#just that these boys r etheral

[lovebugism]

do something with king steve who secretly likes female/shy/reader

hope u like it xoxo — the one where king steve keeps his best girl a secret (shy!fem!r, secret relationship, fluff, 1.2k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

“Boo!”

You jump when a figure appears suddenly behind the door of your opened locker. They’re wearing bell bottoms and a sparkly clip in their strawberry curls. Carol Perkins giggles when her attempts to scare you work. Tommy Hagan follows just behind her, laughing louder until his freckled face scrunches together.

The only reassuring thing about seeing both of them together is knowing Steve isn’t too far behind. He’s got his tongue in his cheek, and his arms crossed over his chest, visibly unamused.  “What are you guys— three?” he scoffs, pushing the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows.

“Yeah, three inches deep in your mom,” Tommy retorts with a boyish chuckle.

Carol squints her made-up eyes at him. She deadpans, “That’s not the comeback you think it is, Hagan.”

You turn to Steve with a panicked glimmer in your eye. You’re so used to being the butt of all their jokes that being in their proximity now fills you with something close to ice-cold dread. You peer at the boy beside you with pinched-together brows, knowing he’s the only one who cares about you past cheating off your homework.

“What’s going on?” you wonder quietly, for only him to hear.

Steve grins, brows raised and eyes twinkling. “My house is gonna be empty tonight. ‘Cause, you know, my dad’s got a work conference or whatever, so… No parents. Big house—”

“A total recipe for disaster,” Tommy interjects with a laugh.

“You’re throwing a party?” you ask, voice trembling. There’s little more that scares you than crowds — well, crowds and loud music and drunk people. Parties were never your scene. Steve knows that better than anyone.

He corrects you quickly, stammering over himself because he never wants you to feel uncomfortable. “No! No, not a party. It’s gonna be lowkey. Just a— a get-together, you know? Just the four of us.”

“Ooh,” Carol croons from behind you. “So no priss?”

“Shut up, Carol,” Steve snaps.

“I’m just used to you following her around like a lost puppy, that’s all.” Carol and Tommy laugh about it together. ‘Cause that’s all they’re really good at — making stupid jokes and cackling like supervillains.

Steve rolls his eyes with an annoyed huff and turns his attention back to you. You take it from him wholly, every ounce of his focus. 

There was something ethereal in your vagueness — in how softly you spoke and how pretty you looked when you weren’t even trying. You’re quiet and mysterious and hidden. Steve desperately wants to be the one that deciphers you.

“Are you in?” he asks in a low, honeyed tone.

Your gaze falls to the tile. “I don’t know…” you murmur.

“C’mon,” he croons and steps closer to you. His sneakers enter your vision until you look up at him again, peering at him from beneath your lashes. His grin is pink and pretty and lopsided. “Don’t leave me with these assholes all night.”

“Dick,” you hear Tommy scoff from behind you. He sounds much further away than that ‘cause all you can see now is Steve. And his pretty hair and his pretty eyes and his stupid pretty smile.

You cave instantly. 

You never really stood a chance, anyway. Not with the way he was looking at you.

“I’ll think about it,” you mumble and turn back to your locker. You switch your English textbook for a History one and cradle it in your arms. Steve grins, knowing he’s forgotten his on purpose just so he could sit next to you all period.

“Good,” the boy hums.

“We’re finally wearing Wallflower down,” Carol muses, giggling to herself.

Tommy knocks you too hard on the shoulder. “You’ll be one of us in no time,” he grins.

You grimace as they walk off down the hall. That’s the last thing you’ve ever wanted. The thought of there being an ounce of similarities between you and them makes your stomach ache.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Steve tells you, smiling quietly when you nod. 

He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and passes you a folded-up piece of paper. He doesn’t look back at you when he follows his friends down the corridor. You don’t open it until he’s gone.

West wing chem lab, he’s written in chicken scratch. Come find me. 

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The hallway at the west end of the school is dim and empty. The floors are untouched, and the lockers are sparingly opened. The air is thick and noticeably stale. You open the door to the old chemistry room with a high-pitched squeak that sounds like something out of a horror movie.

Steve waits for you in the dark classroom, lit only by the natural sunlight streaming in through translucent curtains. He sits at a table in front of the window and toys with the burner at the end of it. He turns the thin blue flame on and off and on again, silently wishing he’d plucked a cigarette from Tommy before he left.

His honey eyes flit to yours when you walk into the room. He grins at the soft smirk on your bitten lips. “What’s that look for, huh?” he teases, turning off the burner and sliding off the desk.

You shrug. “Nothin’…”

“I missed you.”

You scoff when he wraps his arms around you. His wide palms smooth over your back. “You just saw me.”

“It doesn’t count when I’m with Tommy and Carol. I need you all to myself…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs lowly, ducking down to kiss you. His plush lips lock with yours, tasting of nicotine and chewing gum — a near-lethal concoction. He smiles against your mouth when you melt further into him. He parts from you with a gentle smack.

“They’re starting to like me, I think,” you mumble, smoothing your hands over his chest. “Tommy and Carol.”

“I think so, too.”

“It’s awful.”

“Absolutely disgusting,” he concurs, grinning wide when you giggle.

“But, you know, maybe we wouldn’t have to hide anymore,” you stammer, gaze falling when it becomes too hard to hold his. “If they don’t think I’m, like, the lamest person on the planet.”

Steve’s brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, that’s why you don’t want them to know about us, right? ‘Cause you’re King Steve, and I’m… fish bait,” you conclude with a forced laugh.

“No,” he answers instantly. “What? No. That’s not— That’s not why.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t want them to know about us because they’re assholes,” Steve confesses. “I mean, they were awful to Nancy when we were together. ‘Cause they’re miserable, and they hate when other people are actually nice. I just don’t want them to… ruin anything, that’s all…”

You muss with a rogue thread at the neckline of his sweater and smile quietly to yourself. “I thought you were scared because you accidentally fell in love with the Wallflower instead of the Prom Queen.”

Steve scoffs. “I didn’t accidentally fall in love with you, first of all.”

“No?” you murmur, brow quirking in disbelief. 

“No, it was very intentional.”

“I don’t believe that,” you argue with a lighthearted chuckle. You think it’s easier than saying, I don’t believe you because there’s no way you love someone like me because you want to.

Steve’s palms squeeze your sides reassuringly, like he can hear all the mean thoughts swirling in your head. “Well, you didn’t make it any easier on me,” he tells you, a crooked smile tugging at his pink lips. “You started talkin’ all smart in Ms. Click’s class, and I started melting.”

“That’s when you knew you liked me?” you scoff. “After I gave a presentation about geopolitical tensions in China?”

He exhales sharply through his nose, licking his lips with heavy eyelids. “See what I mean? That’s hot.”

“God, you’re such a boy.”

[jo-com]

୧ ‧₊˚ 💐⋅ ☆ ➛ You bagged that?

Lando Norris x Fem!Actressreader

Summary: Lando has seen everyone of your movies— from tv shows to random videos, he’s just so updated about you in everything it’s crazy, but what’s more crazy is him spreading that you guys are dating.

Genre: SMAU

Fc: Elle Fanning

Note: There are some grammatical errors to look out for!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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No.1fFan_ Yn is an actual princess, i love her so much😍

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Username1 SHE IS THE EPITOME OF ROYALTY 👸🏻

Username2 I love her movies sm🥹

Username3 BESTIE SAME!!

Username4 lando on likes??👀👀

Username5 uhm who?

Username6 some f1 driver whose been liking her for years

Username5 ohhh

Username7 he just likes every pic of hers ig🤷🏻‍♀️

Username8 I’VE SEEN HER IN PERSON, SHE’S SUPER NICE🥰

Landonorris Lucky😢😢

Username9 DHSHUSUWB LANDO😭

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Not_yn I have two sides😚

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Landonorris love all ur sides!

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Landonorris Fuck off

Username10 lmao them fighting in the comments r so iconic

Username11 y/n not even giving a damn😭

Username12 HER BEING SO ETHEREAL IS EVERYTHING

Landonorris I AGREE😫

Username13 not lando being her no.1 fan

Username14 stalker much??

Username15 girl stfu, u do the same

Annehathaway why is ur comment sec always chaotic

Not_yn even I don’t know😭

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Landonorris so pretty😍

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Username16 THE DELUSION😭

Username17 Y/n didn’t even like this

Username18 A+ for the confidence

Username19 WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ON HOW PRETTY SHE LOOKS

Landonorris real😢

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Pierregasly Oh brother..

Username20 THEY HAVE MIXED FEELINGS😭

Username21 lmao the whole f1 attacking him

Username22 the whole gang came to shame him

Username23 yn being so unbothered😎

Username24 MY QUEEN FR🥰

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WAG.updates ACTRESS Y/N L/N WERE SEEN KISSING THE KNOWN F1 DRIVER LANDO NORRIS— The couple have been spotted together a few times already.

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Username25 oh…

Username26 we owe him an apology

Username27 LANDO DESERVES AN APOLOGY FROM ALL😭

Username28 nobody believed the poor man

Landonorris WHAT’S UP NOW BITCHES

Landonorris and they call me crazy🙄

Maxverstappen u still are😑

Landonorris Yeah..crazy right that is🤪🤪

Username29 gaslighting myself that this isn’t true

Username30 Y/n isn’t even in the likes must be fake

Username31 GIRL PLS LANDO ALR COMMENTED

Username30 doesn’t prove anything

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Not_yn wanted to soft launch but the jig is up

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Not_yn my poor baby has been so much

Username32 NOOO MY HEART IS FOREVER BROKEN

Username33 welp good bye cruel world

Username34 they lowkey adorable ngl

Landonorris now u ship us🙄🙄

Username34 WE’RE SORRY😭

Charles_Leclerc we stand corrected

Carlossainz55 i know when to say sorry. Sorry

Username35 she’s so pretty💕💕

Landonorris the prettiest😁

Pierregasly aww lover boy

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Loved this!!

[moonstruckme]

Mae!!! I am so happy to see you opening up requests for Thawing Out because I am genuinely OBSESSED and I haven’t stopped thinking about it 💖💖💖 So, what if during practice, Remus (unknowingly, obviously) said something to r, like making a correction or something, and it’s something Peter had said. And Sirius recognizes it too!! And you can decide what happens 🥰 Love you! 💖

Thank you for requesting lovely <33

collab with @ellecdc

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16

cw: modern au, chronic pain, Peter mention

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 2k words

You’re an angel on the ice. Gliding and sweeping, your movements so ethereal Sirius half expects to look down and find that your skates are floating above the surface of the ice, or that you’ve etched the next great work of art into the canvas beneath your feet. But he doesn’t, because it’s clear as day that the true art is in the creation, and it’s got its fingers clasped around his. Sirius feels lucky to bear witness. 

You have the look of someone who’s given themselves over to their craft, your expression poised but eyes sparkling as you transition neatly from one move to the next until you’re coasting alongside Sirius. You’re wearing leg warmers today, far from unconventional in your sport but it’s humiliating how adorable he finds it on you. Your nails are short and neat, fingers surprisingly warm in his own, eyelashes fluttering as you tilt your head back. 

You make it look easy. The way you arch your back until you’re nearly parallel to the ice, skating on only the edge of one skate while Sirius draws you in a circle around him. He starts to lower himself, finding the position you’d practiced off ice. Your grip on his hand is strong, your head tilting until the hairs escaping from your bun are whipping just above the ice, until Sirius is sure you can feel its chill on the back of your neck, and he can’t do it. 

He keeps you a few inches above where he knows you’re supposed to be, holds you there with the momentum of his spin, and then hoists you up and into your spin. 

You look at him bemusedly as you land on your other skate, a questioning flicker of eye contact Sirius pretends not to notice. You finish out the rest of your routine perfectly. 

“That was great,” Remus says from the entryway. Sirius has noticed that he’s taken to watching you from there rather than from the bleachers on days when his hip isn’t giving him as much trouble. He wonders if Remus is almost tantalizing himself, standing on the edge of the ice but knowing he can’t go further. “Y/n, you had a lovely arch going into the spiral, but I want to see you stay more on that outside edge during the lutz-loop combination. Just play it safe on that one, alright?” 

“Yeah.” You nod, looking encouraged. “Sorry, I felt myself slip a bit there.” 

“You managed it just fine,” Remus reassures you. He gives you a gentle smile, and Sirius stomach does something fluttery and unsanctioned. “It’s good that you noticed, we only want to keep an eye on it, yeah?” 

You smile in reply. The commotion in Sirius’ stomach worsens. 

“And Sirius,” Remus turns to him, “we still have to get a bit lower on the spiral. Her head should be below her knee.” 

Sirius frowns. “I know.” 

It’s a non-answer and Remus knows it, but he doesn’t snipe back at him. His brows twitch together thoughtfully. “We’ve still got a few days. Do you need more time to practice off ice?” 

“No,” Sirius replies. He wishes the other boy would get angry with him, give him something to shoot back at, something other than kindness and temperance and this lame, irksome understanding. He almost wants to roll his eyes as he adds, “I’ll work on it.” 

Remus seems (frustratingly) appeased with that. “Alright, just be careful on your left pick when you get down there.” His voice takes on a teasing lilt. “We don’t need any more accidents this close to competition, Pads.” 

Sirius waits for the flash of irritation. But your laughter rings out brilliant and lovely, and Remus is smiling at the both of you with something like fondness, and he can’t seem to find it. 

Fucking James. Sirius ought to know better than to automatically trust anyone his best friend likes—you’ve both suffered the consequences from that once already—but it’s difficult to summon his usual disdain for Remus after watching the two of them chinwag and snicker like old friends at practice the other day. It was odd seeing James so familiar with someone else, but Sirius found he couldn’t muster any jealousy. As much as he loathes to think of it, you were right—learning James and Remus were old friends did make him think. In ways that remind Sirius why thinking is one of his least favorite activities. 

He shoots Remus the bird over his shoulder. Unfortunately, in doing so, he fails to notice a blemish in the ice which catches his skate, causing him to pitch forward before righting himself. 

Remus’ lips twitch, but Sirius holds up a hand. “You can keep your quips to yourself.” 

“I didn’t say anything.” 

“Then you can keep your looks to yourself.” 

You implement Remus’ alteration to your lutz-loop combination flawlessly. It’s something you’ve always been good at, confident enough to take feedback and skilled enough to make the changes stick. It’s part of why you’re as good as you are, the amalgamation of every scrap of advice you’ve ever received and a fierce determination that's all your own. You jump and spin and twist your way through the routine beautifully. 

Sirius, on the other hand, is not so great with critiques. The death spiral stays exactly the way it is, with your head safely above the ice and neither of you low enough to get full points. And that’s likely how it will stay. 

He can tell you and Remus are both getting more frustrated, more disappointed, every time he fails to take it all the way, but Sirius can’t bring himself to go any further. His heart won’t let him. 

“We’ll do some more off ice tomorrow,” Remus decides for him as you both take off your skates. “We’ve got the time, everything else is looking beautiful. Sirius, maybe work on getting low on your own today, so we’ve less to cover tomorrow.” Sirius nods down towards his skates. He doesn’t feel like looking at either one of you. “And y/n, the only thing I’m still noticing from you is that landing on your triple axle. You’re a bit wobbly. I want you to focus on controlling your descent and really sticking it. It looks nearly perfect, you’re just making me a little nervous—this would be a shit time to have to go into an early retirement, wouldn’t it?” 

It’s said lightly, a hint of a smile at the tail end, but your face twinges like he’s snapped at you. Remus’ brow furrows in mild confusion, and Sirius feels a hard fist clench in his chest. He wouldn’t know what had made you react like that either, if you hadn’t repeated Peter’s words to him yourself. 

He told the other coach that I was one bad jump away from injuring myself into an early retirement.

“I’m not actually worried about that—you’re too skilled for an injury that severe to be very likely, I just,” Remus is watching you carefully, clearly trying to reason out where he went wrong, “thought I should bring it to your attention. Only as a precaution.” 

You nod several times, quicker and harder than necessary. “Yeah.” Your lips press into a smile. “I’ll be careful, thanks.” 

Sirius sets his hand on top of yours, shit at comfort but meaning to try anyway, but your hand slips away as you get up and sling your bag over your shoulder. 

“I have to get home,” you say, squeezing Sirius’ shoulder as if in apology. Your expression is tight. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay?” 

“Okay,” Remus echoes. He watches you go with a half-remorseful look on his face, like he doesn’t know what he’s done but he feels bad for it anyway. 

Seeing as you haven’t waited for him, Sirius supposes he’ll be walking home on his own today. He sets his skates in his bag, beginning to tug on his shoes. 

Remus broaches the silence almost tentatively. “Did she seem alright to you?” Sirius doesn’t know how to respond to that, but the other boy goes on before he has to. “Did…do you know if I said something to upset her?” 

Sirius shrugs. “Nope.” 

Remus can probably smell the lie—he’s not gone to any great lengths to conceal it—but Sirius doesn’t care. The look of hurt on your face has set a familiar protective ire buzzing beneath his skin, and Remus is the one who caused it. Neither of you owe him any explanation. 

Remus falls quiet again, but he waits while Sirius finishes packing up, walks with him towards the exit. 

“How long have you and James been friends?” he asks. 

“A long time,” Sirius answers shortly. “I moved in with him and his parents when I was sixteen.” 

“Oh.” Remus turns to look at him. Sirius feels his gaze, wide and curious, on the side of his face. “Yeah, a long time, then. It was nice to talk to him again. We used to run into each other so often, but I hadn’t seen him since…well, since I left, I suppose.” 

There’s a melancholy that lays itself down over those last few words, the nostalgia in Remus’ voice smothered underneath. Maybe it’s that quiet tone, maybe it’s the image of James and Remus together, laughing and talking about their futures on the ice during early mornings at the rink, but Sirius feels himself softening. 

“He mentioned something,” Remus says tentatively, “about your last coach. It didn’t sound like things ended well.” 

Sirius pushes out a breath. “They didn’t.” 

“Was he not very good?” 

“No,” he can hear the frustration seeping into his voice. He wishes Peter were worse at his job. That he’d been an idiot, didn’t understand your styles, and none of you had ever managed to get along. It would have made everything so much easier. “He was good.” 

“I’m not trying to pry,” says Remus, “but if what happened with him is going to affect how you two are with me—if it has anything to do with how I upset y/n today—I would appreciate if you told me.” 

So Sirius does. He’s not sparing with the details, and Remus doesn’t begrudge him the anger that grips him as he talks about Peter’s betrayal, where it left the two of you, how it’s still coming back to hurt you even now. It makes him furious, but where he’d expected Remus to take it all in calmly, Sirius is surprised when the other boy’s jaw gets tight as he listens. He has questions: How long had you worked with Peter? Did either of you have to get involved with the case, or did his emails speak for themselves? Does Sirius know how long Peter was playing double-agent? 

By the time they’re on Sirius’ block, Remus has begun alternating between shaking his head and huffy, revolted exhalations. 

“I can’t believe he said that to her.” He shakes his head, guilt digging into the space between his brows. “I can’t believe I said it, either, but I was only trying to make a joke about myself, not…she’s far too skilled to have a fall like that—well, anyone could, but she’s only as likely as anyone else at her level. Which isn’t very many people.” 

“That’s what I told her,” Sirius agrees. “I think she was mostly over it, but…” 

“I reminded her.” Remus sighs. “I’ll have to make it up to her.” 

“She’ll be alright,” he says honestly. “I think it just surprised her.” 

“She’s really good.” 

“I know.” 

“She has to know that.” 

“She…” Sirius hesitates. “Do we ever really know it, about ourselves?” 

“Oh, come off it.” Remus gives Sirius a knowing look. His mouth tugs up on one side. “You clearly know how good you are.” 

Sirius feels a pleased tingle of warmth in his face. He walks backwards up the stairs to his flat, leveling Remus with a cocky grin. “Am I?” 

“Don’t. You maintain your own ego well enough without my help.” 

“Oh, but it never hurts to have disciples.” He fishes out his key, unlocking the door. “You could remind me from time to time, just for fun.” 

When he turns, Remus is watching him from the sidewalk with a gleam of something like amusement in his eye. “Nail the spiral,” he says, “and we’ll see.”

[ddejavvu]

hiiiii! i love ur sirius x animagus!reader collection :)

how about one where the girls dont know that r is the cat they see sirius hanging out with and one of them knits a sweater for sirius' 'cat' and sirius and the boys r just like "shes vicious when it comes to costumes :(" feeling bad for whoever made the sweater but then r like lets them put it on or smth and theyre surprised?

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9

i've sort of twisted your prompt just a teeny tiny bit!! i hope all of the parts you liked most are still in there, though :') // also this one was hard to tag 'cause again technically it's sirius x reader but he's not present and she's not with james either so i used both of their tags just because they're technically the central focus of the overarching story even if this part is a little less defined

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James thinks it might be the worst day of his life so far, and isn't sure what mischief he could have inflicted upon anyone to possibly deserve this cruel of a punishment.

Lily Evans is standing before him, face kind instead of pinched in annoyance as it so often is at his presence, and she's handing him something. As in, he will take it from her and their hands will brush. As in, her skin will touch his. As in, he's never going to wash his hand again.

"I'm glad I found you,-"

She's glad she found him!

"-I couldn't catch Sirius before he left Potions," She laments, "Could you let him know I made this for his cat, Potter?"

James's stellar brain and above-average intelligence supply him with the phrase, 'Huh?', which might possibly be the least embarrassing thing he's ever said to her, and that doesn't fare well.

"That's Sirius's new cat, isn't it?" She presses on, and James forces himself to tear his eyes off of her ethereal face to glance at you, draped lazily over the couch cushion beside him soaking up the warmth of the fire. Your eyes were lazy before Lily had shown up, but at the sight of what she's holding out; knitwear, they narrow and sharpen. It's an odd shape, not human size, with openings for four legs.

"I thought she might be getting cold now that the snow's started up," She tilts her chin towards the window, glazed over with frost, "And I just figured I could knit her a little sweater."

Not even James's fear of your claws can deter him from accepting the gift from Lily. He takes it - and their hands brush! Just like he'd hoped for! - grabbing you unceremoniously around the middle and dragging you onto his lap.

"She loves sweaters." He fibs, shamefully distracted by Lily's face as he tries wrestling you into the garment. You're well aware of why he's lying to her, because the last time you'd been faced with cat clothes, you'd ripped a hole in his bedspread. But this is Lily, and you refrain from shredding the fabric of his pants as he shoves you into the sweater.

He's clumsy with it, because he's not giving you his full attention, and you let out a disgruntled meow as he smears the fabric of the sweater over your face instead of tugging your head through the hole.

"Now, Mittens," He chuckles tensely, "Just- put your paw through there, don't scratch me-! And- there." He announces proudly, hoisting you up into the air just beneath the joints of your front paws. He displays you to Lily, and you steel yourself as she croons and reaches out to pet you. She's far gentler than the man holding you, and you'd appreciate it at any other point in time, but the sweater she'd knit you is itching against your fur and dragging it against the grain, and you'd like to leave it in ribbons as you bolt up the staircase. For everyone's sake, you won't.

"Look at that," James announces proudly, "She loves it. Thanks, Lily."

She smiles, a soft gesture, but not a weak one. She nods, "James," And takes her leave, heading towards the girls' dorms staircases, inevitably about to find your bed empty and wonder where you are at this hour of night.

"She said my name," James breathes, only after the door to your dorm has been safely shut, and she runs no risk of hearing him. He looks incredulously at you, in your tense, rigid stance on the couch cushions, "She didn't call me Potter! She- you're a miracle." James levels you with an intensely grateful stare, thumbing fondly at the knitwear that's itching viciously at your fur, "You're my wingman, Y/N. I mean it, you're putting that sweater on every day, I'll manhandle you into it myself."

You yowl at him, a sound that typically scares him off, but he doesn't yield, grinning impishly at you instead.

"Whatever you say, Mittens."

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Sooner or later, your friend will have to admit that you and Seonghwa are dating… most likely later, considering they still don’t believe you. Pairing: Seonghwa x fem!reader Tropes: no one believes you’re dating (aka reverse fake dating), established relationship Genre: fluff, smut, dash of humor Rating: R 18+ Warnings: genderless Seonghwa, language, nosy Wooyoung, kissing Smut Warnings: feminization, unprotected sex, Hwa in a skirt, whiney Hwa, dirty talk, service top Hwa, grinding, slight dacryphilia, pet names, orgasm (m and f), biting, hickeys, cream pie, implied dom Hwa at the end Word Count: 1,269 Note: Happy birthday to my lovely irl, @abbietwilight! Also, for the see u on the flip side event for @cultofdionysus, thank you so much to @anyamaris for beta reading and @sanjoongie for looking over the banner!

“There’s no way in hell you’ll ever convince me you’re dating him.” Wooyoung practically laughs, “You’ve always dated masculine guys, and Seonghwa is…”

“Not masculine?” You fill in the blank, “Ever think that it’s not about the physical appearance but the person?”

Wooyoung scoffs and flops back against your couch, “Let’s be honest here: your last boyfriend was buff; the one before him was buff, too. You’ve always gone for the muscular ones. Seonghwa is not that.”

“We’ve been dating for over a year, and you still don’t believe me? We’ve gone on dates. Hell, you walked in on us making out one day. How can you not believe me?”

As Wooyoung is about to argue again, your apartment door pops open. Your boyfriend steps through the door. His pretty, long, wavy hair barely brushes against his jawline as he turns toward you. A bright smile grows on his face as he strides over. That’s when you see it. He has a tight-fitted sleeveless top with a flowy aline skirt that swishes around his ankles. You can’t help but let your eyes wander his form. It’s not a subtle action. Seonghwa sees it but doesn’t stop you in any way. Standing up, you immediately approach him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Hi, pretty boy.” You hum, kissing him softly.

“Hi, baby.” He giggles back, “Sorry, I’m showing up unannounced.” You shake your head, “I’m happy you’re here. Wooyoung still swears we’re not together.”

“You two don’t have to pretend you are in front of me!” your friend sighs dramatically, “I don’t care if you’re single or not. I just know that there’s no way you two are dating. I need to go anyway. Sannie said he has plans for us.” He giggles.

Wooyoung walks out almost immediately after his comment. All you can do is shake your head and smile. Seonghwa leans down and surprises you with a kiss. Even though the affection takes you by surprise, you happily reciprocate it. Seonghwa also wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer against his body. The feeling of his skirt brushing against your legs makes you go a bit weak in the knees before you pull away.

“Wanna head to my room?” You offer with an undercurrent of want in your tone.

Seonghwa chuckles against your lips, “What’s stopping us.”

“Nothing at all, so let’s go.” You smile against his lips.

You pull away fully and drag Seonghwa behind you with your hand in his. Seonghwa laughs as he pulls your bedroom door shut behind him. You and Seonghwa have always been rather versatile behind closed doors. It’s way more fun compared to any other experience you’ve had. Seonghwa lets you guide him toward the bed and falls back onto it. His hair falls around his head, making him look more ethereal than usual. You lean over him and start trailing kisses to his neck. Your boyfriend starts to let out little whines and noises as you lay wet kisses against his skin. The more you kiss the sensitive skin, the more he squirms under you. Your hands travel down his sides, feeling his toned muscles beneath the tight fabric. When you press your hand against his hard member over his skirt, Seonghwa lets out a loud whine.

“Gonna let me use your cock, pretty baby?”

Seonghwa looks at you with shiny, needy eyes, “Yeah, want you to use me.”

You smirk and continue palming him over his clothes, “Want me to fuck you with your skirt on, or do you want me to take it off, you baby.”

“Need you so bad, just move it.” He whines, eyebrows furrowing together.

You quickly strip yourself of all clothing before flipping Seonghwa’s skirt up and pulling his underwear off his body. His cock is already leaking with need, and the sight of it makes your mouth water. Climbing into his lap, the feeling of the soft fabric against your bare body makes goosebumps pop up. You press your hands against his shoulders and revel in the desperate look on his face when you start to grind against his cock. He looks as though he may begin to cry just from the feeling of your bare pussy grinding against him. 

“Don’t- don’t-” Seonghwa starts to whine again.

“Don’t what, pretty baby? Don’t want me to mess up your skirt?”

He shakes his head, “No, I don’t care. Don’t wanna wait to feel you around me.”

“Aww, that’s cute, baby.” You chuckle, “I’m using your cock for my pleasure, though, aren’t I? It’s not up to you.”

“Please, please, please,” He whines, “I wanna feel you so bad.”

You chuckle again, “You’re lucky I want you just as bad, pretty boy.”

Sitting up on your knees for a moment, you reach underneath you and line Seonghwa’s cock up to your entrance. Slowly, you sit down on him, sighing erotically at the feeling of your boyfriend inside you. He wants you to move immediately, but you don’t want to give him that instant gratification. You sit still for a little bit, just enjoying the feeling of him inside you. The moment you start to ride him properly, your boyfriend’s hands fly to your hips, digging his fingers into your skin, hoping to hold onto his last threads of sanity. You just smirk at him and lean down and press your lips against his as you start to ride him harder. Any whines and moans he releases are immediately swallowed into the kiss. 

“You’re doing so well letting me use you like this, baby. Feel so good inside me.” You whisper against his lips.

“‘M not going to last. I wanna last, wanna be good for you, wanna-”

You kiss him to stop his babbling, “You’re doing so good for me, Hwa. Go on, put your pretty fingers on my clit, and help me get there. I know you can.”

One of Seonghwa’s hands slowly drops from your waist to between your legs. It’s a bit sloppy, but his fingers start to rub circles against your clit. As you bounce on his cock, his fingers continuously rub circles making you more wet by the moment. What you don’t expect is for your orgasm to hit you head-on out of nowhere. You start to spasm and shake above your pretty boyfriend as you ride out your high. Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you can’t help but sink your teeth into his skin and leave hickeys in any space you can reach. Your orgasm triggers his own without any warning. He cums inside you with whimpers and moans reverberating across your bedroom. The hand still on your hip digs into your skin harder, likely leaving little fingertip bruises behind. 

“You’re so pretty when you cum.” You mumble against his neck. 

Seonghwa chuckles, “No, as pretty as you look with my cum dripping out of you.”

Seonghwa shifts underneath you, still inside you as he moves. He pulls his hand away from your clit and holds it on your waist. He flicks and has you pinned to the bed under him. As he moves, his cock comes out of you, and you can feel his cum start to dribble out. He sits back slightly, his skirt falling into place again. His eyes fall between your legs and fixate on your messy pussy.

“Just like I said,” he muses, reaching out to run his fingers through your folds, “Fucking beautiful.” Seonghwa leans close enough that his lips brush against yours, “Are you up for another round, love?”

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⋆ ｡ ° 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃!!! ☆ ۪ ⋆

based on my bot : “nerd!!!”

summary : meangirl!reader defends nerd!matt from the whole frat when they make fun of him. why?

this is long as shit. you’re welcome.

W A R N I N G : bitchy!reader, shy!matt / perv!matt, swearing, suggestive words.

matts fork twists through his food, a settled grimace on his face as he lets out a sigh. he looks around, the sound of laughter and chatter almost damn near deafening him. god, why were people so loud for no reason? or maybe that’s just him being grumpy, he supposes. it’s not like he has anyone to be loud and obnoxious with anyway, considering hes a huge loner - and he knows it, hes well aware of his social skills, well, lack thereof. he doesnt mind it, either. if anything, he prefers being antisocial. saves himself from being dragged into unnecessary drama and having peoples noses in his business.

and his anxiety disorder doesnt help with that matter at all, he always finds himself to be strayed away. and the bullies? that makes his daily struggle with socialising a whole lot worse, completely.

but you're the exact opposite. you will die if you dont socialise with anyone for 5 minutes, you always have to be yapping someones ear off, whether that be in a mean way or just in general. you're the life of the party, a wild card, a total smokeshow. matt always thought you were beautiful, despite being the bitchiest bitch of the whole entire school - because you definetley are the biggest bitch ever. but.. ugh, he doesnt know, he kinda.. likes it? he finds it endearing, the way you have so much confidence and so much sass. its admiring, as much as it is hot as fuck.

especially the way you handle yourself so independently, you dont take any type of bullshit and its obvious. the way you walk around the halls like a damn catwalk, the way everyone makes way just for you, the looks of either envy or judgement. you dont care, whereas he stresses out if someone merely glances at him for more than two seconds.

but god, you're just so fucking beautiful. you're ethereal. especially when you wear pink - that always gets his imagination running, even more so gets him going. are your panties pink under that little skirt? do you wear pink everything underneath your pretty princess-pink clothes? he cant help but wonder how pink underwear looks on you, how the lace looks sat right on your hips. mhm, hes thought about that many, many times. more times than he’d like to admit. he’s done more than just think about it, for sure—

matt snaps out of his trance, his fork dropping into his food as an aggressive hand collides with his shoulder, making him flinch involuntarily, twisting his body instinctively in order to see who did it. and of course, he's not shocked to see the whole fraternity group surround him, the leaders hand on matts shoulder. matt sighs, looking away then back up at the leader, kai. "can y'not.. touch me?" matt murmurs, carefully taking kai's hand off his shoulder, shifting aside a little bit.

kai scoffs out a laugh, letting matt push his hand off, not before teasingly ruffling his hair, making the other ones chuckle in harmony. "sorry, matty. tripped," he comments, though the mischievous smirk on his face says otherwise. "what'cha doin' by yourself, anyway, hm?" he says, leaning over his shoulder to see his face, obnoxiously close. when matts about to speak, kai cuts him off with another chuckle. "ah, mhm, thats right. you dont have anyone to sit with. forgot." the others laugh, making matt roll his eyes, but he cant help but feel so small. his mom told him to ignore bullies, but he knows thats easier said then done. he found that out the hard way.

“just.. just leave me alone.." matt speaks, a tinge of harshness in his tone, making them chuckle harder. “oh.. oh guys, d’ya think we made lil’ matty here abit mad?” kai mocks, as another frat boy leans close to matt, “what’cha gonna do matt, huh? go to y’mommy? gonna go cry like the pussy you are?” they all chuckle at the insult, clearly finding themselves the most hilarious people on the planet.

a few people laugh at the scene, but all laughter dies down, the rowdiness of the cafeteria banishing into silence, ever so suddenly that matt didn’t even pick it up. all the frat boys slowly look up, their curiosity and confusion peaked. but their faces seem to pale when they recognise the presence that stands before them. you, the ‘queen B’ of the whole entire school. and, kai’s ex. oh shit.

“what’dya think you’re doing?” you speak, to anyone in the frat in particular, as you shift a hand onto your hip, your other hand holding your food tray. the familiar voice causes matt to look up, his face going red in time with the frat. why are you, out of all people, defending him? do you even have the time for a loser like him? do you even know his name? so many questions fill his mind, as his eyes widen comically.

“i.. i uh..” kai attempts to speak, but you shake your head and hold up your hand, signalling that you’re not done talking. and oh, does he shut up. matt almost snorts at the change of his behaviour, how he went from such a loud-mouthed asshole to such a submissive little puppy in seconds. but hey, matt can’t exactly talk, can he? “nonono, why are you making fun of my friend, matt?” you taunt, narrowing your eyes as you lean your head abit more closer to the group. friend? what? matts ears perk up, again.

matt sighs to himself, his chest rising up then down slowly, not looking away from you, not wanting too. he’s happy looking at you all day long, he would take that chance if he could. he’d let you boss him around like he’s your dog, he’d let you stomp on him with those big heels you wear. he’d let you do absolutely anything too him. and he’s so turned on at the way you shut down the frat leader like that, as if he’s just some useless little boy that’s ready to be at your beck and call 24/7.

“.. i.. i wasn’t! i totally.. totally wasn’t doin’ anyth!—“ you groan exaggeratedly, the way he’s pulling on your leg is pissing you off. “right! right, just, just go. jesus christ.” you huff, clearly having enough of this conversation as you put your food tray infront of matt, making him flinch at the loud sound of the tray hitting the table. you step over the bench, your hands keeping your skirt down. and when you were just about to sit, you look at kai and the rest of them, noticing they still haven’t moved. “shoo?” you add impatiently, waving your hand as if your batting a pesty fly away, causing them to bolt, shaking in their boots.

you sigh dramatically as you finally sit down, as casual as ever, finally making eye contact with matt as you pick up your milkshake and take a sip, matt watches as your pretty lips make contact with the straw. the sight makes him harden, feeling his dick twitch and stir in his now constricted denim jeans ever so subtly, causing him to have too cross his legs and lean back a little in order to get space. he looks away for a split second and huffs through his nose to calm himself down, then he looks back at you. “umn.. thanks.. for all tha—“

“whats your name?” you cut him off. wow, you’ve got a thing for that, haven’t you? that’s fine with matt, he.. supposes. “.. matthew—matt. well— matt. no-one calls me matthew.” he stammers with a nervous chuckle, bringing up a hand to rub at the nape of his neck twitchily, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he looks into your eyes, his eyes darting to each one of yours, unable to settle on just one. “..’s just matt. sturniolo.”

your chuckle makes his ears perk up, his eyes now darting to your lips, as your pearly whites are revealed in sync with your pretty smile. “matthew matt sturniolo. noted.” you tilt your head to the side, causing him to automatically do the same. you’ve seen matt around school, just never talked to him. never really had a point. “you’re cute, y’know that?”

your blunt comment causes him to almost choke on his spit. he blinks, a red tint crawling up his neck onto his cheeks, as he looks away then back at you. cute? nobody’s called him that. he’s only been called handsome, by his mom. “cute..? me? i.. i don’t think so.” he lets out a chuckle, his hand trailing upto the back of his neck again, a nervous habit of his. “you’re.. you’re really..” he swallows, looking away when you sip out of that damn straw again, trying to get the explicit images out of his head, immediately. “pretty. you’re real pretty.” he blurts out, before he can stop himself, his mouth left slightly open as he comes to realisation on what he just said, his cheeks flushing a tomato-red, even more than beforehand.

you swallow the sip and smile, his shy demeanour almost amusing, yet you’re so hooked. you want to know how embarrassed you can get him, you want to push him to the limit. but you don’t, you infact embrace it with an open mind and let out a little giggle. “why thankyou, matthew matt.” you subtly flirt, causing him to sigh. you tilt your head again, your curls slightly falling into your face, causing matt’s hand to twitch, resisting the urge to reach out and tuck it behind your ear so he can see your full pretty face.

“anyway.” you interrupt, picking up your food tray as you stand up, your thighs almost in his face. almost. he almost wants to whine, to pull you back down onto the bench, to beg you to stay. but instead, he stays silent, letting you continue to speak. you continue, “im gonna go back to my friends. ‘twas nice talking t’ya.” he smiles back at you, and sits abit upright, feeling way more brighter than he was before you came. he can’t resist the temptation to look you up and down, and he definitely does. twice, for good measure. is that a new skirt?

you chuckle at his ogling, and step over the bench, then you turn around again and smile at him once more, an almost soft smile — which is striking, due to your usual tough behaviour. “don’t be a stranger, sturniolo.” GOD, how are you so good with words!!! he opens his mouth to speak, to say his goodbyes, but your already walking off. a squeak settles at the back of matt’s throat, as he sits a little straighter, watching like a hawk as you walk in that new little skirt, wanting to get a good view of it.

he suddenly catches himself and he waves. at your back, as he was too busy staring at that ass of yours beforehand to even reply in time. “y-yeah.. yea.. i.. b-bye!” he mentally groans at himself in embarrassment, watching as you chuckle and turn around, giving him a little wave, your expensive bracelets hanging off your wrists as it moves.

he cannot fuckin’ wait too tell his brothers about this one.

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…. another nerd!matt x meangirl!user or…?

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Guide to IPA Symbols

Vowels

æ ask bat glad ɑ: cot bomb caught paw ɛ bet fed ə about banana collide i very any thirty i: eat bead bee ɪ id bid pit ʊ foot should put u: boot two coo ʌ under putt bud ɚ merge bird further eɪ eight wade bay aɪ ice bite tie aʊ out gown plow oɪ oyster coil boy oʊ oat own zone blow ɑɚ car heart bizarre eɚ bare fair wear iɚ near deer mere pier oɚ boar port door shore uɚ boor tour insure ɒ British cot bomb ɔ: British caught paw port ə: British merge bird əʊ British oat own zone blow ɪə British near deer ɛə British bare fair ʊə British boor tour

Consonants

b baby labor cab d day kid ʤ just badger fudge ð then either bathe f foe tough buff g go dagger bag h hot ahead j yes vineyard k lacquer flock skin l law hollow l̟ pedal battle final m mat hemp hammer rim n new tent tenor run n̩ button satin kitten ŋ rung hang swinger p lapse top lip speed r rope arrive s sad mist kiss ʃ shoe mission slush t mat stick late tʰ toe attack ɾ later catty riddle tʃ batch nature tʃʰ choose chin achieve θ thin ether bath v vat never cave w wet software z zoo easy buzz ʒ vision azure beige

Other Symbols

' penmanship ˌ penmanship British indicates British pronunciation variant

Source

[fairyofshampgyu]

OMG SANCUARYYYSJDHH!!$) !!<3

My ranking so far 🤭:

1. DANGER - HOLY SHIT BRO SO FUCKING GOODNSJDN THE BASS? THE RAP? yummy yummy yummy my fav song ITS SO GROOVY. WHEN YEONJUN SAID TOMORROW BY TOGETHER AT THE START ?OMG MOANING. I love the part when, idk what they were saying but the melody in the part ‘something korean, so obsessed’ like I like how it’s a little minor and descends idk how to explain. txt are so good at r&b we love you beomgyu for being the main lyricist on this, he ate it up (the lyrics ‘deeper into me?’ What was…that beomgyu? 🤔🤔🧐…) also I love the little short backing vocal interjections in the pre chorus that ascend and descend they bless my ears

2. Over the moon - over the moon is so good! I love the little sparkles you can hear in the background at the start of the verses it’s so pretty, and I love the ethereal like intro, BEOMGYU STARTING AGAINSJDHD !, bass is good in this and I love the backing vocals they’re so heavenly and the harmonies make me float. Also I just love the lyrics to this song, they’re so pretty and so good for a love song like they’re actually so romantic but not in a cringe way WORD PAINTING TOO ! The over the moooonn over the starrrsss part is so pretty I love soobins falsetto. And also I love the call and response like parts with sookai and taegyu 😩😩 BUT ☹️! Icl I was slightly underwhelmed listening to it the first time, I think I hyped it up too much and the teaser kind of gave away the whole song 😭 it’s way too short 👎 I really wanted some new material, instrumental section maybe, a bridge but it’s lowkey just verse chorus, verse chorus, end. I think there was way more they could have done with this song bc it’s so good IF THEY ADDED JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE IT COULD HAVE BEEN AN ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE but even without i really love this song so much

3. Forty one winks- INCOMING !!🗣️ chill like r&b, I knew i would love this song !! Sounds like it would have been on the freeze album. This song is very fun and I will be listening to this all the time to make me happy it’s very feel good !! You can kind of hear this little sparkley like thing in the keys sometimes in the background like in over the moon and I love that. I love the adlibs for this song too !! Ooh and the strings in the outro !! Love that

4. Heaven- cute and fun!! I really loved this song more than I expected I would, I love the verses and melodies in the verses 😭😭

5. Resist - resist being this low seems criminal but every single song was too good tbh idk whether to put this is as 4 or 5 or 3 😭. I knew I was going to love this song but omg I didn’t expect the genre! After the beat kicks in it really changes but it’s toooo good I love the guitar chords in the verses at the start of every bar ? and the guitar in the intro and I love the high notes in this song. I love how txt do different styles and genres AND PULL IT OFF they make kpop so fun for me 😭😭😩 plus I just like the rhythms in this song

6. Higher than heaven— I really liked this song more than I expected bc icl I was not much of an early 2010s pop boy band fan back then but I love that txt did that they really suit it. I really love the melodies in the verses so much and even the chorus is fine for me. But I really don’t like when they sing HIGH. HIGH. HIGHHHHH !, that part really kinda annoys my brain sm like it’s kind of so jarring to me 😭😭 I’m sorry it hurts my ears a little but other than that THE SONG IS SO GOOD I LOVE EVERY OTHER PART BESIDES THAT 😭😭 THE BRIDGE WITH KAI AND TAEHYUN IS SO ETHEREAL TOO AND THE BACKING VOCALSSJJDHD!! it’s just that one part for me personally 😭😭

[peggythestrange]

Luo Binghe had been arrested and was now facing trial for the murder of wanted men who broke out of prison years earlier and were found dead at the bottom of a ditch. Every clue led back to Binghe, every piece of evidence led back to that ruthless killer who had managed to keep his terrible crime a secret all those years. But the police had discovered him and arrested him on the spot when they tracked him down. He had not put up any resistance and had been taken to the nearest police station in a squad car.

They had given him a chance to stand up for himself at trial, but he persisted in showing the judge that crooked smile. His nose bleeding from the blows he had taken from the cops who had beaten him to make him talk, giving him a hate-filled look. The boy would not talk or give his side of the story; he was just ready to take full responsibility for his actions, not at all afraid of the consequences and suffering that awaited him in prison behind bars. Luo Binghe seemed to be amused by the way justice seemed to want to serve him what he deserved for being guilty of such ungodliness. To everyone present, one thing was clear: that demon did not feel an ounce of sympathy or even the slightest bit of repentance. Indeed, he was very proud of his actions and had repeatedly declared that he would do it again.

However, his blood-stained face, messy clothes, and untidy hair could not take away from the beauty that characterized him. It was just an injustice that a person with such angelic looks was born with a heart swollen with such evilness. And to say that Luo Binghe seemed to have been a docile and innocent boy at one time. What had happened to the docile little lamb who had ceased to exist and turned into the bad wolf of the fairy tales? He was not afraid of anything, not even afraid of the yelling of those who wanted to force him to speak. So much so that once he got his sentence, he could not hold back his laughter, as if he had just won a holiday in a luxury suite. The boy must have completely lost his mind.

Or at least he seemed to have lost his mind.

He recoiled only when the wonderful and ethereal Shen Jiu, the son of a wealthy Chinese family that owned one of the most prominent agencies, entered the courtroom. Everyone knew that the two had always had a stormy relationship that had always passed under the spotlight because of the important personality that was Shen Jiu, standing before the court, statutory, with a cold face and a stern gaze. No one would ever know how to look away from him and those confident eyes, within which burned a flame hotter than the flame of a thousand candles. Everyone thought the man was planning to point the finger at his lifelong enemy, but instead what came out of the beautiful lips of the man who had never ceased to make people talk about him was very different.

“Luo Binghe is a murderer. But I helped him.”

Luo Binghe looked incredulous and so did everyone in the room. There were those who were trying to give a justification for what had happened, there were those who believed that Shen Jiu had hit his head somewhere and forgotten for a moment who the person they were processing was, that he was trying to protect the wrong person. I mean, that shouldn't have been the script, right? Yet Shen Jiu, the most unsuspected person, was confessing a crime before all the people and he was not backing down.

“He did it to avenge me, I was the one who asked him to do it.”

He continued confidently, lifting his head and making sure to point his gaze into that of the judge who was still staring at him open-mouthed. No one had expected such a turn of events. It was all much better than a soap opera; no one wanted to miss a single line of that exchange.

“You fool!”

Luo Binghe had remarked. But Shen Jiu had not lost his phlegm for a moment and had not lost his composure this time either. No one understood why he had stepped in like that, not even Luo Binghe himself, who was starting to panic at that sudden revelation. As if he knew everything but did not expect it would turn out that way. It was as if…he was mourning for some reason.

“Those people are dead, it's true. But it was a relief, because they are the people who killed me when I was a kid.”

He said then, leaving those present speechless. Binghe seemed to have calmed down, but he did not agree at all with what his partner in crime was doing. For what reason? Why had he had to ruin the plan like that? He was going to kill him when it was all over, cut him up and throw him into some river; he couldn't have done it all for nothing.

“I know what you are thinking. Just because I'm here and talking to all of you it doesn't mean I'm still alive.”

The people those crazy couple had killed were the abusers of a young Shen Jiu, the people who had made his childhood and adolescence a nightmare. Luo Binghe had killed them out of some sort of deal with the man who seemed to have more power over him than everyone initially thought. It was obvious that he did not dictate his decisions, but it was also obvious that the young man seemed to almost hang on his every word and seek some kind of approbation, despite the fact that his gaze was devoid of any kind of affection toward him.

Although the judge could understand the pain and felt close to the victims, he could only arrest the couple of criminals in front of him and lock them both up in jail. It was the right thing to do and neither of them would resist. They had managed to hide for years, but they had stopped running. Everyone wondered what kind of relationship bound them together at the end of the day. To act together in that way. And to end up locked up in prison together in the same way.

[npookie0]

Their Love Was God

Ther x Ronin, Heathers AU, Veronica!Ther x JD!Ronin, Our Love is God inspired fic, commission

Words: 2060

Cws: Spoilers for Gluttony Gods, some for Heathers, murder, blood, slightly explicit language

Ethereality Estridge entered Angelwood High as always, head high as she-who-was-not-a-she walked past the other students. Ever since they joined the school's clique they had even more eyes on them than before, and being the Estridge's girl alone made them quite the eye catch for Angelwood High's society.

The high school was mourning, Heather, the cliques leader was found dead, she committed a suicide. Truly a tragic show of emotion for the whole school to eat up and choke on.

But, there was something the people of Angelwood didn't know. Heather Chandler didn't kill herself, she was murdered. By Estridge and the guy who should have never came into Angelwood - Ronin Beaufort. This wasn't a planned murder, or at least that's what Ther thought to themselves.

It was just an accident. I didn't kill her, I just picked up the wrong mug. It's not my fault.... 

It was easier to live on with the thought, not seeing themselves as a murderer. it kept them semi-sane in this godforsaken town that just suffocated them with its roles and laws. 

Ther entered the classroom that was claimed by the school’s yearbook committees. Intending on helping them fill it in, but when they entered the room two girls cornered them, giggling before talking. 

“Hey Ethy, did you enjoy taking Craig and his friend both at the same time?” She giggled. 

The other one joined her, putting her hand on Ther’s shoulder. “I bet you did it to cope with Heather’s loss.” She said mockingly. “Letting two guys fuck you while also having a boyfriend! I never knew you were such a w-h-o-r-e Ethy!” 

“Yeah! Guess even the saints aren’t so innocent.” They didn’t even give Ther a chance to reply, they just walked away, laughing and whispering the most disgusting words between themselves. 

Ther was dumbfounded, hugging themselves with their arms, feeling small under the other student’s judging gazes. The feeling haunting them was so unbearably big. Disgust was the main one. They felt disgusted at the thought of even doing that and with Doughton and his stupid friend of all people. Their stomach twisted uncomfortably, the breakfast they barely touched coming up to their throat. Ther felt dizzy, the world in front of their eyes was spinning uncontrollably fast and they felt like they were suffocating. “Fuck this I need out…” They whispered weakly, leaving the room and pushing between the students throwing even more distasteful jokes about their made up sex adventures with the two jocks. 

They entered the bathroom, falling through the door into one of the stalls and sliding down the wall. Their ears were buzzing. Shit why must this be happening to them, of all people? They just wanted a normal angsty teen life, some shitty break ups, getting wasted and god knows what. Not murder, blood and guts. Not an emo boyfriend who brings corruption and leaves chaos behind. They just wanted their teen years to be normal, ordinary. An 80’s movie level life would be good enough for them. Was it too much to ask for? 

“Well, well, well.” They didn’t have to look up to know who was talking to them. Voice hoarse and raspy from all the cigarettes stolen from his father he smoked, hushed because it sounds lower that way, and fuck it all if he can’t sound lower than his voice naturally is. 

Ronin Beaufort, the devil boy who brought blood, sin and ruin upon Angelwood the day he stepped foot in it. Black nail polish on his nails, messed up and uneven. Beanie with horns on his head, hiding the bleached-blonde rat’s nest on his head and adding up to the devilish aesthetic he wore as some badge of honor. Mostly black clothes, 90’s emo he called his style, though Angelwood just called him a freak, which he happily accepted with a shit-eating grin and a “bang” sound after “shooting” his finger guns into his skull. 

“Heard a rumour you took two dicks, didn’t know ya were into that, darl.” He cackled. 

They turned to look at him, mascara running down their cheeks mixed in with their tears. “Not now Ro.” They whispered. “Please.” 

Ronin’s mood changed. From amused by the absurd rumour to worried about Ther and slightly pissed about the two jocks who dared to spread that rumour about his partner. He sat next to them, taking their chin between his fingers and raising their head up, so they’d look at him. “They made you cry, huh? Fuckin’ assholes. Ruining their world with their bullshit, making others’ lives hell for fun and shit.” He wiped their cheeks with a tissue, gently caressed them with his thumbs and nuzzled his forehead against theirs. “You’re okay Ther, you know that you didn’t do it. You’re not a whore, slut or whatever those fucking pseudosaints will call you.” He whispered. 

Ther sniffed, looking into the black nothingness of Ronin’s eyes, somehow calming down just by looking deep into them, as if the mirror image of his soul was enough to bring them back to normal from the state of panic. “Ro I’m so tired. Of this facade, the pretending. I never wanted to be this popular girl known for her friend committing suicide and fuckign two guys at once.” They looked and sounded exhausted. Tired of life itself. Being an Estridge was too much for a single teenager who never wanted to be one anyway. 

Ronin hummed in understanding. “Why don’t we go to my place now? Daddy dearest is out, doing god-knows-what.” He stood up, helping them up too. “C’mon, I have an offer you’d love to hear all about babe.” Ronin took their hand in his and led them out of the bathroom, then to the exit and then to his house. 

Our love is God Ther, those motherfuckers will learn of it soon enough. 

They were laying in his bed, writing a suicide note, one that’d make Craig and his friend look like a laughingstock for the whole town, no one would shut up about their little tragic story for a while. And maybe the angels would even feel a little pity towards the two guys joining them in spirit. 

“Is it ready?” Ronin asked, looking over their shoulder at the paper in front of them. 

Ther sat up, a huge smile on their lips. “Yeah, wanna hear?” They asked. 

“Hit me.” Ronin replied, arms folded over his chest, head tilted in interest. 

“Craig and I died because we had to hide out gay forbidden love from the disapproving world.” They read out loud, trying to sound as close to the jock as possible. 

Ronin held himself by his stomach, bursting out into laughter. “Oh shit, you’re making it even funnier than it is! Imagine the cops faces when the two most misogynistic fuckers turn out to be just two little guys in love? I can already throw up at the comments about Jesus lovin’ them even if they’re sinners and allat bullshit.” He sat down on the bed. “It's time to make your phone call, baby.” 

Ther sighed. “Ugh I hate having to do this.” They groaned and picked up the phone, dialing Craig’s number and waiting. 

“Yeah-lo?” The jock said after picking up the call. Ther felt their gut twist and their hand gripping the sheets in anger. 

They were still able to speak in a sweet voice. “Hi Craig, it’s Ethereality.” They paused, almost gagging before saying the second part. “I was wondering, how did you know that I always wanted to have two guys at once.” They threw a pillow at Ronin who was laughing about the face they were making. 

“Uhh lucky guess?” The jock replied. 

“Well, if you’d like it to really happen, meet me at Ridge Grave, at dawn.” They hang up, bursting into laughter and then watching as Ronin pulls out a gun from his jacket. “Whoa, is this real?” They ask, taking the gun from his hands and watching it carefully. Their gut telling them that this was wrong, but who were they to listen to their gut feeling? 

Ronin took the gun back, a mischievous look in his eye. “As real as ever, baby. Bang and they’re gone.” He chuckled, twisted smile on his lips, wicked glint in his eye. A devil in boy skin, whispering temptations to poor lost girls-not-girls who seeked freedom more than anything. That he was, not less not more. 

But Ther was blinded, by their suffering and love for him. Their mind became hazy whenever he kissed them and they kissed back as passionately. Or maybe they weren’t blind. Maybe they relished in the blood and gut as much as he did. Maybe murdering Heather was the happiest feeling ever and they just tried to hide it, ashamed and afraid of the reality they found themselves in. 

They arrived at Ridge Grave. Neat rows of dead girls��� graves piled up next to the Stone Angel like she was their lead, guide and god. The one they worshipped and danced around. A perfect place for the worst boys Angelwood has ever seen to die in, ground that’ll never accept them, ghosts that’ll hate them and the Stone Angel who will taunt them for their sins. At least that she could do for all the girls the jocks put to grave with their destructive behaviours, hurting girls and killing their futures by barging into their lives uninvited. Spreading ruin and pain, making the world a worse place to live in. They should pay. And pay they will. 

“Hey Ethy.” Craig said once he arrived, his friend next to him. Both smirking, excited about the threesome they were hoping to get. 

“Do we just whip it out now?” The other jock asked, a look holding no thoughts in his eye. That one for sure used his second head more than the one attached to his neck. 

Ther giggled, wanting to die with every word they were about to say. “Strip for me, it’s more exciting that way.” 

“But what about you?” 

They had to fight the scowl that wanted to show on their face. “Well, I was hoping you’d rip my clothes off of me boys.” A sweet smile, one they perfected enough to make it look real. 

The two jocks needed eagerly, stripping in front of Ther, trying to make it look sexy when in reality they just looked like two clowns. 

“Okay, now I’ll count to three.” Ther said, taking a breath and squeezing the small gun in their pocket.

“One.”

“Two.”

They were counting slowly, taking their time. 

Then, surprising and scaring the two jocks, Ronin emerged from behind a tree.

 “Three.”

Bang

 He shot Craig.

The bullet was aimed at his throat and fit perfectly in. He fell to the ground with a loud thud. Blood leaking from the wound and running down his neck. Ronin didn’t waste town, shooting his friend after Ther missed their shot. 

He chased after the guy, leaving Ther alone with Craig��s body and all the forged proofs for the suicide behind. He caught up to him, taking a hit that almost broke his nose before shooting him into his chest. “Motherfucker.” He scoffed, dragging the body back to the place. 

Ther was kneeling in front of Craig’s body. Their mind a haze while their body had a clear reaction; laughter. Laughter and tears. 

They despised Craig more than anyone in this world, so seeing him dead was like a reward they didn’t even know they so dearly wanted. They didn’t care about being a murderer, a partner in crime. All they cared about was Craig laying dead in front of them.

 Their guilt may eat them up later, but it didn’t matter now. The adrenaline gave them more energy than they have ever felt in their life. They stood up from their knees, walked up to Ronin and wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling him close and kissing him passionately. It was a ‘thank you’. 

A thank you for all he’s done for them, for all the damage he’s brought, filth and corruption. It all made them a real person, someone who knew what they wanted. He loved them for them and that’s all that mattered to Ther really. 

God was their love and Angelwood will be the sin they’ll purge with the rot they’ll spread. 

teehee credits to this user for commissioning me to write this piece ^^

I hope you liked my little Heathers AU :D I'll see if I want to touch more content from Heathers with Thernin (I for sure want to use Freeze Your Brain and Seventeen from the Musical too since there are my go to songs for them other than OLIS)

Love you all, Nathan <3

[goatyuuji]

Sorry for the delay, but it's here now… Most of them are NC-17 and R rated, so read the tags.

One shots (1k-9k)

Incense by cielelyse (E, 6.6k)

“We wanted to know,” says Mimiko, “who between the two of you is the better fighter?” (Or: Satoru tries to prove he's better at close combat, but Suguru has other plans.)

Curiosity Killed the Crush by xBarbarellax (E, 7.5k)

Today was the day. No more chickening out, no more waiting for him to make the first move, no. Today, Hina was going to ask out Gojo Satoru.

all the world’s a stage by ruche

“I don’t deserve to love you,” Suguru offered. It was placid as a temple pond, at odds with all his feelings. His arms went limp at his sides. He smiled again, sweet and hollow. “Right?” Satoru recovered well enough. Intensity seemed to evaporate off of him within a few stiff seconds. “They deserve this, I deserve that,” he said after a beat. “Who died and made you king of the universe? Talk about obnoxious.” Suguru is horny and Satoru makes that Suguru’s problem.

closer to the bone by sanctify (E, 6k)

“How thoughtful of you.” Gojo eventually says as he rests the cuffs on his lap, skimming a finger along the black padding on the inside of one. “I saw that you had added them to your wishlist.” Geto hums, tilting his head in his direction, the sharp amber of his eyes like spools of molten honey. “I hope it wasn’t too forward of me.” This has Gojo burst out into a brief fit of laughter, the bright whites of his teeth showing as he leans forward to lay a hand on Geto’s chest, easy and playful and flirtatious. “I invite you over so I can record you fucking my brains out and post it online, and you think you’re being forward?” Gojo laughs again, a soft pink coloring the curve of his cheeks this time, accentuated by the highlighter he wore.

Thought you were about to get some foreplay with me by SaintOfAthena (E, 5.7k)

See, Gojo Satoru has a problem: there is a frontier that his true feelings cannot breach. When they try to force it, it is only at the cost of their true nature that they are allowed to pass. Consequently, after a mental breakdown due to a pimple that leads to Geto taking care of him, he jumps on the chance to tell him how he feels but things don't go as smoothly as expected.

up the river, we can go slow by Eskarina (E, 5.8k)

Satoru looks ethereal this way—like nothing has ever touched him. Like Suguru couldn’t even touch him if he wanted to. He does want to, eventually; ask Satoru if he’s allowed to leave marks that won’t disappear within the blink of an eye. He doesn’t think they’re quite there yet.

Trials and tribulations of loving Satoru Gojo.

Woozy by Kiboutie (E, 2.5k)

“I have infinity, remember? No one can touch me,” Satoru repeats, before slowly reaching forward and tucking a stray strand of hair behind Suguru’s ear with a wistful sigh. “Unless I want them to.” Alternatively, The one where omega Gojo continues to spend his heat with Getou, even after they've parted ways.

Longer fics (9k+)

4AM by damiselart (E, 10.8k)

Suguru and Satoru's meet cute but it's horny instead.

His **** is What?! by owl_beans (E, 10.1K)

Gojo Satoru did not have a crush on Getou Suguru. They had never even spoken to each other. Satoru was just curious about what neat and polite Getou Suguru was like when he wasn't all buttoned up. The answer was not at all what Satoru expected and even better than he had imagined. To no one's surprise, they hit it off infuriatingly well.

in the eye of the dragonfly by backbones (E, 9.3k)

Suguru first heard about the Six Eyes when he was still a child. Like most children his age, it sounded like a legend, or a fairy tale out of a book—and when he was a teenager, it became more real. Suguru was slated to be a sorcerer, but he still came from a modest clan inside the same village where the Six Eyes was born, and occasionally he would hear little truths: he was a boy of sixteen (like Suguru), he had eyes like the sky (unlike Suguru), or he will be the strongest sorcerer alive (not if Suguru had a say). But— He’s a boy, Suguru thought. He’s a boy. (In which the Gojo clan arranges a marriage between Satoru and Suguru.)

lovesick lullabye by pastelcoloureddreams (E, 18k)

"Satoru, you can't pretend like there's nothing more to us," Suguru appeals, grabbing the crook of Satoru's elbow. That certainly makes Satoru freeze but his eyes remain hard, an impenetrable fortress to the soft and vulnerable boy he knows still lives inside Satoru. "I still love you." "Love? Is that why you left me?"

Slow Hands by megumiblues (E, 12.3k)

Satoru is in desperate need of a massage, so who better to ask than famous masseuse Suguru, who just so happens to be the best friend he’s been in love with for over ten years now?

The Traveller's Song by No_Ir (E, 23.3k)

When it comes, the death of summer is vapid and quiet. It tastes like stale water and smells like memories gone bad in the heat. Nothing mourns it and the air is speckled with bits of seawater that cling to the dampness on the back of his neck. Crickets chirp throughout the night and the bed is too warm to sleep in, so he buries his face into pillows that smell like dust and salt and ignores the stabbing behind his eyes till he can feel the irritating warmth of another day on his back. I miss the sea, he thinks, staring at the familiar outline of the window, palm resting on the friend-shaped dent on his bed. Exhaustion drapes itself over his shoulders and sweat beads like pearls at the roots of his hair. I miss the sea like I miss my friend.

The Future of a Broken Past by dazylein (34.5k, ongoing)

Temporary amnesia due to severe trauma. It’s all the doctor can tell Satoru when he wakes up bloodied and bruised with no ID on him and no fingerprints matching any record. Plagued with the idea that his life must have been meaningless if no one is even looking for him, Satoru finds himself in front of a buddhist temple that proves him otherwise. As the haze around his memories clears, the guesses of who did this to him and why turn muddier and muddier.

[nomiyakazehaya]

Megatronus Prime as bottom has me F E R A L. Tell me more?

okay, so this is going to heavily depend on how you interpret prima as well because i got into bottomtronus mostly because of primatronus, but in short: short, pretty but uptight asshole top prima x gentle giant bottom megatronus

i feel like i'm definitely gonna ramble nonsense and it might get long so i'll keep it under a cut! feel free to ignore my inane ramblings 😂

so, i only got into primatronus very recently because one of the servers i'm in got me hella invested in their noblespark au but, like. for some context, we have this headcanon that sentinel deliberately slanders prima's image by depicting him as this pretty, ethereal and dainty pretty boy prime. so you have this "delicate, dainty-looking, pretty and elegant" prima who turns out to be actually extremely sassy, throws tantrums and can be extremely violent on occasion (bro has demolished rooms repeatedly before) and absolutely despises being painted as just a helpless pretty boy and then you have megatronus prime, this gentle giant warrior being who seems to be the only one sole person who can calm this angry tornado in a jar. there's also like. something about how this super mean, angry guy being super salty and being in denial before falling head over heels for the big gentle giant who can go toe-to-toe and hold his own against him.

also there's just also something about the big, tall, seemingly menacing warrior type ones be the bottoms, okay i am also just super tired and exhausted of the smaller, "prettier-looking" bottom trend. there, i said what i said.

none of this probably makes sense, as my circadian rhythm has been super fucked up lately and waking up early in the morning leaves my head feeling super empty and prone to spacing out, so i can't really properly articulate my thoughts.

so sorry for the long ramble and thanks for reading my babbling lmao

[theirishconstellations]

Sleep In

Word Count: 660 words.

Wolfstar, 80s AU (? idrk)

...

It was cold out, it had been raining heavily during the night. The window of their shared room had raindrop trails and was frosted over slightly. A shared cigarette sat in the ashtray on the windowsill, it sat with older unfinished ones, specks of ash arranged around them. Some of the ash had scattered onto the burnt brown sill like the cigarettes had been stubbed out in a hurry.

The wardrobe door was ajar, unorganised coats, shirts and empty coat hangers could be seen through the opening. Stuck on the outer side of the doors, with either blu-tack or stuck down with a strip of clear tape were a range of postcards, random stickers and photographs. Some, of the same two boys, one with dark shoulder length hair the other with a mess of golden-brown tuffs of loose curls. In most they were kissing, in others smiling or pulling silly faces at whoever had taken a photo. One near the centre of the right door was a large group of students, clad in their uniforms huddled up together in a café booth, milkshakes, teas and coffees resting half drunk in front of their hands.

A mirror was propped up against the wall by the bedroom door, sticky notes that read silly compliments and dirty jokes were on the frame. Posters above it of Queen, Bowie, The Clash and one signed Green Day poster. A chair in the corner, clothes chucked over the top, trousers of different pant length, and a leather jacket placed neatly atop the whole pile.

Wall long shelving, lined with books and VHS tapes and records. A vinyl spinning silently on the record player, where it sat on a low cabinet, as if they had both forgotten to swap to the next side and only the faintest crackles could be heard. There was a warm streak of light reflected on the cabinet that had risen slowly as the sun had spread light over the early morning.

An old tea that had long gone cold sat on the bedside table next to the stack of books, some parted and faced down, tabs sticky out and dog-eared pages visible. A red car jewellery tray that was slightly faded held nickel silver rings and one necklace with the letter R attached to it.

The duvet was partly crumpled, only half covering long limbs and resting no more than above the hips.

He had his mouth slightly parted, the sun highlighting the smallest freckles over his nose. His black curls running along the pillow like spilled ink, his nose gently pressed to the neck of Remus. A scarred arm was wrapped tightly around his middle, the other resting at his pale knee draped over him, Remus brushed it lightly repetitively with his thumb.

Remus felt Sirius stir. He heard the soft inhale and the deep exhale, the air tickling against his neck. He still had his eyes closed but pulled Sirius impossibly closer to him. He felt the vibration against his side, heard the soft hum. Sirius lifted his head slightly, Remus could practically feel his eyes searching over his face.

Remus cracked an eye open, the light from the morning sun creating an ethereal halo around his head, his black hair flopped slightly to one side. Remus instinctively smiled.

“Morning” he spoke, his voice rough from sleep.

Sirius moved his arms to place both his hands on Remus’ chest before resting his chin on the backs of said hands. Remus blinked and adjusted his head to see Sirius smiling sleepily back at him.

Remus stopped his small thumb movements on Sirius’ knee to instead smoothly run his fingers gently through Sirius’ locks. Sirius’ eyes fluttered shut.

...

I've started a new series for Microfics (also on ao3) but please if you have any ships you want to see written i'd love to hear (just drop it in the ask on my profile) any ideas 🤷‍♂️ (marauders only)

[vetteltea]

Mick Schumacher and The Sound of Snow Crunching [no warnings]

Day 8 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

The Schumacher ranch was never on your list of potential places you would be staying in the build-up to Christmas. 

Originally, your best friend had insisted on you coming, if only for a few days. However, nature had a cruel way of adjusting plans; a freakish snowstorm had suspended all travel out of the area; with the weather not expected to calm until days after the big day, it was almost certain you would be spending an impromptu Christmas day with Gina. Her mother had been all-too excited, reminding you that you had always been part of the family, either way.

And then…there was Mick. 

You were no stranger to your best friend’s younger brother; when you were five and he was three, he had shyly offered you a flower, stolen from his mother’s garden in a sweet attempt of showing you his affection. Gina had immediately shouted at her brother to leave you alone, you were her friend, after all. 

His undying crush never ceased; even after you moved away for school and he was engrossed into karting, he lived for the days you would attend one of Gina’s competitions, accompanying her to see Mick driving across all different global locations. Had it been a coincidence that his first points scored had been whilst you were in attendance? He wasn’t sure, he just knew it was an outright joy for you to be there. 

He adored having you around, secretly punching the air with his fist when Corinna had insisted you stay for the big day, promising they would do their utmost to get you back to your own family as soon as possible. 

Mick hadn’t had a moment to speak to you without Gina or his parents present, not until right now. It was late, the only reason he had left his bed was to let Angie outside after her persistent whining. The youngest Schumacher was only dressed in his joggers and a soft t-shirt, pulling on his boots as he reached the french doors to the porch. 

He suspended for a moment, entranced by two things. The first was the snow; it had become heavier, the weather report had been correct when it had been insistent there would be a White Christmas. Standing in the snow, body dipped in the automatic lights from the porch, was you. 

You were only dressed in your pajamas, head tilted to watch the delicate snowflakes fall from the dark sky. You must have been freezing, though clearly the temperature wasn't affecting your trance onto the weather. Mick could have stood there forever, simply watching as the girl he had adored since he was a toddler stood looking ethereal. 

Angie however, had other plans. The crunch of the blanket of snow underneath paws drawed you from your moment, head snapping to see the puppy bound through the snow, letting out a delighted bark upon seeing another friend outside. You can’t help but laugh, the furry bundle jumping up, clearly delighted in the weather. 

A second pair of footsteps are echoing around your ears, turning your attention away from Angie and seeing the blonde-haired boy step through the ankle-deep snow to stand by your side, his companion only continuing to burrow through the soft snow. 

“You must be freezing.” Mick comments, his gaze fixed on you whilst your own watches Angie, leaping through the snow. 

“I am…” You trail off, foot lifting, the snow falling off your shoe. “But I haven’t seen snow like this in so long…I wanted to experience it.” You realize how incredibly sad that must sound, but Mick shakes his head, lifting one arm to rest around your shoulder and pull you closer. He’s taller than you now, not the acne-prone teenager you had watched on a Go-Karting track. Broad, warm, and so incredibly handsome. 

“I get it. You still don’t get much snow, do you?” He remembers the conversation you had at dinner the previous night, how his mother wanted to know every detail of your new life, how it must have changed so much from when you were a young girl in pigtails. You had shaken your head in response, looking up to Mick’s features, now impossibly close to yours. 

“No. We don’t get…much of…” You trail off, attention lost as Mick’s lips draw closer to yours. He may have been Gina’s brother, but at that moment, he is so much more, and right now? His lips drawing and brushing against yours in the snow is all you can think about. Instinctively, your arms wrap around his torso, the arm which had rested around your shoulder only pulling you closer, bodies pushed closer to one another. 

When he pulls away, his lips stay millimeters away, hot breath fanning over your skin as he giggles, he giggles. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

[frogalor]

playlists i’m proud of:

west coast winter for the timeless days between christmas and new years / for the snowless california winters

bobcore darkwave vibes

feral girl fall ominous, off putting, and vaguely threatening is what we aim for

ayo who put this on at the gym??? just some girly (gender neutral) tunes to get me through a horrible workout

i’m a hickory just as well appalachian folk and bluegrass

dream queen mexicana y latine dreamy pop and r&b (Kali Uchis vibes)

yeeha cunty country (pre-2010s)

hot girl shit (self explanatory)

cigarette lounge dreamy, old timey vibes

in the meadow watching butterflies (ethereal romantic)

the main character just got an apartment upbeat indie pop

daisies dancing in a patch of diaries

gentle showers the soft spring rain that signifies the end of winter and everything becomes greener (soft r&b)

punk party my favorite upbeat modern pop punk songs (tssf, neck deep, movements, hot mulligan)

let’s pretend it’s a snow day just a west coast girly trying to romanticize her winter (semi indie pop vibes)

mistlehoe cunty christmas

stockings by the fire catch all playlist of christmas music (lots of repeat songs)

cigarettes & crisp air melancholic indie / alt

jumping in leaf piles perfect for movie-esque fall days

oh no it’s the season of the witch

let’s get spooky halloween songs

flannels & beanies mom, i wish it was a phase

tricks ‘n’ treats spooky adjacent indie & alt

abscission instrumental that feels like leaves gently falling

you’re stuck with me skyguy a goofy playlist of music i think Ahsoka would use to torture Anakin (with the help of the 501st) is she had the aux

pink something lgbt just happened to me

lonesome diner Bonnie Guitar vibes

softly old timey falling in love

fading flower in your feelings r&b

are you bored yet? indie pop (lots of Wallows)

we become the flowers soft indie vibes

bailazo regaaeton

beach bum beachy summer indie

cruisin’ motown and r&b vibes my parents raised me on

~groove~ some funky vibes my mom loves

Doo Wop Don’t Stop doo wop 50s-60s

lover boys lany x lauv (may spice it up in the future)

Shade a playlist for my favorite dnd character, it’s all over the place, but i miss her so much

[bambisnc]

♥♥♥ pairing : na jaemin x reader hehehehehehe genre : suggestive except i can't really write suggestive that well (YET) so mixed w angst ish cw/tw : unedited + swearing + reader is in a dress and has hair long enough to be tied up to show their pretty af neck + jaem and reader r trying to play some kinda mind games or osemthing idrfk man + lmk if there r some that i missed bc i have my language exam day after tomorrow and i need to study CRIES wc : 0.8k ish ... notes : def suggest listening to it w the osng in the bg!! ♥♥♥ mm okay so attention by charlie puth + ex situationship!jaemin

under the hazy blue and violet lights of some party, you’d be damned if you knew whose it was, you notice him surrounded by people. obviously you won't even think of going over to him, no, you have a better plan

so you bide your time, make sure to position your figure - swathed in a gorgeous dress, perfectly equal amounts of ethereal and alluring - in such a way that he wouldn't see you immediately, no god you'd rather him have a little bit of internal debating, mind filled with thoughts of you

then!! when his eyes finally catch a glimpse of you somewhere in the corner of his view he all but completely drops his conversation with the girl he'd been talking to, yearning somewhat subconsciously for a proper glance

and boy oh boy when he finally gets the opportunity to absolutely devour you with his eyes - flickering ruby hues illuminating your figure, as you throw your head back, laughing in that utterly perfect way of yours at something someone said..

he isn't really bothered that you've apparently shown up with someone to be honest, you don't really have a relationship which warrants him having any feelings like that, not anymore

but he can't help but feel extremely concerned at the way he is immediately flooded with images of you - of your playful eyes, of your exposed neck when you tie up your hair, of how your nose wrinkled slightly when you cringed at something and your lips, oh god those lips

I know that dress is karma, perfume regret You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine

so you really can't blame him when he walks towards you.. only to go right past and making his way to the roof

and you hate to be predictable but you really can't help making up some story, excusing yourself from the person you were with - name and face forgotten with practiced ease - as you follow behind

the chill air hits you as you seek the railing, attempting to look for him without making it obvious, but you barely have any time to process it before you feel a warmth, a very familiar warmth enveloping your figure

turn around with as much nonchalance as you can muster, which proves to be rather challenging because of how your heart seems to exalt with sheer joy it's obviously due to the success of your plan, due to you winning right? and see jaemin. looking just as in-place and confident as ever as he smiles at you

as if he's forgotten all that happened between you two. forgotten all the hugs, the hand-holding, the sleepovers which lead to certain experiments, somehow always ending with kisses placed at the corner of your lips till one day you decided you wanted more and pulled his collar, yanking his lips to meet yours in a passionate exchange

this is your game though. you've basically already won so you refuse to give up now in the face of the perilous adversity that is jaemin, when he’s decided to take up your challenge

so you indulge his mindless conversation, all the while subtly trailing your hand up his chest to its rightful place at the base of his neck as both of his own simply ensure your place between his figure and the railing, almost as if he's scared you'll suddenly run away you'd never, how could you?

pulling him closer with a deceptively slow pace, as if you're only just now noticing his oh so kissable lips. allowing yourself to miss a couple opportunities of making witty remarks at his words to make it seem as if you're lost in his vibrant, obsidian-like eyes and you could've sworn you saw the moon in them.. and.. wasn't it particularly beautiful then? as if his own beauty graciously rubbed off on the celestial entity

he takes the hint, finally, and without a single word, indulges you with a peck, lips meeting yours gently, softly. he breaks away rather quickly, much to your disappointment leading him to tell you to "use words to say what you want princess, y'know 'm not a mind reader"

"need you jaem," you find yourself complying, the promise of having him completely rendering your thinking capacity useless "need you to kiss me please"

and that's all he needs to dive in again, one hand gripping your waist and the other tilting your face upwards to meet his

the faint music of the party still rings in your ears, as your own arms clutch at his shoulders tighter, wanting to be closer, closer to him.

having to push him away, albeit unwillingly – because it feels so so painful to break apart from his soft, familiar embrace when for ages this is all that has consumed your thinking – when your breath fails you, a string of saliva stretching between your now slightly swollen lips; you gasp at the feeling of him placing feather-like kisses against your neck - not as a means to comfort, but to tease you, to rile you up further.. you attempt to distract yourself from how all your nerves seem to be on fire and yet are craving for more and more of his heat but your brain is only able to to take you back when you’d me jaemin for the first time, so blissfully unaware of how your entire soul would soon devote itself to him but due to your mind being afraid of “complications” would lead to a war within you, between your head and your heart

then a rather harsh bite right below your jaw jolts you back from your reverie, as if he knew your thoughts were wandering. that's definitely going to leave a mark

And now I'm all up on ya, what you expect? But you're not coming home with me tonight

the only half-coherent thought in jaemin’s head on the other hand, is : fuck this, there's no way you're not going home with him ♥♥♥