#might have to write lil extras soon

[bunny-lily]

Satoru, who...

Did you ask for more fluff? I did, ehe~

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

CW: pure fluff, just fluff, no angst, only happiness | proposal, marriage, pregnancy, husband!Gojo, dad!Gojo, soft!Gojo, categorically fucking whipped Satoru, domesticity, kinda slice-of-life, mildly suggestive at the end

The starstruck boy, Gojo Satoru, who is utterly obsessed with you in every way possible.

AN: while I’m in the middle of writing an absurdly long fic, I wanted to post some shorter stuff to 1) keep my hands loose and brain active/busy, and 2) post something while I’m working on the fic to come. I won’t post much about it rn because I want to actually finish it first and not make any promises, so enjoy a lil fluff in the meantime <3 just something short and sweet

WC: 3k

Satoru, who is smitten with you from the very moment he first lays eyes on you. Sure, he's had infatuations before, but they were short-lived and typically lasted no longer than a week. A quick fascination, then poof. You, on the other hand – you are different.

And it is plain to see for pretty much everyone. He is normally cocky and outgoing, even during the little fads he’s had, he never let down his façade of bravado. You, though? You melt all his walls until he’s a goopy puddle of a blushing, giggling school girl.

He is whipped, almost to an annoying point. He rambles off Suguru's and Shoko's ears enough times for them to know when he’s about to start singing your praises and avoid him, or distract him somehow (which is a monumental task when his ditzy head is full only of thoughts of you).

Even so, they are conflictingly bewildered and happy for their friend. For him to have found someone that he is interested in for longer than a week – let alone several months, now – is a riveting change of pace. He seems so genuinely delighted any time you two interact, bubbly, dreamy sighs leaving him as hearts dance in his eyes.

He has fallen for you bad.

Satoru, who’s a stuttering disaster when he tries to ask you out on a date, and damn near collapses in relief when you’re able to decipher what the hell he’s going on about and agree to go to the new café that opened up near campus with him.

One date turns into two, then three, then a dozen more that become routine for you. You meet up after classes let out, then head to the café side by side. Or, if one is running late, you have each other’s orders memorized. You even go the extra mile and order him a sweet he hasn’t tried yet to surprise him with when he bursts into the establishment, panting like he ran a marathon. He might as well have, he booked it for the café as soon as he was free, dying to see you.

Satoru, who is somehow in even more shambles when he gets the nerve to ask you to go steady with him, despite the two of you being borderline boyfriend and girlfriend by now. He’s jittery, sweaty, downright vibrating with tense energy when he brings you to the sakura tree near the back of school that you two had laid claim on. Oh, and when you say yes? He’s certain he’s died and gone to heaven. Nothing can explain how an angel like you decided to grace him with your existence as is, let alone love him – even while you called him an idiot and said you thought you two were already dating.

Satoru, who was already protective over you when you first met, dials it to eleven after you agree to being his girlfriend. Gojo Satoru, the strongest man alive, could inspire fear and respect simply by being in the room with his confident and brash nature, completely relaxed and faithful in his skill. But if, gods forbid, something happens to you? Gone is that cocksure attitude. Gone are the coy smirks and passive-aggressive taunting meant to rile others up. Gone is everything but his one track mind that focuses solely on two tasks: protecting you, and destroying whatever harmed you.

Satoru, who spoons you to his chest and watches ASMR, random videos, or movies on your phone with you 'til you both fall asleep. It became routine shortly after you began officially dating. You'll climb into bed first and decide what you want to watch while he finishes his nightly regimen, then he'll slip under the blankets and pull your back flush against his front, prop his chin atop your head, slide a thigh between your legs, and off to cozy dreamland you two go as whatever you choose acts as white noise. 

It brings him an immense amount of comfort, and though he doesn't need as much sleep as normal folks, he'll refuse to leave bed until you're awake (with the exception of any needs he might have to take care of that will only see him away for a couple minutes at most before he’s cradling you in his protective hold again).

Satoru, who salts and peppers your face with endless, ticklish kisses to wake you up, saving the best kiss for when your sleepy, pretty little eyes open: right on your lips. He always wakes up before you do, and spends hours watching your blissful, precious face as you snooze, content and relaxed like a cat with full trust in its human. The comparison always makes him smile, because he, truthfully, envisions you both as being cats all the time. Lazy ones that cuddle in the sun, your smaller form using his ridiculously fluffy and larger one as a pillow-slash-blanket. His tail twined with yours, your ears twitching as he grooms you with kitten licks, ah, the dream.

Satoru, who wants to slap a ring on your finger the very moment he can. You two spend so many days and weeks raving about your imaginary wedding that he so desperately wants to be real, setting up plans, picking out what you would want for decor, scrolling through forum boards for ideas on a wedding dress for you. He is practically more excited at the prospect of getting married than you are, eager to help in every step of the process and more. 'Let me handle all the hard stuff, baby,' he nearly begs. 

He won’t tell you the cost of anything, and insists you go all out. Get the dress you want, don't you dare look at the price tag. Choose the perfect venue, he doesn't care if it's in Japan or fucking Dubai, he'll handle paying for everyone's travel and hotel needs on top of the whole wedding. Only the absolute best for you, nothing less, everything more.

Satoru, who is a train wreck of nervous excitement, anxious anticipation, and giddy trepidation when the day comes for him to propose. He takes you to the perfect location – up a short and easy hiking trail that leads to a cliffside with the most magnificent view of the ocean and setting sun. You think it's just a sweet date trip, until you see the path of tea candles guiding you to a romantically set up picnic blanket, a basket resting atop it, waiting to be opened.

When you turn around to express your shock and confusion, you find Satoru on one knee, looking up at you as if you are the most gorgeous and divine creature to ever exist. He's confident and boisterous, as always, as he plays out his little speech about how much he adores you and wants to keep you by his side, forever and ever, but he's a shaking trash fire inside. A shivering little dog that's relieved he didn't stutter or screw up the speech he practiced a hundred times over and then some.

Satoru, who's thanking every god to ever possibly reside above (and even below) when you throw your arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder as a flood of yeses pours out of you, slurred as you ramble through your tears and tell him you love him, how happy you are, and a plethora of other things that make him genuinely the most elated person to ever live.

Satoru, who slides the brilliant engagement ring he had custom made for you onto your finger; smooth, with an inset blue diamond that shares the same shade as his eyes, nestled in with a dozen tinier crystals in vine-like spirals flowing outward from the center. Swarovski, of course. He made sure that it was all flush with the platinum to ensure it wouldn't snag on anything. 

He was practically breathing down the jeweler's neck during the entire process, needing to guarantee it’s positively perfect for you. And, when he sees the glimmering jewelry cozy on your finger, the evidence of your bond and the next step in your journey to unite as one, he knows he made all the right choices.

Satoru, who only uses the finest material for your matching wedding bands, and has the insides of both engraved with each other's names. Yours in his, his in yours. He has the same jeweler as before (poor guy) design them to have two stripes of platinum within the gold of your rings, delicate and stunning for himself and his wife.

Satoru, who's jubilant and so incredibly ecstatic that you're now his wife that he can't help but tell everyone he knows, everyday, multiple times a day, even those that were at the wedding. He just can't get over it. You're his wife, the girl he's been crushing on since highschool, the girl he swore to make his, and to devote himself to. It feels like an incredible dream, and he worriedly pinches himself from time to time to make sure it's real. 

He did it. He married you, and now you carry his name in yours, in your wedding band, everywhere he could put it to subtly (not really) show you off as the unquestionably precious treasure you are, his wife, and how overjoyed he is that he managed to catch you and keep you.

Satoru, who forgets how to function when you hold up a pair of white and pink sticks on his birthday, from different brands, both showing positive symbols. You. You're pregnant. With his baby. He swears his brain short-circuits because one minute, he's staring at you like you'd grown a second head, and the next, he has you wrapped up in his arms as he showers your forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw, lips, neck, ears, anywhere he can reach, with kisses.

He's a babbling, sniffly mess as he practically crushes you to his chest and coos and preens and weeps with elation. He reveres you like a deity and he’s your loyal and pathetic servant who was blessed beyond measure that you decided to give him the gift of life. He's going to be a father, and it's all because of you.

Satoru, who completely spoils the living hell out of you during your pregnancy (as if he hadn't already been), bending backwards for you for everything. Weird cravings? He's on it. Swollen ankles and nausea? He's rushing to the store for medicine, then rubbing your feet to ease the ache. Insatiable horniness? He's your slave for you to use for your pleasure. Hormones swinging wildly back and forth? He's there with a box of tissues and his firm chest for you to beat on when you feel like you're going crazy. It's his fault you're pregnant, after all. You're doing the hard work of not just carrying his child, but of nurturing it, growing it, letting it take from you to develop strong and healthy. Of course he's going to take care of you.

Satoru, who refuses to let you do any work. You're on indefinite parental leave. From the moment you show him those positive tests, he sits your pretty ass down on the couch and tells you firmly that your only job now is to help your baby develop. He'll take care of everything else, don't even think about lifting a finger.

Satoru, who's there at every appointment with you, clutching your hand tightly as you talk to your doctor about everything you need to know. And when you have your first ultrasound, and see your fetus together for the very first time, he's crying right alongside you.

Satoru, who spent meticulous hours packing a duffel bag with everything you'll both need for when it comes time for you to go into labor. Spare changes of clothes, plenty of water, blankets to keep you warm, a couple pillows, anything and everything. He refuses to go in unprepared. As soon as it's all packed and ready to go by the 8 month mark of your pregnancy, it's in the backseat of the car. The baby car seat is in the trunk of the sleek and top-of-the-line SUV he purchased specifically for your soon-to-be family. He doesn't care that it's taking up space, or that it’s too early, he refuses to go in unprepared.

Satoru, who immediately ditches work the very instant your water breaks. Who gives a fuck if he's in the middle of something important, nothing takes precedence over you and the incoming birth of your infant. He's breaking several driving laws to get you to the hospital, but neither of you care. Not when you're panting in the passenger seat, white-knuckling the grab handle with a palm pressed to your stomach, grunting and crying out in pain any time you have a contraction. It's a miracle he doesn't get pulled over, and he's incredibly thankful (and proud of himself) for thinking of calling the hospital ahead of time so that they're ready for you.

Satoru, whose entire world becomes a blur from the second you reach the hospital, to the second you're crushing his hand in your grip, screaming as you fight to bring his baby into the world. He's letting you yell at him and blame him for the pain you're in, easily accepting and agreeing because it is his fault. 

But while your shaking sobs and shrieks of agony wound his heart beyond any possible measure, he also can't help his elation at knowing it's time, all the waiting has been worth it, every minute spent catering to your every need, want, and desire. He'll do it indefinitely, wait on you hand and foot for the rest of his life, treat you like a queen, because you deserve it and so much more.

Satoru, who's shocked by how well he's holding up when the nurse puts the wrapped up, pudgy little newborn in his arms, gazing down at the tiny being. His tiny being, your tiny being, the fragile and priceless life you both created. Looking down at his kin, his reason for being, he knows he'd do anything and everything to protect you and your child.

Satoru, who sees you, a disheveled and tired disaster, with your hair all tangled, frizzy, and astray, strands stuck to your sweaty skin, your body slack in relief as the hardest part is finally over, watching your husband hold your baby, and he thinks you're more beautiful now than you've ever been. 

You look like you’ve been dragged through hell; your legs are sticky with residue blood, amniotic fluid, placenta, and whatever else that needs to be cleaned off (though your legs are covered with a few layers of blankets to keep you toasty warm while you recover from labor), your face is a little pale and sallow, you're barely clinging to consciousness, and he's marveling at how he's never seen anything or anyone as utterly blest and sacred as you. 

A goddess amongst men, the only one the strongest man in the world would ever willingly bow down to without you even needing to ask.

Satoru, who helps place your baby on your chest, the nurse having opened the blanket for skin-to-skin contact as you feed it, and finally lets himself release all his pent up emotions of raw, unfiltered joy. Every cell, every fiber, every atom in him is dancing in overwhelming happiness. He'd do it all over, again and again, as many times as you'd let him, if it means he gets to see you this blissful and tranquil. The glow of maternity suits you like no other, even in all your unkempt and chaotic glory. 

Satoru, who can't believe he's a dad. He goes above and beyond, insisting he takes care of the baby at night so you can sleep – he doesn't need as much rest as others do, after all. He murmurs to his newborn about how much he cherishes and adores you, how much you mean to him, how you're the best wife and mommy a man could ever ask for and more. He reads the kiddo bedtime stories to help it sleep, feeds it, changes it, whatever it is that is needed, he's there and doing it. 

On top of that, he continues to be your doting, devoted, caring husband. He makes sure you're taking your vitamins, takes you to all your postpartum appointments, aids you through your subsequent depression, all of it. He's sworn himself to you for life, not just in this timeline and universe, but in any and every single one of them.

He made and said his vows with purpose and conviction. He meant every word, and upholds them like his life depends on it. Because, in his mind, it does.

Satoru, who is patient with you, and firmly commands you to not push yourself to do things you can't do while you're still in recovery. He doesn't care if he has to wait months or even years for you to be ready to lay with him again, he'll wait it out. He might not be a patient man, but for you, he'd wait until all the stars die. 

Oh, but you, darling little minx that you are, do your best to take care of him, too. Even when he urges you to rest, or not worry about it, or anything other arguments he might have against it, you tend to him in whatever way you can. Touching, sucking, rough and heavy petting, whatever it takes. You refuse to leave him alone to suffer through months and months of dryness with no relief save for his hand and the toy you surprised him with to help take the edge off.

Satoru, who can't be more grateful to you. You're more than his wildest dreams, the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect person as a whole in the entirety of the universe. He really can't help boasting about being the Chosen One, because he really is, if the cosmos decided to gift him with you.

Satoru, who swears to take care of you for the rest of your lives, and does well on his promise.

Satoru, who fights for the sake of you and your kin alone. He refuses to leave you in any way, shape, or form. He refuses to let the world be a danger to any of you. He refuses to have anything happen to his family. Nothing will tear you apart, not now, not ever.

Satoru, who loves you more than the sun, the moon, and all the stars combined.

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[eph3merall]

I really liked the concept of loser!reader x fratboy!chris, I need more plsss. PS: I love your writing so much!!

idk how i feel about this. hope u enjoy <3 havent specifically thought out their dynamic / character traits yet so this might be a lil iffy. thank u sm n i love u 🤍

notes. loser!reader has an oral fixation n ends up sucking chris' dick.

the two of you lay on chris' bed, the aroma of weed heavy and laying a thick blanket over the room. a candle is lit on his desk for some ounce of lighting and to mask the scent of smoke—a window cracked open as well. every small gust of wind is making the flame atop the candle flicker and wave, casting shadows across the space.

chris is sat up, back resting against his headboard with your head cradled gently in his lap. you're laying on the plush mattress slightly sideways to allow your head to fit onto his lap, a throw blanket draped over your body. your face is itchy and red from previous tears, letting the soothing palm of chris' hand rub over your shoulder and into your hair.

he's smoking a joint, feeling his chest lift up and down with each inhale and exhale. soft little sniffles sound from your nose, strands of hair sticking to your tear-stained cheeks. chris is taking a puff and watching the smoke filter out of his mouth, then offering you the joint.

slowly, you reach out to take it between your fingers—quick to inhale and then exhale the smoke in your lungs. chris reaches for the joint back quickly, however you hold it out of reach just to take a few more huffs. he's rolling his eyes and halting the comforting swipe of his palm across your shoulder.

that's when you give it back to him, whining out lowly in an effort to tell him to keep going. keep touching you. smoke filters out from between your lips as you watch it dissipate into the air. then, chris' hand resumes the path he was taking—rubbing over your shoulder and making it feel as if your skin started burning and tingling with every swipe of his palm over bare skin.

you had gotten into an argument with your parents, then when one of your friends asked what was wrong you had flipped out and yelled at them. you didn't mean to, truly. but it was all just so much and your head had been spinning, a migraine forming and tears burning behind your eyes. then, said friend just scoffed and pranced off to another one of her more popular friends, already starting to whisper and point—giggles reaching your ears and just making you more upset.

so you go and see chris. he wasn't exactly happy to have you knocking on his door like a kicked puppy. he was rolling some pre's for some buyers later that night, maybe heading off to a party at some frat house to see if he can make some extra cash as well.

so when you're running into chris' arms and clutching at his sides like some little kid, he's quick to shove you off and back up to eye you up and down. muttering something about 'what the fuck' and 'fuck is wrong with you?' when you sniffle and the heel of your palm comes up to wipe at the tears now clinging to your lashes and dripping down your rosy cheeks.

and soon enough, you find yourself all tired out and laying your head on chris' lap as you two pass a joint back and forth. it took a little convincing for him to let you stay, but you're forever glad he agreed. you don't exactly have anyone else to go to right now.

chris is suddenly tugging you up so you're sitting in his lap, setting the joint into the ashtray on his bedside little table. he's unscrewing the cap on a plastic water bottle that's already about 2/3 of the way empty, lifting it to your lips. "drink, c'mon. prolly exhausted y'rself n' got your mouth all dry after all that cryin'.. pathetic," the last word is mumbled under his breath and you barely pick it up. you grasp the water bottle, the plastic crinkling under your palms as you take a few sips.

"i'm fine, chris," you huff and shove the drink away from you once chris isn't shoving it in your face to take a sip from it. he's rolling his eyes and placing the bottle back onto his bedside table—only to pick up the joint and take a huff. surprisingly gentle hands are guiding you back down to rest yiur head on his lap—which is what you assumed—but he's positioning your head in front of his crotch.

chris says nothing, only shifts his sweatpants down until his dick is free, already slightly hard as you gaze at him in that way that makes him hate you. all puppy-eyed, staring at him like he's some god to you. sometimes it just pisses chris off so goddamn much. he couldnt tell you why when asked.

hes humming lowly when he sees you ease the tip of his dick into your mouth and suckle on it all gently. he's realized you might have some sort of oral fixation—always wanting to suck on his dick or his fingers or something. so he lets you. not always, sometimes it gets annoying and chris just rams all of it down your throat.

but he's kind of high right now, hand tangling into your hair and stroking the back of your head gently. "mhm, s'what y'needed right?" you're moaning softly around the length of him, shifting your body so you can bob your head up and down gently. lifting off him to mouth at the side of his cock, getting it all slick from your saliva and mewling all soft and in a way chris finds fucking pathetic.

"s'aight, baby. y'got me.. don't worry 'bout 'em."

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take the ending however u want—had half a mind to make him more nice/more mean but i settled on this version. (for this au.. chris isnt normally this nice. he's literally trash talking reader to her own face sometimes bc hes pissed.) it is soo late sorry for any spelling mistakes / blah blah blah im supes tired </3

tags ! (if u want me to remove u / add u js let me know <3) @conspiracy-ash @sturniolosfavkayleigh @lvrsturniolo @st7rnioioss @meatballlover10 @ashlishes @ferdzom @55sturn @chriseatingmeoutin4k

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©eph3merall 2024

[anifever]

Dating Darry Curtis HC’s ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Darrel “Darry” Curtis x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : What I think dating ‘Superman’ would include

A/N : I’ve been busy but school’s out now so hopefully I can work on requests 💔. Also ily Jake Gyllenhaal but they should’ve never remade Roadhouse..

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୨ I hate to say it (not really), but you’re like a married couple

୨ The gang calls you mom and dad as a joke

୨ You guys are so sitting on a porch with wind chimes and birds chirping in the bg and the warmth of the sun hitting your skin coded

୨ You’re so disgustingly in love and it makes everyone sick

୨ I feel like bcs of how he’s portrayed and the responsibilities/stress he takes on from the entire gang, it makes him seem way older than he is

୨ That’s also probably due to Patrick Swayze being 31 instead of 20 while filming and also being 15 years older than C Thomas Howell irl instead of the 6 year age gap their characters actually had…

୨ Anyways, you help him actually act more his age

୨ You convince him to go out more, etc

୨ Everyone’s happy to see him let loose once in a while

୨ Like you guys mess around when you bake/cook together by throwing flour at each other and giggling omg I’m vomiting

୨ You guys are sometimes (very rarely) even spotted at Buck’s together and Dallas has to do a double take

୨ You also bribe the boys to give you guys or just him in general some alone time LMAO

୨ You absolutely slow dance in the kitchen. Idc.

୨ He’s the type to call you “a real treat” when you dress up or do something nice for him

୨ Going shopping together and him walking around with his lil’ glasses reading the grocery list while you push the cart

୨ Sitting in his lap while he reads the newspaper ohahahwbrbrbnrne

୨ You guys definitely met early on; slow burn

୨ You were SO ‘So High School’ by Taylor Swift when you were a little bit younger

୨ Been in the works of writing a ff abt that..

୨ FINALLY officially asked you out senior year for prom and you’ve been together since, even though you guys were in love way before that

୨ You definitely have to get in between his and Pony’s fights a lot

୨ Soda comes to you for advice, no matter what it is- he thinks it’s refreshing to have someone new to talk to rather than constant arguing, yada yada

୨ Dallas either flirts with you to piss Darry off or he has a relationship with you like he did with Mrs. Curtis. No in between.

୨ The type of man to give you foot massages

୨ On the contrary, you also massage his shoulders

୨ Johnny probably had a tiny crush on you when you first met him years back, but it went away when you guys started dating

୨ Went away to an extent at least..

୨ Him standing between your legs while you’re sat on the sink shaving his face for him GODODODODID

୨ He says “honey, I’m home” unironically

୨ He’s able to pick you up pretty easily no matter your weight

୨ He does it a lot and it’s mainly to show off LMAO

୨ You guys play checkers together and genuinely enjoy it which doesn’t help your mom/dad allegations

୨ EXTREMELY good at calming you down whether it’s a panic attack, etc

୨ He might lose his temper a lot on his brothers, but he never does it with you

୨ If he ever does accidentally snap at you, he apologizes to no end

୨ He’s touching you whenever he can; a hand on your waist, around your shoulder, keeping you on his lap, a finger in your belt loop, etc

୨ Speaking of belt loops, you pulling him in by the loops or his belt buckle to kiss him⁉️⁉️⁉️ I’m losing it

୨ Whenever any sort of errand needs to be run, he either forces Pony/Soda to do it, or makes you come with him alone

୨ He buys you flowers whenever he has the extra money ☹️

୨ Has his moms wedding ring kept someplace safe to give to you one day

୨ On another note, she loved you so much before she passed

୨ She was also constantly teasing him about you two when you guys were younger

୨ If he’s exhausted from work and flops onto the couch with you, don’t expect to be getting up anytime soon

୨ Back to the ‘him going out more’ point- you guys go to rodeos together whenever he knows Pony is being watched by someone else

୨ Calming lil’ picnics together by a lake

୨ He unfortunately will have to cancel plans a good amount because of work-related stuff, but you completely understand

୨ He’s pretty stubborn about letting you help with money, but he gives in sometimes

୨ You leave him cute notes in the lunch that he takes to work <\\3

୨ He for sure keeps a hand on your thigh or knee while driving

୨ There’s no doubt in my mind you’d grow old together

୨ He’s thankful for you in so many ways and is glad you’re able to help his life feel normal again and like an actual 20 year-old

[blue-jisungs]

felix felicis

summary. befriending minghao, the slytherin your friends (no one knows why) hated was horrifying at first. but after some time passed, you’d start wondering if it was some unknown side effects of felix felicis

word count. 7k. wtf.

warnings. mentions of social anxiety, swearing

genre. fluff with a pinch of angst i guess? angst/comfort? however u call it + a lil bit of humour :D

au. hogwarts :D slytherin!hao x hufflepuff!reader

extra. svt cameo and (g)idle cameo bc queen card is stuck in my head + i remembered that one minnie photo in slytherin scarf and i was like??? let’s gooo!!

a/n. this was so fun to write???? lmk if u like hogwarts au, i might write more in such vibes in the future!!! :D

you stormed into the classroom, textbooks almost falling out of your arms. you quickly scanned the room to see if snape was there… and of course he was there.

“um, good morning! i’m sorry for being late” you blurted out, walking over to your friends.

“what was it this time, miss l/n?” snape grunted, his eyes piercing your soul.

“the stairs” you mumbled, ready to shuffle over to mingyu, your friend. the slytherins snickered at your answer and snape stopped you with a tsk.

“miss l/n, since you’re late let me enlighten you. you’re doing a pair project on brewing felix felicis. and since you’re late you’ll be working with…” snape paused dramatically, looking for someone who didn’t have a pair “… mr xu”

“oh that’s just bullshit” seungkwan hissed, crossing his arms. dokyeom gasped dramatically.

“mr boo, i believe it is my task to pair students. if you’re disagreeing with that, you’re disagreeing with me. which means…” snape stopped, leaving the conclusion to seungkwan.

“just you wait until we tell soonyoung or seungcheol” kwan whispered to you. your older friends will be outraged as well, that’s for sure.

“move to your partner’s desk, miss l/n” your professor ordered and you gave last pleading look to your friends and slowly moved over to minghao, a fellow slytherin.

“poor y/nnie…” mingyu sighed.

it’s not like you personally hated slytherins or had a problem with minghao and his friends. it was your friends who didn’t like them (especially the gryffindors – seungkwan, soonyoung, deokyeom and chan). the main reason of your fear was purely your social anxiety and separation from your friends. and, well, the fact the slytherins were slightly intimidating. you heard they were gossiping about your friends and merlin knows if they weren’t gossiping about you either.

as snape started his introduction to felix felicis, you stood next to minghao. your fingers anxiously played with the hem of your book, avoiding eye contact.

minghao sighed, regretting his friends were older than him (which meant they had different classes right now). well, he’ll just complain about it later. suddenly he caught minnie and shuhua, his slytherin peers, looking at him playfully.

there goes discretion.

“cat got your tongue?” he asked out of the blue, causing you to look up. you shook your head, trying to figure out what to say. hi i’m y/n? how are you? the weather is nice today?

“no” you said softly after a short while “i’m just listening”

“oh? you always seem extra chatty during potions when you’re with those half bloods though” minghao smirked, looking at your friends. you did the same.

seungkwan made a gesture of cutting his throat, which made you scoff.

“but i’m assuming that’s good you’re listening for once. because don’t you dare mess up the position” the dark haired boy’s voice made you turn around slowly, eyes widening “what? felix felicis usually takes up to five months to brew and i wanna get it done as soon as possible”

“oh” you mumbled. minghao fell quiet too, noticing the crease between your brows. suddenly you nodded, sending him a soft smile “i see. i’ll try my best”

you started taking notes of what snape was saying. minghao though, was surprised.

you were so… gentle. no snarky comments that’s he’s a mean, bad slytherin.

that was refreshing, to say at least.

after the class came to an end, you closed your books and said a quiet goodbye to minghao, rushing to mingyu and your other friends.

“how did you even survive?” seungkwan laughed, side eyeing the slytherin boy that was passing you by.

“hey! it wasn’t bad! he’s nice!” you frowned, following your friends’ tracks and going to find the others.

minghao smiled softly upon hearing your words and went to find his mates before the gossip reaches them.

all the potion classes so far were… peaceful. you worked mostly in silence. but not in awkward silence. his presence was comforting to be around and your gut told you that he’s feeling the same way too. minghao never really give you snarky, mean comments. well, maybe towards your friends or directly at them when they were staring. but never you.

somehow, you weren’t late for the today’s classes. in fact, you were even a little earlier. with no sight of your friends anywhere near, you leaned against the wall and grabbed the book you were currently reading.

lost in your world, you didn’t notice that minghao arrived. he was looking at you with curiosity and even wanted to approach you, when jun showed up.

“oh, i’ve been looking for you!” jun called suddenly, causing you to jerk in surprise. you noticed the two slytherins, wondering when they arrived here.

as you slid down the wall and sat on the floor to continue reading, the boys started talking.

“what do you want?” minghao asked calmly, his eyes still glued to you, a soft smile forming on his face when he recognised the book you were reading. jun turned around, smiling playfully and swinging on his feet.

“are you coming to the three broomsticks this weekend? you didn’t answer jeonghan when he asked you” jun hummed. minghao nodded, shifting his gaze to his friend “good. because we have a lot of things to talk about”

“what do you mean?” minghao grunted and jun just wriggled his brows. the younger punched him, causing jun to squeal.

“okay, okay! you need to start meditating again” jun chuckled and managed to duck another punch that was coming his way “okay! i’m going! have fun!”

minghao just rolled his eyes and once jun was gone, the doors to the classroom opened.

“since you’re here already you can come in” snape announced and disappeared again in the dark classroom.

minghao walked up to you and reached his hand out.

you looked up, closing your book. as a confused frown painted on your face, dokyeom, seungkwan, mingyu and vernon appeared in the hallway.

“don’t make me wait” minghao mumbled coldly. you sent him a warm smile and grabbed his hand. he pulled you gently, helping you stand up.

“YAH!”

you didn’t turn around, you whose voice was that (dokyeom’s). minghao though, tilted his head slightly and send a small smirk to your friends.

“thank you” a hum left your lips and the slytherin nodded, going into the classroom.

mingyu ran up to you, grabbing your face.

“are you okay?!” he yelled out dramatically, causing you to giggle.

the progress on your potion so far was amazing. it had the right consistency although there was still a lot of work ahead. not to mention your bonds. you didn’t even notice when you started getting along and becoming closer, chatting more and more during the lesson. you discovered that you two have a lot in common and in fact, minghao isn’t that bad as your friends think. he’s pretty cool once you got to know him and above all, you enjoyed his company.

while he was chopping something, you turned around to grab one of the ingredients but in process your wand fell on the floor.

you leaned down to grab it, cursing underneath your breath at your clumsiness. minghao put his hand on the corner of the desk, scanning carefully if you’re not gonna bump into it.

luckily you didn’t – and even if you did, you would bump onto his hand and not the sharp corner. you straightened your back and met vernon’s shocked (frightened, even) gaze. as you turned around you saw minghao taking away his hand and coming back to work. his face was the same, not showing any emotions and simply unbothered.

as blush crept up on your cheeks, you came back to work. suddenly you heard some whispers.

carefully looking around you noticed minnie talking to shuhua, glancing at you.

“did you see that?”

your stomach dropped, your hands starting to sweat. what did they mean by that? but you didn’t do anything… right?

“why did he do that?”

you didn’t even hear when minghao asked you something. you stared at the desk, mind racing with thoughts.

sudden touch on your shoulder made you flinch, your eyes flicking over to worried minghao.

“are you okay?” he asked quietly. letting out a shaky breath, you didn’t realise you were holding, you nodded “you’re a terrible liar”

“isn’t that a good thing though?” you asked with a smile, trying to calm down. minghao scoffed and you took a glance at minnie.

“hufflepuffs…” he mumbled and saw you’re looking away. when he met his friend’s gaze, she stopped gossiping and started working again. minnie’s eyes were locked on minghao’s hand on your shoulder. he took it off, realisation hitting him “i’ll talk to her”

“what? no! what do you mean?” you panicked, tugging his sleeve. this caused his eyes to widen. well, not only his but also your friends’. you cleared your throat and took your hand away “i mean… it’s nothing”

“sure” he grunted angrily, returning to his previous task “don’t mess up the potion”

you but your lip worriedly, nodding slowly. great, you made him angry.

when the lesson ended, you grabbed your stuff and left the classroom. he probably thinks you’re weird now. and what was gonna minnie think about you? it’s not like you wanted to get her in trouble. it’s just…

“yah, y/n!” minghao’s voice made you turn around. you stopped in the middle of the crowd, someone bumping over your shoulder.

seungcheol happened to talk with your ravenclaw friends - joshua, jihoon and wonwoo. they were probably waiting for you to finish your classes since after them you were supposed to go to the three broomsticks. however once seungcheol noticed minghao is bothering you, he was ready to intervene.

you blinked at the slytherin boy as he approached you.

“did i say something?” he asked quietly, aware of your friends watching.

“no! it’s just…” you trailed off, trying to find a way to word your worries without sounding like a weirdo. he’s friends with minnie after all. minghao was waiting patiently “you don’t have to talk to minnie. she was just chatting and i… i guess i was just overthinking. i didn’t want to make you mad or something….”

he scoffed.

you know that it was an amused scoff. seungcheol however, thought it was making fun of you kind of scoff.

“hey, minghao! don’t you have better things to do?” your older friend called, walking over to you. jihoon rolled his eyes.

“none of your business. i’m not talking to you, you filthy–“ minghao stopped in his tracks, looking at you.

“don’t call him like that” you mumbled, sending him a grumpy look “and you, cheol, can you give us a moment?”

“no, it’s fine. i won’t say a thing to minnie, if that’s what you want” minghao grunted, sending seungcheol an angry look. then, shifting his gaze towards you his features softened ever so slightly “and i wasn’t mad at you. i was mad at minnie. but anyways… see you soon”

he walked away, disappearing in the crowd of students.

“what the fuck was that?” seungcheol growled. he wasn’t too happy to find out that you’re working with minghao and now that you seem to be… talking to him? he has a bad feeling. well, not only him.

“it was a normal conversation” you sighed and saw vernon, mingyu, seungkwan and dokyeom coming your way.

“oh my god! did you see that?!” seungkwan yelled out, catching the older’s attention.

“what? don’t even tell me it was something bad, i wanna beat him up already” soonyoung crossed his arms. suddenly chan joined you, making the group complete.

“he–“ mingyu started and you just walked up to the ravenclaws, joshua linking his arm with you.

“they’re overreacting, aren’t they?” wonwoo giggled upon seeing your annoyed look.

“they so are! he’s not bad! they just… didn’t get to know him. i don’t get the slytherin hate” you grunted “not all of them are bad, right?”

“right. it’s just that… you have to be careful. they’re overreacting, i agree, but we don’t want you to get sad” jihoon hummed

“why would i get sad?” you furrowed your brows. the three of them exchanged suspicious looks. joshua shrugged with a playful smile.

“in case cheol beats him up or something” wonwoo sighed dramatically. upon hearing his name, seungcheol skipped over to you.

“pfff… he’s so not going to beat him up. minghao knows material arts! isn’t that so cool?” your eyes lit up and you let out a squeak when seungcheol playfully punched your arm

“i would defeat him in two seconds!” he grinned goofily, causing you all to burst out laughing.

three months passed and you’d consider minghao your friend. at this point, you see each other every day. not only you have potions together but also transfiguration, defence against the dark arts and much more. you were always so focused on sticking to your friends that you never really realised he’s there. one day minghao even sat with you during history of magic since mingyu and vernon sat together – of course later on soonyoung gave you a lecture about running away if it happens again in the future. you didn’t. – and it stayed like that. even during other classes.

that’s how you ended up getting your first detention. you were trying to keep quiet but he was just telling you a story when jun fell asleep with his eyes open in the school corridor and scared the living shit out of filch.

“mrs l/n, mr xu! you can always go on a date after classes. mind telling us what’s so funny? or maybe you’re just so ahead with the book that you don’t have to listen during my lessons?” flitwick asked, causing you to freeze. you looked at the man, nodding politely as your cheeks turned red. minghao, however, wasn’t impressed.

“well, actually–“ he started, causing you to kick his ankle under the desk “ow!”

“actually what, mr xu?” flitwick rose his eyebrows. you felt the whole class gaze on you two, causing you to redden even more. you hate being in the centre of attention and minghao was certainly having the fun of his life.

“actually i’d love to present the spell we were just talking about. y/n explained it to me lately” minghao shrugged and your eyes widened.

“what are you–“ you started, unable to finish because–

“aqua eructo!” minghao waved his wand happily and you let out a yelp upon water landing all over your head “oh shit–!”

his smile faded away upon seeing you drenched in water… and the rest of the class being soaked.

so that’s how you ended up cleaning it without wands (“because it would be too easy, right?”)

“what were you thinking?” you laughed, wiping the floor while being on your knees.

“i just felt like showing off…” he giggled, looking over at you

“but?” you smiled, wiping the sweat off your forehead with your forearm.

“but… someone made me nervous” he smirked. you rose your eyebrows, looking at him.

“who? flitwick?” your question caused him to scoff, a toothy grin springing on his face.

“yeah, flitwick”

once you were finished it was past 10pm so if you were caught, you definitely would be in trouble.

“i’ll walk you to the dorms” minghao offered.

“but…” you started, not wanting him to lose his sleep time, that he already wasted on the cleaning.. he linked his arms with you with a shy smile.

“no buts. because of me you were stuck and had to help me with the mess. it’s the least i can do. and also… thank you” he explained and you looked at him, melting completely.

“no problem” you grinned and turned around, causing him to almost fall over “but you’re going the wrong way”

you were chatting quietly, almost arriving at your dorms, when suddenly minghao pulled you closer to hide behind a column.

“what–?!” you gasped, taken aback by his action. he just put his free hand over your mouth, head leaning back.

observing his handsome profile made you realise how close you were, his body pressing onto yours. if he turned his head, there would be very little space between your faces–

and he did just that. your heart skipped a bear when minghao looked at you, lips slightly parted. his chest was moving up and down irregularly, trying to keep his breathing as quiet as he could.

he slowly took off his hand from your mouth, sending you an apologetic smile. you looked at his lips quickly – and whether he noticed or not, minghao pulled back.

“filch” he gulped, nodding his head “but it’s safe now”

you nodded as well, realising you were holding onto his hand. you let it go, coughing awkwardly.

“you can go now, it’s close from here” you mumbled, looking up at him. he seemed a bit distracted, which was… weird.

“huh? oh. i’ll go, yeah. wait, do you… are you busy tomorrow?” he asked quietly. you blinked slowly. tomorrow? saturday.

“no. i mean no, i’m not busy” you whispered, trying to remember how to breathe. what was he–

“do you wanna, uh… hang out? in hogsmeade? we can meet after dinner and…” he stopped, clearing his throat. he looked at you nervously, trying to come up with an excuse if you haven’t agreed but–

“i’d love to” you sent him a warm smile. minghao’s eyes lit up, and so did his face.

“see you tomorrow then! and have a good night, y/n!” he grinned and waved happily. you waved back, wishing him a good night as well. you only left after he was gone, the echo of his footsteps turning into peaceful silence.

when you arrived to the dorm, you leaned against the wall. pressing your hand to your chest you realised how ridiculously fast was it beating. is it because of him? it has to be. fuck, did you fell in love or something? no, it’s just the fact that he wanted to hang out with you. alone. on saturday.

mingyu, vernon and cheol were waiting for you, heads turned your way the second they heard someone coming inside the common room. they looked at each other, surprised at your actions.

“i was so stressed! i thought he kidnapped you!” cheol yelled out, causing you to flinch. oh. they’re here. vernon grinned goofily upon your expression “so?! what happened?!”

“it’s just… nothing. nothing happened” you hummed, unable to stop smiling. mingyu let out a sudden gasp “nothing!”

“yeah, sure! why are you smiling like that?!” seungcheol whined.

“i had a fun time, that’s it” you mumbled and shook your head “i’m tired, bye!”

they watched you run to your dorm. vernon winked at mingyu and seungcheol frowned.

“a fun time? with minghao? something’s wrong” he sighed “i don’t like it… and him”

miyeon was looking at you amused as you were panicking, running around the dorm and digging through your clothes

“i shouldn’t be nervous. it’s not a date” you breathed out and grabbed your black and yellow striped sweater.

“it’s a date. also don’t take the sweater, it’s warm” miyeon giggled, standing up from the bed. you put it away, taking a deep sigh.

“you think it’s a date? he just asked if i’m busy today…” you trailed off, looking at her unsurely. thank merlin you had friends like her, with the boys you wouldn’t be able to even have a chat like that. and maybe that’s why you didn’t realise it was a date… or so miyeon said.

“it’s definitely a date. besides…” she trailed off. miyeon fixed your hair that were falling on your face “you look so pretty. now go. and remember, don’t stress”

“i’m not” you sent her a playful look and she just laughed

“if i seungcheol or soonyoung ask about you… uh, i’ll figure something out so don’t worry about that” she giggled mischievously and patted your back “now go, for god’s sake! and please don’t eat too fast during dinner, you’ll choke!”

“okay!” you saluted and stormed out of the girls dorm, causing the three of your hufflepuff friends chilling in the common room to turn their heads.

“minnie was so right, they’ll look so cute together” she whispered once you were gone, rushing to find her friends and tell them about the news.

you tried to follow miyeon’s advice, you really did but upon seeing minghao wearing his casual clothes and waiting for you… you couldn’t help but speedily wolf down your food.

before approaching him you looked around if there are some familiar faces. fortunately, there weren’t. which was suspicious to be honest but at the moment it wasn’t your biggest worrry.

you left the great hall and noticed him leaning against the wall, his features pensive. however, his eyes lit up upon seeing you and you couldn’t help but mirror the wide smile he gave you.

“hi” you hummed, standing in front of him. minghao scanned your face, a mysterious glint in his eyes

“hi y/n. did you sleep well?” he asked, tilting his head. such a simple question and yet, your heart is going crazy. and you didn’t sleep well… you had troubles falling asleep due to excitement rushing through every vein and vessel in your body but obviously you’re not going to tell him that–

“i did, thank you for asking. and you? hopefully you didn’t run into flich on your way back?” you gasped. minghao shook his head and gestured you to start walking.

while you were chatting during the walk to hogsmeade, your hands brushed a couple of times. you tried your best to ignore it but you had a bad feeling that he was well aware of it as well.

“it’s so… oddly empty today, isn’t it?” you blurted out, the path looking nothing like usually on weekends: swarmed with crowds of excited students. and right now… nothing. just you, him and birds chirping in the trees.

“there’s a quidditch match today so i figured i’d be the perfect opportunity to… you know, hang out” he said a bit shyly

“oh yeah. i didn’t even think about this. that’s good, i’m afraid seungcheol would kill me. and you. if he saw us” a heavy sigh left your mouth and he just chuckled.

“i’ve been wondering… how did you even become friends?” minghao asked. his hand once again accidentally brushed yours, sending sparks down your spine.

“well… at first it was only mingyu and vernon. i just sticked to them after the sorting hat announced we’re hufflepuffs. vernon became friends with seungkwan and dokyeom, who were friends with soonyoung since he accidentally got them in trouble at their first day. mingyu befriended wonwoo and seungcheol. and seungcheol is older, so he was already friends with joshua and jihoon. it just… they kind of adopted me” you laughed, a bright smile painted on his lips too “and i don’t mind. i really have problems with socialising so well, yeah, it was awkward at first but i’m really glad i’m friends with them. sometimes they make you extroverted even if you’re the most socially awkward person ever. which i am. and because of that chan is our friend too! i adopted him”

minghao grinned, looking at your proud face. he recalled how many times you were hanging out with the younger gryffindor boy which now made extra sense.

“same with the girls, kind of. my roommate is miyeon! and miyeon is friends with soyeon and yuqi. i mean we’re not that close as i am with the boys but still, i love hanging out with them” you explained, crossing your arms. speaking of which, did miyeon even check the weather? it wasn’t that warm…

“you do know that they’re friends with minnie and shuhua, right?” minghao asked slowly, scanning your face.

“yeah, of course! that’s kind of why… back then i didn’t want you to talk to minnie. it bothered me because i was overthinking, you know… what would she think of me? she’d tell soyeon and then they would stop hanging out with me” you grumbled and minghao let a soft laugh.

“oh, y/n. they wouldn’t do that, i promise. you’re too precious” he hummed and noticed how you’re rubbing your bare arms “are you cold?”

“just a bit, but…” your voice trailed off when minghao stopped in his tracks and took off his grey hoodie. he stood behind you and helped you put it on. after that, he came back in front of you and zipped it gently.

“here you go” he hummed and you swore his ears were tinted red.

“thank you” you mumbled, not really sure what’s the source of your warmth: his hoodie or your glowing red cheeks.

in a matter of time you arrived to three broomsticks, the local not so fully crowded. minghao ordered two butter beers for you and went to find a seat while you excused yourself to the bathroom.

upon seeing your reflection you had to take a few deep breaths. his hoodie was too big on you but you liked it. besides, it actually went along with your outfit. not to mention that it smelled like him. you shook your head, trying to pull yourself together. it’s just a hoodie that he gave you because you were cold. stop being weird–

you left the bathroom and noticed minghao sitting at a table with… jeonghan and jun. he was faced back to you, so naturally he didn’t see you and his friends didn’t seem to notice you either.

you walked up, not wanting to eavesdrop but…

“what are you doing here? two beers? is that a date?!” jun sing-sung and suddenly let out a gasp, realisation settling in “with the hufflepuff girl–?!”

“what? no! shut up!” minghao grunted. jeonghan frowned, tilting his head

“that one girl that’s always attached to those bloody gryffindors? and seungcheol?” he asked and minghao started panicking.

“well yeah but– it’s not a date. it’s nothing serious. we just came here to discuss the potion, that’s it. once we’re done with it i’m done with her too” minghao explained, his breath shaking “she pisses me off, really…”

your heart dropped, hands starting to shake. so cheol was right from the begging…

“what do you mean?! you’re basically glued to each other and like, it’s nothing bad” jun frowned. your vision started getting blurry because of the tears forming in your eyes. you should go before they notice you.

“jun, end of topic. i don’t even like her that much, get it?” minghao snapped and you let out a deep breath “she’s so annoying! it’s like a torture being around her–“

“uh, minghao…” jeonghan sighed, his gaze shifting. he turned around and saw you leaving.

minghao’s heart dropped. fuck, fuck, fuck. it wasn’t supposed to be like that! why did he even…

he stood up, running after you. jun looked at his older friend and grabbed the two butter beers that minghao left behind.

“he doesn’t like her, huh? does he think we’re blind or what?” jun scoffed and they laughed, taking a sip of the beverage.

“well he may like here but she sure won’t like him now” jeonghan rolled his eyes at the younger’s stupidity.

you were wiping your cheeks, heart thumping against your rib cage. your mind was racing with thoughts but the most repetitive one was that your friends were right.

“y/n!”

he was coming after you. why bother now? you didn’t stop, harsh sobs leaving your mouth.

suddenly you bumped into something or rather, someone.

“hey! hey, y/n? oh baby!” soyeon’s voice was filled with worry and you just hugged onto her “what happened?”

you just shook your head. soyeon hugged you tightly and noticed minghao coming your way.

“i see. this asshole” she grunted and turned around, leading you towards the castle.

minghao stopped upon seeing that. right. it was probably for the best to give you some time now…? or at least talk to you alone.

well, luck wasn’t by his side.

“–the hit? i swear, you’re like a tiger when you enter the field!” chan grinned and soonyoung laughed loudly.

“isn’t that y/n?” wonwoo asked suddenly, pointing at you

they all turned around, eyes widening upon noticing your shaking body. soyeon and yuqi were walking with you, the gryffindor girl wiping your tears.

chan wanted to walk up to you but yuqi noticed him and gave him a warning look.

“not now” jihoon mumbled, pulling him back.

“what happened?” dokyeom whispered. they all watched how the girls walked you back to the dorms.

“as if i know” seungkwan rolled his eyes. joshua gasped suddenly and rushed the other way.

“what’s up with him?” seungcheol shook his head. you’ll definitely have to talk to them later.

miyeon patted your hair as you bawled your eyes out, tightly hugging your pillow.

“why do i care so much?” you breathed out, looking at her confused.

“oh, y/nnie…” she sighed, concern on her face. then it hit you.

because you like him. way more than a friend.

minghao haven’t seen you the whole weekend. he only got a lecture from minnie and shuhua about hurting your feelings, not being able to treat girls properly and all of that. as if he didn’t know he messed up. they told him you were crying the whole time and even if he didn’t believe them, the sight of you on a monday morning a proof. and it was heart breaking. especially that he knew he was the source of it.

during your lessons you sat with vernon. your friends probably didn’t know what happened yet since they seemed confused and seungcheol or soonyoung haven’t spoken to him yet. besides joshua, he kept side eyeing the slytherins every time they passed you by, especially jeonghan.

and for the first time ever minghao was looking forward to potions. you’ll have to talk to him, right? you can sit with someone else during charms but during potions you’re his partner.

however, you were absent.

“where’s miss l/n?” snape asked, clicking his tongue.

“she isn’t feeling very well, she went to madam pomfrey” mingyu explained, his voice lacking the usual enthusiasm. he looked over at minghao, and if only looks could kill...

“i see. next week i’m going to grade your potions so someone tell her that she’ll better be here” he said and have minghao a questioning look.

“what if he poisoned her? you know, so he can gain all the credits?!” seungkwan gasped a little too loudly, causing to draw attention to him.

“you’re being too dramatic, mr boo. and if mr xu did happen to do that, i’ll make sure he gets the proper punishment” snape hissed and the lesson begun.

minghao felt strange without your presence.

seungcheol grabbed your arm when you were leaving the great hall after supper. the bags under your eyes made his heart clench.

“hey, y/n. are you okay? because clearly…” he started. suddenly jihoon joined you, crossing his arms. you let out a sigh, trying to look away but you met minghao’s gaze. well to be fair, you were standing in the middle of the room.

“i’m fine. just a little sick, that’s all” you grunted “can you let me go? i’m tired”

“we need to talk” seungcheol said, voice stern. soonyoung noticed you all and stood up from your seat to join you.

“i’m tired” you repeated coldly. seungcheol turned around and saw minghao looking your way

“then i’ll just talk to him” he grunted and let you go. jihoon grabbed his arm, preventing him from going further and pointed at you.

tears gathered at your water line as you let out a deep sigh.

“y/n, chan asked you to meet with him at the gryffindor quidditch team locker room” joshua’s voice appeared from nowhere, drawing everyone’s attention. soonyoung, who joined you, frowned.

“mkay” you mumbled quietly and wiped your tears with shaky hands “i’ll talk to you later, i promise”

when you walked away, soonyoung punched seungcheol

“what did you do! you made her cry!” he grunted.

“no i didn’t!” the older yelled. while the gryffindors argued, jihoon came back to his seat. because of that none of them noticed jeonghan and minghao passing them by and the older one winking at joshua.

you sat down at the bench, waiting for chan. looking down on the floor, you were busy with swinging your feet. suddenly you heard the door open and you let out a sigh.

“finally you’re here” a hum left your mouth, the sound of door closing disturbing the quietness of the room “i’m not in the best mood to talk so sorry if…”

you looked up and words died in your throat upon seeing minghao. he was just as confused as you.

the room felt silent again (for different reasons though), tension thickening.

“y/n i need to-“ he started but you stood up, passing him by and pushing the door. well, wanting to. they didn’t bulge a bit.

“y/nnie i locked the door! have fun~!” joshua’s happy voice from the other side made you gasp

“you traitor!” you grunted, looking around slowly at minghao.

“wait, jeonghan?” he called out, frowning.

“yeah. just talk it through already, i don’t want to wait here for the whole day” jeonghan said

“why would you…?” you murmured and started looking for your wand. oh.

“let’s go further away though, let them have some privacy” joshua’s voice sounded worried and there were steps echoing on the other side.

“i wanna listen though–!” jeonghan whined.

after a moment there was silence again. minghao was looking at you, his eyes filled with guilt.

“y/n, listen to me please” he spoke softly, playing with his fingers.

“why would i? aren’t i a torture to be around with? why you even bother?” you grunted and returned to the bench, looking away from him.

it hurt. you avoided him because whenever you looked at him, your heart shattered into pieces again and again.

“i’m sorry”

you gulped, trying to look unbothered.

the sound of his steps approaching and him sitting on the bench didn’t help your case.

“i’m so fucking sorry. it’s… i shouldn’t have said that. never. i know it was horrible and i’m in no place to make excuses but listen to me, please” he said, his voice filled with genuine pain. you turned around, yet you didn’t face him. gaze stuck on the floor, as if the dust there was the most interesting thing ever, you started drumming your fingers anxiously against the bench’s surface.

“i was scared. i was scared that my friends will judge me; i was scared that they’ll tell my parents; i was scared of others, what will they think: a slytherin with a hufflepuff? i was scared… because i panicked. i panicked… because i like you. but i was afraid that if somehow someone would find out, you’d be in danger and–“ minghao sucked a breath and you noticed how close his hand was next to you, your pinkies brushing against each other “i didn’t mean any of those words that i said. well…”

minghao scanned your face. he was frightened. you were sitting silently, not answering him. will you ever forgive him.

“well?” you choked out, chest heavy.

“being around you is like a torture because i’m madly in love with you. it hurts me physically to look at you crying, to look at your pretty face and knowing i can’t kiss it. to see how wildly you’re grinning at those stupid loud ass gryffindors’ jokes–“ he halted, eyes widening. fuck, he overshared. he overshared and you’ll hate him even more than you did–

you grabbed his hand, giving it a small squeeze. minghao’s face heated up upon the gesture, his heart skipping a beat. what does this mean? are you comforting him or…?

you’re crying.

“y/n, no no no no… don’t cry, please” he panicked, leaving to kneel in front of you. with your free hand you covered your face, the rest of your body shaking.

“you’re making me cry so much, i hate you” you let out a breathy laugh, wiping your eyes even though the tears wouldn’t stop.

“what?” he whispered, his thumb reassuringly stroking your hand.

“you like me?” you chuckled, finally looking at him. his brown irises were focused on you, features softening.

“did you just full on ignore the apology part?” he scoffed, brining a smile on both of your faces

“i… i’m not going to lie, i was hurt. i felt like i was betrayed: a someone who i treated as a friend said he hated me… but… you were scared? oh, hao… i’d be an idiot to forgive you but well, aren’t i already?” you whispered. minghao tried to ignore the swarm of butterflies that appeared in his stomach due to the nickname, his head plopping down and resting against your knee.

“i’m so sorry. i’ll never forgive myself for hurting you like that. i know i broke your trust and heart probably. but please… please give me another chance” he breathed out.

you tapped his arm lightly. the slytherin boy rose his head up, eyes shining with anticipation.

“see, there’s one thing you need to know: i like you. and that horrible event made me realise that. so i’d say give me a kiss and i’ll give you a chance–“ you broke into laughter when he eagerly stood up. when he leaned closer, you put your hand on his lips, giggling even more upon his confused expression “–but for merlin’s sake i do not want our first kiss to take place in this stinky locker room”

eyes widening, minghao leaned away. with a soft oh he scrunched up his nose.

“okay, i think i know where we can go. but… jeonghan and joshua…?” he rose his eyebrows.

“easy there, lover boy” you stood up, letting go of his hand. minghao’s heart was racing, the realisation hitting him: you like him. you forgave him. and you’re willing to kiss him? if not the fact that your felix felicis wasn’t finished, he would have thought that someone poured it into his tea.

“hey bro, not to interrupt your meditation or whatever but y/n is gone” jeonghan’s voice made him snap back to reality, dropping the smile that subconsciously formed on his lips

“where’d she go?” minghao asked, looking at his older friend. jeonghan was smiling suspiciously, a mischievous smirk on his face.

minghao rushed after you, apparently walking back to your dorm.

“y/n!” he called upon seeing you in the hallway. he run up to you, ignoring the weird looks from strangers and gasps from your girl friends (including minnie’s “i told you!” and yuqi’s “wait, they made up?”)

you turned around, a goofy smile on your face.

“yeah?” your voice was filled with playfulness, alas your eyes were glinting with excitement.

“can i please kiss you? i feel like i might explode if i don’t” minghao breathed out, chest rising up and down irregularly.

“you’re not afraid of what will others think?” you teased, tilting your head slightly.

“i’ll be honest, the moment you called me a lover boy i feel like i was reborn” he grunted, his usual grumpy expression forming on his face once realising how cheesy he sounds “can i–?”

“yeah” you laughed and in no time his big, soft palms were cupping your cheeks tenderly. the air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as his pillowy lips landed against yours.

normally, your mind would be racing with what ifs: what if the others think you’re weird? what if your friends see you? what if the teachers catch you? but now… minghao soothed away your anxiety and nervousness, his embrace and the feeling of him and only him making you forget about the world.

loud cheers and applause (coming from your girl friends) in the hallway made you smile into the kiss, and he reacted the same way. without pulling away yet you put your hands on his neck, trying to bring him even closer.

minghao pulled away but didn’t lean back too far. you could see the sparks in his eyes, soft smile on his lips. and you couldn’t stare at him like that for the whole day of not the yells in the background becoming louder and louder.

“can we run away somewhere? i can hear seungcheol approaching and i do not want to be beaten up by him… and also we could have one or two more kisses…?” he mumbled looking through his shoulder to see, in fact, your older friend. soyeon, shuhua and jihoon were trying to stop him while yuqi, minnie were arguing about something with soonyoung and seungkwan (“leave them alone it’s not like he’s hurting her?!” “but the sight is hurting my eyes-!”). miyeon and wonwoo were shaking their heads, chan and vernon signalled you to run.

so you did, giggling. minghao’s hand was squeezing yours, fingers intertwined.

you stormed into the classroom, textbooks almost falling out of your arms. you quickly scanned the room to see if snape was there… and of course he was there.

“um, good morning! i’m sorry for being late” you blurted out, walking over to your desk.

“what was it this time, miss l/n?” snape grunted, his eyes piercing your soul.

“sorry for being late– ” minghao bursted into the classroom, his tie loosened and collar all over the place, revealing his neck tinted in…

“ew” mingyu grunted. as the slytherin boy walked over to you, you fixed his collar with pink cheeks. you told him to do it but obviously he’s just an attention seeker… and he has a thing for showing off you’re a couple now.

snape was speechless. he turned around, sighing.

“prepare your potions. i’ll be checking them in a minute” he announced and you looked over at minghao, his eyes sparkling with boyish playfulness.

“idiot” you scoffed and nudged his arm.

you never used felix felicis, you just didn’t see any sense of even using a potion like that. despite that, you did feel lucky that you meet minghao while working on it. maybe it was just a side effect of felix felicis? or maybe just destiny?

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[neontokyoo]

Hello I saw your post about fic request and I'm here to humbly ask you if you'd write anything with Halsin and a pregnant partner (Tav) after the epilogue party.

@amorgansgal and me both wrote a little something about how he would be at the party and that kinda brought my thoughts back to that whole thing.

I'm thinking some domestic fluff, or maybe how the companions would react, would they visit/ come over to care for the soon-to-be-growing-family, who's gonna be the cool uncle and/ or wine aunt and the likes of that.

Of course I'd also take anything with smut, I'm enthusiastically on board with anything Halsin related :D

Anyway, if you get around to writing a lil something, I'd be very happy! <3

of course! I love my bear-man! This is quite possibly one of my cutest requests I have ever gotten. Hopefully my heart is still functioning in one piece by the time I finish this 😂

Pairing: Halsin x Fem!Tav Genre: fluff Summary: After finally defeating the Netherbrain Tav finds herself expecting Halsin’s baby. Which, unfortunately, the rest of the party was able to find out about fairly quickly. Warnings: possible mentions of (bear) sex and bg3 spoilers.

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Everyone at the party after the final battle knew that there was something different about Tav. They couldn’t quite wrap their heads around it, but they could tell something was going on.

Perhaps it was the extra weight she gained, or the way she waddles when she walks. But they definitely knew something was up. Especially when Halsin was beaming every time he saw Tav, or occasionally wrapping his arms around her waist with his hands resting on her stomach. It wasn’t until then that they realized what it was.

Tav was pregnant.

“Hmm, do you think that the child would come out as a bear or a person?” Astarion snickered. “That sounds like quite the interesting—and painful—delivery for Tav.”

“That’s enough of that.” Gale grumbled, elbowing the vampire’s shoulder. “I highly doubt their offspring will be a bear. Halsin isn’t even completely a bear.”

“No, but he’s a man-bear,” the vampire replied matter-of-factly. “Who knows, maybe they got down and dirty in bear form,” he shrugged, “it’s always a possibility.”

“That’s not a weird way to think about your friends at all,” Shadowheart muttered. “But I’m pretty sure their baby is not going to be a bear. They might not even be a Druid like Halsin is, so the chances of them being a bear are pretty slim.”

“I love how we’re arguing about whether the child is a bear or a person,” Karlach chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Usually it’s an argument about whether it’s a boy or a girl.”

The group continued their banter, only to go completely silent when the couple in question came in to view.

The couple held hands as they talked to each other in the distance, close enough for the group to stop talking so they’re not overheard, but far enough for the group to not hear their conversation.

Tav looked at her boyfriend, laughing to herself as she glanced over at the rest of her companions. “Do you think they know?”

Halsin couldn’t help but smirk as he laughed along with her. “They definitely know about it if they’re arguing over if it’s going to be a bear or not.”

“Then there’s no point in telling them?”

The elf shook his head as he looked at the group with an amused expression, visible fear on their faces as they realized Halsin knew what they were talking about. “No, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

A sudden light blush spread across Tav’s cheeks as the realization hit her. “But how in the nine hells do they know that I fucked you as a bear?!”

Halsin shrugged.

“You guys are just so fucking loud, we could hear the roars from camp!” Astarion shouted, overhearing parts of the conversation as they got closer.

The couple burst out laughing.

“Well, looks like we’ll need to go even deeper into the woods next time.” Halsin chuckled.

“If we go any deeper we might run out of woods!” Tav exclaimed.

Halsin smiled, turning to meet Tav’s gaze as he pulled a strand of hair out of her face and pulled her in for a quick kiss.

“At least we know that it’s not a bear baby.”

Extra headcanons:

The pregnancy was planned and Tav and Halsin have been thinking about it for a long time before they decided it was something they really wanted to do.

Astarion and Gale are constantly fighting over the baby after it’s born.

Karlach, Astarion, and (possibly) Minthara are the rich wine aunts who like to gossip with the kid about all the drama going on in their life as they get older.

Gale, Wyll, Lae’zel, and Shadowheart are the cool uncles who spoil the child and teach them how to defend themselves.

Halsin has a soft spot for girls. I personally just see him being the biggest girl dad.

when the baby was born, Tav and Halsin had to distance themselves from the rest of the party because they were never able to see their child when they had all their companions together.

Gale teaches the child magic.

Lae’zel, Wyll, and Karlach teach the child how to fight.

Astarion teaches them how to sneak around, steal without getting caught, and break into locked doors.

Shadowheart teaches them how to help protect themselves and the people around them

Tav and Halsin try to teach their kid that half of what they’re being taught is not okay. They don’t want their children sneaking around and picking fights 😂

[coralinnii]

congratulations on the 2.7k followers 🎉🎉 you really deserve it^^ you're writing is just so good and amazing i'm so happy more people recognise your talent <3 (also i really like the fact that you opened your requests for 27h it's really a fun way to remember that you got 2.7k followers hhhh)

So i'd like to request, if it's alright with you, yuu staying at crewel's or train's place during the holidays and the messages they exchange with (riddle, ruggie, vil, epel) , just yuu having a long distance relationship with the boys if it makes sense!! you can make it platonic or romantic, I don't mind either as long as you have fun writing it ^-^

thank you in advance and again congratulations, i'm really happy for you! have a nice day <3

❋ It Doesn’t Matter Where I Am, I’m Yours ❋

↳ long-distance relationship with him over the holidays

feat: Riddle ⭑ Ruggie ⭑ Vil ⭑ Epel

genre: fluffy romance

note: no pronouns used with the reader, established relationships, reader is implied to be Yuu since Grim comes with them, reader is staying with Crewel in Riddle and Ruggie’s ver. and with Trein in Vil and Epel’s ver., nicknames are used as terms of endearment (rose and my love in Riddle’s ver., sweet lil thing in Ruggie’s ver., sweet potato in Vil’s ver.,)

How did I choose who reader stays with? With a coin flip and it somehow worked out this way :p Hope you enjoy it!

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Riddle’s mother insisted he returned home and Professor Crewel offered demanded that you stay with him over the holidays after finding out that the cafeteria ghosts would be gone throughout the break.

If you two were still new into the relationship, Riddle was anxious over this separation, he's gotten used to the routine of seeing you every day and he can't imagine a day without you, let alone a month. The sweet redhead insisted you keep in contact with him every day, no matter what.

He knew that his mother would set him a schedule filled to the minute with studies and magic practice but he managed to convince her to give him 30 minutes with his phone, in the guise of keeping updated with his dormmates as the Housewarden. He may even try to wake up a little earlier just to text you good morning

teenage rebellion?

But Riddle is not the most familiar with texting slang and lingo, being the type to write out every message with proper grammar, spelling, and explanation points.

At first, he sounded like, albeit sweet, a daily weather update. Riddle once read in a book that a good conversation starter is “Nice weather we have” and just went with it.

As the days went by, Riddle has gotten more comfortable and soon the 30 minutes doesn’t seem enough for him. He wants to tell you more about his hometown (even if he couldn’t leave his home), mention how Trey and Chenya would occasionally sneak a visit, even little tidbits of something he learned from his studies you might find interesting, anything to spend time with you.

If you send him random videos you found online, Riddle would be so confused and won’t understand the humour of it but will text you it was funny just to make you happy (this precious confused child).

Whenever Riddle unintentionally texts you something sweet, Crewel gives you an exasperated look your way as your joyous gushing would startle the puppies.

But Crewel sighs with a little smile on his lips and let you be, better Riddle than those trouble-making Heartslabyul duo. At least with Grim, his trained dogs can keep him in check while the two of you are here.

Riddle is incredibly happy to be able to speak with you everyday but secretly he’s mentally counting the days when he could see you again at school.

His messages

“Good morning, Rose. Today is forecasted to be windy where you are. Be sure to stay warm”

“The cat is adorable. However, I do not understand what is a “blep”.”

“Grim was reprimanded by Crewel and his dogs for trying to steal extra snacks? Perhaps Heartslabyul should adopt a few as well”

“It’s already 2 minutes before I must get ready for sleep? It’s unfortunate but I must go for today. Good night, my love. I will greet you first thing in the morning”

Ruggie was surprised that you were going to stay with Professor Crewel this holiday break but he was going to be busy with seasonal part-time jobs anyway so he wasn’t planning on visiting you (Crewel would’ve sent his dogs on him if he did, anyway).

Due to his irregular work schedules, you couldn’t predict when Ruggie would text you. Different part-time jobs would give him different break times so you and Grim could be helping Crewel to feed his puppies and suddenly you had to hide the cute text your boyfriend sent you from a suspicious Crewel.

“Pup, who was that?”

“Just Ruggie…don’t look, it’s embarrassing!”

Ruggie may even write over-the-top lovey-dovey messages to you, partly to annoy Crewel, but mostly because he does mean them

But sometimes Ruggie would get too tuckered out to text you and would apologize for not replying as soon as he could the next day.

It’s understandable, though. Which is why you tried to text more to lift his spirits, so that everytime he opens up his messages, he reads your little motivational messages.

“Don’t forget to eat lots, my hardworking hyena! I’m so proud of you <3”

Ruggie’s coworkers won’t get a single explanation to Ruggie’s sudden burst of energy in the second half of the day, nor his wagging tail. But they can guess that is something to do with you, judging by the goofy smile the hyena beastman has on throughout his shift.

His grandmother is very aware of your presence in Ruggie’s life, not that he’s very subtle. She sees the way Ruggie gets a toothy grin so early in the morning just by looking at his phone, or the way his ears perk up when his phone vibrates.

His messages

“Mornin’, sweet lil thing. How’s life with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Grumpy? Shyehehe, wouldn’t be surprised if he gave ya some homework while ya there”

“Grandma made some of her famous donuts. When we come back, I’ll make some for ya so look forward it”

“The kids are badgering me to show ‘em the pic of ya. Even Grandma is curious! She wanna know who’s been making me so happy so…do ya mind?”

“It’s weird. Even with my work and the kids, I still feel kinda bored. I wanna see ya soon. I can’t believe that I might want school to actually open sooner”

Holidays would be a busy time for Vil. Even if he specified that he’s prioritizing his studies, he would occasionally agree to a gig or two, just to ensure he stays relevant in the business.

Funnily enough, Professor Trein offered to house you during the holidays since his wife heard that you were spending the holidays all alone in your depreciated dorm (what’s the difference with any other day, though?) and wouldn’t let that be. Both Trein and Vil live in the Shaftlands but it was still miles away from each other and with Vil’s busy life, you couldn’t really see each other over the break.

Cautious of his situation, Vil is careful with when and where he is when he’s messaging. It’s not that his agency would ever let anybody with ill intentions come close to him, but he doesn’t want to drag into this world where social vultures could harm you.

Vil’s texts are professional but always sweet and filled with concern for you. Asking you how was your day, if you have eaten yet, and if you remembered to take care of yourself (then reprimand you if you did forget).

In the comfort of his home, Vil would video call you as he does his skincare routine, content with listening to you as you tell him about your day and talking about the most random things, because you look so beautiful to him when you do.

If you gush about how amazing the Shaftlands was as Trein and his wife showed you and Grim around, Vil would entertain the thought of showing you around his hometown with you. Just the two of you.

One day, Vil’s father was passing by as the two of you were on your video calls which is when Vil finally introduces you to his father. The older man is pleased to finally meet the one who’s making his son so happy and even excited to return to school. Vil chose not to comment on this.

His messages

“It may not be as cold there as it is here, but be sure to put on your moisturizer. Just because I’m not there to take care of you doesn’t mean you have a day off, sweet potato”

“Oh, you saw my interview this afternoon? Well of course, I was nothing short of pure elegance. But thank you, my dear. I truly appreciate your kind words. Hmm? Of course, I will tell you my next appearance”

“Sweet potato, your eyes seem tired today. Are you alright? You stayed up watching movies? Good grief, I told you how bad that was…you were watching my early works? …That is no excuse, we can watch them together when we return to college”

“Professor Trein told you and Grim that you could visit my town sometime next week? Hmm, I will discuss with my agent and I will show you around myself. Hmm? No, it’s no trouble. What inconsiderate man would think a date with his beloved would be trouble. I will see you soon”

Epel was surprised that you were actually going to be closer than he realized when you told him that you were staying with Professor Trein and his family over the break.

However, Trein’s town still isn’t exactly close and Epel was going to help out his family on the farm throughout the break anyway so the two of you couldn’t meet up as much as you really wanted to.

Texting while he was working outside wasn’t easy with the gloves Epel had to deal with so he opted with taking pictures, voice messages, and video calls whenever he could. He sends you pictures of some of the newly harvested apples and raves over the great harvest this year, which you found absolutely adorable (but you kept that to yourself).

He tried his very best to be sneaky about his calls to you though, because the townspeople would tease him and gush about young love whenever they catch him sending messages on the job.

“Look at my lil’ apple. All grown up an’ smitten”

“Grandma!”

It wasn’t any less embarrassing on your end as Trein’s daughters were also staying during the holidays and quickly caught you on your phone leaving cute messages for Epel. They’ve taken up the older sister role and lovingly grill you over your relationship.

“Does he give you flowers or chocolates? No? Hmph, how disappointing”

“He may be a hard worker, but if he isn’t a gentleman, he’s not husband material!”

The sisters were only a little bit impressed when after you jokingly told Epel about that embarrassing conversation, there was a crate of genuine Harveston apple juice. Atop of the crate, there was a note formally wishing the Trein family well and thanking them for taking care of you.

Epel may have wanted to prove to you he can be a man, but now he also wants to prove he’s a gentleman…and also husband material.

His messages

“Is it cold where ya are? Be sure to get real cozy and warm. Huh, Grim’s been complaining? Haha, Shaftlands chills ain’t no joke”

“The town’s real happy about the harvest this season. Gonna be another year of delicious foods this time around. I really wanna share with ya when we get back to school”

“Do you like the apple juice I sent ya? It’s made with the apples I picked myself, you know. Gotta only be the best for ya afterall”

“Grandma has been naggin’ to bring ya over to visit. To be honest…I want that too. I miss ya a lot”

[morgana-larkin]

hey another prompt; r is a teacher in Abbott for years now and has a specific styling of clothes. More of baggy loose clothes. As if her wardrobe are full off oversized pants and button up shirts and either a loafers or converse high lugged. And for some days, she dresses horribly, like more horribly than Janine and one time even managed to put on different shoes 🤦🏻‍♀️. Ava pokes fun of it and Barb and Janine even tried to help r out with dressing up, offering a shopping get together and sort but she declines says she's happy with what she wears and it's comfy. Mel joins teasing r once in a while tho and r just gonna roll her eyes playfully 'cause she's friends with her and knows that Mel was just a lil jealous that r can wear such comfy clothes tho it looks horrible. Then one day there will be like a school visit from.the district and Ava recquired all of the staff to wear formal or casual attire,ofc she makes fun of r again asking what horrible choices of clothes again is she gonna wear. Barb and Janine offered help and again she declines. Then the next day they're all in the staff room talking about it and when Mel is about to say something, r strode inside wearing nice clothes, even nicer than Ava and shocked to see she's wearing skirt and slaying the high heels without stuttering or wobbling. Mel, who's have her mouth agape and having a hard time taking her eyes off the teacher now became the new center of teasing as the teacher walks up to her and closed her mouth saying she might catch fly with a smirk on her face before leaving the break room to start her class.

Hello! This was cute and funny and I enjoyed writing this fic! I hope it turned out how you wanted. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m getting through your prompts. I got 8 left and one extra. I also started the next chapter of worth it and got a Marilyn one shot idea. I also got an idea for a Melissa one shot. So lots in store in the future! Btw I’ve noticed that there’s not as many people who reads the Chessy ones, even though it’s the same actress🤔

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Warnings: jealous Mel 😏, smut, fluff

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You walk into the break room with sweats and an oversized shirt on.

“Woah girl, I think you need a wardrobe change. You do realise it’s spring right?” Ava says as soon as you walk in and she sees your outfit.

You sit down at Melissa and Barb’s table and Melissa looks at you and smiles. “I have to agree with Ava, and I thought Janine’s outfits were bad, but yours are a whole other level.” She tells you and you roll your eyes.

“Heeyyy.” Janine complains when she heard what Melissa said and Melissa just smirks.

“Sweetheart, I was thinking that you, me and Janine can go to the thrift store and get some new clothes tomorrow morning.” Barb offers.

“Thanks, but I’m good. I like my clothes, might not be the most stylish but they’re comfortable.” You tell her.

“Girl, your clothes ain’t stylish at all. Like you got two patterns on, they don’t even match.” Ava says.

“Don’t you have some influencing to do? You know, anything besides your actual job?” You tell her and she leaves.

“Why do you have two different patterns on your outfit?” Melissa asks.

“First 2 things I grabbed.” You tell her with a shrug and she shakes her head at you. “You’re just jealous because I don’t care about what I look like and wear comfy clothes.” You tell her and she snorts.

“Hon, there’s comfy and there’s comfy disaster. Which category do you think you fall under?” She asks you and you huff.

“I still think you’re jealous.”

“Keep thinking that hon. Doesn’t make it any more true.” She says back to you. “By the way you realise you have 2 different shoes on right?” She asks you and you look at your feet.

“I do…now.” You tell her and she shakes her head and smiles.

On Monday you walk in with a similar outfit on and Melissa rolls her eyes at you when you sit down. Ava walks in not too long after.

“Listen up, dorks! Tomorrow the school district is coming over for a tour and I need everyone to look good. And I’m mostly talking to you, walking disaster.” She says and looks at you, you just roll your eyes. “Tomorrow can you at least wear something that matches.” She tells you.

“I’ll think about it.” You tell her and she leaves.

“Sweetheart, tonight Janine and I can go to a thrift store with you for an outfit for tomorrow.” Barb tells you and Janine nods her head.

“I’m good, I think I know what outfit to wear tomorrow.” You tell them and Barb looks at you sceptically.

“Are you sure?” She asks and you nod your head.

“Yep.”

“Can't wait to see your best mismatched outfit tomorrow.” Melissa teases you and you smile.

Tomorrow morning, everyone is in the break room. Melissa, Barb and Janine are discussing their outfits and then it lands on your outfit.

“What do you think she’s gonna wear today?” Janine asks as she’s getting coffee ready.

Barb shrugs, and when Melissa goes to speak, you waltz in and her eyes go wide and she freezes.

You walk in with heeled boots, black tights, a nice black skirt that ends mid thigh with a nice belt, and a blue blouse that you tucked into the skirt. Melissa’s eyes roam your entire body and you smile.

“Daammn girl. Where has all of this been for 2 years?” Ava says.

“Not needed.” You tell her and you see Melissa’s reaction. You walk over to go put your lunch box in the fridge and you stop at her. You put a hand out to her and place it under her chin, she looks up at you and grin. You then push her mouth closed. “You don’t want to catch flies.” You tease her and everyone hides a snicker. You put your lunchbox in the fridge and then you walk out to your classroom.

“What was that?” Janine asks as everyone stares at where you just were.

“Don’t know, but I approve.” Ava says.

“Even though she looked better than you?” Jacob says and Ava glares.

“Hey.” She tells him sternly. “She looks good today but not better than me, thank you very much.” Ava says, she flips her hair and then walks out.

Melissa is still stunned, she knew you were beautiful underneath all those baggy clothes, and you had a pretty face, but that shocked her. You were stunning and she doesn’t know how to react.

“Melissa?” Barb says and snaps her fingers at her and Melissa jumps and looks at her.

“What?!?” She asks and everyone snickers.

“You ok? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.” Barb says.

“Or she got a crush.” Jacob adds and Melissa whips her head around to him.

“I do not have a crush on her. Just didn’t expect her to look like that today.” She tells him and then turns back around.

Everyone drops it, knowing that Melissa won’t budge, but they don’t forget it.

At lunch, you’re in the break room getting your coffee ready when Melissa walks in. Normally you say hi to her but it seems a teacher is talking to you today. Melissa sees you and the teacher talking and when she gets closer she hears the conversation and realises the teacher is flirting with you. Most of the staff know you’re gay as you’re open about it, and it seems another gay teacher has taken an interest in you today. Melissa doesn’t like it to be honest. She liked it better when you didn’t catch anyone’s eye except hers. She sits down with a sigh and you glance around.

“Oh hi Melissa, didn’t hear you come in.” You tell her with a smile.

“Ya I can see that.” She tells you, a bit snippy and you look at her confused. You bring your attention back on the teacher and she continues whatever she was talking about with you. Melissa is sulking on her phone while glancing at you and the teacher talking, who moved from the coffee machine to the couch. Barb keeps glancing at Melissa, knowing she’s jealous of the teacher flirting with you.

Everyone else seems to be in conversation but that all comes to a halt when they hear the other teacher ask you out and they all spare a glance at Melissa. Melissa freezes and all colour drains from her face. Not wanting to hear your answer, she grabs her things and walks out.

You hear the teacher ask you out and you freeze, you hear the room go silent for some reason and then you see Melissa get up and leave. You look over at everyone else and they all seem to be given a worried look at where Melissa was just standing.

“I’m flattered but no, sorry.” You tell the teacher.

“Are you sure?” She asks again with a smile.

“Ya, I’m interested in someone else.” You tell her and then get up and you walk to Barb. “Is Melissa ok?” You ask her and she shrugs.

“I don’t know dear. Didn’t have time to ask her. Maybe you can go check on her.” She tells you and you nod your head then walk out of the break room.

“This is getting interesting.” Jacob says and everyone agrees.

“Did you see her rocking those heels though, and she didn’t even stumble once today.” Janine says and Jacob looks at her interested in the topic.

“I did ya. She looks good in them too.” He adds.

You walk down the hall to Melissa’s classroom and you knock them open her door. You peak in and catch the tail end of Melissa’s pout before she goes to a neutral face and looks at the door.

“Hey Melissa.” You say to her.

“Hey hon.” She says to you and forces a smile.

“Is it safe to come in?” You ask her and she nods. You open the door more and walk in and then close the door behind you. “Just wanted to check if you were ok. Saw you almost storming out and Barb didn’t know if you were ok either. She suggested I come to make sure you’re alright.” You tell her and she sighs.

Of course Barb told you to come talk to her. She’s been trying to get her to admit her feelings for you for a few months now.

“Ya I’m alright, thanks for asking.” She tells you and you don’t look convinced in the slightest.

“Wanna tell me that while looking at me?” You ask her while she taps a pen on her desk.

“Why should I do that?” She asks and then looks up at you.

“Because it would seem more convincing then the lame ass attempt you already did.” You tell her and she snorts. She makes no attempt at saying it to you though and that worries you a bit. Melissa has never been able to lie to you while looking at you so the fact that she’s not telling you she’s alright while looking at you, it worries you.

You go and grab one of the students chairs and bring it over to sit beside her desk.

“What’s wrong?” You ask her and she looks at you then looks at her pen in her hands.

“Nothing.” She says and you place a finger under her chin and get her to look at you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask her again and she can’t concentrate. All she focuses on is your hand under her chin and she gulps. “I know something is bothering you, so what is it?” You gently push.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” She tells you while looking at you and you nod.

“Are you sure? Cause I’m a great listener.” You tell her with a smile and she smiles back at you.

“Ya I’m sure.” She tells you and you nod.

“Alright well if you change your mind then you know where to find me.” You tell her and you put the chair back and then leave.

As you exit her classroom you bump into a teacher and you apologise to them.

“Y/n? Wow, I almost didn’t recognise you. You look pretty!” The teacher says to you and you smile and thank them. Melissa sees the interaction and presses down on the desk with her pen and the tip of the pen almost breaks.

At the end of the day, you’re all helping your students get ready to leave. You’re zipping up a sweater for one of them and Melissa sees a parent checking you out as your cleavage is showing to them at that angle. You then stand up and tell the student that he’s ready to go. The mom of the student starts a conversation with you and she laughs at whatever you said. Melissa glares the entire time. When all of hers and your students leave, she walks over to you to where the mom is still in conversation with you and Melissa grabs your arm.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt but I need to borrow y/n.” She says and pulls you with her back to her classroom.

“Melissa, what’s going on?” You ask her as she closes the door and walks over to you. “Why did you pull me away from the conversation with the pa-” You don’t get to finish your sentence as her lips on yours interrupt you. She pulls back a couple seconds later and you stare at her with wide eyes.

“That’s what’s going on.” She tells you. “I’m attracted to you. I have been for a few months now. I wasn’t planning on acting on it but then you get all this attention today because of your outfit and I just can’t take it.” She tells you and you are just staring like she was this morning.

“You like me?” You tell her and she sighs.

“Ya hon, I do. That’s why I walked out when that teacher asked you out.” She tells you.

“Melissa, for the record, I turned her offer down.” You say and she looks at you.

“Why?” She asks and you roll your eyes at her.

“Because, it’s hard to show interest in someone when you’re interested in someone else.” You tell her and she looks confused.

“You’re interested in someone else?” She asks and you nod. “W-who?”

“You.” You tell her and her breathe hitches.

“Me?” She asks you and you nod.

“I tried flirting with you a few months ago but you didn’t seem to show any interest back so I stopped.” You tell her. She stares at you for a few seconds then leans forward and captures your lips on hers again. This time she doesn’t pull back and you kiss her back. She pulls your body more to hers and you gasp. Melissa takes the opportunity and slips her tongue in your mouth. You back up as Melissa is starting to push a lot and you end up getting pinned between her and her desk. She lifts you up to sit on her desk and she moves in between your legs. She trails down to your neck and sucks on a sensitive spot and you moan.

She sneaks her hands under you shirt and trails them up until they land on your bra. You aren’t stopping her so she takes that as permission to unclip your bra and again, you don’t stop her. She cups your breasts while still sucking on your neck and you buck your hips. She starts moving her hands in a circular motion and you hum. She then rubs both your nipples and you buck your hips and gasp. “Mel-Melissa, please.” You start to beg and she smirks.

“Begging already? I’ve barely touched you.” She teases and you whine. She takes pity on you and pulls your tights and underwear down and places her hand on your pussy. You moan and she kisses you to keep you quiet. She rubs a finger through your folds and smirks when she feels how wet you already are. “Oh baby, you’re already soaking and I barely touched you. What got you so turned on?” She asks and you can barely think right now. “If you answer then I’ll stick a finger in you.” She whispers next to your ear.

“You.” You stutter out.

“Me? But I barely touched you.” She says and you whine.

“Y-your shirt and y-your k-kisses.” You stutter out and she looks confused and looks down at her shirt. She sees it’s just a normal shirt that she’s worn before and then it clicks.

“Oh, were you staring at my chest today?” She teases you and you nod. “Hmm, good girl.” She tells you with a smirk. She kisses you and then as promised, sticks a finger in your entrance. You gasp into the kiss. She slides her finger in and out and feels your hands wandering on her shirt. She grabs one of your hands and guides it under her shirt and on her bra. Your other hand follows and then she unclips her bra and you slightly pull your hands back. She puts one of your hands on her breast and once again, your other hand follows. You start playing with her breasts and you both moan. She then places one of her legs on the other side of yours and she starts grinding on your thigh while fingering you.

She slides another finger in and you gasp. The one hand that’s not fingering you she places on your back and pushes you to her a bit more. She then suddenly pulls out and pulls away from your lips, you go to complain but then covers your mouth with her hand. You’re in shock but then you hear Barb knocking on her door and calling her name. You both quickly get dressed and then Melissa opens her door while you lean against her desk.

“Hey Barb what’s up?” She asks as casually as she can.

“Nothing just… oh hi y/n.” She says when she sees you and then notices a hickey on your neck that wasn’t there at lunch. She then really looks at Melissa and sees smudged lip gloss and puts 2 and 2 together.

“Hey Barb, I was just talking to Melissa.” You say and Barb smiles.

“Ya I bet. Might want to cover up your hickey and fix your lip gloss.” She says and then walks away. “Good night you two.” She yells and Melissa is blushing.

She turns back to you and walks towards you with a smirk. “Come on, I want to finish you in my car.” She says and grabs your hand and pulls you all the way to her car. She unlocks it and she pushes you into the backseat and climbs on top of you. She closes the door and then immediately takes your top off.

“Melissa what if someone sees.” You ask her and cover yourself with your arms.

“Relax, no other cars in the parking lot except ours.” She tells you and then grabs your hands and gets you to uncover yourself. She then unclips your bra and looks at you. “I knew you had a beautiful body underneath all those baggy clothes.” She says softly and you smile. “Such a shame you hide it, you should be showing it off.” She tells you and you blush.

“When I don’t cover it, then I get attention like I did today.” You tell her and she hums.

“That’s alright if you cover up, that means I don’t have to punch anyone. More for me.” She says and wraps her mouth around a nipple. You moan at her touch and tilt your head back. She goes to the other nipple and you buck your hips. She pulls back and then takes her shirt and bra off.

“Wow.” You say as you look at her. She grabs your chin.

“Speechless are we?” She teases and you nod. You then lean forward and take the nippe in your mouth and she gasps. She holds the sides of the front seats to stabilise herself as you pleasure her breasts with your amazing tongue and mouth. When you pull back she immediately pulls your skirt, tights and underwear down to your ankles. She spreads your legs a bit and looks at you bare before her and smiles. She then goes and rubs your clit and you buck your hips. She rubs it for a few seconds then trails down and sees you're very wet again. She then slides two fingers in immediately and you gasp. You try and spread your legs more but your tights and skirt are preventing you. Melissa sees your struggle and without pulling her fingers out or stopping, she takes your boots off then takes off your clothes. You then immediately spread your legs and Melissa is enjoying the view. She then takes her pants and underwear off then grinds your leg again. Melissa seems to be closer to an orgasm than you are and then she thinks that maybe you only come with clitoral stimulation, so she brings her thumb to your clit. You gasp and in no time you catch up to Melissa and you come a few seconds before she does.

You two stay as you are and catch your breath, she slowly pulls out of you. You look at Melissa and smile at her.

“See something you like hon?” She asks and you smile wider.

“Ya I do actually.” You tell her and you cup her cheek. “You.” You tell her and she smiles back at you.

She hums and leans in closer to you, her breasts pressed up against you and your breathing speeds up. “How about I take you to my place, I cook you dinner and then I don’t keep my hands to myself for the rest of the evening?” She asks and you smile at her.

“I like the sound of that.” And she smiles and winks at you.

You both get dressed and she does exactly what she suggested, although she had trouble keeping her hands to herself the entire time, not just after dinner.

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Baby daddy Katsuki Bakugo x fem reader (she/her pronouns)

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Author’s note ✰~(hey guys! I’m back, and I decided to write a baby daddy head canon for bakugo 🤭🫶🏼 this is inspired by a blog I reposted , I can’t remember they’re @ :( but I did reblogged it on my blog , so check them out! :)~ ✰)

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TRIGGER WARNING,~ ✰ cussing , suggestive content , reader is a mom , and bakugo is a dad , kinda of douchey bakugo? , bakugo being jealous, kinda of yandere-ish?~ ✰POSITIVELY DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED. -✰Enjoy the fall.✰-🐇♦️🖤

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-✰”I just hope this money take the pain away..”✰-

✰-baby daddy! bakugo is so sweet to his little girl , that kid is a spinning image of him, hell the kid even acts like him time from time.

✰-baby daddy! bakugo is such a simp for you , even after years of being split up he still loves you , he doesn’t like when you go on dates , or when you call him to watch y/d/n (your daughter’s name) so you can go out with your friends, he doesn’t like the idea of you at some random club some dick head flirting with you . That and he doesn’t like the idea of some extra trying to be your boyfriend or trying to be a step dad , he’d definitely throw hands with your new boyfriend , he don’t play about you or his daughter.

✰-baby daddy! Bakugo lives in his own apartment, and you and your daughter live in a separate apartment, but honestly bakugo basically lives with you guys, well until your annoyed by his overprotective attitude towards you and make him go back to his apartment for a few days , but lowkey he just gets y’all’s daughter to beg you to let him to stay the night , and of course you can’t say no to her , so when she comes walking in the kitchen saying “can daddy stay the night Please??!! He promised he wouldn’t annoy you!!” And you can’t say no to your little girl .

✰-baby daddy! bakugo is always there for you , if a date goes bad , or your feeling a bit overwhelmed with life or anything, bakugo is there rubbing your back , telling you everything will be okay , and that your strong. He loves you, he would kill and die for you and his daughter, both you and his daughter is his life , the reason he gets up every morning. He might not admit but he really loves you , your his baby mama , his first love , his high school sweetheart. He would burn the world for you and y/d/n

✰-baby daddy! Bakugo doesn’t really know what to say when y/d/n asks him when will he come home , and when will him and you get back together, it hurts him honestly he doesn’t have the answer, they’re sitting in the living playing with dolls and she asked that all he did was look up to you and said , “i don’t know princess, it’s up to mommy.” He then winks at you , your annoyed cause he dumped the question on you , and you don’t want to hurt your daughter so you just reply with a simple “it’ll be soon honey.” Then you walk out the kitchen.

✰-baby daddy! Bakugo who buys y/d/n everything she wants, hell If she wanted the whole earth he would buy it for her , that kid is definitely spoiled she always has the newest toys and clothes and shoes. That and his mom is a fashion designer, so best believe shes definitely making fire ass clothes for her grandchild!

✰-baby daddy! Bakugo who doesn’t say it , but he lowkey wants to have another kid with you , like he thinks your a go-no the best fucking mom ever and he would love another kid with you.

✰-baby daddy! Bakugo who climbs into your bed , after you tuck y/d/n in and start to get ready for bed , so when you come out the bathroom after brushing your teeth , you see this man in your bed “really again katsuki? , this is like the fourth t-“ he cuts you off “tch are you getting in bed or not?” You roll your eyes but you then get in bed next to him , honestly you really don’t hate it , you do miss him cuddling you you.

✰-nsfw kinda of below.-✰

✰-baby daddy! Bakugo who grabs your boobs from behind when your daughter is in a different room or watching a movie or playing with her toys , he is a touchy mf when it comes to you , there was this one time you were doing the dishes and he came behind you , and pushed his body into yours , and you immediately felt something hard brush against your ass , then his hands creeping up your chest and grabbed your boobs , and you were flustered, “k-katsuki y/d/n , is in her room, you shouldn’t be-“ he cuts you off , “she’s five years old she’s watching her favorite cartoon she’ll be fine” he says as he kisses your neck definitely leaving hickeys behind, “now..how about you show me how good your mouth is.”

✰-baby daddy! Bakugo who has you on your knees in your room , sucking him off , all he can think about is how cute you look licking and taking him in your mouth, how your pretty lips wrap around his cock , and when he cums , you think your done , but he then grabs your arm and pinning you on your bed , one arm behind your back , and your ass in the air , he then pulls your pants down , honestly your soaking wet , katsuki has ya know… good dick;) “k-katsuki you better put a condom on” you say as he rubs his tip up and down in your folds , you whine a bit , “nah. Your pussy to good for it.” , “but-“ you try to protest, but he pushes himself in , honestly you don’t even care about protection it’s better without honestly.

✰-baby daddy! Bakugo who ends up buying you a pregnancy test a week later after that , cause you started complaining of nausea and cramps. Let’s just say you and bakugo would be getting back together very soon.

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Lmk what y’all think about this 🏃🏽‍♀️😭 lmk if u wanna see more!!

[lightlycareless]

More high school au with Naoya and y/n pleaseee😩😩🙏🏻🙏🏻 they are so cute and like- uughhhhh ( you don’t have to tho )

Hello anon!

Thank you so much for waiting 🥺❤️❤️ I actually have some snippets here and there of scenarios I want to write for them, however, now that valentine's day is approaching this other idea popped up hehehe, so I might as well take advantage of it.

Also, this is a two part thing. As of now, the second part is scheduled for... you guessed it, the 14th 😂

warnings: none. fluff. a lil bit of heartbreak, but nothing too serious. more to come on the second part.

All I got to say is, this went a completely different direction than I expected. We shall see if it pays off.

Without further a do, happy reading!

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part 2.

It’s rare when the faculty allows students to take control of anything outside of their studies and training.

But there were occasions they allowed it, especially in those where they’d not only prove they’re much better academically than any other institute, but also humiliate their sister school in their annual exchange event.

Which is exactly what happened last summer, an undisputable victory to remain for the years to come as the worst defeat Kyoto has ever experienced.

Taking this into consideration, the school thought it only deserving for the students to be compensated.

What the Tokyo school ended up choosing as a reward was a trip to one of the popular theme parks in Japan, but to afford such trip without having to choke the higher ups with their expenses, the students began to plan out ways to increase their budget.

Luckily for them, the money hungry Mei Mei knew exactly what to do.

Thus, preparations soon began to plan out, starting with decorations and activities that would not only incentivize students to participate, but willingly spend all their hard-earned money (plus an extra for herself.) for something enjoyable in return—all coinciding with the most awaited time of the year.

We’re talking about White Day, of course.

A date that you were naturally also excited for, simply because it was your first White Day since enrolling in jujutsu high.

You had your own motives to be eager, but your enthusiasm simply kept growing thanks to your classmate’s incessant discussion of the plans they set up with their boyfriends, or the guys they were being “courted” by.

“My boyfriend got reservations at this nice place in downtown! We’re going there as soon as our classes are done.” One would say.

“That’s so sweet! There’s this guy I’ve been talking to for a while now—we haven’t done much but I just know he likes me! I’m just hope he’ll confess his feelings today…” Another adds.

“What about you, Y/N? Set your eyes on anyone yet?”

No.

Maybe…

Oh, who are you lying, of course you did!

But you’re not sure he even noticed your presence; let alone your gift on Valentine’s Day. After all, he’s one of the most popular students in the whole school.

You’re talking about Geto Suguru, of course—what you’d consider to be your first crush, the first man that you’ve ever felt these growing feelings for; and with enough luck, maybe even your first love.

He was just… oh, so dreamy. Good looking, but most of all, charming. It’s a mystery how someone like him got along with Satoru at all! Maybe it was some kind of opposites attract type of situation?

Who knows.

Either way, you won’t deny that getting a chance of becoming Suguru’s special someone was equally wonderful, which you hoped would’ve increased with the chocolate you gave him exactly one month ago.

If fate desired so… then today, you’ll get your answer.

And whether you’ve caught someone else’s eye, as well?

You don’t try to get your hopes too high when it comes to that, since you’ve only been here for a few months—not enough time for anyone to develop feelings and pursue you, you know?

Geto was different though, since you’ve known him way before you even considered entering jujutsu high, due to him being your sister’s and Satoru’s (a childhood friend) classmate.

So yeah, you don’t expect much from anyone else this day, outside of… maybe a card here and there, or some sweets from the people that always bring something for the whole class just so they won’t feel excluded—sensei’s included.

And so, when classes begin, you keep reassuring yourself with the following statement Mei Mei’s Cupid Mail Service (or whatever it’s called, with a charge of course) begins to roll in: You were new, not that well known even with your sibling’s popularity, single, but most importantly, that most of the things sent through that service were for the popular kids—or so Hinata theorized.

A great excuse that would’ve kept your sanity intact…  had no one else gotten anything.

The ones that didn’t voice their plans, that is, the single ones—and even then, those with a partner still managed to get heartfelt confessions from those daring enough.

«It’s just… well, luck! I think… Besides, don’t they always say that people in relationships are more popular than those that are single? I would never do something like that!» It’s what you tell yourself when seeing one of your classmates, who has a boyfriend, get a rose from the same Cupid Mail Service—and as seen from her rection, not from him. «Yeah… that must be it.»

But your anguish would only deepen when the day went on by and the gifts didn’t stop.

By that point, your sister had gotten a bouquet of roses, amongst some boxes of chocolate she didn’t bother to care for, unless they had come from Yuki-senpai.

Your brother was seen with a large teddy bear but given the grin on his face and the direction he was heading; it was clear this was a gift for his girlfriend.

Gojo and Geto getting gifts even on the day they’re not supposed to doesn’t surprise you anymore—in fact, every day seemed like a holiday to them, so you just ignored them.

Nanami was a heartthrob you did not expect to see flourish, since he mostly kept to himself, but there’s always something alluring about the mysterious, cool characters—you more than anyone else would know that.

However, none of these situations were to be the worst ones yet.

Not to discredit the poor guy, you appreciate him as the excellent classmate he is…

But even Ijichi got a gift!! Like, come on!!

Statistically someone must’ve sent you one thing at least! You’re not even asking to be appreciated by your beauty or anything, it could’ve been just because they thought you were funny or something! A great friend!

Yet, it was not meant to be.

And by the end of the school day, reality slowly began to sink into your mind—accepting that perhaps you were not as likeable as you once believed… and unfortunately, that is something that wouldn’t change, not even if you’d been here since the school was founded.

Not desiring to be seen crying your poor heart out when your feelings are finally pushed to the edge once the last bell rings, you decide to head straight back to the dorms after quickly gathering your utensils, curtly bidding everyone farewells and wishes for an enjoyable evening out, and heading out the classroom—just before you could hear any more of their whispers noting how you didn’t get anything.

Thinking that if you hurried enough, you’d be able to get to your room before anyone noticed the tears already sliding down your cheeks—but alas, there’s always someone in the wrong place at the wrong time, and just as you were to turn around the corner and leave the school building, Mei Mei calls you.

“Off to meet someone in your room? How indecent.” she snickers, noting your unusual adrenaline when traveling across the hallways. At least for someone she knew hadn’t gotten anything planned for the day. “Back in my day, we’d try to do it off campus. But if you want, I know a room—"

“That’s not—I’m not in the mood, Mei Mei.” You murmur, not bothering to turn around to face her while doing your best to hide a sniffle. “I have work to do.”

“I’m sure you do, Y/N.” she says, taking a step closer to you.

“If it’s to get me to spend money on your delivery system, I’m not interested.” You frown. “Why don’t you go ask Hinata? I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to spend all her allowance in things for Yuki-senpai…”

“Already done that—And I got to say, Hinata really is one of my best clients when it comes to it. After Satoru, of course.” She snickers—Gojo has become kind of her personal ATM at this point, he just made it too easy! You remain quiet. “Either way, I’m here for something else. Something relating to you, actually.”

Well, if this day wasn’t odd enough already.

“…What do you want?” you cautioned.

“I got a gift for you—from Cupid himself.”

“What?!” you gasp, sharply turning around to verify her words, dropping your books and breath hitching upon seeing the enormous size of the gift she held in her arms, and all that contained:

A basket filled with all kinds of chocolate, local and foreign, alongside an immeasurable number of roses that almost managed to hide the core: a red teddy bear holding a heart of the same color with the words love stitched onto it.

After being deprived of this attention for hours, it almost felt surreal to suddenly obtain all that you wanted—And not to brag, but this also had to be the biggest gift you’ve seen at school that day!

You genuinely didn’t believe your eyes… and yet, there was still more to come.

And all for you.

“—while the rest are to be delivered to your dorm.” Mei Mei says as a group of her… lackeys, (wait, is that her brother?) brought along more and more gifts—from plushies of your favorite characters, your favorite flowers, and jewelry… to the most surprising piece of all:

Boxes of mochi, of your favorite flavor, taro.

Whoever sent these gestures knew you in somewhat of a personal level, thus, you naturally had to ask—

“Who sent them?” you breathe, unable to hide your excitement at that point; could it be…?

“A secret admirer.” Is all that Mei Mei reveals. “Perhaps.”

“Aw, come on! I mean—you have to know, right?? You’re the one in charge of this!”

“I do… but my services don’t go beyond that.” She smiles—hinting wanting more.

But you suppose that for something as sweet as this, to keep the identity of your unknown aficionado would only be fitting. Partially.

“Could you at least give me a hint?”

Mei Mei only laughs, and you get the idea that it was because of your naivety when it comes to her methods.

And it was, in its majority.

But it was also because she couldn’t believe you didn’t know already!

Of course, this was nothing but obvious for someone who has made it as her personal mission to find dirt on just about anyone she can squeeze out a few yen from.

Especially from big targets like him.

But given the way he behaves around you, and the things he did today, just for your attention how come you hadn’t noticed that the heir of the Zen’in, Naoya…

Likes you?

I don't know if other schools do things like that, but mine did. And I used it once. And I never got a reply. YIKES. But I don't blame him though, that letter was wack lmao. I was only 16 😭 please be merciful.

Anyways, I hope you liked this first part :3 Keep an eye for the second one 👀👀👀

Take care, and hope to see you soon!

[jhuzen]

I hate that tumblr has turned me into a Dottore simp...

But now I can't stop thinking about Dottore with a boyfriend with ADHD. Would he make notes?? I also think it would be extra hilarious if the reader was his lab assistant, like-

Dottore: How the hell did you get this done so quickly??

Reader: I haven't eaten, drank or moved from my desk for the last 12 hours.

-Morax

to worry a physician [m.reader]

morax anon and i are so in sync in the simping game, it’s beautiful. this is why ily. this was hilarious to write LMAO. so here’s another quickie for you. also don’t imitate dottore’s methods, he’s a lil unhinged 😔

𖦹 slightly suggestive in the end (again do not imitate dottore’s methods), a brief use of dottore’s real name

“H-Hey now… let’s not… jump to certain actions that we might soon regret…”

The cold metal was difficult against your back, you felt like a slab of meat hurled on some form of metal chopping board. You tried to get up but your beloved was quick to push you back down.

You winced as the buckles tightened around your body.

“You know how much I despise hypocrites, [Name].”

Suffice to say, it was a miracle that you were the last man standing amongst the myriad of assistants that the infamous second harbinger have been given. He went through all of them like a child digging into sweets ferociously, sometimes even quite viciously tearing them all apart limb from limb.

And yet somehow, you were the odd one out. You somehow managed to even keep up with the asinine nonsense that Dottore prattles on and on, writing down notes that you can barely organize either because your master is already jumping on the next topic, that or simply because there are tendencies of you forgetting to do them.

But even that didn’t trip you up. Because by a shot of luck, the harbinger found himself curling into your presence and starting to appreciate your efforts to a certain degree. He’s merciless, but he’s grown lenient on days where you are completely restless. Dottore may be cruel but he’s not a hypocrite.

Perhaps it is why you’re proudly wearing the title as Dottore’s far more favored being than the rest — his dearest beloved, a promised love that Dottore could never bother to share with others. He was possessive, that’s for sure, and he will keep you away from anything and anyone, even from the many segments of himself. It was hilariously pathetic, it’s like seeing a cat get so terribly territorial — only that it’s the very same cat that can lobotomize you in a split second if you so much as screw up any of his work.

However, it was as if it was innately built in you to catch up with him. It’s why Dottore finds you so interesting and remotely entertaining — the fact that you can barely make an organized effort on certain things, but when it comes to him, you’re all ears and can fulfill just about any task he has given you. Truly, you are his pride and joy and there can be no one in this world that can even refute that in the slightest.

But even Dottore can be extreme in his expression of affection, often toeing the threshold between something wholesome and adorable to something completely insane.

And aren’t you just the klutz, making the poor doctor worry.

You knocked on the door before entering — Dottore already told you to come in regardless, considering that you’re the only he has given his permission to do so. But still, you were his assistant, and even as his boyfriend, you still held a high degree of respect to the man (lest you barge in on him on his bad day and end up becoming a lab rat).

“I got what you asked for.”

Tearing himself away from his work, the doctor turned to you, half of his brain still very much attuned to the poor monstrosity of a cadaver that he just recently hacked away and toyed with, “What did I ask for?”

“Uhh… well, financial expense report for your Balladeer project in Sumeru, some relevant literatures for your current… cadaver endeavors, the new assignments that you got from the Jester that you somehow managed to push on me, the letter from Sumeru’s grand sage that you kept on whining about, and some samples that you asked from some poor unfortunate soul out there.”

Dottore’s eyes narrowed as he retained all the errands you’ve listed. Only for him to turn to you, a look of complete skepticism plastered on his temporarily unmasked face, “…That’s everything that I asked you to do.”

You slowly nodded, “…Yes? Is… something wrong with that?”

“I have made precise calculations of the average arrival of every single thing that I asked from you. A good half of them would have taken you a few weeks at most.”

“…Yes, well aware of that.”

You suddenly felt your poor tie getting yanked down as you came face-to-face with your normally unhinged lover, “Are you slacking on me? Are you cutting corners? You know I have no tolerance for such things.”

“Wait, dear— my tie.”

“I believe that head of yours should be the focus of your concerns, dear.”

At this point, resistance was futile, so you merely gave in with a sigh, carefully placing the basket filled with every single thing that he asked for. Dottore gave a side glance at your submissions, almost taken aback by the mountainous height of the papers you’ve stacked.

Still, while he may be lenient on you on certain things, he knows and expects that you above all are aware of the fact that he highly prioritizes his work. He still has to keep you in line after all if you’re starting to slag on your duties as his assistant.

“This is suspiciously early. It’s only been four days since these assignments. What did you do?”

You laughed a little, “You know I would never jeopardize your work, Zandik. I’d rather be six-feet under than even consider that in the first place.” The way his red eyes glowered, was enough to make you feel small, “…I… swear it…”

“Talk.”

“I only had to cut out a few unnecessary things on my schedule so I can focus on my tasks… like… sleep or… meals. Just… a couple, I promise.”

That wasn’t true. It wasn’t a deliberate cutting out. It’s only that you’ve fixated on your work and that you were always itching to be on the move that you completely lost track of your time and ultimately screwed with your time frame in eating and sleeping. You barely ate and barely slept and your stack of work was the testament of that.

What. Dottore blinked slowly as his brain processed the information you so very generously dropped on him. You, in your efforts of focusing on your tasks… had managed to cut off the only very reason why you’re even alive in the first place. The most necessary part of your day, which now somehow was deemed as otherwise, was cut out of your schedule just to do his work.

Dottore has discreetly admired your dedication as his assistant, and quite frankly that was the reason why you’re still alive and still sleeps in the same bed as he does every single night. But something about the fact that you’ve neglected yourself just for his work was enough to irk the ruthless doctor.

The loosening grip on your tie tightened into a vice and before you knew it, your back was met with the cold hard surface of an empty operating table — it wasn’t even one of those that bend and are cushioned for comfort, it was where he often placed his experiments in.

“Wait, wh—” you quickly swallowed your complaint the moment you saw his eyes glinting dangerously down at you.

“I need to pry your brain open.”

You almost choked on air as you heard your lovers words, you immediately propped yourself up by your elbows, “What do you mean pry my brain open?!”

“I mean cracking that thick skull of yours to see whether or not something went wrong in your wiring,” Dottore’s movements were swift as he climbed up to the table, straddling your hips as he reached for the belt buckles attached at the side of the this cold metal slab.

“H-Hey now… let’s not… jump to certain actions that we might soon regret…”

And now here you are, at a complete stalemate with your beloved boyfriend, with you completely under his mercy. You were tied down and those leather straps were not at all helping you in making your grand escape. Not to mention, you can’t exactly just shove off your boyfriend.

“Not eating or sleeping for days just to complete your work would have been admirable had it not been for the fact that you need it.” Dottore sighed, reaching out a gloved hand to cup your face, squishing your cheeks together, “And here I thought you were slacking on your work… only to find something far worse.” The grip on your cheeks tightened.

You only shot him a pleading look, absolutely trying not to get your brain picked on. Your beloved had finally granted your reddening cheeks some mercy as he let go of it, “It’s not exactly something I can help, y’know? It just comes onto me naturally.”

“You not eating or even barely sleeping for the next four days is natural?” The harbinger was perplexed to say the least. “Would you like me to repeat that again so you can hear just how utterly asinine your words are?”

Huffing, you turned your cheek to the other direction, only to be faced by a dismembered head and immediately looked back at your lover, “I just wanted to make sure you have no hassle in the long run. And like I said, I don’t mind it.”

“I, however, mind the fact that if you keep this up, I might be looking for a potential replacement in just a few days once you kick the bucket.” He huffed back at you, “I hate inconveniences.” His scowl was deep and showed complete frustration towards you and your actions.

And for a quick second, your sleep and nutrient deprived mind had finally stopped to take in as you realized that this was Dottore’s odd way of showing concern. He met your gaze, and with the way your eyes tendered as the realization sank into you, he was far too late.

“Aww, pumpkin… you were worried—?”

“Perish the thought. Absolute lunacy. Whatever. Have it your way — I’ll indulge myself this time.”

“Indulge your… H-Hey! Where are you touching?!”

Dottore’s smile was wicked and devious as his hands traveled somewhere far south, copping a quick feel, “By my initial diagnosis, it seems as though you’ve been experiencing bouts of hyperactivity to the point of neglect at your food intake as well as the much needed rest. Why don’t I sort this out? As your personal physician, I suggest we do something about that before assigning your prescribed medications, no?”

Fret not, he made good on his promise — and fed you before tucking you in bed… but not after feeding him yourself.

[phoneuserhana333]

.°˖✧ part 2/3: neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°˖✧

tags: arguing, enemies to lovers, sick!reader, sleepy!abby, yelling on the street, reader’s ex gf, implied doing the deed VAGUELY in like one sentence, more to be added

there will be only ONE more part of this lil story, since i’m afraid of dragging it on for too long!! i might write smth more abt ellie/dina/jesse in this au, but that’ll be it i think! i’ll be starting a smau soon tho :>

PART1 — PART3 — NSFWHC — N(SFW)HC

• after that first awful meeting, abby was ready to give you a piece of her mind. later that day, after a hectic day at work amplified her irritation, she couldn’t hold back.

• she knocked on your door, red-eyed and raging, just hoping to get the conversation over with before she could finally rest in the comfort of her home.

• on the other hand, you were nervous; you cleaned your entire house, took one of those tiring ‘everything showers’ and got dressed in a casual but put together outfit, hoping your mysterious blonde neighbor would appreciate it

• your first mistake was thinking abby would be softened by a cute outfit and some vanilla candles

• abby wasn’t impressed at all. she thought your lilac baby tee was too tight and that your perfume was too sweet. you were annoyingly artistic and carefree in her eyes, unserious to a fault. all the traits that she’d been taught to look down on

• so naturally, she chewed you up and spat you out.

“you need to start being more thoughtful, you aren’t living in the middle of a forest with nobody around!”

“and these parties? do you have to play the music that loud?! and who even are those people?!”

“don’t get me started on the singing and the overplayed songs you always go for. what do you even do for work?!”

• that was the drop that overfilled the cup and made the coquettish gaze you were sending your hot neighbor turn cold. complaining for ten minutes non stop about your loudness wasn’t an issue. in fact, you were planning on dialing it down for the cute, frustrated doctor.

• but coming after you job? the thing you were extremely passionate about? no way you’d let that slide.

“what the fuck is your problem, huh?!”

“… my problem?!”

• and so the two of you kept arguing on the street for the next forty minutes, neither side letting up, until the couple that lived next to you peeked their heads out the window and yelled at you to quiet down, ironically enough.

• abby eyed you one last time, disheveled and agitated. she brushed loose blonde hairs out of her face and pulled her keys out, walking over to the steps that lead to her house.

• you were pouting; this didn’t go as planned. you watched as she unlocked the door, her unforgiving gaze meeting you one last time before she left you with a final statement for the night, before she slammed her front door hard enough to shake both of your homes

“you better be quiet from now on. or else.”

• you obviously didn’t care at all what abby thought after this… interesting meeting, so you decided to be louder than before (if that was even possible)

• the following week consisted of the same old routine, over and over again. you would play the piano loudly, sing late into the night and invite friends over (even an ex girlfriend, making sure to moan extra loud that night)

• which annoyed abby to no end, of course. she calmed down to the best of her abilities, and decided to look at her options. she could call the police, but that was too far. you were still neighbors and she didn’t want to risk getting a bad reputation with other neighborhood residents. and talking to you didn’t help at all.

• so she settled on writing notes. every morning before leaving for work, blondie would leave a passive aggressive message taped to your front door, smirking as she did.

• she knew they would annoy you since she made sure to make them related to your job or your music taste or whatever she thought would make your blood boil.

• but you were unbothered and patient, choosing to save the notes in a box under your bed. all of then made rounds in various group chats since you were complaining to everybody and their mother that your neighbor (now known as abigail) was the worst.

• what made you show up at abby’s door was a message that read: “maybe you should learn how to sing before doing it this late. much love, your next door neighbor abigail”

• you didn’t find this note. however, your ex did, showing it to you as she laughed at how silly it was. you played along, laughing as embarrassment ate at your pride slowly.

• it’s safe to say that rekindling your romance with said ex didn’t go well

• that night, you slammed your balled up fists on abby’s door, ready to take action against her pushing your buttons with these notes. being embarrassed in the comfort of your own presence was different than being teased by someone you dated in the past

• abby opened the door, groggy and hollow eyed. she was wearing a dark blue pajama set, silken and fitted, and she had her neatly brushed hair let down. she’s still so prim and proper, even when she’s sleeping, you think

“whaddya need, sweetheart?”

• the way abby spoke made you feel like your brain became scrambled. sweetheart?! where did that come from?! you quickly snapped back from your dazed gaze set on her lips and retorted:

“what’s up with these notes, huh?!”

“they got you to stop, didn’t they? you’ve been awfully quiet all day today, unlike whatever you attempted to do last night.”

• you heated up from humiliation once again- so she did hear you and your ex! you stumble over words, crossing your arms defensively as you looked away, which gave abby enough time to rub the sleep out of her tired eyes

“keep up with the quietness and we might even get along. is that all for tonight?”

• you let out an annoyed ‘hmph!’ and ran back to your door, sending abby a heated gaze as you yelled a ‘goodnight!’ over your shoulder. the blonde shrugged and went back inside, unaffected and ready to sleep. you, on the other hand, started up with your noisy nighttime routine of trying to write the perfect song; you even opened the windows to make sure your neighbor heard you.

• and so, this routine continued on for the next few days; you would open all the windows, sing loudly, play music at full volume, hell- you even banged pots and pans just to get your point across

• who did she think she was, telling you to be quiet in your own home?!

• abby kept up with her newfound tradition of leaving you notes, some long and some short. she prayed you wouldn’t pop up around the corner; facing you head on was a tad intimidating to her, but she would never admit that it was because of your attractive face and soothing singing voice. so, naturally, she kept complaining to her friends when they went out for coffee and rolled her eyes whenever she’d hear you sneeze loudly though the walls you shared.

• but then, much to abby’s delight, the crescendo next door stopped completely. the woman went on with her routine, choosing to ignore the eerie silence she was met with every day since last week. were you even alive?

• she noted that you weren’t picking up her daily warnings either, and they had piled up on your doorstep after the fourth day of the absence of noise. on the fifth day, abby received an unexpected knock on her door.

• opening it revealed you, much to her surprise. snotty, sweaty, in a tiny t-shirt and a pair of suede shorts in late november new york cold, shaking as you tried to clear your throat.

• for the fist time since you two met, abby felt her heart squeeze because of some tight, uncomfortably soft and fuzzy feeling. a mixture of pity and the urge to coo at your sickly appearance bubbled up and made her gulp- had you always been this… helpless? meek?

• … cute?

• all of these thoughts that crawled their way into abby’s head were solidified with one nasally question asked by you:

“… do you have any tylenon?”

[ihavemanyhusbands]

This might sound pathetic but can we get a lil hurt/comfort with Duncan? 🥹

He's in his cabin in during a harsh winter evening when he nears a knock on the door, it's the reader, beaten and bruised and she's looking for shelter. Duncan takes care of her wounds and ends up holding her to sleep since she's scared of the sounds of the thunders outside 🥺

NOT PATHETIC AT ALL IT WOULD BE MY ABSOLUTE HONOR TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU!!!!! (I love this idea sm thank you!!!!!)

———

Duncan thought you were a dream at first; a snowy mirage. Frost clung to your hair, lashes, and eyebrows. Your lips had taken on a purplish hue, and you were clearly scraped and battered, trembling all over.

He pulled you inside as soon as his shock passed. Wordlessly, he led you in front of the fireplace and went to fetch a blanket. He wrapped it around you and went to find his first aid kit as you stayed staring emptily at the fire.

He knelt in front of you, but you didn’t seem to notice him. He was a large man and had a self described “mean mug”, so he was very much intimidating to others. But he was surprised that you didn’t even flinch at his nearness.

“Can you tell me your name?” He asked, his gravelly voice soft as he could make it. “Or what happened to you?”

You turned your head towards him, blinking once. Your body was still trembling slightly, but at least your lips had recovered their normal color. His gaze lingered there for just one second too long, and then he met your gaze again.

He surmised you were in shock, not having said one word yet, your eyes unable to really focus on anything. You let him take your hands to examine the scratches on your arms, and he set out to carefully patch them up.

When you first said your name, he could barely hear it, but he looked up in surprise at the fact you’d spoken. He prompted you to repeat it, and you said it just a little louder.

“I crashed my car. The snow was too dense, and I just couldn’t see anything… I don’t even know what I hit. I just saw your cabin and stumbled over here…” you murmured. “It was all so fast. I’m so sorry for intruding, I just… didn’t want to freeze.”

“Don’t apologize, you did what you had to do,” he said. “My name is Duncan. Sorry that we’re meeting under these circumstances, but I’ll do my best to help you.”

“Thank you,” you said, and it was then that you broke down crying.

For a moment he was unsure what to do, but then he got up to get you some tissues. The sounds of the storm outside only worsened as he continued to take care of your wounds. He was relieved to find nothing was broken or bleeding too profusely.

You wept quietly for a little while longer, letting all the fear and adrenaline wash over you and leave your system. He boiled some water for tea and offered you some stew that he’d also had for supper, which you took gratefully.

He started making a bed on the couch for you, but then he saw you almost jump out of your skin at the sound of thunder. He couldn’t blame your nerves for being all frayed after the accident.

“U-um, could I maybe…?” You started to ask, and he nodded immediately.

“You can sleep on the bed. I promise I will not do anything to you,” he said reassuringly. “We’ll see how it’s looking tomorrow. If the weather’s good, I could drive you into town to get a tow truck.”

You nodded, your body visibly sagging in relief. “I’m tired, I think I’m going to go to sleep now if that’s okay.”

You slid into his bed sheepishly, curling up with the extra blanket he had given you. He finished up some things before joining you, keeping a respectful distance — at least as much as his bed would allow.

“Thank you,” you said again, looking at his profile as he lay on his back. “I owe you my life.”

Those words hit him hard in the chest. After so long of being a harbinger of death, of wielding it so closely, it was a welcome reprieve to save someone.

You snuggled closer to him, searching his warmth in your semi-conscious state. He wrapped an arm around you, more than content to pretend he wasn’t completely alone at least for one night.

————

[tsun-bun]

Decided to dip my toes back into writing and tumblr for @queengiuliettafirstlady and @candied-boys Ikemen Advent event! Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Prompt: Woolen Clothes Just wholesome Black Army shenanigans! (+ a lil Red Army at the end) I wanted to write something cosy! No particular pairings or anything Word count: 996 ------------------------- Though cold winds blew outside, it was warm and lively as ever in the Black Army headquarters. It wasn’t yet Christmas day (weeks away, even), but nonetheless the officers and Alice had been summoned by Seth for “Santa Seth’s Super Special Gift Extravaganza ☆”.

“… Seth, your naming taste gets worse every year,” Luka remarked as they all made their way inside the lounge.

“Bah!!” Seth shook his head dramatically. “This is why I have to get you in the spirit of the season, Luka!!”

“What’s it even supposed to mean? Ya got us gifts already? Ain’t it a bit early?” Fenrir tilted his head, confused.

“That’s why it’s special ♪” Seth chirped. “Now, now, everyone, please sit.”

At his instruction, they all took their seats, some more begrudgingly than others. Without further ado, Seth clapped his hands together, and spun about to fetch the presents. With a flourish, he gave each of them their own neatly-wrapped box - complete with glittering bows and cute name tags, of course.

“Don’t open them just yet!” he tutted, mostly to Fenrir - whose fingers were already itching to unwrap his present as soon as it landed in his lap. Beside him, Ray lifted up his own, giving it a shake to try and puzzle out what was inside.

At last, after twirling around the room, Seth was left only with one present to hold: suspiciously, his own.

“Wow, you really went all out, Seth!” Alice exclaimed, admiring all the sparkles and decorations. Of course, he had added extra ribbons specially for her.

“Aahh I knew a sweet girl like yourself would appreciate good presentation!”

Sirius regarded the present with more skepticism. “Shall we open them now?”

“Don’t you need your reading glasses first, old man?~” Seth ignored Sirius’ warning glare. “Okayyy, everybody, you can open them!”

For a few moments, the only sound in the room was that of torn wrapping paper: Fenrir eagerly digging out his present, Ray unable to quite contain a bit of childlike enthusiasm either, Sirius reluctantly (but nonetheless carefully) unfolding the paper, Alice teetering between excitement and worry as she tried not to ruin Seth’s hard work present-wrapping… while Luka unwrapped his with some sense of dread, as if something might leap out at him.

Soon, they had all opened the presents to reveal… Christmas sweaters. Though they were matching, they were all personalised to some degree: the wool dyed different colours and woven into festive patterns, alongside the more… unique choices, clearly willed into existence by Seth himself.

“Ta-daa!!” Seth triumphantly lifted his sweater up, his signature shade of green, patterned with cute little foxes in Santa hats. “Aren’t they just adorable?”

Sirius was the first to speak up. “Seth. What is this?”

His sweater proudly declared “Santa’s FAVOURITE DADDY”, decorated with silhouettes of his “children” - the Black Army brats and Chutney.

“Sirius, it’s fashionable for a refined older gentlemaaaaa–”

Seth flailed his arms as he ran away from Sirius, still clutching onto his sweater, its sleeves flailing around behind him.

“How many times do I have to tell you brats that I’m only 30?”

“I’m sorry, daddy Sirius~!” Seth called out as he wiggled away from the grumbling “old man”…

“Woah! Look, Ray, ours match!!” Fenrir excitedly held up his sweater against Ray’s - the Ace of Spades had a strange combination of dogs and guns. Even dogs WITH guns. Ray’s had a variety of kitty cats in regal poses, wearing crowns and capes fit for a King.

“… Not bad,” Ray decided with a smile, quietly satisfied to match with his bro.

Having escaped Sirius (for now), Seth nodded enthusiastically at them. “Right?! I thought we could all wear matching sweaters for Christmas day! Aren’t they sooo cute?”

“… Seth,” Luka spoke without looking up from his sweater.

“Yesss, darling angel?” Seth gazed down at him, eyes glittering with hope.

“Can I give mine back?” Luka casually destroyed that hope.

Seth looked appalled, wailing. “Nooo!! How could you say that?!”

“Luka, you have to admit, it is very cute…” Alice gently nudged him, a gleam in her eyes as if she was already picturing him in it.

It was alarmingly cute. With chubby-cheeked hamsters and angels, hamster angels even, with halos and wings, the wool all soft pastel colours.

“That’s the problem, Alice. And matching sweaters… aren’t we too old for this? It’s cheesy.” Luka pouted.

“But it’s perfect for the angel of the Black Army!” Seth chimed in.

“Please stop calling me that…” Luka muttered, blushing already as he imagined the future fawning he’d be subject to.

“Hmmm… I don’t know, I think it’s a sweet tradition,” Alice joked, showing off her own sweater, decorated with all the cute little candies and desserts she made and enjoyed in Cradle.

Ray reached over to ruffle Alice’s hair with a grin. “Just perfect for our resident sweets-lover, huh?”

Sirius rolled his eyes with fond exasperation before suggesting: “Well, if it’ll make the little lady happy…”

Luka sighed, relenting. “I guess I can wear it for one day…”

Seth brightened up immediately, pulling them both into a hug. “Yippee! We’ll be one big, festive family! ♡”

—

A few days later, somewhere in Red Territory, Edgar struck up a conversation…

“Have you heard from Luka recently?”

“Hmph, of course!!” Jonah replied, offended to even be asked. “I have to be well-informed to pick out the perfect gift for my dear baby brother.”

Edgar smiled so innocently that it could only mean he was about to say something very, very devious. “Why, then you’ve surely heard the Black Army officers are wearing matching sweaters this year–”

The sentence was barely out of his mouth before Jonah stormed off to go... shopping?

“Geez… how’s he planning to match without even seeing ‘em?” Kyle rubbed at the back of his neck, watching Jonah zoom off into the distance.

Edgar smiled enigmatically. “Oh, that’s half the fun of it.”

“Huh. Well, he’d better not come back with embarrassing sweaters for all of us…”

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Orange Blossoms

Paring: Buck x reader

Word count: 6.6k

Notes: Going forward, Buck has consent. Like I just want to make that clear, he do be gettin a lil freaky in dis story but like, he does have consent and they do talk about it. I just did not write that. You know at least for now idk I might write in a lil bit who knows. But just so we’re all on da same page. Reader is just as freaky and adventurous as Buck

Episode 8: Cant Fight the Moonlight

You kick Eddie from his own house. Okay not really but kind of. But Buck can’t exactly come over to your place? Bobby is there…Athena, May, Harry… that’s just like. A recipe for disaster 

So you beg Eddie to trade houses with you for a night, or rather Buck. And he agrees, after demanding you make him your “famous” blueberry muffins Bobby keeps talking about and you bake those first, setting them on the counter to cool as soon as possible 

“So? Are you nervous?” Eddie is leaning against the doorway watching you put on your makeup. You’re sat criss crossed on the sink and leaning into the mirror 

“Incredibly. What if he hates enchiladas? They’re not exactly a date food” 

“No, they’re a delicious, soul-filling food that should be eaten constantly” He walks over and hands you the brush you’re reaching for 

“Yes I made you extra, you can take them with you”

“Yessssss” he fist pumps and you roll your eyes, going back to putting on your makeup 

“He loves enchiladas by the way. And he’s gonna love your dress, which I know you’re also worried about”

You drop your makeup brush and spin around, “Oh god my dress! I forgot to iron it!!” He stops you at the door, turning you back around toward the sink 

“I did it for you, you seemed so frazzled I thought I’d take it off your plate” 

He helps you back up on the sink and you fake sniffle 

“Eddie you’re the bestest friend a girl could ask for” 

You’re busy fixing your hair when the doorbell rings. You squeal and toss the hairspray down 

“I’m not even dressed!!! Is he early?!” 

“About 10 minutes early yeah” Eddie looks at his watch as he pushes off the wall “I’ll go let him in” 

“Don’t let him back here!!” 

Eddie reassures you he’ll entertain Buck before leaving you to scramble and get your dress on. He checks that everything you have set up is ready one last time before he opens the door, Buck is standing there with flowers in his hands

“You good?” Eddie asks as he looks him over, he looks like he’s gonna pass out 

“Oh thank god you answered the door. Please I don’t know how to tie my tie and I figured I could get here early and ask you” 

Buck pulls him out of the house and to the side and Eddie stumbles after him 

“Okay, okay! I’ll help!” He takes the tie from Buck’s hand and starts to adjust it around his neck 

“You’re wearing a tie?” 

“Is it too much?? It’s too much isn’t it??” 

Eddie chokes him a little and he yelps “Hey!!”

“Thought it would distract you. You look great okay? The tie shows that you’re taking this seriously and you wanna look your best”

He finishes tying it up and tightens it around his neck 

“Not to mention she can pull it to lead you somewhere” He winks and Buck blushes deeply as he smoothes out his clothes. 

“Do I look okay?” He steps back, holding out his arms as he does a little spin and Eddie steps back too, looking at him 

“Will you take my advice if I give it to you??” 

“Definitely” 

Eddie steps forward now takes the back tie off and stuffs it in his own pocket. He unbuttons four of the buttons on Buck’s shirt and helps him roll the sleeves up. He tousles his hair a bit and straightens out his shirt once more 

“Perfect” 

“I feel slutty” He motions to the four buttons and Eddie nods 

“Good! You look slutty!!” Eddie sets his hands on his hips “You know, in a good way!” 

“You promise??” 

“I promise, that belt is working for your waist” 

Buck squeaks and shakes his hips excitedly “I know!! God, I was so proud in the mirror bro, bro, bro look how snatched I look!” 

“You do look pretty snatched” 

Eddie spins around and Buck blushes 

“Hey beautiful” 

“Hi” you giggle and step out of the house and he looks you up and down, sighing dreamily. Your dress is practically painted onto your body, it has a square neck and short sleeves 

“How do I look?” You do a little spin and then twist your ankle, too, showing off your booties 

“Y-you look stunning” he melts into Eddie as he stares at you and you blush, before reaching your hand out for him. He steps away from Eddie, taking your hand and kissing softly down your arm making you giggle 

“Hey! That tickles!” he hums happily and pulls you into him, kissing you senseless 

“You are soooo hot, especially with that choker,” he says, squeezing you tightly and you blush

“Why thank you, would you like to come in?” 

He gives you the biggest shit-eating grin and you punch him in the chest. Eddie holds his chest as he laughs and you roll your eyes 

“You guys are so childish!!” 

You stomp back into the house and Buck and Eddie follow after you

“You know we’re supposed to be eating dinner,” You say as Buck’s hands slide down your sides and he kisses your neck

You’d taken the flowers from Buck and set them in a vase as Eddie got ready to leave. He whispered something to Buck and then came over and kissed your head, saying goodbye to both of you and he promised not to trash the loft. 

Buck followed you into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist and asking if there was anything he could do to help 

“You can sprinkle the cheese over the enchiladas and put them in, they’ve just gotta warm up and then we can eat”

“Sounds good to me” He kissed your cheek before doing what you told him to and popping them in the oven. 

“So we’ve got about 15 minutes to kill what do you wan-“

You’re cut off by Buck cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours, he’s careful with your makeup, definitely enjoying all the extra hoops you went through for him 

“This okay?” He asks as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back eagerly 

“Set a timer so the food doesn’t burn,” you say against his lips and he blindly reaches for his phone in his pocket while you keep kissing him. He chuckles and pulls away a little to look at the screen and you press your lips to his neck, over and over leaving your lipstick on him. He groans softly and stumbles backward, pulling you into the living room with him. 

He falls down onto the couch, reaching out for you and you hike up your dress a bit and climb into his lap. He sighs contentedly and goes right back to kissing you. His hands roam your body, feeling over your soft hips and holding your ass in his hands 

“You’re so perfect” he mumbles and you smirk, pulling away for a second to look at him. He looks absolutely blissed out, he’s got glittery kiss marks all over his neck and his lips are stained red. His eyes are softly lidded, he’s definitely drunk on you.

“You wanna take it up a notch?” He winks and pulls you down onto the couch, he lays on you, pressing his body down on you and you blush, tangling your fingers back in his hair

“You know we’re supposed to be eating dinner,” You say as Buck’s hands slide down your sides and he kisses your neck

“Alarm hasn’t gone off yet, I’ve still got time” 

You feel his hand slide over the soft inside of your thighs as he kisses you, wrapping his tongue around yours and dominating you immediately. His hand slides further and further until his fingers brush gently against your panties. 

“Wanna see how fast I can make you cum?” 

Your mouth drops open and you slap his shoulder

“Buck!!” 

“Sooo… Is that a no?” He looks at you confused and you let your head fall back on the pillows 

“…How much time is left on the timer?” 

He fumbles for his phone on the coffee table and picks it up 

“Uhhh Eight minutes and 36 seconds” 

“Go crazy” 

Seven minutes and 56 seconds later you’re a panting mess on the couch whilst Buck proudly licks his fingers clean. He’s grinning from ear to ear as he watches you come back down to earth 

“Need help walking to the bathroom?” 

“I think I’ll manage” 

You stumble into the dining room 10 minutes later and Buck is sitting at the table with his hands clasped in front of him 

“Hey! I was supposed to set this up!”

Everything is laid out nicely and he even lit the two candles you’d brought out 

“I know, I’m sorry. I just wanted to help” He stands up, guides you over to your chair, and pulls it out for you

“I promise I haven’t tasted anything!! Even if I really really wanted to” 

He pushes you in and sits back in his own chair, folding his hands in his lap

“You can totally serve it though if you want to” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to!” You tease and he shrugs

“Of course I want to. But I’ll let you do it” 

He’s wriggling in his seat as he tries to just stay still and you raise a brow at him, before leaning over and grabbing his plate to serve him. He takes it eagerly from you and sets it down, putting his hands back in his lap 

“Alright, what gives?” You ask as you serve your own plate and set it down in front of you 

“What do you mean?” 

“You look like you’re about to skyrocket out of your seat. What’s going on?”

“You’re gonna think it’s stupid” He smiles sheepishly and you put your hand over his in his lap 

“Buck, unless you’re literally purposely being stupid I don’t think anything you do or feel is stupid okay? Trust me.”

“I do” he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles softly before taking a deep breath 

“I just… well I kinda didn’t eat today because I thought I was gonna throw up I was so nervous about having dinner with you and then I didn’t wanna eat anything because I wanted to be able to eat your food you know and then I was like oh god what if it sucks what if I have to lie so I kinda called Athena? And uh… I asked her if your cooking sucked and she said you were one of the best cooks she’s ever known and that I was lucky and then I took them out of the oven for you and oh god everything smells so good and I’m really just trying to control myself right now from devouring everything in sight” 

You blink slowly, taking in everything he said. It was all just one big, fast, sentence really. You turn back to the enchiladas pan and serve him three more on top of the four you gave him and he rubs his hands together excitedly 

“That good for now?” You smirk and he nods excitedly 

“Very, thank you. Can I please eat now?” 

You giggle and grab your fork “Knock yourself out” 

Buck eats like he hasn’t eaten in weeks, which is how you’ve recently learned, all firefighters eat. Especially one who hasn’t eaten all day. Eddie had advised you to make more than you normally would for two, maybe for four to six and he was right 

“So?” You ask as Buck starts on his third plate and he looks at you

“I literally never want to eat anything else for as long as I live” 

Buck is mostly quiet during dinner and it just cracks you up, after dinner he lazily helps you bring everything into the kitchen and starts to do the dishes as you put the food away 

“Hey I can do those” you pout and he scoffs

“Yeah no, you made this amazing food the least I can do is clean up for you” 

“But you’re a guest” you whine and tug at his shirt and he laughs 

“So are you, this is Eddie’s house” 

“So what I’m hearing is, we should be making Eddie do this” 

“Exactly! What a terrible host, making us do his dishes” Buck rinses the plate in his hands and you swipe it from him, taking the towel from his shoulder and drying it off 

“Really we should be leaving this whole mess for him” you agree and Buck chuckles, he turns to you and grabs your hips, lifting you onto the counter next to him and kissing your cheek 

“I guess we can help him out this one time” 

You blush and look at him as he washes out your glass pan for you 

“Yeah… I suppose so” 

Who knew watching Buck do dishes would be so sexy… maybe it’s the way his arms flex when he turns things over, or maybe how big his hands are compared to the things he’s washing… you’re not really sure. But whatever it is, it sure is causing you to squirm 

“Do you have to go pee? Are you too tiny to get down from the counter?” Buck asks after he hands you another fork and your attention snaps back up to his eyes and not the way his hand goes in and out of the cup 

“What do you mean?” You ask and he rinses the cup 

“Well, you were drying that spoon for about three minutes. And you keep squeezing your thighs together. Do you need help with something?” 

Hell yes 

“Oh no!! No sorry I just kinda zoned out I guess” Your voice is a little high-pitched as you laugh it off and he narrows his eyes 

“Okay, yeah… sure” Oh he doesn’t believe you for a second 

He hands you the last cup and takes the second towel from the oven, drying his hands before he steps away from the sink 

“Well shit” 

The front of his shirt has a large wet patch on it and you giggle 

“Were you washing the dishes or yourself?” 

“Oh Hardy har har” He pokes your nose and you scrunch it up “I suppose I’ll just have to take it off”

“You’re gonna wha-“

Buck unbuttons the rest of his shirt and takes it off, shaking it out a little and hanging it from one of the cabinet doors. Your mouth falls open slowly at his back muscles, he turns back toward you and smiles 

“Like what you see bunny?” 

You turn on your heel, drop your towel onto the counter, and walk away 

“Nope! Don’t you dare bunny me right now” 

“Oh come on!! It was just a question!” 

You’re sitting across the couch from Buck with one leg crossed over the other watching a movie. He’d been giggly and teasing the entire time and you did your best to ignore him. 

“You know I’m gettin' kinda cold over here… all alone…” he pouts and you grab the throw blanket from the back of the couch and throw it at him 

He yelps and catches it with his face and you giggle a little. He balls it up and tosses it into the chair next to him 

“Awwww come on baby, please? I want cuddles” He’s pouting and sniffling as he crawls across the couch to you

“Back off” 

He keeps crawling over to you and you put your foot up on his chest to block him 

“Quit it!!” 

“No, I need you” He whimpers and your eyes widen “I need you so badly I’m so lonely baby” 

“You sound like the biggest fuck boy in the world” You toss your head back laughing and he moves your foot from his chest, putting your leg over his shoulder 

“Oh come on! I sound adorable!” 

“Do not!!! Try harder!!” You put your other foot up and he grins 

“You’ve got a thing for that huh?” 

“For what?” You ask, your cheeks blushing as he takes your other leg and puts it over his shoulder too

“When I cry for you… you like that don’t you?” 

You swallow thickly and look at him as he lays flat on the couch, he inches your dress up your thighs and you blink slowly 

“You like it when I beg for you… when I let you take charge…” 

You sit up fast and he pulls away, looking at you

“Do you like it?” You blurt out nervously and he smiles 

“Of course I do… if I didn’t I wouldn’t do it. Besides it’s nice, I always feel like I have to be on you know? Like I need to take care of everyone… it’s nice to just relax with you sometimes and you know… be taken care of” 

“What else do you like?” You ask and scoot forward now and his cheeks flush 

“I- I mean-“

“We don’t have to get crazy in-depth… that’ll come with time… but okay just tell me one thing you like” 

He thinks for a moment, flopping back on the couch and sighing 

“Somethingggg… that I like…” 

You climb into his lap and look down at him and he puts his hands on your hips 

“I like you” He blushes and you giggle “And I guess I like the way your pussy sucks my fingers in, makes me wanna stuff you full of my cock and see how much you can take… I know you definitely gave me a size kink baby doll”

Your cheeks flush deeply and he reaches up, rubbing your warm cheek with the back of his finger

“Wanna watch you ride me some time too, see if you can even fully sit on me”

“Is that a challenge?” You ask, tilting your head and he smirks 

“Maybe… tell me this… we kind of mess around constantly… Are you okay with that? I don’t want to seem shallow, you know? But I do have a very healthy sexual appetite and I just want to make sure we’re on the same page” 

“You wanna know if I match your freak huh?” You wriggle your eyebrows and he snickers, swatting your thigh 

“I like messing around just as much as you do,” you tell him while crawling forward on your hands and tilting your hips. He moans softly and slides his hands over your ass 

“Did you finish earlier?” You ask sweetly and he shakes his head 

“Oh no baby that was all about you”

“Well maybe it’s time for something to be all about you instead”

Buck holds your hands as you grind on him, your clit rubbing up and down his cock. He’d all but ripped off your panties and tossed them aside before messily shoving his pants down his hips. He was in way too much of a hurry after you slowly undid his belt, he could watch you do that over and over again. 

“What’s your favorite color?” He pants as you roll your hips

“W-what?” 

“What’s your favorite color” He’s mesmerized by the way your dress manages to keep the girls where they belong but he doesn’t think it’s going to last 

“Pink. What’s yours?” 

“Red… or maybe blue!! Aquamarine? I don’t know” 

He thrusts his hips up and you gasp loudly, he grins and does it again and you glare at him 

“Your turn”

“Fuck” you moan and his eyes roll back as he feels how wet you’re getting “Okay um… u-um… oh god- what’s a bad habit you have?” 

“Jesus-“ He can feel you teasing him with your entrance, just poking a bit and he has to fight to control himself and not flip you over and fuck you through the couch 

“U-uh, uhhh I’m kinda messy I guess? Fuck if I know I can barely think” he sits up quickly, knocking you backward and opening your legs up for him 

“If you were an ice cream flavor what would you be?” He grinds against you harder, his hips thrusting faster than your teasing pace and you brace your hand on his chest, you did say this was about him after all… 

“Ah! Oh god, Buck p-please please p-“

He covers your mouth for a minute and stops for a second, smacking your clit with his heavy cock and running it between your folds, giving you both a very much-needed minute to cool down. He teases your entrance, he can feel the way you’re clenching around nothing and he's dreaming of how it would feel if you were clenching around him

“Don’t you dare finish that damn sentence. Just answer the question” 

“Strawberry”

“That is so you” 

“Just the tip? You ask sweetly, your voice is so hot and needy

“If you think for one fucking second I’m going to be able to stop at just the tip” 

“Can you just try??” You huff as you prop yourself up on your elbows and he blinks rapidly at you 

“Miss Nash! Are you trying to compromise my virtue?!” 

You toss your head back laughing and he takes the opportunity to just slide the tip in 

“Oh…my-“ he watches you as he goes a bit further, with a level of control he had no idea he even had… but it’s worth it watching you take every inch he’s giving you, and it’s not very many

He stops and you immediately whine “P-please-“

“Nope, you said just the tip and I’ve already given you a little more than that” He’s barely keeping control of himself at this point, he eases himself back out and right back in 

“Ohhh… this is dangerous” he chuckles and you giggle with him, opening your legs more 

“Sooo so dangerous” you moan softly and he thrusts into you, it’s still just that little bit, but it’s enough right now for both of you, Buck however isn't sure if it'll continue to be enough in the future.

So much for that minute to cool down. 

“It’s your turn” 

“How big are you?” You purr and he smirks, rolling over your clit with his thumb as he just barely fucks you 

“Nine? Inches. I’m not sure” 

Your mouth drops open and he’s grinning like a madman

“I promise I’ll be gentle when we go all the way” 

His thrusts are short and quick and they’re driving you insane, you just want him inside you already. You go to wrap your legs around his hips and he stops you, pushing your knees up to your chest and pinning them in place. He pulls out and you whine, trying to reach for him and he pushes your hands away 

“Do you actually want our first time to be on Eddie’s couch? Because I’ll fuckin’ do it, don’t test me” he keeps your legs up and bends forward, dragging his tongue flat over your clit and you cry out, arching your back into his mouth. He moans around your clit as he makes out with your dripping pussy smothering himself and rubbing his nose against your clit 

“Where the hell did you learn to do this so well,” you say breathlessly, rubbing your hands in his hair and pushing his head down more he looks up at you, dipping his tongue inside you and groaning softly as he fucks you with his tongue. You watch him with wide eyes, as he stares into yours, writing nasty words with his tongue and sucking on your clit. His eyes roll back at the same time as yours and he chuckles when you squirm against him

He slides his fingers inside you, forgetting this was supposed to be about him, how could he think about himself when he’s got you laid out for him, legs spread, back arched. 

“Oh my god!” 

You finish on his tongue, again. This time accidentally squirting, he fucks you hard with his fingers, they plunge in and out of you quickly as he makes you cum twice in a row. If this was truly about him, he’d make you do it over and over until your body gave out and he got to fuck you while you lay there overstimulated and incoherent

That’s the dream 

But for now, he’ll take you like this, a babbling mess, that’s reaching for his cock to make him cum all over your pussy

Buck puts on Sleeping Beauty, your favorite Princess movie and lets you curl up into his lap, he strokes your hair softly, enjoying the way it feels under his palm, the soft curls make him think of other things that are soft

Patience was never one of his strong suits, but he would be for you. Just this once.

He watches you as you watch the movie, your eyes growing heavy, your body snuggling down into his.

“Such a pretty little thing”

He whispers softly, enjoying the way your cheeks turn pink as you roll your eyes at him

“Thank you”

“Know what’s even prettier?” He trails his fingers along your arm and you look up at him, smiling sleepily

“Hm?”

“Your pussy”

“Evan Buckley!!”

His arm comes around your waist properly now and he pulls you into his lap. He puts his feet up on the coffee table and spreads your legs over his

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” he lifts the tshirt he put you in when you passed out and starts working your clit, massaging lazily, enjoying your soft little mewls as your ass grinds down onto his cock

“Next time I’m off baby girl, I’ll show you the meaning of stamina”

Eddie comes home after neither of you answer your phones, and he wasn’t worried at first but now he is a bit because he called a lot. 

He unlocks the door and peeks his head inside, the lights are off, and everything is clean… 

Oh god 

He walks slowly back to his bedroom, listening for any sort of movement from his bed. He cracks the door open and sticks his head inside with one eye closed. You’re curled up in a little ball next to Buck and you’re both passed out. You’re in one of Eddie’s T-shirts and Buck is in his basketball shorts 

Eddie approaches the bed, peeking into his trash can to see if there’s a condom or not and Buck stirs 

“Eddie? That you?” He mumbles sleepily and Eddie sets his keys down and takes his wallet from his pants 

“Yeah it’s me… what are you guys doing?” He asks hesitantly and Buck giggles before scooting over and pulling you closer to him, you sigh deeply, nuzzling your head into his chest and continuing snoring softly 

“It’s not what you think, she uh… fell asleep watching the movie and I put her in bed… got her all changed and everything. I texted Bobby from her phone to say she was sleeping over with both of us. Besides we did that on your couch”

“What did he say??” Eddie gags as he takes off his pants and shirt and tosses them to the chair in the corner of his room before crawling under the covers. He’s gonna have to burn his couch or bleach it. 

“I told him you gave her the guest room and that you and I were staying in here, even promised to lock the door” 

“That explains the very threatening text I received” he chuckles, resting his hands behind his head 

“You have a nice night?” 

“It was perfect Eddie. It really was… She’s just so beautiful, and so kind and interesting”

“Interesting huh?” Eddie climbs into bed, pulling the covers over himself and putting his hands behind his head

“Yeah! I made up this great game where…well okay it was just an easier way to get to know her let’s put it like that!”

Eddie makes a face and Buck grins widely at him, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively

“Why do I feel like this game is the reason I need to burn my couch”

“I have no idea what you mean”

Buck fawns all over you after that, excitedly telling Eddie every last detail, to the point he falls asleep telling him. Eddie smiles, tucking you both in and watching you snuggle deeper into Buck 

He’d never seen Buck so… content before. He’d been head over heels for girls before, but never like this… maybe he really was in love with you. 

You decide to stay with them for some of today too, much to Bobby’s dismay but you assure him it’s just you three being stupid and hanging out. You’ve really become the three musketeers since you came here 

He still doesn’t like how much you hang out with them

Athena listens to his daily breakfast rants about how he loves those boys more than anything and he loves you even more than that but he’s just got this weird feeling in his gut that something is going on 

“You should really go to lunch with Bobby,” Eddie says as he sets up the karaoke machine, you’re cuddled in Buck’s lap playing on his phone 

“I know…I’ll text him later to see if he wants to” 

Buck takes his phone from you and you whine, reaching for it 

“No. Text him now” 

You pout, making your eyes as sweet and wide as you can and he crumbles, handing you back his phone 

“You are soooo easy” Eddie snatches the phone from your hands and hands you yours 

“Text him” 

“Hey!” Buck watches you text Bobby and shakes your shoulders 

“How come you listen to him!!” 

“Because I can’t kiss him into letting me have my way” 

“Gotta learn to say no buddy” Eddie hands him the mic and he sets you aside on the couch 

“Your moms gotta learn to say no”

“What” 

He scrolls through the songs on his phone before picking one. He turns around to face the wall and Eddie rolls his eyes 

“Alright we’re going to lunch and I’m spending the afternoon with him!” You lock your phone and toss it aside 

“Where are you guys going?” 

“Olive Garden” 

“Bring us breadsticks,” Buck says as he hits play. 

Buck is the most dramatic man you’ve ever met in your life. He does a whole weird ballet jump as he spins around and starts singing 

“What did you do??” Eddie asks you as Buck sings into the microphone 

“I didn’t do shit” You laugh as he sings “That Should Be Me” by Justin Bieber. He’s giving it his all. This is karaoke, he doesn’t play okay. 

“Are you sure??” Eddie asks again and you cover your mouth trying to keep from laughing more as you fall into him, your body shaking. Buck is on his knees now, crawling to you and you wheeze, as he puts his hand on Eddie’s face and shoves him away. He goes rolling over and you fall back on the couch trying to breathe but nothing is coming out 

Buck finishes his song by laying out flat on the floor and scream-singing and you and Eddie lose it, there’s no damn reason for him to be like this but he just is and you both love him for it 

“So anyway it’s your turn,” Buck says, handing you the mic and you snatch it from his hands 

“Oh? I’m just supposed to go next after that??” 

“Well if you don’t think you can beat me…” he taunts you and you smirk wickedly 

“Oh it’s on, Buckley” 

You scroll through your phone for a minute before staring right at him and he raises an eyebrow. You queue up the song and stand in front of them, putting your hands on your hips. 

Peacock by Katy Perry does not start subtly. 

As soon as you point at Buck and start singing, his face immediately flushes a deep red and you grin evilly. Eddie’s mouth drops open and Buck slaps at him when he starts laughing

You shake your hips doing a little dance to the song and Buck hides his face in his hands 

“Jesus Christ Y/N” he laughs, as he blushes and you dig through the box, grabbing the second mic and tossing it to Eddie 

“No!! No, absolutely not!” Buck tries to yank it from him but he shoves him off, getting up and taking your hand and spinning you around. You and Eddie dance in sync, shaking your hips and doing little shimmies and Buck rolls over onto the couch, screaming into the pillow and curling into a ball  

“You got the finest architecture” Eddie sings and you wheeze into the mic as you try to keep singing 

“End of the rainbow-looking treasure” You fall to your knees and Eddie yanks the pillow from under Buck 

“Such a sight to see” 

You crawl over to Buck and climb onto him, sitting on his back 

“And it’s all for me”

You and Eddie finish the song together and Buck lies dead on the couch as you and Eddie laugh at him 

“I’m never doing karaoke again!!” His voice comes out muffled as he tries to smother himself in the couch cushion and you wiggle on him 

“Oh come on!! At least the song is true!!” 

“Oh my god” Eddie snorts and Buck groans louder 

“Y/N!!!” 

“Oh come on! It is!!! I nearly passed out the first time you-“

Buck knocks you off of him and you crumple to the floor, he drags himself off the couch and covers your mouth as fast as he possibly can. Eddie’s mouth drops open and he stares at Buck 

“Bro! Bro?!?!!!” He gestures and Buck shakes his head 

“It’s not what you think!!!” 

“You fucked Bobby’s niece?!” 

“Hey!!! You know your rule!! It's, you know, not really sex if you don’t put it in!!!” 

You lick Buck’s hand and he yanks it away 

“Ew!!!”

“Does just the tip count in that rule?” You ask Eddie and you don’t think his mouth could open any wider but it does. He slaps his hands on the side of his face and spins in a ridiculous circle making weird robot noises 

“I can’t even comprehend what the fuck you just asked me!!!” 

“Good! Let’s drop it!!” Buck says quickly and Eddie points two fingers at him 

“You didn’t tell me you put the fucking tip in!!! Did you!??-” He makes a weird jacking-off motion and you fall backward crying with laughter 

“I mean?!!!” 

Everyone is yelling at this point, he’s so sure his neighbors can hear it 

“You what?!?!!!” Eddie screams and Buck gets off the floor, tugging on his hair 

“I just kinda?!?!!! I- okay!! Okay!! It was just the tip and it wasn’t even that much okay like I just you know thrust in her a few times, teased her, and then pulled out!!”

“You came in me though, remember? When I was jacking you off-“

“This is so fucking graphic” Eddie mumbles 

“I put the tip back inside!! You called me your-“

“Don’t!!”

“Cream pie slut!” 

Eddie just full-on screams at that, he pretends to faint on the couch and Buck goes running back to Eddie’s bedroom and locks himself in 

“He called you his what?!” Eddie can’t even yell anymore; he's sure he’s broken his throat at this point. He rolls off the couch and right onto you, smooshing you against the floor 

“Ow!! Hey!! Get your phat butt off of me!!” 

“P-h-a-t or F-a-t” Eddie asks 

“P-H” Bucks yells through the bedroom door and Eddie rolls off of you, snorting and giggling 

Buck and Eddie drop you back off at Athena’s around one. You hug them both tightly, nuzzling into Buck a little more, and kiss their cheeks 

“I’ll see you guys later!” You hop out of the car and they both wave 

“Bye baby” Buck pouts and you pout back 

Eddie gets out and takes the front seat, ruffling your hair before he gets in “Go on before you idiots get caught. Bye sweet pea”

“Hey, honey!” Bobby is at the kitchen table with Harry as you walk in, you come down and kiss the top of his head and slap your hand on Harry’s head. He shoves your hand away and you snort 

“Hi Bobby, Harry” you bat your eyelashes “My bestest friend in the entire world” 

“Do you bother your boyfriend this much” he rolls his eyes and you freeze up, Bobby laughs and you back up a bit behind him and go digging in your mini backpack 

“She doesn’t have a boyfriend” Bobby smiles and pats his arm and Harry looks at you confused, you pull out $50 from your wallet and zip your lips 

“Oh… yeah I just wanted someone to remind her she’s forever alone,” He says quickly and Bobby laughs loudly 

“That’s not nice!” 

“You didn’t have to laugh that hard!” You slap his arm “I’m gonna go change and then we can go… Harry, I have that uh… deodorant you asked me to pick up. You wanna put it in your room? I don’t wanna go in there…” 

He gets up and you two race up to May’s bedroom. You slam the door shut and May shrieks. You shove the $50 in his hand and point a finger at him 

“Alright, start talking. How the heck did you know?!”

“How did he know what??” May asks as she shuts her notebook 

“Is it Buck or Eddie?” Harry crosses his arms over his chest “I’m like 90% sure it’s Buck” 

You groan loudly and flop down onto your bed 

“I knew it was him!!!” 

“How?!” You and May shout and then shush each other 

“I overheard Mom on the phone talking to Maddie, she asked if she’d seen much of Buck lately and she said no because he was spending all his time with some girl”

Your mouth drops open “Maddie doesn’t know?!” 

“I guess not, mom didn’t say anything”

“So how did you know??” May asks 

“I saw him sneaking out of our house one night” 

“You have him in here when I’m asleep?!” May launches her pencil at you and you put your pillow in the way 

“It doesn’t happen often!!! Most times we just go hide out in the bathroom! He can’t exactly spend the night”

“So you are dating Buck?” Harry asks and you try to suffocate yourself with your pillow 

“Sort of?? He’s… not my boyfriend. We’re waiting to make it official”

“And you haven’t told Bobby because??” 

“Because he would murder Buck and burn the body,” May says and you roll over, kicking your legs 

“Please, please, please. Don’t tell on us, okay? We’ll let him know when the time is right. But right now we’re still trying to become an us” 

“What do I get out of this,” He asks and you look at him 

“Your life?” 

“200 bucks”

“That’s highway robbery!!” You lunge at him and he dodges 

“It’s that or I tell him right now!!! Oh, Bobby!!!” He shouts and you run to your bag, grabbing another $50 

“You little-“ you mumble and put it in his hands, May sighs and grabs her money jar, pulling out two more $50s 

“You don’t-“ 

“If you think for one second he isn’t going to start blackmailing me too” 

“Ladies, I know absolutely nothing about anything” He does a little bow and you and May both throw him out 

“Hey? Everything okay?” Bobby peeks around the corner and all three of you stare at him 

“We’re good!!” You say and May and Harry nod along 

“Okay…. Sure…” Oh, he’s not buying it at all but he lets it go. “Hurry up and get changed sweetheart and we’ll go!” 

“Okay, Uncle Bobby!” You run back into the room and rummage through your half of the closet 

“Harry won’t say anything,” May says as she leans against the wall next to the closet 

“You think so?” You wriggle into a pair of high-waisted shorts, jumping to get into them and she laughs at you 

“Yes I think so, he may be a brat sometimes… but I trust him” You pull on a cute pink cropped tank top and change into your white sneakers 

“Alright, do I look cute enough to not be hiding a boyfriend??” You do a little spin and she giggles 

“You look adorable! Anddd you know who else would think that?” You tie your hair back with a white bow and May snaps a picture of you applying your lipgloss. You roll your eyes at her 

“Don’t you dare se-“ you look down at your phone as it starts ringing. 

“Hi Buck, Hi Eddie” 

Buck is driving as Eddie holds up the phone for them 

“Which Olive Garden are you going to?” Buck asks, looking over at you for a second, his cheeks flush and you smile 

“I’m not sure, whichever Bobby goes to I guess? I don’t exactly crazy know the area…” 

“It’s the one he always goes to, Buck,” May says and your mouth drops open at her betrayal 

“Stay just like that baby I’ll meet you there” he winks and Eddie starts hitting him as he laughs his ass off 

“Goodbye, dumbass!!” You say in a singsong voice as you hang up 

“What is he about to do” you sigh and May shrugs 

“No idea! But it’s probably going to get him in trouble” 

P.S Imma edit this later Imma be so real its been a long week lmaoooo

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please help my brain is filled with fuma . fuma this fuma that oh fuma has really nice thighs wow look at fumas arms yum . please spare lil ol me some fuma hard thoughts ty 😇🤲

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First of alllll, the goddamn thighs. We know this mans trynna fully buff out his entire body - Mans a gym freak - but having a thicc thigh does becomes useful when you two would get lazy. He'd pull you onto his lap and tenses his thighs up while you grind across the veiny meaty surface. Will play with your clit while you get yourself off on him and he'll sometimes even pull out his phone to record your movements and use that later to masturbate to

He might unintentionally trap you under him whenever he pounds you from behind into the mattress. He just couldn't help but let his entire thought process and muscle tension fly away when he felt your melting walls. Not only does he hit deep but his pace is really really fast too. You'll feel like you're constantly being punched in your pussy by a fast-paced piston

Even before we go onto his dick, his fingers along are thick enough. Just the way only two of his digits would feel like having four normal human fingers in your pussy. And this mans has a habit to shove his slime-covered fingers into your ass when he pounds you too. Well hook two of his fingers in your virgin asshole and start to drag you up and down on his cock from the hook alone

When you make him jealous or mad, he'll instantly throw you straight at a wall, and in no time his hands will be around your tiny neck, squeezing shut and cutting off your air ways. Oh yea am i forgetting to mention that his huge monster cock is already in you by this time. Will lift you up off of the ground with his hand on his neck and then leave you hanging mid-air, back pinned to the wall, while the only conditions holding you up and halting you from falling straight to the floor; are his hands that are now choking your neck, and his cock that seems to be acting as a plug and a stand at the same time. Well make sure to leave a reddish-brown bruise around your neck from his extreme choking - "oh honey you got the most beautiful collar around your neck right now, you know that?" - an angry sarcastic underlying tone in his voice. And then he'll let go - oh - but only of the hands around your neck. Who said he'd put you down his cock? You're gonna stay plugged up for him for hours on end, hanging on his dick, breaking on it like a whore. He's an angel but he can be satan when you make him mad alright (Full version of this specific statement shall be coming out soon because gurl i think writing this just triggered something in me)

Hair pulling when he's pounding into you from the back 100% Sometimes he does get carried away a lot and might ended up being a little too rough considering his strength too and so y'all would set up a safe word, NOT FOR THE SEX. BUT FOR THE HAIR PULLING EXCLUSIVELY. LMFAO

Also one more thing, I could see Fuma as someone who would get so carried away when it comes to eating you out. Like he just gets soooo pussy drunk and he's so into it that he completely forgets about his entire surroundings and ended up going at it for hours on end. You can't even deny it because your hands and legs are all weighed down by his harsh grip and body weight. And your mouth practically doesn't work at this point because you're too high from the feeling and the several consecutive orgasms to the point that you're on the verge of passing out and is letting out soft incoherent babblings. The session might end with Fuma finally snapping out of it after his full-course-meal between your legs and realising you've passed out from the orgasms

LMFAO THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT FOR TODAY ANON! AND HERE'S AN EXTRA GIFT FOR YOU ↴

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Which of the creepypastas would be okay with an asexual s/o?

Creepypastas w/ an ace!reader!

yahoo!! sorry for taking so long to get to this!! i kinda had a small lil slump for a few days but im back!! sorry for any typos or if these seem... bllluguuguh!!! im still trying to get through that lil slump so my brains still a lil... boo!!! obligatory these are with characters that i think would be compatible with an ace reader so this isnt going to follow my base/go to list of characters! a lot of these are going to dip into admins experience as someone on the ace spectrum (asexual/aegosexual!) reader is written as vague ace identity but like. mostly involved to be ace. admittedly this leans more into most of this being ace hcs since i think for the most part they dont care/dont find issue with your identity

Characters: Slenderman, Trenderman, Eyeless Jack, Masky

CWs: mentions of sex but like. nothing too bad mostly just vague sex drives and that sort of thing, really!

Slenderman;

honestly i think he might be on the ace spectrum, or maybe thats because i dont think he really knows what sex /is/

okay well he does know what it is but he only understands it on a surface level, but otherwise he doesnt really care much for it in an everyday setting

yeah i think hes on the spectrum; i also think he might be on the aro spectrum!

only really initiates intimacy if you want it (reminder that not all aces dont have sex! attraction stuff is the main thing) but otherwise i would write him the same way as i do with a non-asexual reader!

extra headannon since his is kinda short but really hes probably the most supportive out of any creepypasta simply because i like to write him as this entity that doesnt interact much with others but is still. curious. this man does not know what lgbtphobia is (and thinks its dumb when he does find out!)

Trenderman;

very similar with slenderman but more in tuned with identity stuff and things like that

personally i hc him to be greysexual, or demisexual! i think trender is like. the only one out of the 3 brothers (that i claim) that i dont see being ready to get down and dirty? like unlike slender he KNOWS what it is and understands attraction and all that but just doesnt. feel it

so he gets it! he interacts with people more than slender but like. not openly, i mean like not as himsef?! this is kind of a side tangent but i like to think that slender beings can create false human bodies and trender is the main one who uses it

anyways! im kind of getting off topic

he understands the stigma and hate ace people can get so out of the four characters today i think he would be the most likely to offer an ear when youre getting flack

i wish i had more for trender as well but this is genuinely the first time ive written for him so im still all OWOWOOOUGH!! with how i wanna portray him

speaking of i need to do like a catch up post for him, and some other characters so i might do that soon^^

Eyeless Jack;

okay so! the two above characters are fine with it because theyre on the spectrum above but i feel like eyeless jack just outright doesnt care if your ace or not since he has a fairly low sex drive 99% of the time

sappy man, one of those "i prefer people based on their personality rather than their looks" but not in the "im so deep for this and im lying through my teeth" way i (personally) see people say (school was ROUGH man) but in a "im literally turning into a monster my skin is fucking blue and starting to rot i have no place to say anything" way

anyways

he adores you so so much and he really feels like he doesnt deserve you, bro could not care

probably tries to find flowers around his cabin that make up the ace flag/which ever flag you use

though im not sure how many grey flowers there are... hes trying his best!

Masky;

similar to eyeless jack he has a low sex drive imo so it isnt too much of a big deal to him, plus i think hes graysexual? at least i feel like he would if he knew about the label

i think asides slender and trender, he doesnt know much about this sort of thing so youre probably going to explain it to him

he mostly gets it! he gets things mixed up but hes trying his best!

overall supportive bf!! probably steals a pride pin from somewhere (dont ask)

imagine he grabs the wrong pin/j

wweoeoeohh! i hope this post is okay! admittedly i wasnt sure how this was going to turn out since, as stated above, i feel that a lot of the characters wouldnt mind/are on the spectrum themselves im not gonna lie this couldve been better but im so out of it rn that my brain is all scattered n stuff :( regardless i hope this is sufficient, and once again im so sorry for the wait TToTT