#my allergies are acting up so badly but i will love him nonetheless

[bunmuffin]

Show us the dog!

Derp photos be upon yee. The dog of the booty cameo from my last pic. He's my friend's dog. His name is Cairo. He's the best boy

[yikesevenworse]

jjpope season 2 breakdown!! woohoo!!

While I think season 2 really watered down the jjpope dynamic (platonic and romantic) their scenes together are largely important nonetheless- less content but still fed. a little malnourished, but still surviving

the standout scene of jjpope season 2 for me is when pope has an allergy attack and falls unresponsive after being attacked by wasps (episodes 8 & 9) and every moment leading up to this as well- pope climbing the church wall, finding the cross, falling from the beam, the cross almost falling, etc. those sequences are jam-packed full of jjpope.

but the way jj reacts to pope not waking up was honestly startling and made the scene more emotional. you could feel JJ’s panic through the screen, he looked close to tears it was so suspenseful. the other characters reactions, including kiara didn’t come close to his.

I feel like that scene is a little self explanatory, so I’ll move on to the next and most forgotten scene. when pope watches and comprehends the grave being defaced, this was easily one of the most heartbreaking scenes in the show. also as a character, pope does speak out his feelings and what he’s thinking which make it hurt even more. while both JJ and Kiara are comforting him, JJ was watching Pope and you can see that if you rewatch that entire scene (ep. 8).

in my s1 breakdown I talked about how the characters look for comfort, and it’s even more obvious in s2 that JJ looks for physical comfort as that is the love he gives. physical touch and words of affirmation are big for JJ. he is constantly watching, hugging, and telling pope to trust him or that he loves him. these are group hugs, but pope seems to gravitate toward JJ a lot as that’s who he’s physically more comfortable with. (this happens in every group hug).

Pope’s primary love language is more of acts of service I believe, but when he isn’t sober, he’s all over JJ. Pope expresses his love like he’s afraid it’s going to hurt him.

there’s also this, the scene where JJ comes up with the mock key plan and Pope is so proud of him, JJ also blushes and seems very flustered. This is main s2 proof that JJ’s crush is not unrequited as most think it is, it’s just that Pope expresses his appreciation very differently and less loud. Pope is shy and quiet with his love whereas JJ yells it for the world to hear.

And of course, we have the overly protective type beat that JJ does every single episode. I feel like these are pretty self explanatory.

another big scene is when that racist guy comes to take the real key from Pope and JJ continuously tries to put himself between the two of them. When Pope almost doesn’t give up the key and the man is threatening his life, JJ’s expression almost looks pleading (ep. 7)

Afterward when the man is gone with Pope’s key and Pope leaves the gathering in tears, the camera focuses on JJ looking hopeless like he doesn’t know what to say or how to comfort Pope. It’s an interesting cinematic choice considering that JJ and Pope canonically are not a couple, and it kind of reminds me of when Ward ‘dies’ and the camera shifts from Sarah to John B.

JJ looks like he wants to ease Pope’s hurt so badly, he just doesn’t know how this time.

Over all I think that despite the lack of scenes, these are significant to their relationship and does give more insight on the characters. I do think the writers made them bicker and yell at each other more to establish that ‘friendly’ kind of connection, but this could honestly be interpreted as the two of them butting heads because they don’t know what to do with the jealousy, the anger and the tension build up between them. I think some of the dialogue was very inconsistent (ex. Pope snapping about JJ’s abusive dad, JJ blaming Pope for dropping the camera, etc.).

Also, I do tend to mention JJ more in these posts because he’s very easy to read, he has his heart on his sleeve 24/7 and Pope does not.

+ jjpope canonically hanging out with each other at parties and bonfires again, almost death trope, jealousy trope, jj telling pope he loves him- I’d say that it’s not looking too bad depending on where the writers are going.

* I personally think it would be uncharacteristic to have jj and Kiara date now just because jj wouldn’t do that knowing pope liked her. jj wouldn’t jeopardize his friendships with either of them.

[redhoodieone]

Fucking Perfect

A/N: Hey, y’all!!! Here’s another fic that was actually a request from @jasontoddslut. I hope you all enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language, violence, and smut!

It wasn’t that late. With a DVD and a large free pepperoni pizza in hand (the pizza was actually a “thank you” from a local pizza owner after Jason saved his life), Jason couldn’t help but keep smiling underneath his red helmet as he drove to his and Danielle’s home. They were supposed to have a night in; no distractions, no interruptions, and no patrolling, for him at least.

But Bruce had called him for help last minute around 9:00 because Joker decided to break out of Arkham Asylum with every other inmate, from Harley Quinn to Scarecrow. To say the mission was bizarre as hell wouldn’t be exaggerating. Jason and Dick laughed their asses off the entire night because it was like a high school reunion for all of Gotham’s villains. Even Bruce couldn’t help but grin a little when he saw the Riddler and Penguin link arms and skip down the street behind Bane, Two Face, Mr. Freeze, and Killer Croc.

It was one hilarious but memorable sight.

But now all Jason could think about was getting back home to Danielle as he speeds down the streets on his bike from Arkham while holding the box of pizza and DVD. Just thinking about a hot shower, cuddling with Danielle on the couch under a fluffy blanket, and just falling asleep in the comfort of their home makes him consider giving up the vigilante life sometimes.

He wondered what his life would be like not being everyone’s hero.

No more subtle or dangerous injuries. Staying in bed the entire night. Having the ability to go here and there and do everything normal like others. Maybe even settling down somewhere in the countryside, where he can finally retain his own property, perhaps build himself his own auto salvage business where he’ll specialize in fixing and rebuilding expensive, fast cars and bikes.

Having something to call his own has always been a secret dream of his. Only Y/N knows all that.

Jason could just see it now: waking up early to see the beautiful sunrise from the safety on the ground, arm wrapped protectively around his wife, who would be pregnant with their child...

He initially tenses up at that particular thought. Jason has never even spoken about his desire to have kids. Hell, he has always boasted about hating kids; often complaining about them being bratty, loud, and just being unbearable little shits.

Jason even pretends to despise Dick and Barbara’s five-year-old son, Tommy, just because he enjoys pissing them off. But in all honesty, Jason loves his nephew and knows damn well that if anything were to happen to Tommy...Jason would fucking kill them in a heartbeat.

Fuck, even Barbara gets on Jason’s ass about when he’s finally going to settle down and have kids of his own. She and Dick make the normal, perfect life look easy. They were brave and strong enough to walk away from the vigilante life, only promising Bruce that they’ll help him every now and then and only for big emergencies.

Jason couldn’t believe it at first. Dick and Barbara just happily moved to a safe, typical suburban but luxurious home far away from Gotham. They made it look so effortless and picture-perfect.

With Dick and Barbara gone, all Jason has is Tim and Damian around. Which isn’t much considering they have their own lives.

And Jason used to have Y/N, his best friend.

Before Jason’s thoughts could consume him more, he pulls up to the private parking garage at his penthouse. After he parks his bike, he climbs off and removes his red helmet; quickly inhaling air after sweating so much. Holding the helmet underneath his left arm, he carries the pizza and DVD and heads to the elevator.

He sighs heavily; his back hurts like fuck after being thrown around a lot from Killer Croc. He wonders if it would be completely sexist or just entirely fucked up if he asks Danielle for a backrub.

We’ve been together for two years. She knows my line of work, and if she really loves me, she’ll give me an all-body massage...and besides...this is the first time I’m asking for one anyways, he thinks to himself.

The elevator dings and opens for him; revealing the private floor that is his, courtesy of Bruce. If it weren’t for Bruce, Jason wouldn’t have the luxury of such a private and quiet place to call home. Bruce owns the entire building, mostly business associates and employees live and stay here anyways.

Jason walks to the door and opens it; is actually quite stunned that it’s unlocked. Mostly because he’s OCD about that, even if this floor and this entire building is private, Jason still likes to take precaution.

The guy fucking grew up on the streets and has seen and done bad things. Really bad. But he’s not like that anymore. Oh, no he’s not. Now, Jason lives by his new principles, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a badass anymore or is violent by nature. He is still Jason Todd.

Stepping inside his penthouse, Jason kicks the front door shut with his heavy boot and sets the pizza and DVD on the entryway table. He puts his helmet back on and quickly pulls a gun from his thigh holster. Jason takes this seriously, just as with any mission or recon.

He quietly goes down the hallway, immediately notices their bedroom door is cracked open and a light is on. He raises his gun and says...

Fuck it. I’m going in with my gun. Hope this all ends well with no blood.

Jason kicks open the bedroom door and has the most fucked up, perfect view of his girlfriend, Danielle, in bed with another man; a man who is on top of her, fucking her underneath the covers, IN THEIR BED!!!!!

Danielle gasps in surprise. “Jason! What-what are you doing home so early?!” she panics. She sits up and pushes the man off of her. Her tits are on display, after the blanket falls from her chest.

The male brunette is shocked at seeing Jason. The naked man uses the sheet to hide his lower body. Jason thinks this guy is a fucking tool. He’s shaking badly, and he’s sputtering like an idiot.

“Oh, oh God! This is Jason? You’re with fucking Red Hood? Oh, my God...OH, MY GOD! This guy is gonna kill me, Dani! He-he has a fucking gun in his hand! I’m gonna fucking die!” the man cries out.

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN FUCKING MOUTH, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Jason yells from underneath his helmet. The voice changer that’s built into his helmet makes him sound more dark...even demonic. But Jason could care less about anything and everything right now. All he can think about is beating the shit out of this guy. “WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!”

Danielle runs a hand through her messy long red hair, and sniffles. She’s actually...crying?

“This is Paul-”

“Don’t fucking tell him my name! Jesus Christ! Are you trying to get me killed?!”

Jason aims his gun and shoots near Paul’s head. The loud, piercing sound fills the room. The bullet hits the wall, but nonetheless scares the shit out of Paul.

Paul covers his eyes and cries. “Of fuck...please don’t kill me. Oh God, please don’t...”

Jason removes his helmet in anger and throws it down. His green eyes are already red-rimmed. He won’t admit he’s crying...God no...his allergies must be acting up.

“So, what the fuck, Dani? You’re seriously sleeping with someone else?” Jason asks, rhetorically of course. “In our house...underneath our covers...in our bed?!”

“Jason, please. I-I didn’t want you to find out this way,” Dani says.

“But you wanted me to find out?” Jason snaps, suddenly moves closer to the bed. Paul moves backwards away from him. “You wanted me to find out, but just not this way? JESUS CHRIST, DANI! What the fuck were you thinking?! Why the hell would you do this to me, after everything we’ve fucking been through!”

“Because you weren’t here! You weren’t here tonight!” Dani yells.

“What the hell does that mean? You decided to cheat on me because I WASN’T HERE TONIGHT?!”

Paul slowly stands up with the sheet. “Maybe I should leave...” he mumbles.

“How about I show you the way out, BUDDY?!” Jason spits out. He grabs Paul’s throat and drags him across the bedroom.

“DON’T HURT HIM! PLEASE DON’T HURT HIM, JASON!” Dani cries out.

Jason was seeing red. He couldn’t see or think straight at all. With a huff, Jason slams Paul down to the floor and drops down to beat the fucking shit out of Paul. His fist keeps coming down hard and fast, and he definitely ignores Paul crying, pleading for him to stop. Jason even ignores the sight of a lot of blood and bones cracking underneath his punches.

“STOP IT! JASON, STOP HURTING HIM, PLEASE!” Dani screams in horror, pulling Jason back by grabbing his leather jacket.

When Jason finally stops, he realizes Paul’s face is almost disfigured because of the blood and swelling, but he doesn’t care. At all.

Jason shoves Dani away from him and glares down at Paul. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Paul. You’re not going to open your fucking mouth. You’re not going to tell anyone about my home. You’re not going to tell anyone about me. Your injuries? You’re going to tell everyone you got your pansy, white ass jumped in an alley and that you obviously lost the fight. And you’re going to walk out of here naked. You’re not going to look at Dani, not talk to her, not even think about her, you’re just going leave. NOW.”

“B-but what about my-my clothes?” Paul stutters.

Jason quickly collects all of Paul’s clothes and opens his bedroom window. He pulls out his lighter and lights the clothes on fire. Jason drops them over the railing. “You don’t need them. After fucking my girlfriend in my home and in my bed, you bet your homewrecking sweet ass that you’ll be walking home in nothing but shame and remorse. Now, get the fuck out of my house before I break your legs next.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry, sir. No one will ever know about this,” Paul rambles on as he struggles to stand up. Once he does, he quickly leaves the bedroom but not before mumbling. “Why couldn’t she date Green Lantern or-or Batman. Wait! Not Batman! Anyone but Batman and Red Hood!”

As the front door slams shut, Jason turns to face his naked girlfriend, Dani. He feels his chest tighten, causing a pain he hasn’t felt since he was a kid and lost his mother and home. He wants to cry in front of her, maybe even scream at her, but all the anger he felt before is gone now. Jason’s only left with a sense of sadness and he doesn’t even know what to do about it.

The silence is killing them. He’s no fool. He can see she’s trying to hold herself together but is failing immensely because she’s looking up at him with those sad, puppy dog eyes.

But a thought quickly crosses his mind: only Y/N’s puppy dog eyes make him give into her. Every time. Y/N’s Y/C/E eyes weakens him, and he always wants to please her when she looks at him.

But Dani’s eyes don’t. There’s no sense of comfort and warmth in them like Y/N’s.

“I’m...I’m so sorry, Jay,” Dani begins.

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore,” Jason interrupts angrily. He doesn’t even know why she’s apologizing. He knows he can’t forgive her. He won’t forgive her.

Dani scoffs. “You can’t seriously be pissed off at me. You’ve fucking cheated before. You’ve slept around like Bruce does. You can’t fucking hold this against me! I gave you a chance!”

“You’re forgetting that I used to do that!” Jason yells. He runs a hand through his messy dark hair and growls under his breath. He needs someone to calm him down. He needs someone to tell him everything’s going to be all right. He needs the comfort and warmth only one person has: Y/N. Jason realizes he needs her now more than ever, and that scares him a bit. “I haven’t done any of that shit since we’ve been together. The second I realized that I was in love with you, I changed. I changed because I wanted to be with you! And you bringing up my past to try to justify your actions is fucking wrong, Dani.”

“Cry me a fucking river, Jason,” Dani spits out.

“Nope. Not this time. Get the fuck out of my house.”

Dani doesn’t put up a fight. She gets dressed, packs a bag of her things, and tells Jason she’ll be back for the rest later. She does glance at him one last time before she walks out though.

“The thing is...I needed my boyfriend, not a hero.”

The door slams shut, leaving Jason frozen in place. The silence is deadly; he can feel his thoughts racing and screaming loud in his head.

He needs Y/N.

Jason needs his best friend.

Tears force themselves out his eyes as he calls Y/N.

“Hello?”

Jason pauses, and he wonders if he’s making a mistake. Maybe she won’t come. He hasn’t been a particularly good friend to her lately. “Y/N, I need you. I...need you, please...”

“I’m on my way.”

Jason knew he was in deep shit after he finished off a new bottle of whiskey before Y/N came over. He couldn’t help himself. After he hanged up with her, he ripped off his costume and stripped down to nothing but his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, even after lowering the thermostat to 62 degrees.

Perhaps the end of his real first serious relationship was suffocating him mentally and physically. He’s never lived with a girlfriend before either.

He was about to open a new bottle of whiskey just as the front door opens and closes.

“Jason?” Y/N calls out.

Jason whips around fast and grins. He’s buzzed, but not quite drunk yet. “Y/N!”

Y/N is stunned to see Jason in nothing but his underwear as he runs to her and embraces her hard. She stumbles back a bit, but he captures her easily to steady her and holds her tightly to his chest.

“You’re soaked...and cold,”

“It’s raining outside like it always does,” Y/N giggles and gently pushes Jason back a bit. “Let me take off my coat and get warmed up.”

Jason allows her, watches intently when Y/N takes off her raincoat. She’s wearing her black and red plaid pajama pants and a Metallica t-shirt he’s positive she stole from him. She kicks off her booties and displays her light blue fuzzy socks he adores.

Jason knew Y/N had to have been in bed when he called, but she came anyway. She always comes to him because she’s always there for him.

She’s always been here for me, hasn’t she? Why haven’t I seen it before? He thinks to himself.

Y/N smiles softly and reaches a hand out to Jason. He takes it, almost hypnotized by how he does anything she wants. She leads them to the couch, but not before she sees the pizza box and DVD on the entryway table. She raises an eyebrow at him.

“That...was my failed attempt at romance tonight,” Jason admits sheepishly.

Y/N shakes her head, but still smiles. “It doesn’t have to go to waste. We can eat the pizza and watch the movie, right? I mean...only if you want to, of course,” she says.

“Only with you, sweetheart.”

Y/N releases his hand and quickly grabs the pizza and movie. She meets him in the living room where Jason’s already sitting down. She smiles and puts the DVD on. But before she sits beside him, she heads over to the kitchen. She returns with two cans of soda and napkins.

Jason looks down when her soft, small hand reaches out to him...only to take away the unopened bottle of whiskey. “No more tonight...please.”

He can’t help but nod his head. She’s right, he’s had enough to drink. He can’t numb his feelings and thoughts anymore. That’s why when Jason starts crying, he doesn’t feel embarrassment or anything. Y/N’s seen him at his best and worst; and she’s still here no matter what.

The movie is playing, but they’re not watching it. Jason can’t even hear it. When he looks up to see why, he can only see Y/N looking at him.

She doesn’t ask why he’s crying. Jason knows Y/N’s caring nature is all about comfort and understanding. That’s why he doesn’t move or say anything when she scoots closer to hug him. The second she wraps her arms around his neck, he cries freely. He embraces her; allows her scent of cinnamon and sandalwood calm him down.

Jesus Christ...has she always smelled so good? Fuck...this perfume is making me hard right now. Jason shamelessly thinks to himself.

“It’s okay, Jay. What you’re feeling right now, it’s not forever. You won’t feel like this again anytime soon. I promise,” Y/N whispers. She runs her hand through his hair. “I’ll always be here for you. Always and forever.”

Jason opens his eyes and pulls back to see Y/N. Clarity finally hits him. His heart beats faster when he looks down to her soft lips and back up to those puppy dog eyes, that he loves so much. She looks back at him with the same intensity, he wonders if she recognizes what he’s just realized.

“You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?” Jason whispers.

Y/N smiles as she runs both her hands up and down Jason’s chest. “It took you long enough to see it,” she answers.

“I’m a fucking idiot,” he says, nodding his head in agreement.

“No, no you just made a mistake and now you’re going to give me what we both deserve,” Y/N says softly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jason finally kisses Y/N. He wanted to slam his lips against hers, but he knew she deserved better than that. He takes his time and allows their mouths to move together, so they can really feel each other. But the second Y/N opens her mouth for more, Jason can’t say no and deny her that.

He tastes her as thoroughly as he can, but he wants more. He pulls away and asks her with his eyes. When she nods her head, he gently pushes her back onto the couch and climbs on top of her so their pelvis’ touch appropriately.

“I would take you to my bed, but I have to burn it because it’s seriously fucked up, doll,” Jason says in between his kisses. “Another man’s cum is stained all over my blankets...in case that’s not clear enough, Dani cheated on me.”

Y/N caresses Jason’s cheek and gently smiles at him. He was expecting her to cuss about Dani or get uncomfortable about talking about what happened, but Y/N did neither of those things. Her eyes said it all.

“It’s okay,” Y/N whispers. She leans up a bit to kiss him. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jason closes his eyes and sighs. Y/N was here, and she’s not going anywhere. And that’s all his heart needs to move forward.

When he opens his eyes, Y/N sits up a bit to take off her t-shirt. She’s braless. Jason’s sharp intake of breath is evident when he can’t take his emerald, green eyes off her perfect tits. Jason helps her remove her pajama pants, along with her panties and socks.

His cock is painfully hard in his underwear. Seeing Y/N’s naked body underneath his is giving him all sorts of naughty ideas, but he knows what he really needs right now.

Y/N knows, too. She bites her bottom lip and pushes down Jason’s underwear, revealing his hard cock. She briefly takes in how thick his dick is and how delicious the precum is smeared across the head.

“I promise I’ll take my time learning what you taste like and what makes you cum. I just...I just need to feel...” Jason struggles out, but when Y/N touches his chest, he inhales deeply. “I need to feel warm. I need to feel...you.”

Y/N nods and looks deep into Jason’s eyes. “Feel me, Jay. I want you to feel all of me.”

Jason bravely pushes his cock inside Y/N’s pussy. He closes his eyes and breathes hard. She was everything he was hoping for. He loved the way her walls were tight, warm, and wet. He lowers his forehead to hers and he bathes in the way she moans. Jason pulls back a bit to look down at her; he smiles at the way she bites her bottom lip and throws her head back.

“Fuck...Jay move, please,” Y/N moans.

He’s more than thrilled to do her request, especially when she moans out his nickname only she can call him.

Jason moves his hips. His cock shifts in and out of her steadily before he thrusts deeper. Y/N wraps her arms around him and meets his thrusts so his cock can hit her g-spot. Jason was proud at that moment for having a cock shaped well enough to hit Y/N’s g-spot; he desperately wants to make her cum so hard.

“Oh, fuck...you feel so good, princess. Do you like taking my cock like this?” Jason moans out.

Y/N moans and wraps her legs around Jason’s waist. “Y-yes! Your cock is so big. Please go harder. I-I want to cum!” Y/N cries out.

“Fuck yeah, I’ll fuck you harder! I want you to cum with me! I want to feel you cum on this big cock!” he’s panting, he’s giving her everything she wants.

Jason fucks her harder, slams his hips against Y/N’s body. He’s already on the verge of cumming, but he can’t help it. Y/N’s moans are affecting him. Her tight heat is hitting him harder than ever. He knows this’ll be over any second, but he promised her he’ll take his time when they do it again...maybe for round two tonight.

He lowers a hand to rub her engorged clit as he thrusts faster. He’s so close. He’s so close to a hot release and he wants her to cum with him.

“Cum with me, princess. I want to feel you cum so hard,” Jason pants out, his thrusts are crazy and uneven.

Y/N raises her hips so Jason thrusts five times to make her orgasm. She cries out his name. She cums hard and all over his cock. Her walls tighten around him, and she’s sure her body goes into shock. When Y/N looks up with lustful, hazy eyes, she sees Jason’s face contorted in amazement at her.

More than satisfied, Y/N pinches her own nipples and bites her bottom lip. She wants Jason to cum now.

“Cum in me, Jay. Fill me up with your hot, delicious cum. Mmm...I can’t wait to taste it. I want to suck your big, hard cock next,” Y/N says seductively.

Jason’s face adorably scrunches up as his release hits him. He thrusts a few more times, cumming hard like she did, spurting every drop of his cum inside her. His moans drive her wild. He breathes heavily and continues to ride out his orgasm until he has nothing left to spill inside.

He pulls out and drops beside her, but quickly holds her so she doesn’t fall off the couch.

Because just imagine getting a concussion after having an orgasm.

Y/N hums in the afterglow of sex with Jason. She rests her head on his chest as he rubs her back. He kisses her forehead softly. He feels more than okay now but knows there will be plenty to talk about after the sexy haze fades.

Thoughts of living in the countryside flash into his mind. Watching that sunrise, with Y/N’s in his arms, and she’s carrying their child in her womb.

That perfect life appears real now. His dream doesn’t seem impossible to achieve. With Y/N there, everything seems possible.

“Are you okay now?” Y/N asks softly.

Jason grins and looks down at her. He doesn’t quite know what to say but figures he should try.

“With you in my arms, I’m fucking perfect, princess.”

[jenospeach]

wildflowers for you

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: y/n has feelings for lee jeno, the kind hufflepuff who captures everyone’ hearts with his eyes and his smile. little does she know, her feelings aren’t one-sided.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Hufflepuff!Lee Jeno x Reader

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, hogwarts au

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.5k

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: the world of harry potter holds a special place in my heart so hearing what morals JK Rowling supports is beyond disappointing. she goes against her heroes’ own values and with such a narrow-minded view on gender and trans/trans women rights, I can see how she wrote the character of Voldemort so well. I don’t want hogwarts au fics to have a direct link with not supporting trans women rights but stay what they initially were, an escape from reality. Nonetheless, if this fic stirs anger within you, kindly let me know and I’ll take it down. Trans women are women.

p.s.: this is my first fic, feedback is welcomed!

Hufflepuff!Jeno is the sweetheart who sits across from you in Herbology. By what seems like a mighty amount of luck, you’ve always sat across from him ever since your first year. You aren't complaining, though. Jeno greeting you before every class is the best gift someone could ask for.

It might have been those soft locks of his that shimmer like honey under the sun’s rays. Or that famous smile that many Hogwarts students gush about in the hallways outside of the class. The one that reaches his cheeks, turning his eyes into "moon crescents", like had said a Ravenclaw last week. It might as well have been the time the twinkle in Jeno's eyes caught your eye. When he was admiring the flowers in front him, the pink and white hues of the wildflowers popping against the tone of his skin. You couldn't help but linger your gaze on him. At least until he looked past the flowers and locked his gaze with yours. It came as a surprise when, instead of mocking you or ignoring you, he softened up and greeted you for the first time. It might have been that. Or, it might have been the innumerable times he’s left you speechless with his talents and kindness. Whatever it was, you’ve found yourself fallen in love with Jeno.

With the sun reaching its peak and the small gusts of wind cooling the warm air, today was one of the softest summer days. It would be a lie if you said your smile wasn’t due to the certainty that you’d be seeing Jeno today. Of course, with spring turning into summer and the bright flowers blossoming at last, filling the air with what seemed like the definition of love, your smile couldn't help but stay.

Once sat at what became your regular spot over the years, you set your books down and greeted the few classmates that were already in class. You look up to notice the foggy windowpanes letting the sunrays through, turning the greens of the plants into vibrant tones. A shuffle and snicker snap you out of your observation, forcing you to take in the presence next to you.

"What are you daydreaming about now y/n?" your dorm roommate asks you, her tone implying something you'd rather not admit.

"Daydreaming about how noisy that nose of yours is," you roll your eyes at her arms sneaking around your own. "Your allergies acting up again?"

With a sniffle she answers, "Yeaah, are you gonna make me that potion you promised? I don't want what happened last year to happen again..."

You easily remember last year how her allergies had gotten the best of her during this class. Her loud sneezes becoming a constant background noise and eventually annoying the entirety of the classroom. By high demand, you had to escort her to the nursery. Why they still haven't made a potion for allergies remains a mystery to the both of you. Considering the neighbouring hills and land are filled with a variety of wildflowers, the making of a potion should be easy.

"Of course I'm making you your potion, silly. I want to save myself from the embarrassment of last year. I just have to pick up the insane number of flowers you’re allergic to after class, but I think I should be done by tonight.” You pat her head that’s nuzzling onto your shoulder.

“Okay, I’ll try to survive until then.” Your friend trails off while closing her eyes. You smile at her adorableness and tuck the few strands of hair falling onto her face behind her ear.

As much joy your friend’s presence brings you, you can’t help your thoughts being brought to Jeno. Class is starting soon yet he still isn’t here. And it’s not like him to skip a class, he always shows up. As if on cue, Professor Sprouts walks through the door and claps her hands. The sound is muffled due to her mud stained mittens but it’s enough to snap you out of your thoughts.

“To your seats!”

Packing up your things after class is a slow process when your mind is elsewhere, wondering endlessly about where Jeno could have possibly been. Mind too busy running with thoughts, you don’t notice the Hufflepuff shuffling on his two feet next to you.

“Hey Y/n?”

Your head snaps up and you see one of the Beaters of the Hufflepuff team looking at you nervously, his eyes occasionally darting to the entrance of the class.

“Yes, can I help you?” You straighten yourself out and put down your assignment papers on the wooden table in front of you.

He smiles brightly and pulls out some familiar papers, extending his arm to give it to you. “Would you mind giving this to Jeno? I’ve got practice in a few minutes and can’t afford being late again” You barely have time to take the papers from him before he’s grabbing his quidditch bag and chucking it over his shoulder. “Thanks a lot y/n, I owe you one!” he says as he jogs to exit the door.

“Um. Yeah. You’re welcome...” you say to the now empty classroom.

With a handful of papers, you make your way to the school’s gardens and carefully inspect which plants your and Jeno’s assignments are going to be needing. Sadly, each assignment was different meaning none of your needed ingredients are going to be the same as Jeno’s. Nonetheless, you grab some scissors and begin the meticulous process of cutting each plants’ stems. With minutes passing by with ease, your doubled-number of jars fill up quickly. After your last jar is labelled with the correct plant, you leave the garden to go to the wildflowers field. Your friend’s allergy is pretty general, any kind of pollen can set her off. So, with the same scissors as earlier, you pick pairs of as many kinds as you can, eventually creating a bouquet of all sorts of colors. Standing up, thick bouquet in one arm, your eyes pick up a familiar hue of pink and white. Those were the flowers Jeno was admiring on that day. You squat down once more, picking up five of the flowers and adding them to your bouquet.

Back in the school’s hallways, you figured you’d check out the Hufflepuff common room to see if Jeno might be there. Readjusting your bouquet, which weighted a lot more than you expected and cramped up your arms with each step you took, you walked to the Grand Staircase and damn did that bouquet really become a problem now. You were able to make it up halfway up until the petals tickled your nose and your arms begged for a rest. So, you stop and readjust yourself as you hear someone’s steps echoing, indicating they were coming down. You shuffle to the side of the stairs, allowing whoever seemed in a rush to pass by without a worry but the steps stopped in front of you.

“Do you need any help with those?”

Jeno. Although you’re frozen in place, you don’t feel cold. Quite the opposite your cheeks heat up and your heart beats against your chest. You spare a glance at the flowers closer to you, hoping they aren’t moving in rhythm with your heartbeat.

You know there’s no chance it isn’t him, but your head thinks it’s still playing trick with itself. “...Jeno?” You ask, trying to peek over the bundle of flowers.

You can’t see it but Jeno jumps a little at the sound of your voice. His eyes widen and a smile quickly creeps up onto his lips. He reaches over the top of the bouquet and delicately pushes the higher flowers to the side. Your gazes lock again. Butterflies burst in your chest while his cheeks redden. Jeno doesn’t really remember how to breathe, as silly as it sounds. That doesn’t stop him from smiling.

“I wasn’t expecting to bump into you today.” he breaks the long silence that had settled between the two of you.

“I’m sorry?” you ask, lowering your flowers. Daze broken by not quite understanding what he meant by that.

“I mean I didn’t go to class because I didn’t want to bump into you.” Shit. Jeno realizes how badly that came out the second it leaves his mouth and he sees your eyebrows furrow together. He panics, the look on your face, sadness and disappointment written all over it, makes him scramble to form a coherent explanation.

“I mean! Um... I didn’t go to class because I didn’t want you- I mean the class, to get sick!” his hands come up and you see the embarrassment in his eyes. “I caught a small cold because I was out last night...”

“Oh...” That’s a much nicer reason than what’d you’d begun to think of. Thankfully he didn’t start hating you all of a sudden. “Oh!” you exclaim as you remember his papers that were in your bag. “I have your assignment with me! Here, follow me.” you say as you walk to the nearby hallway, searching through your bag as best as possible with your cramping arms and the bouquet being balancing with one arm.

Jeno’s laugh from behind stops you in your tracks and as you turn around, you’re faced with your bag being lifted off your shoulders and dropped onto his own. His kindness is too much, your chest tightening and fingertips twitching by the urge to reach up to his red cheeks and stroking them and telling him how much you-

“Y/n? Are you coming?”

Shit, shit. You really need to stop falling into a daze whenever you stare at Jeno. It’s hard not to though, especially if his eyes are looking at you so intensely that it lights up sparks in the pit of your stomach. The tiny explosions his gaze sets off in you have become addictive and you can only hope that he looks at you more often.

“Ye-Yes, I’m coming...”

You follow him to the stony hallway and place your bouquet of flowers on the ground at your feet. As troublesome it’ll be to pick up the dozens of them, you need to grab those papers from your bag.

“Um,” you inch a step closer to Jeno and reach for the papers inside your bag. “Your assignment is in my bag.”

You decide not to look up at him, knowing how easily you’ll get lost in his eyes if you do. Feeling his own eyes on you while you search through your bag isn’t any better, however. It burns through you and you’re forced to gulp down the emotions you feel and fear are about to spill at any moment by the little distance between you and Jeno.

With the papers signed Lee Jeno in hand, you mindfully take a step back, avoiding the flowers sprawled on the floor point. You breathe in deeply, never realizing how little air you were taking in for the past few minutes, and squat down to pick up your flowers.

“Was that all?”

You don’t miss the hint of playfulness in his voice, easily imagining the prettiest of grins on his lips. You know that the papers aren’t the only thing that you want to give to him. A confession having been bottled inside you for so long is what you really want to give him but the fear of rejection and looking like a complete fool in front of him, someone you’ve admired for years, is way too big. You think today is going to be like any other time you’ve had to push down your feelings but that thought soon dies out when you see the pink and white laying on the cobbled floor. You put down the flowers you’d previously picked up and take the five you specifically picked for Jeno earlier today.

Standing up with a very unstable courage, your only hope being those flowers that you’re now gripping onto. Blinking up at Jeno, your mind hurriedly goes through all the moments you’ve shared with him, moments that drove you mad because of how much your chest and head would warm up and buzz. Moments you’ve told yourself it was impossible that they meant anything more. The snickers from his friends whenever you were nearby didn’t meant anything nor did his nervous laughter when they’d shove him towards you.

“No, I-I picked these for you.” Jeno’s eyes gleam once they land on the flowers that you’re holding out to him. His mind takes him back to the same day you’ve kept rethinking about. The day he saw what he thought were the prettiest flowers, colors popping next to each other. Twiddling the stems of the flowers around, that’s when he noticed you. The colors of the flowers seemed like nothing compared to the color of your hair and your eyes. That same sun that made his hair shimmer like honey made yours gleam.  

Your voice rings in his ears, “I thought of you when I saw these in the garden, and I couldn’t help myself. I figured I could give them to you, if you’d like to of course.”

The same as now, your flowers aren’t what Jeno is focusing on. He looks in your eyes for signs that would mean anything opposite of what he’s leading himself to believe but he sees none, only anticipation of his answer and your red dusted cheeks. You were beautiful, there was no lie in that. But Jeno’s heart leapt at the consideration and care behind your every action. Always looking out for others and putting their comfort over you own, he wanted to be the one to give you back the same kind of love you’ve been giving.

“And they remind me of you.” Jeno says as he takes the flowers from you, his other hand replacing the flowers you were previously holding. “Y/n, tell me I’m not getting ahead of myself…”

The two of you are as close as you’ve ever been now. Hands still intertwined; you gently grip his robe. To stabilize you or to bring him closer, you don’t know. But you don’t feel like letting go.

“You’re not.”

“Then can I... can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

The two of you lean in at the same time, meeting each other halfway. The smell of Jeno — faint soap and cotton — mixes with the smell of the wildflowers, with the tingle at the tip of your lips and with the burn of your interlaced hand, overwhelming you amazingly. The sparks inside of you explode like never before and you smile into the kiss. Jeno feels your lips perch up and he can’t resist smiling with you, his hand squeezing yours as to let you know this is real. He pulls away slowly, his chest rising and falling a bit quicker than before, but he softly places his forehead against yours. You calm him down and make him nervous at the same time, he can’t help but let out a hearted laugh, one that you feel rumbling in your own chest.

“You most definitely have my germs now.”

“For you, I don’t mind.”