#sorry i got so excited about this i froze up for several days. i feel like i have so much to say about it too.

[fa1ry03]

an imagine where you see joes ex at a mutual friends wedding but you don’t realize it’s her. You tell her all about your engagement to Joe then he comes into the conversation and you realize who she is. For the rest of the wedding Joe does everything he can to show you off

Dancing In The Night

Thank you so much for the request! I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. I love receiving requests, so please don’t hesitate to send more my way—I look forward to creating more stories for you! Just a quick note: I have no hate for Olivia H. I actually adore her and think she’s amazing. This story is purely fictional and meant for fun.

Also, I wanted to let you know that I won’t be active for the next week as I’ll be out of the country. But once I’m back, I can’t wait to get started on more writing! Thanks for your patience and understanding. 💖

Word Count: 1,403

The venue was stunning, with fairy lights cascading from the ceiling and floral arrangements lining the aisle. You adjusted your champagne-colored dress, feeling a little nervous but mostly excited. Joe had stayed back at the bar to grab drinks, leaving you to mingle. You didn’t know many people at this wedding, but you were determined to make the most of it.

As you admired the decor, a friendly-looking woman approached you, holding a glass of red wine. She had a striking presence, with dark hair swept into an elegant chignon and an air of confidence.

“Hi,” she said, smiling warmly. “I’m Olivia. Gorgeous wedding, isn’t it?”

“It really is,” you replied, returning her smile. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Are you here for the bride or groom?”

“Oh, Joe and I are friends with the groom. Well, Joe is, mostly. I’m sort of a plus-one,” you laughed lightly, feeling at ease with her.

Her brows lifted slightly. “Joe?”

“Yeah, my fiancé. He’s over at the bar. We just got engaged a couple of months ago. Actually,” you added with a conspiratorial grin, “I’m still getting used to calling him my fiancé.”

Olivia’s smile faltered for the briefest moment before she recovered. “That’s wonderful. Congratulations.”

You beamed. “Thank you! Honestly, it still feels surreal. Joe’s just... everything I could have ever wanted. He’s kind, thoughtful, and makes me laugh even on the worst days. And don’t get me started on how he proposed. It was perfect.”

As you spoke, Olivia’s expression became harder to read. You didn’t notice, too swept up in your own excitement to register the slight tension in her posture.

“Sounds like you’ve found a good one,” she said, her voice calm but measured.

“I really have,” you said sincerely. “He should be here any—”

“Y/N,” Joe’s familiar voice called, cutting you off. You turned to see him walking toward you, his smile widening as he approached.

When his gaze shifted to Olivia, his smile froze. “Olivia,” he said, his tone careful.

Your stomach dropped. “You two know each other?”

Joe rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Uh, yeah. Olivia and I... we used to date.”

The realization hit you like a freight train. You had just spent the last several minutes gushing to Joe’s ex about how perfect he was.

Olivia’s lips curved into a polite smile. “Small world, isn’t it?”

You felt heat creeping up your neck. “Oh. I, um, didn’t realize...”

Joe stepped closer to you, his hand finding the small of your back. “Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?”

Olivia waved a hand. “No need. It was lovely meeting you, Y/N. And congratulations again.” With that, she turned and walked away, leaving you and Joe standing there.

“I’m so sorry,” you blurted as soon as she was out of earshot. “I had no idea she was your ex. I feel so stupid.”

Joe’s hand moved to your waist, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your dress. “Hey, it’s okay. You didn’t know. And honestly, hearing you talk about us like that... it made me love you even more.”

Your embarrassment melted a little under his affectionate gaze. “Still, it must have been awkward for her.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, “but that’s not your fault. Besides, you’re my future now. Nothing else matters.”

For the rest of the evening, Joe seemed determined to show everyone in the room, including Olivia, just how much he adored you. He held your hand during dinner, pulled you onto the dance floor for every slow song, and didn’t stop complimenting you all night. During the speeches, he kept his arm draped protectively over your shoulders, leaning in to whisper sweet nothings that made you giggle. When you got up to get dessert, he walked with you, his hand firmly around your waist, making sure everyone noticed just how smitten he was.

At one point, the DJ played your favorite song, and Joe didn’t hesitate to drag you onto the dance floor. He twirled you around, his eyes never leaving yours, as if the rest of the room didn’t exist. His laughter mixed with yours, drawing attention from onlookers who smiled at the obvious chemistry between you two.

When the bouquet toss came around, Joe playfully nudged you forward, whispering, “Better get ready to catch. Though, I think we’ve already won.”

You blushed but joined the group of women vying for the bouquet, laughing when someone else caught it. Joe met you halfway back to your seat, lifting your hand to kiss it dramatically before spinning you into his arms. His over-the-top gestures earned a round of applause from nearby tables, and he grinned as if he’d just won a prize.

When the party began winding down, you caught Olivia watching from across the room. Her expression was unreadable, but you didn’t dwell on it. Joe’s arms were around you, his lips brushing your temple as he whispered, “You’re the most beautiful person here. How did I get so lucky?”

You smiled, feeling a warmth that pushed away any lingering awkwardness. “I think we’re both pretty lucky.”

And as you danced in Joe’s arms, you realized that nothing else really mattered but the two of you.

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[moe-broey]

YOU'RE SO RIGHT. YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!!!!!! The thing about Alfonse is that he should be a reflection of everyone he has ever loved, admired, or otherwise is important/had an impact on him.

LIKE MAYBE WHAT HAPPENS IS. He goes from being a reflection to what he thinks people want to see/a reflection of an Ideal Image, to being a reflection of his loved ones. But in there, somewhere in there. He also finds something that Isn't just a direct reflection of something else? It's SUUUUUCH a tricky balance to strike.

.... Full disclosure I jotted that down immediately and that's as far as I got. I got too excited. I just kinda combusted. Been kinda locked up about it ever since. Help.

I do really wanna say though, I love how you world build and factor in Everyone. I kinda get tunnel vision about it! 😅 I feel like you do an amazing job at filling in the blindspots I have. Which is to say, I am just absorbing everything you just said LMFAOOO

I ESPPP ADORE WHAT YOU'VE DONE W SHARENA'S CONCEPTS...... SO REAL SO TRUE........ I am taking notes while sobbing. I need to incorporate that like YESTERDAY. And the progression of it all in general is soooo good! Like, reading it through I'm just saying to myself "YEAH! YEAH!!! That's EXACTLY how it is....!!!!"

Especially, actually -- there are very specific circumstances where it feels like you have to speedrun a second puberty, in a way. Most obvious example is transition (hi. LMFAO), but I think the core idea behind it can be applied more broadly, too. When you said that Alfonse's fashion choices end up feeling juvenile at first, and it takes time for his fashion taste to mature... that's exactly it. This is something that you usually would parse out, during your tweens/teenage years. But due to being brought up in a restrictive environment and feeling a need to carefully curate An Image as a means for protection...... Alfonse never got that, at least not at that age. AND ESP ESP the DRASTIC swing in the opposite direction. THAT'S JUST HOW IT IS..........

Also as a side it will NEVER NOT be hilarious to me, this sort of rivalry Veronica has with Alfonse. The stakes are way higher in canon ofc, but. This specific case is the funniest shit to me. Local teenage girl PISSED that the grown ass man she's decided she has beef with is Suddenly Really Fucking Cool. No. No, he's NOT. He's still annoying as fuck AND a loser. I have to outdo him. Or straight up kill him. Or BOTH.

ALSO. THE KIRAN THOUGHTS. YEEESS... and that's so much of what I think IS really compelling about parsing all this out, actually. The variety of ways different characters may hide in plain sight. By curating a very specific image, by misdirection/distraction, or by literally being buried under there. LIKE getting INTO the characters heads about it... and the extra fun of comparing/contrasting, when you've got two or a handful of guys Doing This. Examining the methodology/mentalities behind it.

Ehhh fuck it I'll post this one too -- I wanted to color it first, but. I'm actually split on redoing Alfonse's outfit completely, or at least making adjustments.

Like, in my head, I think I was doing two separate things between the Askr siblings and it just doesn't feel cohesive to me now.

What, you ask? Well, the first thought behind this, was this is a visit. So, Sharena is straight up wearing Moe's old clothes it never could seem to let go of. I think I got mixed up around Alfonse, though. Literally half and half. He's wearing some of Moe's clothes (esp the flannel, green, band merch), but the idea here is they did have to go out and get stuff that actually fits right.

Which... works. It does work. But I think in the back of my head I was also wanting to design an outfit that's more AU coded. Going from argyle sweater vest ass to mmmmaybe trying to develop his own sense of style. Which kind of directly clashes w the idea that he's wearing some of Moe's clothes. But also. So. SO BADLY. ESP IN THIS CONTEXT. I would LOVE for Moe to have direct influence in the process of that. Another detail you don't even get to see here is Alfonse is wearing a studded belt. Courtesy of Moe.

Lack of direction too many ideas at once. Maybe if it's an AU, the dress could have been a hand-me-down? If you like it, and it fits. You can have it. If you want... (Moe completely dodging just how deeply meaningful this gesture is when doing this). But also, could go REALLY crazy if Moe (previous life) had fashion taste that was close enough to Sharena's that, like. At different points of time, each ended up picking out the same dress. It's such a funny line to balance, actually. Because despite all the parallels I may draw between them, Moe was NEVER what Peony was, to Sharena. Not even close.

Idk idk there's a possibility that I'll get too frustrated w all the details not matching up here that I scrap it completely. Just know that the dress Sharena is wearing is pink and white. Very Princess Peach core. The style of it, though... it's pretty close to something else... a certain Something Else... just enough to scare ya. Which is ALSO WHY this might work better as a visit and unique psychological damage for Alfonse but I DIGRESS. WHAT YHE FUCK EVER. TOO MUCH GOING ON HERE JUST THROW IT ALL OUT‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[hazel-of-sodor]

Day 3-Heather

Day 3-Trust

Other Stories

Other Days

As Thomas rolled up to the shed, the humans failed to notice his approach, too busy yelling at each other to notice the soft puffs of his exhaust. But the frightened engine within locked her eyes on him. She looked ready to bolt even without steam, Thomas smiled gently at her and applied his brakes, Samatha allowing him to bring himself to a stop.

The older man standing between the volunteers and the shed shouted, “I will not let you take her! I did not hide her this long just for…”

Thomas peeped his whistle, the humans whipping to face him in surprise. “Excuse me,” the tank engine said calmly. “I hate to interrupt, but…”

“Thomas!” A child who had been hiding around the corner of the shed cried and went to run to the tank engine. Her father caught her, “Jenny! We don't run towards engines.” He said firmly, “not until you're sure it is safe.”

The child blushed, “oh…right.”

Thomas chuckled, “Your father is right little one, always make sure the engine knows where you are and ask if it's safe to approach them. An engine would be devastated if you got hurt because they didn't know you were there.”

The man nodded, “Now to what do I owe the pleasure of Thomas the Tank Engine visiting?”

Thomas went to respond but the man continued before he could. “I would have never thought you of all engines would be helping the Other Railway.”

Thomas’s eyes flashed gold with anger, “I would  ask you to not accuse me of that again” The tank engine said coldly, clearly having to keep his temper in check. 

The engine in the shed froze at the gold flash, “...Caomhnóir?” She asked almost hopefully.

Thomas let his eyes shine gold, “Yes, sorry I’m late, it's not as easy to sneak around the Other Railway as it used to be.”

The man looked back at his engine, “Heather?”

“It's okay,” she smiled hesitantly, “he's the Lady’s champion. If he says it's okay…”

“The volunteers are from the Bluebell Railway.” Thomas explained. “They’ve come to take you to their railway, but the Other Railway has only given them so long to get you there.”

“Would…would she be safe there?” The old man asked hesitantly.

“Absolutely.” Thomas confirmed, “they have several other LBSCR engines who are very excited to meet her.”

Heather hesitated, “will…will Driver be able to come see me?”

“Of course!” The head volunteer spoke up, “We’d never separate an engine and driver like that. He would be more than welcome to visit.”

The old driver turned to his engine and laid a hand on her buffer, the pair looking quietly at each other for a moment. He finally spoke, “what do you say old girl, do we trust them?”

Heather hesitated but nodded, “yes, Caomhnóir wouldn't be here if they would let me come to harm.”

The old driver batter her buffers, “alright old girl, the sooner we get you there, the sooner I can figure out how to join the railway.”

“Sir?” Heather asked, surprised.

The driver smiled, “I may trust them to give you a home, but I'm not about to let just any crew mess around with my engine. I promise they’ll be whipped into shape by the time you run again.”

The head volunteer smiled, “odds are you could be recertified as her driver by the time she enters service.”

The driver turned to his engine, “what do you say Old Girl, feel up to putting up with this old man for a few more trips?”

Heather was smiling broadly, “always Sir.”

“Alright.” He called, ‘let me show you how to properly oil her so we can get her rolling.”

“Of course sir,” the head volunteer agreed readily.

“Call me Heath.”

Once Heather was properly oiled up, Thomas was coupled up and carefully pulled, rolling her forward into the sunlight, revealing a well maintained LBSCR K class mogul with the number 32353 on her cab sides.

Heath climbed into her cab and Thomas reversed carefully down the line. It was time for the Bluebell’s newest engine to reach their new home.

[max-the-many]

Start here:

'body a day' #9: school:

And hell yeah it was waiting, packed with scruffy dudes, the occasional chicks, but I saw muscle over muscle, greeted several guys on the tble and many others my neigbour seemed to know. And not seldom I thought ablut how nice it would be, to try another huy, that blonde from the boys, that daddy at the bar, the asian that was asking me if I'd come.

But on top of that I didn't miss the guy that came to my place, or the place of my neighbour. Daniel was his name, and he couldn't take his eyes of me.

"Having a good time?" I said, lifting my beer with a smile as I joined him at the bar "Sorry again for the naked welcome"

He grinned before he lifted his beer aswell "No problem at all. As if we don't see each other naked at the lockers all the time"

"Thats true. Well, but not with that much of an excitement, I suppose " I stated, looking at him with a cheeky grin, before looking down for a split second. "But you know what. That fucker really needs a piss"

And after looking at him for another moment, I left for the bathroom.

What did I do! Whom was I! I never was like this, not a fraction of it! It just ran out of me! So playful, so cheeky, so free! And so fucking horny! When I ended up infront of the urinal the nice member of my neighbour already pumped quite the size.

And I just stood there, looked down and injoyed the new view, held that thing in hand and felt it's weight, the new sensation before the door opened again.

"Guess the pressure is contagious" I said as Daniel unpacked right besides me. And the second he lifted his head at me I grabbed his neck to pull him in for a greedy kiss. I even heared the splashing on the metal surface and pulled him onto the first stall as soon as he was done.

"Should have done this the moment you entered my flat" I stated before I pushed him down on his knees. And he went for it as if he was starving for month which possibly was pretty true. His look, his rections. He must have lusted over my neighbour for quite a while! And now it was for me to injoy...

---

We just finished as the asian guy, Noah, entered. I don't think he saw Daniel as I left him at the stall, but I could tell in his eyes, that he had a pretty good feeling of what just happened, answered my smile as I left the bathroom.

I webt for the bar again, took a sip of the beer I left. My neighbours body was awsome! Daniels lust, the possibilities with Noah, and surely several more just in that pib full of musk amd muscle. But I also couldn't stop thinking about having another body. And as my mind wandered, a pulse got stronger in my chest again, a warmth, an energy.

"What up" a voice cought my focus. It was a rather young guy I haven't noticed before. "So Daniel finally got it's load" he shot out blandly.

I froze for a second. This little fucker... But soon a grin arose on my lips.

"You got it all figured out, did you?"

Did my neighbour know him? Did they... had some fun? I couldn't tell. His cheeky smile could mean anything! And those eyes... made me feel so... caught.

"You bet"...

[yellowcry]

[Garish au]

Asking Dolores seemed like a good choice to begin with. Maybe Isabela could get some information. Her cousin was aware of everything, far more than people tend to think of. However, as she spotted her cousin, the line was already closed. Mirabel stood nearby and, in a not really quiet voice, asked. "Have you heard anything strange yesterday?"

Isabela winced. Could Mirabel know what happened yesterday? It would be perfect. In a split second, she ran to Mirabel past their Tío Felix and real Dolores. "Hey, sis. I heard you were wondering about the cracks" Mirabel's eyes widened, she stepped back, looking away.

Just as Isabela was about to get through with her answers, a low-pitched voice announced that the table was out. Just great. Luisa surely loved breaking the perfect moments. Now she had to wait until the end of the dinner.

Isabela smirked at Dolores' loving eyes at the mention of Mariano. Her cousin was such a romantic. Not like Isabela could blame her, she hoped to marry some beautiful girl one day. Maybe she could blabber about plants to her? It would be perfect!

Catching up with Mirabel was easier than anything First of all she was short. And Isabela had vines on her side.

Mirabel rolled her eyes, getting out of the greenery that had surrounded her at the snap of a finger. "Isa, maybe you should do something else?" She paced faster, trying to get away to no avail.

"Hey, Mirabel, could you fix my blouse?"

The girl nodded, taking a packet from Osma's hands. This repeated several times.

Isabela groaned, her little sister was so annoying sometimes. "Just tell me what do you know? You asked Dolores about it."

Mirabel, who desperately tried to get away, just to be stopped by a wall of flowers in front of her muttered. "I just wanted to make sure…"

Isabela's eyes narrowed, she stepped closer. "What exactly, sis?"

Mirabel blinked, fixing her glasses. "I'm sure it's nothing. I just saw something. It was probably just my imagination." she didn't sound too convinced by her own nervous words.

"I'm sure it's fine," Isabela waved her hand. The cracks were worrying, but it didn't make her feel too bad. She just needed to know what happened.

Mirabel sighed, giving an awkward chuckle. "It's not like Casita would break."

"YES!" Isabela jumped in excitement, flowers sprouted on the ground around her. "I saw them too!" There was at least one person who knew that Casita was breaking yesterday.

"I- I don't get what you're talking about…" Mirabel gasped, stepping back in horror. Her face got paler in worry. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do anything bad!"

Isabela froze at the last sentence. She didn't think about this possibility at all. If anything, Mirabel had nothing to do with the miracle. "Why would you think that I could blame you?" She lowered her gaze, staring in confusion.

The words left Mirabel's mouth before she could even proceed them. "Mama had left because of me."

She wasn't serious… Was she?

"Julieta had left because she's selfish irresponsible parent." Isabela scoffed, crossing her arms. Nobody said anything in a while.

"I really should get back to work.."

Isabel groaned. Why was it always about a job? "Today's an official day off after the ceremony."

"Well, I got to make up for the lack of a gift," Mirabel whispered, rechecking all the work that she had been given already. "Maybe somebody will say that I'm doing a good job then.."

Oh, poor child.

"I think you need a break," Isabela awkwardly patted her spine.

Mirabel shook her head. "I can get through it." She was about to go away, before looking to the sides all of a sudden. "I heard Abuela once." Isabela was startled, her eyes widened in surprise. "She said something about a vision with our Mama and Casita's destruction." Isabela froze for a good minute, trying to understand all this information. Vision? What had Tio Bruno seen? Probably not much, but still. "If you want to fund anything, our parents' room could be a good place to start."

[box-chan-og]

How they met

Shizuku pov

This felt like a nightmare I looked at the room which was completely destroyed. The banners were on the floor and there were broken tables. "I'm not gonna be able to clean all this up in one day! Not only tomorrow will be ruined I'll probably be expelled because I won't have an explanation for this" I sighed and sat down on the floor in defeat then the door opened "Hey- Whoa! What happened here" I looked at the person standing at the door "I wish I knew" the person at the door started cleaning up as much as she could "it's no use we can't clean this up in one day" she smiled "well your in luck, prom was pushed back two days I was told to come here and tell you" I wanted to scream "are you serious?" She nodded "someone had told the Principal the gym was destroyed I didn't think it was this bad though" I sighed a breath of relief and got up to help her. "sorry for being so negative earlier" she smiled "no it's fine you didn't know I'm Honami by the way" I smiled "Shizuku" then two other people walked in and helped clean up. the two other peaple helping were Tsukasa and Ichika I knew them because they were in the same classes at me. thank God some people weren't all that bad we worked together and just managed to clean the destroyed gym up before prom. I was told who destroyed the gym by the Principal a day before the school dance. It was the day of the dance and I was just sitting down staring off into space before my Train of thought was broken by someone asking me to dance with them it was Tsukasa I decided to live a little and danced with him after a while the Principal went on stage and thanked everyone who was attending. Then she started talking about an event during the dance that the Students could choose. As everyone Chatted for a bit a bunch of people decided the event would be a karaoke session in a group of 4 people, since me and Tsukasa were already paired we decided to stick together and search for two other people. we ended up getting with Honami and Ichika. Multiple 4 people groups performed while we were deciding what song we were gonna perform. After multiple groups performed we were then called onto the stage. I was nervous I'm sure the other's could tell because they all started to hype eachother up as we walked up i joined in and wasn't as nervous we all picked up our mic's and the track started I froze. I've never sang in front of people so my voice could totally suck. The others started singing I held the mic tightly. You only live once you may regret this day if you don't just do it, I then started singing with the rest of the group slowly the nervousness turned to excitement I had the time of my life on that stage singing and dancing it was like a dream. I wanted to stay on the stage and sing more but decided not to. As we were walking off the others decided to bring up Day + Dream and how we ourselves could be like them. Day + Dream was made in a middle school band room we then all agreed to be a unit and sing in front of people and make music videos etc. we then sat down and decided on a name for us and we decided on 'My sound'.

Unit information:

My sound is a unit that was made during a middle school graduation dance party although the unit has had several momentary hiatuses however they are a popular pop idol group

Original cards:

Shizuku - My heart - 4*

Tsukasa - My voice - 3*

Ichika - My choice - 3*

Honami - My song - 3*

Event's:

Lighting up the world - Tsukasa

The rain fall - Ichika

By my hands - honami

I'll keep smiling - Tsukasa

A cup of Tea - Ichika

Holding onto the sky - Honami

I feel the happiest here - Shizuku

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

The Story of Us looks a lot like a tragedy now

For the final day of Several Sunlit Daylights organised by @ginwiz!

Prompt: Based on your favourite Taylor Swift song

It was hard to choose because I don't have one specific favourite but I ended up settling on The Story Of Us and tried to keep some structure of the song for the progression of the fic.

The relief of Harry arriving safely at The Burrow quickly left Ginny. Seeing him again reminded her how sparks always flew when they kissed. Even as they waited for the rest to arrive, she could not help holding his hand as they waited silently. It was all they could do, they needed to do for comfort. Ginny knew it was killing him as much as it was killing her. 

She went to great efforts not to sit beside him if she could help it, it wasn’t necessary to make things more difficult than they already were. 

Now half the Weasleys were in the crowded sitting room on Bill and Fleur’s wedding day and Ginny was keeping silent. Her mother’s antics were something Harry and Ginny would have joked about together but now she bit her tongue, fidgeting with her bridesmaid dress. She was aware Harry was trying his hardest not to stare at her. 

She suddenly got off her feet, having had enough of this silent war and disappeared up the stairs. She knocked on the room where Bill and Charlie were getting ready and popped her head in. 

“Ah, now the two most good-looking Weasleys are in the same room,” she said as she stepped in. 

“You didn’t mean me, did you?” Charlie said. 

She looked at him with a smile and shook her head. “Nah.” 

“She’s so rude.” 

She looked at Bill. “How are you? Nervous?” 

“A little but really, I am feeling so happy and excited. I can really recommend marrying.” 

Ginny didn’t miss the warning glance Charlie shot Bill but she did not react, hoping they would drop it. 

“Shite, I am sorry, Ginny.” 

She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.” 

Bill cocked his head. “Though rumour has it you two were caught kissing yesterday.” 

She froze. “Who told you?” 

“George, yesterday evening, trying to distract me,” Bill admitted, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

“George knows?” 

“Isn’t it a little weird to be kissing your ex-boyfriend?” Charlie asked. 

She looked at Charlie, knowing she could not tell every reason why. She kept her face passive. “I didn’t hear him object… It was his birthday. But we are not together.” Definitely not. 

“Right.”

Now Ginny was eager to leave this room. She came here to escape Harry but now that it had become the topic of conversation, she much preferred the stolen glances. “I think mum is calling me.” She turned on her heels and exited the room. 

As luck would have it, Harry was coming up the stairs as she came down. Both of them halted, just one step between them, neither moving aside to let the other pass. Their eyes met and Ginny could see a thought pass, like he wanted to tell her something, but the silence had never been louder. She could feel the atmosphere change, the story of them was ending soon. She stepped down and he stepped aside to let her pass. She thought she felt his hand brush against her as she passed but she didn’t look back because she knew his expression would kill her. 

As she strode down the aisle she could feel his eyes on her but she firmly walked to the front without looking at anyone and focused on the ceremony instead. Then Aunt Muriel’s voice broke through. 

“Ginevra’s dress is much too low-cut.” 

And Ginny couldn’t help herself, she’d lay her armour down for a moment as she whipped her head around at Harry, caught his eye and grinned. He turned red instantly and that was enough for her. She immediately faced the front again, not wanting to miss a moment of her brother’s wedding. 

When the Ministry fell and chaos broke out, she knew immediately this was the moment he’d disappear. It had always been a matter of time. For a moment they caught each other’s eye and she saw the worry, and then someone pushed her aside. When she looked again, he was gone. 

Their story had always been meant to be a tragedy.

[slutfortrent]

just a christmas request bc im very much in spirit now .. mayhapz deccers and u work for the team and its a tradition to do a massive secret santa and its fate bc u get one of them and he gets you … and he finds that hes spending his time more around you (and its funny cuz ur not necessarily suspicious) until one day he kisses u out of surprise and hes like “you know part of my secret santa for you is a kiss”…. and u may continue that :3

The best present - Declan Rice.

HI BBY @rashys !! THANK U FOR THIS REQUEST, IM SO SORRY IT LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE, BUT WRITING IS LITERALLY *"&"*"(!() NOT THE ONE FOR ME,, I HOPE U LIKE PARTS, I LOVE U SO MUCH ANGEL <333333333

Working with the England national team was one of the biggest achievements of your life. It was something you dreamt of since you was a little girl, getting to work with your idols. Being a physiotherapist was also the job you had taken a liking too since you first heard about it. Having the ability to help others be their greatest physically, was something you had always wanted to do. When you got the call you was going to be working as a placement at St Georges park, you was ecstatic. Tears flowing, with lots alcoholic celebration drinks to praise you for your achievement. You was the happiest girl in the world. Then, when the team had signed you for a job working with the players full time. You were definitely living your biggest dream.

The festive season was always exciting and something to look forward too at St Georges park. Decorations and lots of happy faces shining down the halls, something no one would want to miss. Maybe, Jordan Pickford. The team always seemed to go to town, tinsel hanging from nearly every single china object in the building. Music blasting from the speakers. As for the players, it seemed like a boost in their mentality and well being, considering that it wasn't long before they would got a well needed break to relax and spend time with their families. On a daily, you would catch John stones and Kyle walker skipping along down to the pitch singing a mixture of Christmas songs together. Believing they were the new Beyoncé and Jay Z. It really was a period of love and happiness.

A tradition the team had acquired over the festive period was secret Santa. It was always a good laugh to see what everyone had brought each other. Last year, you remember Harry Maguire receiving a book on tips to score a goal other than a header, and Jordan Pickford opened up a box containing therapy sessions to control his anger issues on the pitch. All in all, it was a laugh. This year, you had picked Trent Alexander-Arnold's name out of the hat, someone who you believed you could find a present for easily. However, the person who seemed to have chosen your name out the hat, didn’t have the same thoughts as yourself.

Declan Rice, the most charming number 41 in the world. One of the idols for many young girls, stealing the nations heart during the euros. Over the years, he had developed a strong liking to yourself, with all the boys noticing the way he would open the door for you, check how you were feeling, book unnecessary physio appointments. You didn't seem to pick up on his ways, thinking he was just being a gentleman, or working too hard on the pitch. To you, Declan Rice was just a close friend.

When Declan had pulled your name out the hat, his body froze. He was utterly scrambled as to what to buy for you. Nothing came to his mind, he didn't want to mess this up, given that this could be his one chance in getting closer to you. If he brought you something you didn't like, he feared you would never want to see him again. Very childlike he was, according to Mason.

"Hello Lads." You smile at the group of boys, who were gathered in the gaming room. A game of Fifa was sported on the TV, Jack and Bukayo competing against each other. Several grunts and profanities here and there from the two. You take a seat on the sofa, placing yourself next to John who was flicking through his phone, taking various videos of Jack sulking because of his loss.

"Yo, Y/N. How are you?" The familiar brummie accent echoes through the room, causing your head to turn in his direction.

"Good thanks, looks like you are getting obliterated by the little lad!" You replied, earning lots of laughs from the others. Saka reaches over to you, holding his fist out for a pump. "Might have to practise a little more on your skills, can't have someone 6 years younger than you winning."

"Alright y/n, are you asking for a game?" Jack spoke, eyes flickering from the screen and yourself.

"Have you gotten your secret Santa gift yet, Y/N/N?" John gazed over at you, sending you a beaming smile.

"Of course, worlds most organised person here!" You ran a hand over your face, nodding your head in response. The sarcasm was radiating off your body, you hadn't even began to search for Trent's gift.

"Not long left till we are handing them out," Dec spoke, running his hands over his shorts, before standing up and sighing. "Night lads, good night y/n. See you all tomorrow. Bukayo, keep thrashing jack will ya."

The next day, you found yourself looking up presents that Men would like, or even football players, or Scousers, the list went on. There was a few days until the gifts needed to be handed out, so you were fairly confident you would find something in time for Trent. Your office had a comfortable silence, no background noise needed. Just the noise of a scribble you would make against your notebook if you found something that tickled your fancy for Trent.

"Hey Y/N," The knock on your door making you jump, and before you even had the chance to reply, the door had opened. Quickly scrambling to close your laptop, you shut the website down immediately before giving your full attention to the man stood in front of you.

"Hi Declan," You mutter in confusion, a nervous smile arousing. You wasn't too sure as to why Declan was here so early, but you weren't complaining.

"Watching dirty things were we? you were quick to shut that down." He nods his head over to the laptop, a small smirk riding onto his face, you laugh at his choice of words, hitting his shoulder from his stupidity.

"How can I help you?" You smile, you didn't think the boys would be coming in for appointments until 10:30am, the clock on your desk shining 9:17am.

"My thigh, its been feeling really tight recently. I know I have an appointment later, but you wouldn't want me to be in pain before the game." He mumbles, "I know I have an appointment later, and I can.."

"Take a seat, idiot." You cut in, breaking your knuckles before getting ready to massage his tender skin. Your hands get to work by kneading the muscle gently, loosening up the pain. As you were working your magic, you noticed Declan had closed his eyes in bliss. A small moan escaping from his lips as you rub towards his groin. Giving him some extra special treatment.

"Was that a moan, Deccers?" Your eyes widening towards him, eyebrows furrowing at his state. His eyes shot open, cheeks flustering red. "What? No, of course it wasn't."

"Yeah, yeah." You chuckle at him.

A few days after the morning with Dec, you were walking through the cafeteria after collecting a cup of coffee. You spoke to a few of the boys, finding out how they were feeling after the last match result. From becoming the physio of the national team, you find yourself having a strong friendship with nearly all the players. Considering you see them daily, during international break. Using this friendship, you look out for the boys not only physically but mentally. Often worrying they don't speak enough about their mental health or emotions.

"Y/N!" You stop in halt down the corridor. The coffee in your hand nearly spilling due to the sudden change in movement. You turn your head to see a familiar friend of yours behind you, jogging over to speak.

"Dec, you okay?" You look up at him, his height towering over you.

"All good. Just wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead." You replied, lifting the lid of your coffee to blow on the hot contents.

"I was wondering if maybe you could," His fingers find the black of his head, scratching the nape of his neck. "Help me choose a present for my Mum? Of course, you don't have to." He word vomits, stomach fluttering with butterflies. "But I just thought maybe hearing from a woman's perspective, could give me some ideas? It's hard not having someone like a girlfriend to help you out, and you are probably the closest girl I have.”

Your face fell into an awe, at the sight of the boy standing in front of you. His hair was messy, as though he had just woken and hadn't thought about styling it and his eyes were puffy still, suggesting he had slept pretty well.

"Of course, Dec. No worries, I'd love to help. Just give me a date and time." You smiled softly, nodding your head at his idea. Declan didn't know how it was possible to love a girl more and more each day.

"Thanks Y/N, you truly are the best, so how about.."

Just as Dec began, your phone buzzed in your pocket, alarming you that had an important phone call within 5 minutes you needed to take.

"Sorry Dec, I really need to go, a phone call is awaiting for me. Message me." You swiftly changed direction and walked towards your office. Leaving Declan standing alone in the corridor.

"Yes! Lets go." He whispers to himself, fist bumping the air. Oh boy, was he whipped for you. Off he was to tell Mason about the conversation you two just had, just a young school boy at heart.

Following on from the conversation, you did in fact help Declan choose a present. Picking out a luxury handbag from Selfridges, which was worth shedload amounts of money. Declan was having no hope finding you a proper main present, he had brought you a few items, a perfume you told him you liked and some chocolates. He still couldn’t find a main gift for you to receive.

The day before the exchanging of gifts between the team, Dec had found himself stressing. He knew he was running out of time, and he didn't want to let you down. Sure, he’s glad he’s picked a few bits for you, however he believes if not enough (in your opinion, it was plenty.) to wow you over. The only option he had was to ask his dear best friend, Mason Mount.

The day of the gift exchanging came flying around, wrapping paper was torn all over the room, and you had to remind yourself several times you were in a room with grown men. Your personal favourite present was Jordan Hendersons present to Kyle walker. A karaoke machine for him and John to use. As for you, you were more than grateful from your present from Declan. A top up of your favourite bottle of perfume. The thought of him remembering your scent made your heart flutter immensely.

Further on in the day, Declan had called Mason to meet alone. He wasn’t satisfied with himself, even though you had told him how much you appreciated his gift and remembrance. He was still not happy.

"Mase," He huffed, settling himself down on the sofa, a deep sigh passing from his lips.

"Dec, you need to chill. She’s happy. You should be too!”

"I know, I know, I just want to give her a final perfect gift. Did you see what all the other girls got? I don’t want her to feel I did her dirty.” He shrugs at Mason, a grumble falling from his mouth. Declan had spilt to Mason his secret Santa a few weeks prior, the kid not being able to deal with the fact he had gotten you as his special person. Since then, most nights the two would try and discuss what Y/N would like. Conversations over Facetime and Text becoming a habit.

“Do you think she thought I did her dirty?”

Mason chuckles at his best friends question, head shaking. "I had a thought last night about what you could do. If this happened, which I was 90% sure it would." Mason smiles at Declan, as he sharply sits up. His head that was once in his hands, now looking straight up at Mase. The definition of an excited child when they ask to open their presents on Christmas day.

"Go on.." The two converse together, Declan engaging in Mason's plan in setting out the best gift for Y/N. Declan could not have been happier with his best friend for coming up with the best idea. Reminding himself to award him afterwards.

"Mase, Dec... what you doing in here?" You approach the two boys, from the corridor, taking a seat next to Dec.

"Nothing, nothing. We were just.." Mason quickly reaches for his phone in his pocket, taking it out as a disguise. "Looking at Memes, right Dec."

"Yeah, have you seen the one 'hello darkness my old friend' meme of you me? quality in my opinion." Mason chuckles at Declan, hand rubbing over his eye.

"Yeah, quality."

"Actually. Y/N, can I talk to you in your office?" Declan smiles, tilting his head towards your office, before reaching a hand out to help you up. You comply with his actions, taking his hand and lifting yourself up.

"Sure," You smile, "Be right back Mase." And just as Declan is off, he turns his head back to look at Mason, who sends him a thumbs up and a big smile. Like a dad who had just dropped his son off for his first day of school. The encouragement Declan needed.

The two of you trod along to your office, chuckling at an awful dad joke Declan had told you. The nerves Declan got whenever he was around you, seem to uncomfortably bundle up in his stomach once again. His heart fluttering.

You both take a seat in your room, the quiet atmosphere causing an awkward silence between you both. Your mind is puzzled with what Declan needed to ask you, nothing coming to mind.

"You okay?" You raise your brow, watching him shuffle into a comfortable position.

"Yeah, yeah.." He replies, shaking his head. "You look, really.. pretty today, your hair.."

"Oh, thank you, Dec." Swallowing the lump in your throat. "You look.. great too."

"Thank you," He mumbles, eyes peering towards the ground. "So what did you want to ask me?"

His head shots up at your question, cheeks forming a bright shade of red. His lips were slightly parted, as though he couldn't form the words he wanted too. "I wanted to ask," He nervously chuckles, hand's reaching towards his neck.

The sight in front of you was a nervous mess, and you couldn't bare to see him crumble in front of you. Taking matters into your own hands, you decide to stand up from where you was sitting, and place yourself next to him. In hope this could calm his nerves.

"What did you want to ask?" You softly prompt him, taking his hand in yours and rubbing your thumb gently over his knuckles.

"I just wanted to ask.." And before you can even process what he had just said, he shuffles towards you closing the small gap between you both. His hands raise up towards your face, tucking a small piece of hair that had fallen over your eye behind your ear. His eyes fall being in contact with yours, to your lips. Pupils bursting at the soft pink goodness. He leans in to your face, placing a light, feather-like kiss.

You pull back at his actions, eyes widening in shock. Your mouth is still tingling from his touch, a burst of excitement running though your both of your veins.

"Y/N.." Declan breathes out, you smile at him. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me.."

"No, no no no." Your hands find his face this time, pulling him towards you. The contact between both your chests is electrifying, the rapid beats pulsing between you both. Your lips find their way back to Declan's, this time with a lot more force than before. Fingers threading though his hair, earning a few breathless moans from the west ham captain.

"Y/N," He whispers between the next kiss, Eagerness not letting him fully speak.

"Mhm." You murmur, Before he places a sweet, slow peck on your cheek, pulling away.

"Merry Christmas, from your secret Santa."

[nxtsnw]

happy Birthday, Izana <3

n.a.: in Japan, it is already August 20, Izana's birthday, and that's why I post it now <3 I'm very fond of this character, which is also why it hurt a little bit to write this. This man really deserves the world.I hope you like it, and once again, happy birthday Izana <3

summary: 30th august, Izanas birthday<3

genre: angst, fluff, hurt to comfort

warnings: sad(?)

words: 1.2k

* It was a warm August morning, exactly August 30th, when Izana woke up early for the light infiltrated his room in the first hours of the day.

* As he was excited about his birthday, he immediately got up and ran into the kitchen.

* There, he found his grandfather and his older brother, Shinichiro, cooking pancakes and much other good stuff for breakfast.

* Neither Emma and Mikey had woken up yet, but Izana was too happy and couldn't resist the lure to go and wake up them

* He ran to their room and opened the windows wide before starting to scream that it was time to wake up, it was too important a day to sleep!! In response, the two siblings threw their pillows at him.

* And this is how it started a pillow fight at 8 am. It was around 9 am when Shinichiro tried to stop them, but eventually, he got involved in the fight.

* And by now, at 10 am, they were all seated at the table having breakfast.

* Between pancakes flying around the kitchen and noisy chatter, breakfast ended early.

* Shortly after, Emma ran into her room and took a small box that contained a gift, and along with the other two brothers, she gave it to him.

* In there, there were beautiful red dangle earrings, in the boy's eyes they seemed like a little treasure all for him, he was so happy that he quickly put them on.

* Maybe they were slightly heavy, but he didn't complain at all, he managed to thank everyone by giving them a big and warm hug.

* After that cheesy moment, the quartet got ready to spend the day together.

* They had spent the morning walking around the city, also having lunch in their favorite restaurant. The minutes passed, and so did the hours, and in no time the late afternoon had arrived. Mikey and Shinichiro had locked Izana in his room and while Emma had taken the birthday cake (that they had cooked the day before) out of the refrigerator.

* In a short time, the house was ready, furnished with scattered lights, a few snacks, and various drinks.

* As soon as he left the room, Izana froze, there was a new atmosphere, a feeling of pure happiness invaded the boy's heart. He looked around with a lost look, and the cake on the table caught his attention. It was grossly decorated, and it was clear that it was homemade by the three siblings, but he didn't notice any imperfections.

* Shinichiro was the first to start with the song "Happy birthday to you". But the atmosphere wasn't embarrassing, rather when the others began to sing, a sense of comfort and warmth trespassed the hearts of all present.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZANA!!" they yelled to him.

* Soon after, he blew out the candles, wishing he could make that day last forever.

Oh, Izana would have wanted so badly to have a birthday like that. But, even that night, he had woken up sweating, and with wet eyes from tears, it was just a dream.

That dream had all been so vivid that, even if briefly, his heart had warmed with a new pleasant feeling.

He wanted so much for that feeling to last longer. He had also turned over in bed and closed his eyes, hoping to continue his magic dream.

* He had never continued that happy dream, but he had managed to fall asleep again. He had been sleeping peacefully after a long time, so he had woken up more rested and ready to start the day.

* A slight sense of loneliness took hold of him, it was his birthday after all, but no one knew. Or rather, this is what he believed.

* While he was making his usual coffee, someone rang at his door. It was Kakucho, who entered saying that there was a very urgent task they had to do and that they couldn't waste time.

* So Izana sadly left his coffee and followed Kakucho. Waiting for them outside there was Koko, in his car driven by a private driver, who told him to get on.

* There was a lot of silence in that car, and the two black-haired boys were just intent on using the phone, never speaking a word.

* Izana tried to figure out where they were directed, but each time the other two boys had managed to sidetrack the conversation, so much so that the leader was starting to lose patience.

* Several times he would have liked to get off the car, but since it was his birthday he had promised himself to be better, and after a half-hour of driving, they arrived.

* As soon as he got out of the car, there was a small noise and a lot of colored confetti and streamers came upon him.

"SANZU! YOU DID IT TOO SOON IDIOT" Ran's voice was followed by the turning on of the lights which revealed a large room set up for a birthday party.

* A second bang and more confetti flew at Izana...

" SHION NOT YOU TOO," Ran continued yelling.

"AHHHH I'M SORRY, I WAS ONLY FOLLOWING SANZU"

"So they've already been discovered," Koko said to Kakucho.

"Yeah, I think so .." the boy replied.

* Izana meanwhile was frozen, what the fuck was going on ??

"Well that's okay, that's how it went now," Rindou said before coming out of his hiding place.

* "Y'all are idiots," Ran continued, and soon after they all had come out of their hideout.

"What's happening?" were Izana's first words.

“Um so, basically we wanted to organize a surprise for you since today is your birthday…” Kakucho replied.

"But someone has ruined everything." Ran added, glaring at Sanzu.

"Ops"

“I- I don't know what to say,” Izana spoke

"AHH YOU ARE NOT ANGRY, ARE YOU?" Rindou asked.

"No, I'm not"

* And for the third time, there was a small pop and then confetti flew at Izana.

"SHION!!! NOT AGAIN"

"SORRY, I didn't do it on purpose-"

* And at that moment a slight laugh escaped Izana, and that was followed by all present.

“Come on, shall we eat this cake or not? I bring it, and I swear to you that I paid a lot- " Koko said.

* So they headed for the cake, it was very beautiful!! all decorated with red and blue decorations.

* From the first embarrassment and sense of discomfort, the whole climate between those boys was improving.

* Izana was so happy, that sense of warmth he had felt in the dream seemed to have become true. Did he deserve all of that?

* But he wiped his eyes and smiled, he wanted to enjoy those beautiful emotions as much as possible.

“You know, it was Kakucho who wanted to organize it,” Koko told him before being hit by more confetti.

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHO'S THE IDIOT WHO LEFT THE CONFETTI SHOOTING STUFF IN SHION?" he screamed before reaching him to beat him.

* Meanwhile, Izana had approached Kakucho,

"Um Kakucho, thank you," he spoke in a low voice.

"Oh, happy birthday Izana, and that's what friends do, right?" the black-haired boy replied, looking at him and smiling.

* This was an unforgettable birthday for Izana<3

[honeytae]

I get to snuggle with the birthday boy in his big boy bed.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK!!!! we absolutely adore you baby boy :( this is a really soft self serving piece because who doesn’t want to sleep in jungkooks childhood bedroom? right? like, my heart would burst out of complete fondness for him. i hope you all like this, i’m sorry for making jungkook’s parents only appear for like three split seconds LMAO

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters

With Jungkook’s loosened schedule, you were able to get to his parents home for the better half of the week, the man practically giddy at the thought of you finally coming home with him. You had met his parents several times before, yes, but you were yet to stay in their home. Jungkook’s childhood home.

The drive outside of Seoul was filled with Jungkook’s playlist and your familiar bickering patterns, his tattooed hand holding your own over the gear stick as he bobbed his head to the beat resounding throughout the car.

“Has anyone ever told you your voice is superb?”

“Has anyone ever told you your face is superb?”

His excited parents had come out to welcome you as soon as you pulled in, causing both of you to smile fondly as you opened your car doors, immediately greeted with a hug from one of his parents.

As it was your first time seeing the exterior of Jungkook’s home without the tainted marks in an old image, you took a moment to observe the details, grinning at the home and all the memories your boyfriend had surrounding it.

It was a quaint little house nestled between two others, pale in color yet bustling with flowers in the garden out front.

“Aw, this house is adorable.” You had cooed as you walked up the driveway, hugging his arm closer to you as he simply chuckled, his mother acknowledging you with a sweet smile of her own.

“Make yourself at home, dear.” She’d said, gesturing you into the doorway with a sparkling glint in her eye, his father chuckling as he raised your bag up in his hand.

“I’ll go drop this off in Jungkook’s room for you. We’d have you stay in the guest room, but it’s under renovation right now.” He said, his mother echoing his apology with a shake of her head as she sighed about a recent flood.

“That’s perfect. Thank you.” You smiled at them, Jungkook squeezing your shoulder before setting off for the kitchen, coming back with two glasses of water for you both to sip at.

The room was unequivocally him, from the countless Iron Man action figures to the various sketches lining the walls, obviously pinned up himself with little thumbtacks.

Over the course of the wall, the thumbtacks climbed higher and higher, indicating his growing height over time and increasing skill along with it.

“Literally nothing has changed in here since I left for Seoul.” He shyly giggled at the state of the room from behind you, making you turn back toward him with a fond smile as you reached up to squeeze his cheeks.

“It’s precious, I love it.” You eased him, the man melting into your touch with a giddy smile, turning his cheek to pucker his lips against the palm of your hand.

The room very much was the state of a fifteen year old boys room, but it was so him. Obviously the whole day to day of his life had turned upside down from what it was when he last lived in this room, this house, but Jungkook was still that fifteen-year-old boy at his core. You adored him even more for it.

“Baby.” He called for your attention, your eyes flitting to him in a widened glance.

“Nothing has changed in here.” He reiterated, chuckling slightly at your confused hum. Placing his hand on your lower back, he guided you to face the opposite side of the room, directly pointing to his twin-size bed.

Giggling a bit at the adolescent sheet pattern, you turned back to him with a beaming smile, knocking his shoulder with your forehead.

“We’ll figure it out.”

Figuring it out, as you had so simply put it, was a lot easier said than done.

Shifting your leg over a bit to escape the edge of the bed, you froze at the sound of Jungkook’s pained groan, bracing yourself against his shoulders as you moved your knee away from his crotch.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You okay?” You soothed against his neck, raising your eyebrows as you awaited an answer from the injured man.

The lack of light within the room, merely a sliver creeping in through the blinds, left you clueless to his gentle smile and overall relaxation of his face from moments prior, the feeling of his hand soothing up and down your arm easing you slightly.

“‘S fine, love.” He verbally confirmed, brushing his lips against your chin before shifting up on his pillow a few inches, now evenly level with your mouth to press all the kisses he wanted on your bottom lip.

You hummed as he pulled it into his mouth to gently suckle on, nibbling at it slightly before pulling away with a deep sigh.

“Under different circumstances, I’d have you kiss it better.”

With a scoff at his crudeness, you attempted to roll over to face away from the man, and having forgotten you were in a bed meant for a small child, quickly began your descent to the floor with a fold of your arm beneath you.

“Babe!” Jungkook reached out to catch your bicep with a strong hand latched around the muscle, rolled over himself from trying to chase you on your fall from his oh so convenient twin bed.

A soft ‘thud’ resounded through the room as your knee hit the floor, your leg bending out of reflex to catch your short-lived fall from his mattress. Jungkook, stunned above you, looked at you with scrunched brows, his piercing glinting in the moonlight streaming in from the crack in the blinds as he bit down on his bottom lip.

He couldn’t stifle the laugh born out of whatever the fuck had just happened, little giggles growing louder yet more isolated as he tried his best to muffle them into his sheets, you not faring much better splayed out on the floor below.

“Kook, this is all your fault.” You whined from the ground, trying your best to hold in your own laugh as he reached down to you, sliding his hands beneath your arms to lift you back up onto the bed beside him.

“Why is it my fault, hm?” He asked slyly, letting his hands glide down your torso to land on your hips, leaving them there as you rolled your eyes again at the man.

“Maybe because you’re making crude dick jokes in your parents house.” You said, Jungkook humming in thought before a shrug from his shoulders shifted the mattress.

“Wouldn’t that be more of a blowjob joke?” He wondered aloud, ”I mean, let’s be politically correct here.”

“Politically- Jungkook!” You exclaimed, appalled at his bluntness with his parents only rooms away and most likely within earshot of every word that came out of his mouth.

Your boyfriends giggles were all you got in response, making you smile despite your initial annoyance. His hand slid over the back of yours to grip your fingers, pulling gently to coax you closer to him in his laid down position.

“C’mere, sweet pea.” He murmured, tone softened from only moments before, the pet name making your heart thrum a bit more in your chest.

With a careful lowering of your body to the mattress, you snuggled up to him once again, this time successfully getting into a front facing spooning position with no injury on either end.

He smelled warm, like cotton and that fabric softener that he loved along with the wood tones of the cologne he’d bought himself a few months back.

His skin felt like velvet as you stroked your fingers up and down his inked arm, the dark designs a stark contrast to the way his soft flesh leaned into your touch.

“Lucky me.” You smiled blissfully, stroking the man’s hair back behind his ear to admire his features easier.

“Lucky you?” He repeated, confusion laced in his tone as he raised his pierced eyebrow at you.

“I’m the luckiest of all,” you paused for dramatics, “because I get to snuggle with the birthday boy in his big boy bed.” You cracked a smirk, snorting when his face dropped at your words.

“Shut up.” He laughed, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head with a sigh.

“I love you, Kookie.”

“Hm, love you too, honey.”

[harleybeaumont]

Love Me The Way I Am - Book 2

Chapter 4 - Anticipation 

Book- TRR AU

Pairings - Maxwell x MC (Harley), sprinkles of Drake x Liam

Synopsis- Maxwell and Harley have finally confessed their feelings for one another and are ready to begin the next chapter of their lives as a couple. But what obstacles will they encounter on their journey? And what comes next?

A/N- This story has a couple events from TRR, but mostly it’s all out the window. Harley is my character who is based off of Riley.

Series Warnings - language, drinking, medical issues, violence, sensuality, lemons - NSFW.

Word Count- 1,940

18+ only

Read Love Me The Way I Am - Book 1 here.

Catch up on past chapters here.

Chapter 4 - Anticipation

Maxwell and Harley were trying to think of the best way to tell Bertrand about Savannah, without freaking him out. Harley sighed as she and Max paced in the hallway, “You saw how he reacted when I asked about his love life! He's gonna lose it if he sees her and we don't warn him first.”

“I know. Ok, ok. Just gotta do it..” Maxwell started heading for Bertrand’s door and paused. “You're coming with me right?”

Harley laughed, “Always.”

Maxwell knocked and Bertrand opened the door a bit. “Yes?”

Maxwell spoke quietly, “Hey let me in! I need to talk to you!”

“Fine, come in.” Bertrand opened the door and stepped back, allowing Max to enter. Harley slipped in behind him, but froze as she realized Bertrand was standing there with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

Bertrand blushed and stepped back farther in the room trying to cover himself. “Maxwell! I assumed you were alone!”

Harley looked away to give him some privacy. “It's ok Bertrand, it's not like you're totally nude or anything!”

He sputtered, “This is.. indecent! You should not be seeing me like this!”

Harley smirked as she looked over at his toned torso, admiring his defined pecs and abs. “I don't know, it looks pretty decent to me!”

“Harley!” Bertrand blushed.

“Sorry, I couldn't help but look! Max you were right, he is ripped!”

“I told you!” Maxwell looked between them, amused.

“Dude, when do you have the time to work out?! Like damn! Why have you been hiding this for so long?”

Bertrand rushed back into the bathroom and closed the door. “Harley, you are ridiculous!”

Harley and Maxwell snickered. “Wow..” She shook her head. 

“You didn't believe me did you?” Maxwell laughed.

“I honestly did not.”

A few minutes later Bertrand emerged from the bathroom fully dressed. “Well.. now that I have been amply humiliated, what did you need to speak with me about?”

Maxwell and Harley exchanged a nervous glance. “Well..” Maxwell started, “I.. um.. That is.. Drake got a phone call today.. And um..”

“Spit it out Maxwell” Bertrand looked at him impatiently.

“Savannah’s coming back.. Tonight.”

Bertrand paled. “I.. see. Well, that is good news.. For Drake.. I suppose. Maybe I should go back to Ramsford tonight. I um, have some business to take care of.”

Harley put a hand on his arm. “Bertrand.. I know already.. about the two of you.”

Bertrand pushed out a long breath and looked down. “No you don't.. No one does.”

Maxwell looked at him with concern. “I know you two were close and it seemed like things were going well. Do you know why she left?”

Bertrand sighed. “Yes.”

“What happened? You can tell us!” Maxwell sat next to him on the bed.

“It's shameful, honestly. We, ahem, were.. Intimate.. A few times. Actually several times.” He put his hand on his face. “She's too good for me. I knew it then and I know it now. I had to end it. One day she came into my study wanting to speak with me. She seemed excited so I assumed she wanted to talk about our relationship and moving forward. I.. I told her we could no longer be together. She deserves someone who is as fun and bright and as beautiful as she is.”

Harley smacked his arm, “Bertrand Beaumont!”

“Ow!” Bertrand recoiled.

“Don't say that about yourself! Jeez, don't you see what your father has done to both of you? He made you feel worthless!” She shook her head, “Gosh, I hate that asshole.. You both are amazing and deserve happiness. I know for a fact that anyone would be honored to be with you!”

“Your pep talks are exceptionally aggressive!” Bertrand was rubbing his sore arm where she hit him.

“Sorry. I just hate to see people talk down on themselves. Now.. we are going to go shopping and get you something new to wear tonight for when Savannah arrives. I want to see you confident.” She pointed her finger to his chest. “You are enough! You are amazing! You are smart and handsome and -”

“Ok, ok just stop yelling at me!” Bertrand shook his head and smiled. “I.. appreciate everything you are saying Harley. My brother is very lucky to have you in his life.”

Maxwell smiled and hugged her. “I know. And she's right.”

Harley planted a kiss on Max’s lips. “Now let's go shopping!”

Bertrand turned down almost every outfit that Max and Harley found for him. They were about ready to give up when Harley spotted the perfect look. A black button up and maroon blazer.

“This?” Bertrand held it out questioningly.

“Just put it on!” Maxwell and Harley both said at the same time.

When he emerged, Harley gasped. “Bert, you look so slick! This is the one!”

“I don't know.. It's not my usual style.” He frowned down at the outfit.

“That is exactly the point, bro.” Maxwell clapped him on the back.

A store employee walked past and Harley flagged her over. “Excuse me ma’am? What do you think about this outfit?”

Bertrand blushed, staring daggers at Harley.

The woman looked him up and down, “Hmm, very nice.”

Harley nudged Maxwell. “I know right? Can you believe he's single?”

Bertrand blushed even deeper.

The woman smiled, “No, I can't.. “

After she walked off Maxwell laughed, “Damn Harley, you're a hell of a wingwoman!”

“My god, that was humiliating! Lets just purchase this and return to the palace.”

As they were exiting the store, the woman walked over and gave Bertrand a folded up piece of paper. “Call me.”

Harley and Maxwell high fived as Bertand smiled down at the phone number.

That night at dinner, you could feel the tension in the air. Drake kept checking his phone. Bertrand kept checking the door. 

Hana spoke up, “So… um. Drake, do you know what time Savannah will be arriving?”

Drake checked his phone again. “She said around 8, so I guess another couple hours..”

They continued to eat in silence.

“Why don't we do something after dinner?” Harley was trying to ease the tension in the room. “Board game?”

Bertrand stood up. “I think I will retire to my room early tonight-”

Maxwell pulled him back down into his chair, “Oh no you don’t.”

“Hello everyone..”

They all turned to see a woman standing in the doorway.. A woman who looked an awful lot like Drake.. A woman who was holding a baby on her hip with dark hair and blue eyes.

“Everyone, I would like you to meet Bartie.. My son.” Savannah glanced at Bertrand, but quickly looked away. 

Drake rushed over to her and gave them a big hug. Harley looked at Max with her mouth agape. Bartie? Bertrand and Maxwell's father was named Barthelemy.. That's awfully close. She mouthed to him, ‘No fucking way.’ He shook his head back at her and mouthed, ‘Oh my god.’

Hana walked over to them with a big smile, “Well it is a pleasure to meet you Savannah, and you too little Bartie.” Bartie grabbed Hana’s finger and smiled at her.

Drake introduced Savannah to Harley. As they spoke, Harley noticed Drake looking back and forth between Bartie and Liam. Liam shrugged and raised his eyebrows.

Drake spoke hesitantly, “So, um, it's great to see you sis. It really is. But, uh.. I think you know what I'm about to ask.”

Savannah sighed as she moved Bartie to her other hip. “I know.”

“Do you two want some privacy?” Liam put his hand on Drake's shoulder but quickly removed it.

“No Liam, it's fine.” Savannah looked down at Bartie. “I left court because I got pregnant and.. Um.. the father didn't want to be with me anymore. I was too ashamed to stay. I'm really sorry I left and never told you.” She had tears forming in her eyes.

“Who’s the father?” Drake asked angrily.

Everyone in the room followed Savannah's gaze to Bertrand, just in time to see him faint.

Once Bertrand had been brought back to his room, Maxwell and Harley sat down on the bed next to him. He was in complete shock and staring at the ceiling.

“Um, wow. So, this is some.. news isn't it?” Maxwell looked at him awkwardly.

Bertrand slowly turned to look at him. “News? News?! How could she not tell me that she was pregnant!? This is insane! I never would have let her leave if I knew! My god, she's been raising my child alone for over a year and I never knew!? Oh god.. she must have been coming to tell me she was pregnant that day and I broke up with her! I don't even know what I'm supposed to do now! This is not-”

“Hey, slow down!” Harley put her hand on his arm. She could tell he was spiraling. “Let's just take a deep breath.”

Bertrand obeyed and closed his eyes. He spoke quietly, “I have a son.. I have a son. I have a son.” 

Maxwell put his arm around him, “This is actually really cool! You're a dad! I'm an uncle!”

Bertrand took a deep breath. “I.. need some time alone. I have a lot to think about.”

Harley smiled sadly at him, “I get it. Let us know if you need anything.”

They went back to Harley's room together and flopped down on the bed. “Damn..” Max sighed.

“Are you doing ok, Max?”

“Ya.. I just really feel for him. I can't imagine how freaked he is.”

“I know.” Harley snuggled up against him on the bed. She lay her head on his chest and he began stroking her hair.

“I never thought either of us would even have kids.” Maxwell smiled sadly.

“Why not?”

He paused, “Well, both of us were raised by a shitty dad. We've talked about it briefly before and I think we're both afraid of turning out like him.. And with my diabetes, I don't know. I wouldn't want to pass that on to my kid. It sucks enough as an adult. I wouldn't want to see my kid go through that because of me.” He choked up, trying to turn away from her.

Harley looked at him in amazement as tears filled her eyes. “Maxwell you have a beautiful heart, do you know that?”

He sniffled and smiled sadly at her as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

She touched his cheek, “First of all, there is no way you or Bertrand would ever turn out like your dad. I never met him, but you're already a million times better than any story I've ever heard about him. And second, you know it's not guaranteed that you would pass diabetes to your child. I looked it up, it's really rare actually!”

Maxwell smiled sweetly at her. “You looked it up?”

Harley blushed and stammered, “I-I mean.. I was just doing some research… and I..”

“Do you want to have a baaaaby with me Harley Hughes?!”

“Shut up!” She laughed as Maxwell started tickling her sides.“Stop! You're gonna make me pee!”

Max laughed as he lay back down beside her. “So, do you want kids someday?”

Harley blew out a long breath. “You know, I'm not sure.. I'm kinda with you on the whole ‘don’t wanna be like your parents’ thing.”

He took her hand, “Well, whether you have kids or not, just know that you are amazing. You're so kind, smart, and fun.. You would be a great mum, Harley.”

She kissed him as fresh tears began to trickle down her cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.” 

[ellewords]

hihi could you maybe write a bulleted hcs for kuroo, akaashi, and tsukishima maybe about head pats and cuddling? like reader did a good job so heres some head pats,,,, sorry if this is a weird request. i hope you have an amazing rest of your day💕💕💕

the haikyuu boys + head pats (and cuddles)

fic notes : feat. kuroo, akaashi, and tsukishima  + gn!reader, fluff

from elle !  ahh my first request 🥺 tysm! i read head pats and my brain immediately went brrrr so sorry if this focused a lil too much on the head pats haha anyways this was so much fun to write i’m feeling v soft for the boys rn ;-; i hope you like it <3 

➹   kuroo t.

you were actually the one who gave him a head pat first and he practically short circuits when you did; most of the time, he’s smooth and cool — well, he tries to be — but he’s an absolute mess when it comes to you.

nekoma had just won probably one of the toughest matches they’ve ever played, the rallies were long and it was a constant battle for match point.

you ran to him as soon as the game ended and he spotted you immediately, a grin immediately taking over his face at the sight of you.

“tetsu!” you exclaimed as soon as you were a few feet away from him, “i knew you guys were going to win.”

“thank you, kitten. you are my lucky charm after all.”

your hand reaches up to his head, giving him a little pat on the head to signal that he did a great job — ignoring the fact that his hair was all sweaty from the game.

kuroo.exe has stopped working. 

he literally froze in front of you, eyes wide as his mind registered what just happened. your hand was on his head, and you were looking at him with so much genuine excitement and happiness. kuroo feels his heart swell, giddiness practically radiated off of him but he feels so so warm and loved and comforted as well.

he wanted to make you feel that way too ! >:( problem is, he couldn’t really wait for some sort of event to happen in your life, like an exam or maybe even a report to absolutely ace.

the two of you were eating lunch together the following day when he does it.

“hey baby! look at that, you ate all of your vegetables today.” kuroo said, giving you a few soft pats on the head. maybe even a few too many.  

you kind of just looked at him very confused like ??? uh what just happened ??? don’t question it though, especially if you don’t want to wipe that obnoxiously large smile off his face.

besides, it made you blush and who were you to reject literally one of the softest acts of affection. in time, you’d actually look forward to it.

head pats would eventually become you and kuroo’s version of a gold star.

oh, you finished your food? have a head pat. drank  8-10 glasses of water? got the recommended 8 hours of sleep? finished all the work you needed to get done for the day? yeah, let’s just say both of you ended with several healthy habits because of this

there’s two ways head pats with kuroo can go.

the first usually happens when you’re in public. the pats on your head are done in quick succession and maybe just one pat too many. this one always ends with him ruffling your hair and sometimes even pinching your cheeks.  

“tetsu!” you groaned, “my hair’s ruined now.”

a pout forms on his lips, but his eyes still shone with mischief, “sorry, kitten. you’re just too damn adorable. you know i can’t resist.”

the second one happened when you were alone, especially if you were tired from a long day. after a couple of soft pats on your head, he grabs you by the arm and pulls you to his chest. and if a couch was nearby, he’d let the two of you fall back on it too. 

“you always amaze me, i don’t know who i saved in my past life to deserve you.” kuroo murmurs, his arms wrapped tightly around you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple afterwards. 

➹   akaashi k.

this man is a classic romantic, he makes your heart swoon at the smallest of gestures. whether he knows this or not is a debate for another time.

it was one of those weeks when everything felt just a little too much: your workload was practically unmanageable, you were barely getting any sleep, and you were grumpy for most of the day.

akaashi noticed it too, but he also knows that it was something you can and wanted to handle on your own. honestly, he’s just always constantly in awe of your strength.

but that doesn’t mean he just idly watches while you have one of the toughest/most stressful weeks of your life. akaashi does little things around to help lessen the burden on your shoulders like offering to get you a glass of water or making sure you’re all stocked up on your favorite snacks

and at the end of that week, when you melt into his embrace as you cuddled up on the couch, a hand makes its way to your head giving you a few little pats on the head.

“you did a great job this week, my darling. i’m so proud of you.” akaashi whispered, his breath tickling your ear and sending shivers up your spine. “i always knew you could do it.”

“thank you, love.” you replied, snuggling closer to him.

the hand that rested on top of your head then begins to run through your hair. you’re not sure if he does this intentionally or accidentally, but you welcome his comforting touch and allowed him to do as he pleased.

now, it’s become essentially a tradition for akaashi to give you a few pats on the head whenever you’ve done a good job or if you felt like you needed just a bit of encouragement.

but when you’re not on the couch cuddling, like just standing in a room or the halls, the situation is ever so slightly different.

instead of his hand running through your hair after the pats on the head, his fingers run down the side of your face before eventually cupping your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek <3

it’s the way he looks at you as he does it that kills you though: his gaze soft as he focuses on you and only you, a small, teasing smile plays on his face when he notices the flush that slowly spread across your cheeks.

“you’re blushing.” akaashi comments, his eyes crinkling as his smile stretches wider and his the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“no, i’m not.” you denied, though it’s of no use — akaashi’s noticed and he’s loving every second of it. his hand still held your face, his touch warm and gentle, like he’s afraid that you’d somehow break.

you can’t be the only one flustered though. if you put your hand over his and start leaning into his touch: he’s a goner. watch him practically melt in front of your eyes.

his cheeks will start to match the blush on your own <3

“now you’re blushing.”

“can you blame me? you’re too sweet, yn.”

➹   tsukishima k.

genuinely didn’t know you wanted a head pat the first time he did it, bless this man #tsukishimakeiisbadatfeelings

you practically ran towards him, wide-eyed and grinning as you held a graded exam paper in your hands: a near perfect score, one that he helped you achieve through several afternoons spent tutoring you.

he looks at the paper shoved directly in his face, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips as pride coursed through his veins. but tsukki being tsukki, he is not going to let that show. at least not in public.

“kei, look!”

“i am looking.” tsukishima narrowed his eyes, voice almost monotonous. but if you listened close enough, you could hear the delight in his tone. “now, let’s go have lunch.”

you huffed as he turned away from you, expecting you to match his stride. but you stayed rooted in your spot, that was it? 

he was barely a couple of steps away when he notices that you weren’t following him, walking back towards you with slight confusion plastered on his features.

“you glued to the floor or something?”

you sighed, grabbing his hand and placing it on top of your head, a faint blush coloring your cheeks.

finally, it clicks in tsukishima’s mind, you wanted a head pat. his mouth forms into a smirk, but his face was tinted pink too. he gives you two little pats, so soft that you could barely even even feel them. 

“tch. if you wanted a head pat, all you had to do was ask.”

you never had to ask again as it slowly became his favorite way to show affection in public without being too affectionate, you know? it’s a habit that he retains for the entirety of your relationship — months, even years after that very first one.

doesn’t matter if you had nailed a report, gotten through a stressful week, or even just made it through the day in one piece, you will receive a head pat. 

acts like you’re begging for one even though he’s always the one to initiate it now, “fine yn, since you’re insisting, i’ll give you one.”

it’s always two very gentle pats, occasionally followed by a soft flick to the forehead which he claims is to keep you on your toes >:( grrr

he unknowingly does it when cuddling too. his hand always finds his way your head, giving it a lil pat.

“did you just give me a head pat?”

“you’re imagining things.”

“huh, must be the wind then.”

“okay, maybe i did.” tsukishima mumbled, pulling you closer to his chest and hoping you don’t see the blush that formed on his cheeks.   

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Happy birthday

Summary: Everyone has forgotten your birthday, expect your loving boyfriend Loki who has a special evening planned for you.

Word count: 2.588 words

Happy birthday When you woke up this morning you were so excited. But now, you couldn’t wait for this day to be over. The whole day went by and everyone had forgotten it was your birthday. There were no text messages from friends, no cards in the mail, not even your parents had bothered to call you. At work no colleague had congratulated you, there wasn’t even a cake – apparently the office tradition broke with you. And adding to your misery, Loki was still in Asgard and you had no idea when he would be back. For a moment you though about leaving a message for Heimdall, Loki had taught you how. But you didn’t feel like yelling to the sky, to a men you never met, only for him to tell your boyfriend that you were sad. And then what? You would only wonder the rest of the night if Loki had gotten your message or if he also didn’t care like everyone else.

Deciding against leaving a message you drove the rest of the way home in silence. By the time you arrived at your house you were actively holding back your tears. Somehow you had hoped that maybe it was all a trick and there would be a surprise party at your house. But there were no cars and you didn’t see the lights on in your house. You sat in your cars for a few minutes, taking a few deep breaths. You would just order a pizza, watch a movie, and go to bed. At least it was weekend now, and you could spend the weekend doing all the things you love like reading, baking, playing the piano and maybe buy a few more plants. You rumbled through your purse, looking for your keys. You got out of the car and opened your front door. You entered your hallway and the first thing you noticed was that there were lights on, and you could clearly hear someone walking around in the kitchen.

You briefly wondered how you didn’t see the lights from the outside of the house, you should have. But panic rises as you realized that someone was in your house. The problem was that your phone had died, so you needed the phone in your living room. But once you would call the person inside your house would hear, and that could lead to a very bad situation. You put your purse and keys down as quietly as you could. You grabbed an umbrella and slowly made your way to the kitchen. If you played this right you could knock the person out, tie them up and then call the police. With the umbrella in your hand, you slowly opened the kitchen door. There was a man in front of the furnace, standing with his back to you, but you recognized him immediately.

‘Loki?’ you asked.

He turned around and smiled brightly at you. ‘Happy birthday, love’ he said.

You immediately ran towards him and he opened his arms to catch you. It took a moment for the two of you to let go of each other. When you did he kissed you.

‘I missed you’ he said.

‘I missed you too. How are you even here? I thought you had to remain there until the end of the month?’ you asked him.

‘Darling, like I ever was going to miss your birthday’ he smirked.

Normally, you would laugh. But the remark hurt and you started to cry. Loki’s happy expression changed into a worried one. He pulled you closer and let you cry against his chest.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked when you stopped crying.

‘Nothing’ you mumbled, nuzzling closer to his chest. You didn’t want to admit it that everyone forgot your birthday.

Loki grabbed your shoulders, moved a bit away from you so he could look at your face. ‘Tell me’

You stared at the ground until a finger under your chin made you face Loki again. You sighed. ‘You’re the first person to remember today’ you said, your voice barely higher than a whisper.

You saw the hurt in Loki’s eyes before he pulled you into another tight hug. ‘That’s awful’ he whispered.

‘I’m really glad you’re here’ you said back.

‘Me too, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy tonight’ he said.

‘But why are you holding an umbrella? It isn’t raining?’ he asked.

You broke the hug and put the umbrella on the ground next to the door. ‘Ah, well. The lights were off, but when I entered I saw them on and heard you in here. I thought you were an intruder’ you explained a bit sheepishly.

‘And you were going to attack me with an umbrella?’ he cocked one of his eyebrows in amusement.

You shoved him ‘Shut up, that was the best plan I could think off’

He just laughed a little. ‘Sorry to startle you. The lights would be my doing. I really wanted tonight to be a surprise’ he explained.

How he did the trick with the lights you didn’t ask. You knew that once Loki started to talk about magic, he would be talking for hours on end. The kitchen timer went off and you noticed that Loki had something in the over. You were curious and tried to look passed him, but he blocked your view.

‘Go sit at the dining table. I have a few surprises for you tonight and you are far to curious, kitten’ he mused.

You wanted to protest, but the look of excitement on his face was way too adorable to ruin. So, you did as you were told. You walked to the dining room that was just across the hall. When you entered you froze. Not only had Loki already set the table, there also was a large bouquet of roses, candles were burning and your favourite wine was in a wine cooler. This was by far the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for you. You sat down in your chair when Loki walked in with two plates, covered by a lid.  

‘You like it?’ he asked

‘I love it’ you smiled at him.

He sat the plates down and instead of removing the lid, grabbed the bottle of wine. He poured you a glass, which was thoughtful, but you suspected that he liked to drag out his surprise meal a little longer. He poured another glass for himself and sat down. He sat very close next to you, adding to the intimate dinner. Finally, Loki removed the lid from the plate and you saw your meal. It was your favourite, steak with red wine sauce, oven baked potatoes covered in herbs and green beans. It tasted amazing and suddenly you realized that Loki didn’t cook.

‘How did you manage this? I thought you couldn’t cook?’ you asked.

‘I wanted to do something special so, I learned this dish’ he explained a bit flush.

‘Hmm, don’t you remember early in our relationship that you explicitly stated that Gods don’t cook?’ you teased him.

Loki grabbed your hand kissed the back of it. ‘He does for the one he loves’ he said, making you fluster and blush. He smirked at the effect his words had on you. The rest of dinner the two of you talked about what had happened in the three weeks he was away. Loki, of course, had many stories that involved tricking and annoying Thor. Once you finished your meal Loki grabbed the plates and told you he was right back. He came back with a large slice of cheesecake the two of you shared. He told you proudly that he also made the dessert himself. When the two of you were finished you started to clean up, but Loki stopped you. He conjured up a blindfold and you looked questioningly at him.

‘I don’t want you to see just yet’ he mused.

You rolled your eyes but let him put on the blindfold. He steered you through the house. When he told you to stand still you felt him move in front of you. He undid the blindfold and once it was off he moved to the side.

‘Surprise’ he mused.

You gasped when you saw. Loki had set up an enormous blanket fort in your living room. There were blankets, large pillows and he had al kind of snack set up on the table. There was a string of light that gave the whole room a romantic vibe. The fort was placed so you could still see the tv, there were multiple DVDs laying in front of it. Next to de DVDs there were several board games.

‘Remember our first movie marathon and we spontaneously build a blanket fort?’

‘Of course I do. That was the night you asked me on our first official date.’ you whispered a bit overwhelmed by his surprise.

‘A date that went so terrible you actually told me that the blanket fort was a much better date’ he mused.

‘Well yeah, you got us kicked out of the restaurant before our starters even came. It was pouring outside and you lost the car key’ you laughed. ‘But walking in the pouring rain with you turned out to be fun’ you added.

Loki grabbed your hand and guided you to the fort. He sat down and put you between his legs. The rest of the night the both of you cuddled, talked a lot, and played the games. A few hours later you decided to put on a movie.

‘Thanks for the amazing evening. This night was really the best gift you could have given me’ you said hallway through the movie.

‘Did you really think that this was your gift?’ he said.

You squirmed out of his grasp. Loki overdramatically sighed but laughed at your giddy attitude. He reluctantly let you go, so you could bounce up and down, excited to see what he was about the give you. He conjured up a small dark green box. When you reached for it he pulled it away.

‘I think I deserve a kiss first’ he smirked.

You rolled your eyes but started to kiss him. Knowing Loki, he would demand another kissed so, you made out with him for a while. The moment he lowered his hands around your waist you grabbed the box.

‘And they say I don’t play fair’ he teased.

You ignored his comment and opened the box. Inside the box was a beautiful golden necklace with a snake on it. The snake was in a s-form and there was a tiny green stone for the eyes.

‘It’s beautiful’ you said.

Before Loki could reply you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. He just laughed at your action and took the box from you, once you were done. He took out the necklace and you turned your back towards him. You removed your hair and he fastened the necklace around your neck. When it was in place you turned around and Loki pulled you flush against him.

‘Thank you, for everything’ you said.

‘I’m glad that you liked it all’ he said to you.

You kissed him again, more slowly this time. Loki moved his lips with yours and you felt his tongue asking for permission. You opened your mouth and he slid his tongue inside, exploring every inch. You moaned slightly in the kiss. Your hands were under his shirt and his were caressing your upper body. You stopped kissing him and pulled his shirt over his head. For a moment you stared at him, and you noticed Loki slightly blushing under your gaze.

‘Let’s make this more fair’ he whispered.

He removed your shirt and unclasped your bra in one smooth motion. He laid you down on your back and started to kiss your neck. He moved lower and swirled his tongue over every inch of your breasts. You were extremely aroused and your nipples were hard by the time he was done. You were breathing fast underneath him. He brought his head up to yours and kissed you deeply. He laid on his side next to you. His hand slowly trailed from your cheek down to your breasts. He pinched your nipple, earning him a gasp from you. He moved lower and undid the button of your pants. You eagerly kissed him back and stroked his naked chest. His fingers slipped between your folds. Once his fingers were wet with your arousal he circled your clit. He swallowed every moan and whimper that left your lips with his own mouth.

You felt the pleasure wash over you. Loki slowly circled your clit until your orgasm had subsided. He retracted his fingers and licked them clean.

‘You look very pretty when you come undone for me’ he whispered in your ear.

He pulled of your pants and underwear. Once you laid naked before him he removed his own. When his erect cock sprung free you licked your lips. You wanted to get up, to suck his cock, but Loki laid you back down.

‘Tonight, is about you’ he said.

He was on top of you and stroked his erect cock against your wet folds and your clit. In one smooth motion he pushed himself inside of you. Your legs automatically hooked around his waist and Loki started a slow pace. His eyes didn’t leave yours, unless he was kissing your mouth, neck or whispering in your ear. He whispered how beautiful you looked, how much he loved you and how incredible you felt around his cock. Because of the slow movements and your wetness, you could really feel every movement he made. Every movement was deliberate, it really felt like you were the only thing that existed for him right now.

To your surprise he stopped. Before you could ask, he rolled the two of you around. You were on top of him and due to gravity felt his cock slid deeper inside of you. Hitting just the right spot. You started to ride him in the same slow pace as him. It truly was a sight to have Loki lay underneath you, moaning and praising you. Once you felt your orgasm build up, you started to ride him faster. His hands went to your bouncing boobs and he started to play with them. This was definitely the most intense sex the two of you ever had, normally there were a lot of games and Loki was an enormous tease. Loki started to moan shamelessly underneath you, but you were doing the same at this point. When he started to circle your clit with his fingers you came undone immediately. You felt Loki’s cock twitch inside of you and his seed spill. After a few more thrusts you collapsed half on top of him. Once your and his breathing had gone back to normal you pulled him out of you. He immediately grabbed you back and laid you close to his chest.

He was stroking your arms. Goosebumps were forming and you started to shiver a little. Loki grabbed a blanket form nearby and pulled it over the two of you. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and pulled you as close as he could.

‘This really is the best birthday I ever had’ you said.

‘It’s far from over yet, love’ Loki said while starting the kiss your neck and trailed his fingers to your clit.

Tags: @delightfulheartdream @the-best-phineas​​ @theaudacitytowrite

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2022 Wrapped

Tagged by @seriouslysam8

Sorry for not doing this in 2022, I was busy last night!

Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)

Well since I only published 5 works this makes my life easy!

i wrote a poem (you say what a mind) - my first ever fanfic! just a nice sweet moment between Harry and Ginny in OOTP. I feel like it's not a secret that I love missing moments between those two in OOTP.

island breeze with the lights down low - I WROTE SMUT?!?

up on a roof with a school girls crush - written for several sunlit daylights! Also a New Year's Eve fic, so very fitting for the day!

the road not taken looks real good now - also written for several sunlit daylights (not that it had to be, all of my fics are slightly based off of Taylor Swift songs). Harry and Ginny just get a much needed moment of peace before the horcrux hunt

god rest my soul - a quick oneshot I wrote a few days ago about the impact Tom has on Ginny. I am really proud of the prose on this fic.

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year

I will be honest, not sure I have 4.

the breaks in your soul - a oneshot about a double date between Lavender/Ron and Ginny/Dean. It is like 99% done, I just am not happy with the last paragraph and honestly I hate the title. I have been scouring Taylor Swift lyrics to find something better and nothing has clicked yet. So it will stay a WIP until I find a better title!

barefoot in the kitchen - I posted a scene of this for Several Sunlit Daylights. It is just a bunch of missing moments of Harry and Ginny in the kitchen over the years!

time can't stop me quite like you did - this is my baby. I've been thinking about this fic for maybe 2 years now. Some dark magic happens while cleaning Grimmauld Place causing Harry and Ginny to get stuck in a time loop. They must work together to figure out how to get out of the time loop and why they are the only two stuck in it. Originally it was a one shot and then I wrote a lot and now its a multi-chapter fic. Hopefully you see this in 2023.

I have ideas post time can't stop me quite like you did, so in theory those are mental WIPs

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

Well to start off I posted a fic this year! I got over that huge mental leap and started to share my work!

I think my detail in my prose have improved. I try to paint more and more of a picture of the scene.

I used to struggle with dialogue, and not I think I have some natural banter and flow! Still needs a little improvement, but that is okay!

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year

To focus when I write. I often write 100 words and then go off and do something else. I want to dedicate some time to writing each week.

I want to build more of a community with my writing! That is my favorite things about fandom, and I just want to continue to build on what I have! (love you to all of my mutuals!)

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year

I'll be honest, I am not 100% sure this is my favorite, but I do really like it! A scene from the road not taken...

Her bed was much colder now that Harry no longer occupied it with her. Now that she had experienced fire, everything else felt cold. The frigid feeling froze Ginny as she realized this new bitterness would stick with her when Harry really left for good.

Tagging (sorry if you have already been tagged I have no clue who has participated!)

@displayheartcode @nuatthebeach @thegirlwhowrites642 @ginnyw-potter

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Baku Birthday 2021

So I’m posting this a /little/ early because I’m just too excited to share this fic! So I joined in with Bakugou’s Birthday Bash hosted by these amazing people!!

@phasmwrites​ @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda​ @lady-bakuhoe​ @jodrawssmut​ & @ramen-rambles​ 

And since joining I couldn’t have found a more supporting and helpful group on Discord!! Special thanks to: @hoe-doroki​ for being my beta reader and editor!! Thank you for dealing with my sorry, inconsistant ass and giving me the strength to pull though and just do some of my best writing to date! I haven’t written so much in so long and it was rather nice!! 

And to @notchesandbullets​ for telling me I can do this and be those words of praise when I needed them the most helping me pull though and finish this!

Contains: DragonShifter!Reader x Bakugou. Fantasy Setting,

WC: 3755 - Masterlist to all the works!!

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, oral (Female + M reviecing), Cowgirl, unprotected sex, Cum eating, Premature Ejaluations (if you squint), Age gap? It’s implied Reader is much older than Katsuki. Restraining Katsuki, Pervert Kiri

Looking around his throne, Katsuki couldn’t help but scoff at what came to his mind. He had everything a chief could want, but it still wasn’t enough for the young, barbaric male. Vast and grand was his home. People were happy, going about their day, harvest due and bountiful, the river running steady and clean. 

Though, he was still missing a vital element to his life. Someone to make him happy, to have by his side and call his own. So the only thing he had left to need or want was someone to walk into battle with him, because not just any person would. 

No, they had to have a few key traits to meet his standards. They needed to have a willingness to fight, to want to protect those around him and themselves with everything they had. They had to be able to take flack and a joke but also be serious when the time came. They had to be able to take no shit from anyone and make sure to be willing to put others in their place if they went out of line.

It wasn’t much! Honestly…Or at least he thought so. 

“...ugou, Bakugou!” A voice snapped him from his thoughts as he glanced at his adviser, unhappy over the fact he was interrupted from his thoughts. 

“What is it?” Katsuki questioned as he lazily shifted his attention to the man standing at his right side. 

“As I was saying, there have been some sightings of strangely coloured dragons in the nearby valleys. We do not know if it is one or more or if they’re passing by or staying. Moreover, they have yet to attack the villages, but it would be wise to at least investigate the surrounding areas before anything happens,” his assistant spoke as he looked for what the King was going to do. 

Taking a moment, Katsuki couldn’t help but smile as he got up and began to stretch. “Eijirou, prepare for a flight. It seems there might be someone that needs a reminder of who those valleys belong to.” 

Though to the Bakugou family dragons were revered and seen as good omens, there was a limit. Dragons that fought over territory could be destructive and wipe entire lands from existence, so if there was ever more than one in an area it could prove to be a bad omen instead.

One dragon or one family were seen as protecting the lands, keeping invaders at bay and being loyal by nature. Though another one could offset the balance, should they prove to be hungry or hostile. The valleys in which the Bakugous lived were famous for having the longest standing relationship with the red dragons of the Kirishima clan. They had served one another for generations with the latest duo being that of the Barbarian King Katsuki Bakugou, son of the late Chieftess Mitsuki Bakugou, and the dragon that protected the lands, Eijirou Kirishima, son to late Hikori Kirishima.

Standing at seven feet, the mostly human nodded and saluted as he walked with his friend outside. “Yes, sir.” He beamed happily, seemingly excited by the prospect of seeing another dragon. “Though, what are your instructions, should they prove hostile?” 

“Hostile?” Katsuki mused, placing a hand to his chin as the other morphed into that of a forty-foot-long dragon from the tip of his nose to the very end of his arrow-pointed tail. Once finished, Kirishima leaned down to lower his wing, letting Katsuki get on by walking up the thin bone of the arch of his wing and holding onto his spines, climbing all the way to behind the red horns that adorned his head. “Should the dragon wish to try and stay, we will start through the diplomatic route.” 

That was the thing about Katsuki. For all his bloodlust and anger, he was quite the strategist when it came to monsters several times his size. Having worked with Eijirou for some time, they had built up a bond of trust valuable for when trouble arose. 

“Should that fail, we will have to take things up a notch. I would like to avoid a fight if at all possible.” He sighed as he clung to the horn while the other took off. “The valley is full of fish making their way upstream for the breeding season,” he muttered before groaning and slapping his face as he remembered something, getting even more irritated. 

“It could be a female dragon,” he groaned, looking down to Eijirou. “With breeding season approaching, it could prove very troublesome,” he grumbled as he lay down to keep low as Eijirou took to the sky. 

“Hm,” came a deep rumble from the beast.

A female dragon would be far better than a male should they be able to move it along. It could prove worse in the long run, though, as other males came to try and have their chance, destroying the local landscape fighting over the female. 

“Not going to be influenced? I know you’re a young male.” Katsuki snickered as the dragon grunted and shook slightly in a ‘no’. “Don’t worry, whatever happens we’ll sort it,” he offered quietly as he calmed down to focus on the mission at hand. 

They took to the base of the mountains and looked for any signs of disturbance. With fear running though the nearest village, it was clear to see that the crops were half unattended and in the middle of being harvested. “I’m going to go take a look at the surrounding areas and talk to the locals. You go on up the mountain and scout that out,” the Chief commanded. With a short huff and a nod, Eijirou turned to slowly and carefully make his way up and around the mountains. 

It wasn’t long before Eijirou returned with some news. Meeting in the center of town, the dragon descended slowly and waited for Katsuki to approach before he spoke. “I found a trail of blood from the ground leading up to a cave roughly halfway up the mountain. 

Nodding, Katsuki signaled for Eijirou to lower himself so he could climb onto his back. “Sounds about right. The locals saw a figure flying unsteadily across the sky and into the mountain. There was a loud thump before all went silent. It’s more than likely a dragon. It hasn’t done harm to the villagers yet, though, so a slow, quiet and careful approach is needed.”

Coming to the entrance of the cave, Katsuki hopped off Eijirou, immediately noticing the plants had been recently crushed and a splattering of dried blood was leading into the cave. Looking up to Eijirou, he nodded and quietly led the way in. Eijirou used a small breath to light the torch that Katsuki would have to use to see. 

It didn’t take them long to find the cause of the blood and crushed plants. Lying in front of them was a bronze dragon just as large as Kirishima, if not bigger, bleeding heavily from it’s hind leg, belly and face. 

“Holy shit,” Katsukimuttered as he looked over the sight. He froze as the dragon raised its head. Chuckling, you looked over at Katsuki and Eijirou. “If you have come to kill me, at least make it swift.” 

“Tch, don’t lump me with most humans,” Katsuki stated as he approached you, looking over the wounds. A huffing could be heard as he made his way closer, your muscles tense and beady eyes watching his form, ready to attack should harm come. “I’m a Bakugou. We don’t harm your kind.” 

“You may not harm but you enslave. I feel sorry for the red scaled one over there. Forced to serve you like their ancestors,” you mumbled, laying your head down and closing your eyes to rest. 

Eijirou huffed before he sat down. “I’m not. It’s nice to have lands that we don’t have to fight over and live in harmony with humans,” he protested, watching as Katsuki assessed the wounds. “I am from the Kirishima clan.” He beamed, almost a little too excited to say so. “It’s nice to see another shade of red around here. Normally those of the Shinsou clan are around these areas.” Eijirou started, tilting his head to the side. “So what brings you here?” he mused. 

Which was how you explained your side of the story. It wasn’t uncommon for humans to attack those of draconic race because of the first dragons causing havoc and turmoil for humankind. You were a young dragon who still had not found some land to live in. So, you were aimlessly looking around for somewhere to sleep before you were ambushed by a kingdom that had a bad past with dragons, driving you out. 

“Well,” Katsuki started as he backed off. “If you revert into your human form, we can take you back and give you medical aid. I’m not about to let a creature like you just die pathetically cold and alone in such a depressing state.” 

With that, they watched as your form changed into a bloodstained, corseted, sleeveless dress, wings still visible with a tail barely peeking from beneath your long skirt. Their eyes lingered for a little too long to be completely respectful.  

Getting up from where he lay, Eijirou gently enclosed you in his claws, protecting you, letting Katsuki onto his back before taking off back to the kingdom to give you the aid you needed. 

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The next thing you knew, you were waking up to some argument going on outside, though you took no heed to it. After all, you would need to at least stay to repay the kindness the human has shown you before taking your leave. 

As the flap to the tent opened, you looked up at the figure that came to inspect you in the cot. “How are you feeling?” The one that entered had torn red wings and a thin arrow-headed tail much like that of the dragon you’d seen earlier. 

“Much better, thanks.” He watched you as you got up to move around.

“Yeah, my mother is a great healer.” The man beamed proudly before his face dropped for a moment in realisation. “Oh, that’s right! I’m Eijirou Kirishima!” He offered a hand for you to shake as he introduced yourself. “I’m Katsuki’s dragon companion. Speaking of which, when you feel up to it, he wants to see you in the throne room. He’s currently occupied with some business, so why not come later tonight before dinner? He wants to talk to you about some things.”

“Ah I see” You nodded in agreement though still clearly wary of him. 

“Yeah, my mom specialises in herbal and magical treatments for dragons. You should be fighting fit by the end of day! So enjoy yourself and have a look around! You’re more than welcome here as long as you don’t kill anyone.” You found yourself chuckling lightly along with him as he waved. “See ya! Rest up well and don’t push yourself too hard!” He beamed as he left. 

As Eijirou left you alone with your thoughts, you couldn’t help but think back to just how trustingly and kindly Katsuki had treated you. Taking your leave from the tent, you looked to the sky to gauge the time of day. Deciding you had at least an hour before the sun would set and you would need to see the Chieftain, you went to see what the town had to offer.

As you walked among the townsfolk, you couldn’t help but notice that dragons and humans walked around one another as if that were a normal thing to do. Had things always been like this? And how had this not spread to other countries? Though be that as it might, you were happy for these people; they seemed to be comfortable and welcoming just like the man who had found you. Perhaps you could stay a little longer than intended… 

Still, once the sun started to set you walked back the way you came only to come across a tent larger than most, assuming that was where Katsuki would be wrapping up the day. 

You slowly opened the flap as some villagers came out, happily discussing the day’s harvest before you heard. “Come on in, dragon!” Katsuki called as he remained seated on his chair smirking to himself. “Feeling better, I see?” he questioned as he sat up straight. Even like this, you could see and feel the power he irradiated. 

“Yes, much, thank you.” Bowing, you smiled before you were told to stand upright. “If there’s anything I can do for you, please just let me know. It’s the least I can do after you saved my life.” 

The moment those words left your mouth, you had a feeling that you were either going to live to regret it or thank him.

“Speaking of which,” he started as he leaned back and patted his lap. “Please, come here,” he commanded. Once you approached, he leaned forward, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger as if inspecting you. Up close, you could just see how deep ruby red his eyes were as well as how sharp his teeth were. For a human, he had a great set of fangs on him. ‘Shame he’s a human; he would have made a great and fierce dragon,’ you couldn’t help but think before he spoke, bringing you back to reality. 

“Yes, you’re perfect,” he muttered, pulling you into his lap forcefully by your waist. “Strong willed, a fighter, and someone I could learn to grow better with,” he stated as he suddenly captured your lips. “You will be my partner,” he stated as his hands wandered low. 

Spluttering and blushing, you thrust your arms at his chiseled chest, putting some distance between the two of you. “B-But how do you know? I could kill you! You barely know me,” you protested, though with his power he forced you to fold your arms, leaning in to whisper. 

“But you owe me your life. Surely this is nothing and if you don’t feel like you’re the one you’re more than welcome to leave,” he purred.

You knew he was right. This young, powerful man knew that dragons didn’t back down on their word, and so serving him would mean repaying the debt? A small price to pay, truly. 

“So why not get on your knees for your Chief and thank me properly?” he offered, leaning back and letting go of you. You watched as the grin on his face was almost ear splitting as you sunk to your knees in front of him. He let his hands wander down his trousers to help you get them off and down to his ankles. 

“That’s it,” he praised, reaching out to gently lay his hand on your head. His eyes watched you with keen interest as you slowly took him into your mouth. He wasn’t completely hard and you shifted to get a better angle and grip him in your hands, though he tried to encourage you with soft words. “That’s it, fuckin’ take it all in,” he muttered as he leaned back, getting more comfortable on his throne. The grasp on your hair got tighter as he started to get impatient and guide your face along his length. “Come on now, no need to be so shy about it.” His teeth showed as he smiled. “You’ve lived longer than I have, surely you have the experience?” he goaded. Which, if you were honest with yourself, was true. You were most likely older than him, and could show him a thing or two while you’re at it. 

Straightening your back a little from the floor you looked over his hardening dick. Licking your lips, you took the head in, using the flexibility to weave in between the head of his cock and the shaft before leaning up and taking it in as much as you could. Tongue flat, running along the thick vein underneath, you slowly bobbed your head back and forth, breathing when you could. It wasn’t long before you felt a tug with the hand that ran through your hair to pull you away from him, leaving you panting, and breathless from working so hard to please him. 

His cheeks flushed a bright pink he chuckled almost as breathlessly as you, having forgotten how to breathe in the moment before letting go of your hair. “What a good girl,” he praised as he shifted back and patted his lap.  “Why not come for a ride?” he questioned as he watched you stand. “I would have taken you back to my room, but I'm feeling impatient. It’s my birthday after all,” he informed, eyes hungrily watching over your form as you stripped naked, and then worked on taking off his trousers completely. 

“Your birthday?” you questioned him as you straddled his lap. “I see. Perhaps this will be enough of a gift then?” you mused lining yourself up, slowly trying to sink yourself down on him.

His head slammed back against the back of his throne as he groaned. You were taking your time, though as you hadn’t prepared yourself. You knew your body could and would stretch, but it was painful to begin with. He was stretching you to your limit, but you licked your hand to reach down to let the saliva coating his dick for an easier entry only then were you able to sit down fully on his lap. 

Taking a good minute or two you both sat, panting, just feeling one another as you got used to the stretch of his cock within you. His hands empassing your hips, he tried to get you to move, but you had other ideas. It was his birthday? That’s just fine, but you would make sure it would be a ride he wouldn’t forget in a hurry. 

You gently grasped his hands and took them off your hips to raise them above his head as you started to roll your hips back and forth. Leaning in close to kiss him and to distract him, you used your tail to wrap his hands above his head. He only just realised when you leaned back.

“W-What the fuck is—shit—the big idea?” he panted as his eyes were glued to your form, which started moving so effortlessly up and down on his dick. 

“It’s your birthday. I want to spoil you, so enjoy the ride.” Chuckling a little darkly, you couldn’t help but use your wings to give you some extra momentum and power into your movements as you rode him. 

He couldn't believe just how lucky he was to have such a beautiful person ride him within an inch of his life. You knew just what to do and how to please him, which, to his embarrassment, had him orgasming not much longer after you started. 

“F-Fuck!” he grunted, unable to couldn’t help it when his hips met yours. Though your gut had only just started to coil with your own orgasm, much to your disappointment. You remained seated on his lap as he came down from his high, letting go of his arms. 

He watched you only to frown. Noticing you hadn’t orgasmed yet he couldn’t help but feel like a teenager all over again. 

This wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all. 

Growling, he forcefully lifted you up from him as he slid to the floor, getting you to sit in his seat. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he brought you to his face and started to lap up not only at his own cum that had started to seep it’s way out from the confines of yourself, but searching for any original taste of your own essence. This surprise had you leaning over with a groan. In all your years, no other man had been so willing about doing this. 

Smirking from the inside of your thighs, he knew from your expression that you were loving it or at the very least surprised by his movements. “What?” he questioned, so close to your cunt that you could feel his breath ghosting it. “Never been eaten out before?” He seemed a little too smug, as if he almost already knew the answer. 

With a shake of your head, he only shifted closer and got more comfortable as he nudged your clit with his nose. “Hmm, good. I'm a man starving for pussy and it’s delicious, so don’t mind me,” he muttered before his gaze lowered. 

Though his dick felt great, this was almost a thousand times better. There was no painful stretch, only a soft muscle, though not deep. The slurping and sucking sounds and sensations were what quickly brought your end. He was more than happy to guide you though your high as you remained hunched over his head, hands which you now realised were in his hair, forcing his face just that much closer. 

Leaning back once you had come back to Earth, you watched him as he wiped his chin and cheeks with the back of his arm. “Thank you for the meal.” He chuckled, giving off a lopsided smile, showing off the pearly whites of his sharp teeth. He stood as he gathered up his trousers as he got dressed. “You’re more than welcome to stay for dinner in my home,” he stated as he turned to you and passed you back your clothes. 

Slowly taking them, you nodded as you got dressed despite the shake in your legs. “Y-Yeah, I think I will,” you confirmed as you slipped back into your clothes. 

“Good choice. I’m not finished with you yet, beautiful.” Leaning in, he kissed your cheek before taking his leave only to find a very flustered Eijirou waiting outside. “Something wrong?” Katsuki questioned with folded arms, knowing exactly what he was doing. 

“N-No!” the dragon protested, though the redness that was spread all the way up to his ears gave him away. 

“Next time, just ask. It’s rude to eavesdrop.” Katsuki laughed as he walked away, going to join the mass for dinner. 

“K-Katsuki! I had to make sure you were safe! After all, she’s a rogue dragon,” Eijirou protested in earnest. Though he wouldn’t admit it, that would be something that Eijirou would very much like to do. 

“Sure, sure, whatever you say, man.”

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki took a seat at the head of the banquet table, waiting for your arrival before the festivities could begin.

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All Secrets Have a Habit of Coming Out

Hello all, this was for @iiblueberry-15ii

Hope it's all you wanted from your request :)

Ron Weasley x Male Potter Reader

Word Count: 1464

Just a little note, I only know a cursory amount about Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome, just what a quick google search could reveal so it might not be the most accurate, but I did my best, so I hope this ticks the box for what you wanted @iiblueberry-15ii

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Everyone may have only known his brother's name when they first entered Hogwarts, but Y/n Potter had worked hard to fix that.

He had always been smaller and more frail than his twin brother Harry due to a rare condition that had affected them during pregnancy called Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome.

Essentially an imbalance during development made Harry receive more blood (and thus nutrients) than he gave back.

If this had been explained properly in a caring and loving environment, Harry might not have felt so guilty about it. Unfortunately for the twins, they grew up with their Aunt, Uncle and cousin, all of which took every opportunity to cause them pain. It had been spat at them one day when they were much younger that it was all Harry's fault that his twin brother wasn't as healthy as he was.

This all lead to Harry becoming incredibly overprotective of Y/n. He couldn't take more than two steps outside of Hogwarts during winter without Harry pushing extra scarves and coats into his arms and telling him to rug up more. Guilt was a great motivator, and Harry felt awful that Y/n was weaker than him physically.

Y/n couldn't play quidditch either because his lungs had suffered during development as well.

Y/n had, in his lower moments, like when his older brother (by like ten minutes Harry!) won a game of quidditch, or came back from some fantastic adventure that he had forbidden him from joining them on, allowed the hate to take root just that little bit more.

But he would wake up the next morning and realise that it couldn't possibly be his brothers fault. It was just an accident of life that this had happened.

He would be reminded in every class that there were some things that he could do that Harry just couldn't. His brother might be naturally talented with power for his magic, but as his favourite saying played through his head he would think about that instead. Hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard.

Y/n truly shone in classes too. He worked just as hard as Hermione at his studies, and it paid off. Often, when they got back essays or test results they were the top two in the class.

This naturally made the two a lot closer, as they were practically a built in study buddy for the other.

As they were getting older and reaching the age that people started to notice the other gender (or their own in Y/n's case) other guys would come up and ask him about Hermione.

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Y/n couldn't believe the stupidity of his own gender sometimes. That had been the forth time today that he had had to fend off another guy who only wanted to get into the female bookworms pants while getting their homework done for free.

He stormed back into the Gryffindor common room in a huff.

He landed with a thump on the couch beside Ron and pouted.

"Guys suck."

Ron looked up from his homework which was looking rather untouched.

"I could do with a break anyway, been at this near five minutes. What's up Y/n?"

He sat back up closer to the other boy, giving him his full attention.

Ron wasn't sure what it was about Y/n, but there was just something that made him want to spend all day staring at him, or listening to him talk about the things that made him get all excited. He made the cutest faces when he got all worked up, eyes shining brighter than any star in the sky.

Okay, so he knew why he felt that way, heck, he had even acted on it. He still couldn't believe his luck when Y/n had agreed to go on a date with him. Of course they had had to pull off some pretty fast talking to get their friends to stay behind without it seeming like they wanted to be alone.

Ron focused back in just in time to see Y/n narrow his eyes at him.

Oops, he had noticed that he wasn't paying attention to him.

Ron cringed slightly.

"Sorry, was just thinking."

He cast a furtive look around the room, but they were pretty much alone right now. He was sure that wouldn't last.

Y/n just looked curious now.

"About what?"

Ron shifted awkwardly. Feelings weren't really his forte.

"About how I must've used up all the luck I had stored up for the next few years just to get you to agree to go out with me."

Ron sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck, knowing that he was blushing.

Y/n was blushing when Ron had managed to gather up enough courage to look over at him.

They went to move closer, but their moment was ruined by the portrait entrance slamming open to let in some other Gryffindors.

"Later?"

"Later."

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Y/n and Ron had stayed up much later than anyone else. It wasn't unusual for Y/n, but Ron knew the only way it wouldn't look suspicious for him to stay up was to pretend to be engrossed in a game of chess. He had thought of his homework at first, but then realised that he was usually the first one to give up, so working on it for hours unprovoked would be almost more suspicious than anything else he could come up with.

By the time that midnight rolled around Y/n and Ron had been alone in the common room for just under an hour. In that time they hadn't moved closer. They didn't want to risk it when people might still be remembering that one last thing they had accidentally left in the common room. Nothing said guilty like two teenagers springing apart as someone comes down the stairs.

It was Y/n who made the call. He stretched and shoved his book into the bag before moving over to the couch.

Ron could take a hint, no matter what anyone said, and followed Y/n over.

They sat looking at each other for a minute, just taking the other in.

"It's pretty exhausting hiding this, huh?"

"Yeah," Ron answered. "I sort of thought it might be kind of fun, but it's mostly just tiring. Can't really enjoy spending time together when we're constantly looking over our shoulders."

Y/n gave a half smile.

"Still worth it?"

Ron grinned back and reached out for Y/n instead of answering.

"Can I kiss you?"

Y/n nodded too fast and almost fell over.

Their lips met while they were both still laughing.

They didn't keep laughing for long. It had been a long week for them both, and they hadn't had very much time alone lately.

Things were just about to get more heated when they heard a noise from behind the couch.

They froze, still looking into each others eyes, then they pulled away from each other faster than either of them had ever moved before.

"Yeah, bit late for that really."

Neither of them had hear Harry's voice sound so cold.

Y/n turned to face his brother who had apparently walked in on them making out.

Well, at least everyone was just as embarrassed as each other judging by the blush on Harry's face.

Ron and Y/n watched Harry silently from opposite edges of the couch.

Harry clenched his jaw several times before seeming to try to calm himself.

"Ron. A word."

Y/n cringed. Well, it had been nice knowing Ron, but Y/n was pretty sure he would be helping to bury his body soon.

Y/n watched as Ron and Harry made their way over to one of the windows. He pouted, he couldn't hear anything from where he was. He sat back and crossed his arms as he waited for Harry to come back and deal with him.

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Harry was so far past mad he didn't have a word for it anymore.

His little brother, who was smaller and just generally more frail, was apparently down here making out with Ron.

What the hell were they thinking?

And hiding it, Harry was sure neither of them had been thinking properly.

"What exactly did you think you were doing with Y/n?"

He stated each word as clearly and calmly as he could, but he could still hear his voice shaking in his rage.

He waited for Ron to start explaining himself, but just as he opened his mouth, Harry decided he didn't much care what he had to say.

"Look, I think it was pretty obvious what you two were doing, but let me just say, as Y/n's older brother and the only member of his family who cares about him, if you ever do anything to hurt him. Well, I'll show you exactly why I'm considered a threat to Voldemort."