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lilacs-stars · 4 months ago

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a night to remember

this is part 2, recommended you read part 1 first! (to avoid confusion) pairing: james hook x fem!reader (requested) (note: reader is glinda the good witch's daughter) SUMMARY: one day, you find a mysterious note in your locker from a certain pirate. who knows where it'll end up taking you—and your interesting relationship with him. GENRE: very wholesome despite the intro (I swear), fluff, some teasing and banter, reader being oblivious, mutual pining, just relationship cuteness overall CW: not much, mentions getting tipsy (not from alcohol), one little dirty joke if you squint hard enough WC: 7.5k

A/N: the title was inspired by the song of the same name by beabadoobee and laufey (I recommend listening to it while reading, as it sets the mood nicely!) james hook is literally so gentleman coded you can’t convince me otherwise. also I randomly thought of male characters using "m'lady" and now I'm obsessed...this was made to be pure, feet-kicking and giggling inducing fluff, so enjoy! thanks again to the anon who requested this, hope you like it! please leave feedback and suggestions, hearing your thoughts makes me so happy! :))

You stare down at the drink in your hand, the realization of what it is slowly dawning upon you.

Mouth agape in pure disbelief, you glance up at the man sitting in front of you. The devilish glint in his eyes, rivaled only by the shine of his metal hook, sends chills down your spine—making it terribly clear why he brought you.

Oh god, you think. How in the world did I get here?

You make your way through the bustling halls of Merlin Academy, trying your best to not get jostled by the ruckus of the crowd.

Honestly, who puts people’s classes on the sixth floor and their lockers on the first? you mentally grumble, finally reaching the dreaded staircase that you climb up and down dozens of times each day.

After descending the five flights of stairs, you’re completely out of breath by the time you reach your locker. You tap the lock with your pointer finger three times, a magical device inside reading your fingerprint. It clicks open, and your locker door swings out towards you.

Reaching to place your books inside and take out some new ones for the rest of the day's classes, you’re shocked by something that slips out as soon as the door opens. A white piece of paper sways back and forth as it falls to the floor, right next to your feet.

You bend down to pick it up. Upon closer inspection, you learn that it’s not a piece of paper; it’s a small packet, stapled in the corner. At the top, in neat, printed letters, are the words “ENCHANTMENT OF MAGICAL OBJECTS: UNIT 3 WRITTEN TEST.”

Below it, a line is provided for the student's name. Scribbled down in a fancy, yet somehow still messy and barely legible font, is the name “James Hook.”

He left me his test? you question. You don’t even bother wondering how he broke into your locker; after that little incident where he stole your ring, you have resigned yourself to not being surprised at his so-called “bad boy” antics. He is a villain, after all.

This test was one that your class had been preparing for quite some time. It mainly centered the theory of enchantments, with the most difficult one being the Aiming Spell. Thankfully, you had taught Hook most of the material during your study session last week, specifically focusing on helping him improve his Aiming Spell (although maybe he got a little too good, considering how he pulled off that ring trick).

Your confusion regarding the test placed in your locker lasts only a second longer, until you notice that in the top right corner, a big, circled "87%" is written in bright red pen.

The number stays for a brief moment, before the red ink rearranges itself on the page, morphing into a “B+”.

Wait…that’s really good. For him, at least, you think. Is this really all because of your one tutoring session? You have always thought that you’re pretty good at teaching other people, but you never considered yourself a miracle worker. He must think it is because of me, I guess. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left this in here.

Even though you know you’re probably not supposed to, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you flip back the front cover to check what he got wrong.

As soon as you lift the top page, another piece of paper falls out of the test. This time, it’s smaller, a faint beige color tinting the sheet.

You reach down once again to pick it up as you notice that this one is actually an envelope. Glancing at the back, which appears to be empty, you flip it over to the front side. It bears a wax seal embossed with an emblem of two crossed pirate swords.

Carefully peeling back the top of the envelope so as to not rip the delicate paper, you pull out the note inside. There isn’t much writing on the plain paper, but it’s in the same handwriting as before. Very intrigued at this unusual occurrence of events, you read the few lines of text keenly.

“Friday, 6 pm. The Rogers Place.

Make sure to wear your fanciest dress.

Meet me there. I’ll be waiting.”

...What? You’re too stunned to even think. What is this? There’s no way he’s actually asking you out…on a date.

This has to be a joke, right? A study session was one thing, but this, this, meetup, is something entirely different. He even asked to meet you outside of school. You've heard before of the restaurant he mentioned, although you've never actually gone there yourself. Based on what you've gathered, it's a popular, rather formal place run by Eudora Rogers and her young daughter, Tiana, in memory of her beloved husband.

So why in the name of the heavens would James Hook ask you, someone who has no dating experience whatsoever, of all people, to go with him to dinner? “Wear your fanciest dress”? What is this guy thinking?

In utter disbelief, you flip over the note, checking the back to make sure you haven’t missed something. To your surprise, there is some writing scrawled on the back, which reads: “Your payment for helping me pass my test.”

Right…so…he’s asking you out on a—no, it’s not a date, you remind yourself, yet again. He’s simply doing a nice act to return the favor. This was probably the only thing that came to his mind. Silencing the little voice in your head that whispers, “Why would the first thing that came to his mind be asking you out to dinner?”, you stuff the envelope and note in your bookbag, holding on to the test to give back to him sometime.

As you walk down the hallway, rushing to get to your next class, you don’t see the figure lurking behind the corner at the other end of the corridor.

He smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you.

This one? No, it’s too casual.

How about this one? No, it’s not fancy enough.

This? Too sparkly.

That? Not sparkly enough.

You sigh, flopping onto your bed amidst a pile of dresses. It’s a few hours after school let out, on the day you’ve been anticipating all week long. And, not surprisingly, you can’t decide what in the world to wear. After all, it’s not like you’ve been out on lots of not-dates to know what a typical outfit would be like.

You stare up at the ceiling, sighing again for what must be the hundredth time this night. At times like this, you seriously wish you had a roommate. You've always had your dorm all to yourself, and sure, it is really nice most of the time. You can relax and unwind in solitude, with no one distracting you or pestering you with trivial matters while you study. However, there are the rare few occasions where you long to have someone close, to help you out or give you advice.

After holding up quite a few more dresses in the mirror, you finally decide on the one with the fewest number of cons, from the mental list you made for each dress. Slipping it on—albeit with much difficulty, since who designed dresses to be so frilly to the point where you can't even find where to put your head?—you stare at your reflection, completely enamored by the person you see staring back at you. You’re not really used to wearing fancy things like this, which is probably the reason why you barely recognize yourself.

Twirling around, head over your shoulder as you keep your gaze locked on the mirror, you realize why people have always told you that you have a striking resemblance to your mother. Your outfit consists of a ballgown-style dress, which really is the only type you have in your closet. Even though it’s a bit uncomfortable, the fitted bodice making it rather hard to take a full breath and the off-the-shoulder neckline compelling you to constantly tug it up to prevent it from slipping, it still is absolutely gorgeous. The short sleeves complement the torso, and the full skirt, all puffed up with layers of tulle, swishes elegantly as you move around. The bodice is densely embellished with small rhinestones, mostly at the top, with the gems growing sparser farther down the dress. A few crystals are set into the skirt just below the waistline, creating a scattered, shimmering effect reminiscent of the stars in a night sky.

Even though you aren’t a fan of fancy dresses, you must admit, you absolutely adore this one.

Finishing off the look with some jewelry and accessories, you take one last look at yourself in the mirror. You've never been one to be arrogant, but it's still hard not to think that even though this is certainly not a date, maybe, just maybe, Hook might be a little more interested in you after tonight.

“Um…hi?” you say, timid voice rising into a question from your uncertainty.

After getting dressed, you made your way to the restaurant. Fighting the deep-rooted urge to get there early as possible, you took the long route, not wanting to be the first to arrive. I’ll make him wait for me this time, you decided with an evil little smirk, thinking back to the day of your study session and the long minutes you had agonizingly spent wondering if he was going to show up.

Now, you stand in front of the reception desk, peering up at a waiter ordering papers. Fiddling with the lace gloves covering your hands, you add, “I don’t know if my name is ion the reservation or anything…”

Honestly, you’re not quite sure what to do at this point. All Hook had instructed you was to show up at the restaurant at this time. Part of you had expected him to be waiting by the door, but now that you see he isn't, your nervousness rises.

“Are you Y/N?” the server questions, glancing down at something on the small podium-like stand.

“Uh, yes, I am,” you reply.

“A young man has made a reservation for the two of you. He’s already waiting for you out on the patio. If you’ll follow me,” the waiter informs you, grabbing a menu from his stack and leading you through the bustling restaurant.

You follow him, feeling incredibly bashful as you swerve around tables and people alike. You finally reach a large set of doors in one of the seating areas, which the waiter opens for you.

Stepping through the threshold, you sense the cool rush of the evening air welcome you out. The sky has already begun to dim, a few faint stars gleaming against the dark backdrop. Spread out in front of you is an array of tables, most of them small enough for only two people. The low lighting, coming solely from flickering candles and glowing lanterns strung throughout the area, paired with the singular rose set in a vase at the center each table and a faint, slow jazz song playing somewhere in the background, makes for the most romantic of settings you could have possibly imagined.

Your breath is completely taken away as the server leads you through the arrangements of seats. It’s sparsely crowded, with only a few couples seated here and there, each enjoying an amorous dinner.

The server stops at a circular, two-seated table close to the edge, overlooking a magnificent view of the city down below. A few feet in front ahead and sitting with his back towards you, the only object of your thoughts for these past few hours turns his head in your direction, probably upon hearing the clacking of your high-heeled shoes.

Although you’ve tried your best to convince yourself that this, in fact, is not a date, you simply can’t deny the way his entire expression light up at the mere sight of you. Hook stands up, unabashedly eyeing you up and down slowly, taking all of you in.

A small smile tugs at his lips as he takes your hand in his, once again bowing down to place a kiss on your ring—it appears that this has become a routine, which you can't exactly say you mind.

You don't miss how he pauses for just a moment, noticing the way your ring is still on your ring finger, unchanged from the place he left it. Holding your breath, your heart beats faster as you worry about what he thinks of it. To your relief, he doesn’t say anything, instead kissing the gemstone and straightening back up again, but not before ever so softly—yet still with obvious intentionality—brushing his lips against your finger, deliberately tracing your skin with an agonizingly slow pace as his warm breath sets your every nerve on fire.

“M’lady,” he breathes, standing to meet your gaze. His casual nonchalance is a stark difference from the way you struggle to regain your composure, hating how even the smallest of actions from him can elicit such a reaction from you.

As you study him, you notice that he had a significant wardrobe change too; instead of his usual pirate attire, he dons a dark maroon frock coat, embroidered with intricate swirls and designs. He definitely made an attempt at looking a bit more classy, with his hair neater than usual and the collar of his shirt tidily done. You could even swear that his hook looked more polished than usual, and that he carried the faint, odd trace of expensive cologne.

The server leaves the menu on your table and walks away with a polite nod of his head. Hook steps over to the chair opposite the one he had been sitting in, pulling it out for you in a manner that is far too gentlemanly for what you're used to seeing from him, gesturing at you to sit down with a wave of his shiny metal hook.

Overwhelmingly flattered, you walk over, smoothing your skirt beneath you as you take your seat. Hook pushes your chair in, before going back to the other side of the table to take his own seat.

Not sure what else to do, you pick up your menu and glance over it. “Decide what you’re going to order yet?” Hook asks you.

“No, you?”

“They already took my order, but I told them to wait on preparing my food until you had ordered as well.”

They already took his order? How long has he been here? you wonder. You glance at your wristwatch, seeing that it’s only a few minutes past six o’clock. Deciding to shrug it off, you go back to looking at your menu, despite not being able to fight the voice in your head that whispers about how you should've gotten here earlier, that he had probably been waiting for you, all alone, for quite some time.

“It’s so hard to decide,” you say with a halfhearted laugh, trying to fill up the heavy silence. You peruse the menu more carefully this time, marveling at how many different dishes are listed. Finally, after reading through the entire thing a few more times, you settle on the one that sounds the best.

After only a few moments, the server comes back around and takes your order. “A fine choice, ma’am,” he comments as you tell him your choice of entrée. You notice that all of the waiters here wear fancy black suits and come with a pristine white cloth draped over their arm. Huh, how fancy, you think to yourself. I never knew this place was so formal.

“So, Hook,” you begin, “Why did you bring me here?”

“Didn’t you read my note? It’s a thank-you for helping me pass my test. The teacher was very impressed with my score, you know,” he responds indifferently.

You give him a small sigh, paired with a gentle smile—your attempt at hiding the twinge of disappointment dancing in your eyes. “I did, but you didn’t have to treat me to dinner. A simple note would have sufficed.”

Hook looks at you, dark brown eyes wide and holding your gaze with an intensity you’ve never known. “Sufficed? I don’t want to just suffice. I want to give you a memorable night. An unforgettable experience.” “I don’t think I could ever forget a charming pirate with a hook for a hand,” you laugh, teasing him lightly. Instead of laughing along with you, Hook stares at you for another moment, studying you with slightly scrunched brows and an indecipherable expression on his face. You grow uneasy at his burning look, shifting in your seat as you wonder why he’s watching you so intently.

However, the tense awkwardness in the air lasts for only a minute, before Hook breaks into one of his famous smirks as he replies, “Oh, charming, am I? I know you can’t stop thinking about me, love.”

“Th-that’s not what I meant!” you cry, leaning across the table to give him a small push. He breaks into a laugh, his lips curling up into yet another genuine smile as he leans back just out of your reach. His mirthful expression makes you realize that he had been simply joking, causing your face to burn up as your mind replays your rather dramatic reaction. Honestly, you can never really tell whether he’s being serious or just messing with you.

“Settle down, love. Wouldn’t want you ruining that pretty dress of yours,” he responds, twisting to the side again to prevent getting smacked by you.

You two continue making small talk, still partaking in your teasing, only slightly annoying banter. Before you know it, a waiter is walking towards your table with two platters, one in each hand.

The server sets down the plates on your table, the dishes both looking absolutely delectable. Along with the food, he places two matching beverages in front of you two.

You thank him, and he bows again before leaving. Turning back to Hook, you watch with a slight arch of your eyebrows as he raises his drink in the air.

“A toast,” he says. “To continuing our little dates.”

You roll your eyes, not bothering to correct him this time. Lifting your own glass, you add, “And to you continuing to get good grades.” He smiles at this, before lifting the drink to his lips. Perceptive as always, you notice how his eyes follow your hand as you bring the glass to your mouth.

A sudden, fleeting doubt crosses your mind at his suspicious behavior. Glancing down at the drink skeptically, you notice its unique bright red color. You lower +it slightly and sniff it, then bring it down from your face, fixing a glare at Hook. “You think I don’t know what this is?”

“Oh, I know you do. That’s what I was counting on, at least.”

You persist with your glare. You've spent many hours reading up on different potions and elixirs, so you're no stranger to the drink in your hand. It's a popular one known as the Lovers' Lascivious Lure, a beverage with a fruit punch-like taste, plus a little kick. The real reason for its fame, however, is the touch of love potion that gets mixed in. Not enough to truly make someone fall in love with you or intoxicate them, but rather something that is favored by couples looking to get a little tipsy in love on their night out.

You set the glass down on the table, not breaking your gaze away for a second as you continue to glower at the person sitting across you.

“It’s rude to not drink after a toast, darling,” Hook says, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I don’t care, I’m not drinking that,” you reply irritatedly.

“Fine. Your loss, love.”

You watch in complete shock, eyes blown wide and mouth agape as Hook brings his drink up to his lips again, tipping back his head as he gulps the entire thing down in one go.

“I’d drink yours as well, darling, but I’d hate for you to be forced to walk me home, instead of the other way around,” Hook spouts with a bit too much added expression, slightly swaying as the effects of the potion kick in.

You continue to stare at him, concern etched into your features, knowing full well that this drink is designed to be sipped slowly throughout a leisurely dinner, one with much idle conversation and flirtatious looks. Not to be downed all at once. You honestly don’t know what the side effects are to consuming a large amount very quickly, but you pray that the potion is weak enough so as to not cause actual harm—or any other effects—to him.

“So, love,” Hook drawls in a low tone, leaning in. “Anything you feel like telling me?”

“You’re the one who drank the liquid courage, not me,” you point out, fixing him with another look. “Honestly, I’m not sure how much longer you’re going to last like this.”

At your words, Hook’s dazed expression suddenly disappears, instead replaced by a very serious, stern face. “Oh, I assure you, love, I can last very long.”

You blink, a tad confused at why he said that with such a strong conviction. Brushing it off, you look down at your food again, your mouth already watering. “Come on, our food’s going to get cold, and it looks far too delicious to waste.”

Hook agrees, unrolling his utensils instead of shooting back a one-liner, much to your surprise. You’re even more taken aback at the way he drapes the white cloth, which previously held his cutlery, over his legs as he begins to eat, keeping up with his very proper etiquette. He does everything with utterly perfect decorum, from holding his fork and knife in the correct positions to cutting all his food into little pieces. You honestly don't know why this comes as such a shock to you; he has been employing rather polite manners all evening, after all. It appears, you realize, that you’ve always subconsciously believed the stereotypes that pirates are unruly creatures, which therefore must mean they eat messily.

Apparently, this pirate doesn’t.

You both make small talk as you enjoy your food, which is every bit as delicious and succulent as it looked. All the different components are cooked to a perfect degree; not raw or difficult to chew, but not burnt, either. Rich, deep, aromatic spices have always been the staple of this restaurant, and for good reason. You have no clue what flavorings they used, but whatever they are, they taste unlike anything you've ever eaten in your entire life, like an otherworldly meal sent from the heavens. To top it all off, the food also comes with piquant side dishes, followed by desserts that are absolutely decadent and make you melt with every bite you take.

After you both have had your share, Hook motions to the waiter for the check. You had slipped some extra cash into your handbag before coming, not sure what the expectation would be for who paid. As the waiter returns with the small black book in his hand, you turn to Hook.

“I can pay, if you want,” you offer.

Hook quirks his brow as he gives you a look, before reaching into his coat pocket. “Come now, don’t be ridiculous, love. What kind of a man would I be if I didn’t pay for you? Especially considering that I was the one who asked you out.”

You blink hard, barely aware of your small nod towards him, your mind racing as the waiter gives Hook the check. You blankly watch him scribble a signature before handing it back, trying to process what he just said. “...asked you out…” Does that mean he actually considers this as a date? Especially since he offered to pay for you…Heavens, what is going on?

Your eyes trail the waiter as he leaves, just as Hook turns back to you. “All finished?”

“Yeah,” you confirm. “So…what now?” You aren't quite sure whether or not he's planning on walking you home like he mentioned earlier, but you do know that you're not ready to part quite so soon. Averting his gaze, you instead choose to look down at the candle flickering in the middle of your table. It is now very dark outside, to the point where the flame’s meager light shines with a bright luminosity. Entranced by the fire, you stare intently at its dancing movements, attention fully consumed by how the flame appears to be practically alive.

“Now,” Hook says with a glint in his eyes, causing your head to snap back up, “I have something to show you.”

“Something to show me?” you repeat. “Show me what?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see once we get there, love.”

“Once we get there? Hook, where are we going?”

He gives a smug, knowing grin. “You’ll see. Just be patient, darling.” He notices the skeptical look you still have, so he adds, “Trusting me last time turned out good, right? So trust me one more time. I promise you’ll like your surprise.”

You consider his words, hating how he had a point. “Fine,” you huff. “Lead the way, I guess.”

You start to push your chair back to get up, but Hook chides, “Ah ah ah, no you don’t,” standing up himself before walking behind you. He grips the back of your chair and pulls it out for you, before offering his good hand to help you stand too.

Once again, you’re rather shocked at his well-mannered behaviors and courteous gestures. As you accept his outstretched arm, you wonder how in the world this is the same person who was, only a few days ago, leaning back in his chair with his feet up, flinging magical disks across the room.

Getting up, you hesitate for a moment, freezing in place now that you’re level with his eyes. You haven’t been this close to him since that pivotal day during your study session, and your breath gets taken away once again by the proximity.

His angular features and sharp jawline catch your attention, causing your legs to stagger as your gaze wanders down to his soft, plush lips, which definitely stand out amidst the rest of his chiseled face. You had never noticed how his eyeliner also traces his bottom lash line, making his eyes pop whenever he widens them, or how part of his hair swoops to the side and slightly covers his forehead. It dawns on you that you’ve always overlooked the two small silver earrings that dangle from his ears, or the chain around his neck with a cross on it, usually hidden by the collar of his shirt.

Not aware of how you’re just standing there paralyzed, you commit to memory the small details about him you’ve never really seen before. Even though the inside of your head is alive and bustling with a plethora of thoughts, outside, you two stand in terribly awkward silence.

Hook clears his throat, snapping you back to reality. “Come along, darling. We wouldn’t want to be interrupted by curfew again.”

Tightening his grip on your hand, which still holds yours, he leads you through the entrance you had used not so long ago while bidding farewell to the waiter. You continue up the hill to the woods behind the restaurant, Hook refusing to give even a single hint as to what big surprise awaits you.

The trail through the trees starts off easy enough, although still rather difficult for you to traverse in your tight dress and voluminous skirt. If I had known I’d be taking a hike, I’d have worn something more suitable, and much more comfortable, you think, but ultimately decide to keep your mouth shut. After all, Hook had been spoiling you all evening. The least you could do was not nag him about every last thing.

The farther you go, the thicker the branches that block your path and scratch at your arms with their sharp claws get, and the denser the underbrush that tries to trap your feet and swallow you whole grows. After a quarter hour of consistent walking, the trail all but disappears, until only a small path carved by the footsteps of a few brave souls remains. You have to hold up the edge of your full-length skirt the whole way to ensure it doesn’t get all dirty and muddy; by the time you’re nearly done, your arms ache just as much, if not more, than your legs.

You and Hook travel mostly in silence, the sounds of your heavy panting and the crunches of leaves and branches underfoot filling up the empty air. You trail behind him, sometimes struggling to keep up, although he does happen to notice this and slows down his pace after the first few minutes.

Occasionally, Hook gives a short, crisp, “Watch out for the rock there, love,” or “The branches here are really low, I’ll hold them up for you.” You always respond with a clipped “Yeah,” or “Okay, thanks,” trying to mask just how out of breath you've gotten from the difficult climb. Early on in the beginning of the hike, you had to let go of his hand, favoring holding up your skirt instead. Still, in areas where the ground is rough or rocky, or the footing becomes difficult or rather steep, Hook always turns around and offers his hand to you and helps pull you up, or reaches out his hook from overhead for you to grab on to.

The noises of the night accompany you the entire time: the soft chirps of crickets, a few croaks from a frog somewhere out of sight, a creature or other scampering through the bushes, a rare call from an owl, and the whispering of the leaves above as a cool breeze passes through them. After a few more minutes of walking through a maze of nature with trees so thick—their only rival being the velvety blackness of the night—the pace of the trek finally slows down. You've long tired of always having to hold one arm ahead to ensure that you don’t get smacked in the face by an unsuspecting branch, so you're overwhelmingly relieved when Hook finally says, “We’re almost there.” “Finally,” you mumble between breaths. “I think my limbs are just about to fall off.” You can’t really tell in the pitch-black darkness, but you could have sworn that Hook gave a small smile at your words.

Once you reach a thick tangle of branches and vines that completely block your path, you both come to a stop. You watch as he pulls them back and to the side, even slicing through some with his hook. He beckons you forward with a courteous, “Ladies first,” a grin dancing on his features.

You walk through the clearing and onto a wide ledge overlooking the entire city. The view knocks the breath out of your lungs, despite your body already screaming at you for more oxygen. All thoughts of your strenuous hike vanish from your head, except for one that reminds you the arduous journey was absolutely and totally worth it.

From all the way up here, you can see the entire land. The shimmering lights of the large cityscape below you steal your heart, while the small village houses and mountains beyond them, creating the faintest of outlines against the horizon, capture your soul. This vantage point allows you to see everything; every bustling street filled with people rushing to get home after a long week, or frolicking around on a night out. Every house, every drawn-back curtain, but a mere speck in the constellation of human activity, a testament to the splendor of life. Twinkling lights sprawled below you paint a shimmering mosaic, reflecting the celestial canvas of stars hanging above you.

You stare in pure awe, almost forgetting about Hook as he approaches you from behind. “Enjoying the view, love?” he whispers softly, his voice closer to you than you expected.

You startle, turning backwards with a sharp inhale. “Oh…yeah, it’s just…breathtaking.” Unable to think of the right words to describe it, you decide to settle for an almost shameful understatement of the view's beauty.

You’re not quite sure if you imagined it, too caught up in your head, but you hear something that almost sounds like a soft, “Just like you.”

“Huh?” you ask, turning back around to face him.

“I said, I told you you’d like it,” Hook repeats, although you still hold your suspicions. “All you had to do was trust me.”

“And how can I be sure you aren’t planning to push me off the edge?” you question, teasing him.

“Well, you can’t,” he replies, walking over to the ledge. “But if I do, I’ll let you drag me down with you. If we go down, then we go down together.”

You giggle, choosing to take his words at face value only and not read into them too much. After all, your heart can only take so much in one night.

Hook crouches down, using his good hand to support him as he sits down in front of you, keeping one foot hugged to his chest as he dangles the other off the side of the cliff.

He glances over his shoulder at you, patting the space besides him. Cautiously, you walk over to the ledge, joining him on the ground.

You both sit there for a moment in silence, looking over the magnificent scene. You can tell that Hook finds comfort in the lack of conversation, but it feels too heavy for you, and so you decide to finally break it with the question that’s been on your mind this whole night.

“Hook?” you ask gently.

“Hmm?”

“Why did you bring me here?”

He turns his head slightly to glance at you. “I thought you’d like the view,” he replies, looking at you with a confused expression.

You take a quick breath, preparing yourself for the difficult words you’re planning to speak next. “No, I mean, why did you really bring me here tonight?” He opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off, adding, “And don’t lie to me.”

His mouth closes shut again and he hesitates for a moment, contemplating his next sentence carefully, before responding, “I’ve already told you.”

“What, that you wanted to thank me for helping you get a B-plus on your test? Yeah, that excuse won’t work on me anymore.”

“No, not that.” He turns his head back and runs his good hand through his hair, making his neatly combed style look a bit more windswept than before. “I wanted to ask you out on a date.”

“…What?”

“I already told you that it was a date, love. You just chose not to believe me.”

It’s your turn to whip your head to the side this time, now facing directly towards Hook, who’s still looking straight ahead at the scenery.

“I-I didn’t…truly…I thought you were just joking when you said that.”

He glances at you again, a roguish grin forming on his lips. “Oh, darling, I don’t joke about much. Especially not with you.”

Again, you choose not to read too deeply into his words, trying to break your awful habit of overthinking. Instead, you press on, wanting to gain as much information as you can from him. If nothing else, at least a few answers might help put your mind at a little more ease. “Why’d you want to ask me out? I’m not exactly…”

Your voice fades away as your brain catches up with your far-too-fast mouth, realizing that saying “I’m not exactly the most desirable person to date” may not do you any favors.

Hook turns to look at you with an expectant gaze, and you know that you can’t sweep your little slip-up under the carpet that easily. Gods, he’s observant. “…the most popular person at our school,” you finish.

“Hmm, true,” Hook concurs, tilting his head with a tone as if he’s never considered that point before. You were half-expecting him to disagree, more out of courtesy than honesty, so you’re a bit taken aback when he agrees with you.

“But I don’t care about popularity.” Ah, so there’s that socially obligatory politeness. You don't really believe his words at first, yet the way he says it so sincerely, so genuinely, makes you wonder if he truly is being honest.

“So why’d you want to take me out on a date?”

“Because, love, you’re different from what I’m used to,” he replies. “You’re kind, soft, pure. You intrigued me.”

You recoil at his words, a deep, writhing anger rising out of you. “What, you only went out with me because I’m so pure and innocent? So you could corrupt me?” you spit, having heard this little skit far too many times before.

“No, not like that. Not at all.” Hook twists his body to face you more, and although you’re still mad at him, you can’t deny the hurt and pain that swirls in his voice and eyes at your accusations. “You’re…you’re always trying to help others. You always speak softly, always smile. You’re untainted by the evils I've witnessed. You’re like an angel sent down from the heavens. You’re not like me, love."

Hook continues, “And I don’t want to change that. I don’t want to corrupt or hurt you. I want to preserve that. Every time I’m with you, you make me want to keep you safe from the troubles of the world, the cruel things I’ve seen.

"You make me want to be around you. I can't explain how, or why, but your presence alone compels me to change my ways. To be kinder, gentler, softer. For you. It's as if you're contagious, and well, I think you've infected me, love. Whenever I see you, or even think of you, everything feels just a little bit better. The weight on my shoulders feels a bit lighter, and nothing seems as bad as it used to, as it was when I was on my own.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is...you've made me feel things that I haven't felt in a long, long time. Things that I thought my blackened heart couldn't even experience anymore. You make me feel like there's still goodness in the world...like there's still hope. Like I still have hope." You blink slowly, your mind and heart spinning alike as everything around you, as time itself, seems to slow down. You're unable to process all his words, unable to even begin to consider the implications of what this all means. “So, what you’re saying is…you only like me because I’m good?” you ask, touched by his sentiment, yet a little sad at the underlying meaning. Does this mean that if you want to stay with Hook, to maybe even be something in the future, you can't have any darkness to your soul? That you'll have to continue to be as righteous and morally correct as ever?

He gives a small chuckle. “Of course not, darling. I love when I make you snap, when you get angry at me. I love when the fierce part of you comes out. Just like it did now.” He reaches out his good hand to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, brushing against your cheek as he keeps it there, not pulling back quite yet.

You can see the hesitance swirling in his eyes, the uncertainty in the way his hand lingers by your face. By some sudden stroke of courage, the origins of which are a complete mystery to you—maybe he had the love potion added to your food too?—you shift your whole body towards Hook, keeping your legs tucked together and off to one side.

“Kiss me,” you breathe.

“I'm sorry, love, wh-what?”

It feels strange to take command for once, but it sure is nice. “You heard me. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

His lingering hand cups your cheek as you both lean in, meeting each other in the middle. Hook’s lips are as soft and plump as you imagined, almost like brushing your mouth against the petals of a rose. Placing one of your hands on the ground beside you, you put your weight on it as you move even closer.

You’ve read of intense kisses, filled with passion and fueled by lust. But this isn't like that. It is slow, sweet, intoxicating you with only the purest of adorations. Your lips hover over his as you tilt your head to the side to prolong the embrace, getting swept up in the moment whilst being completely and blissfully unaware of anything and everything besides how his lips feel against yours, how his hook traces your body as he devours you like a starved man given his last meal. How he breathes you in like you're the very air that fills his lungs, like your sheer essence is the only oxygen he needs. You bring your hand up to his shoulder, leaning further into him as he moves his good hand back and tangles it in your hair.

It ends rather quickly, the entire kiss lasting but a moment, yet still filling you with the sweetest pleasure. In that moment, you realize why people spend their whole lives searching for love; it’s one of the most endearing, profound forms of joy that one can feel, and you're certain that you just felt it.

You pull away, noticing how his gaze lingers on your lips, before looking back up at you. He gives you a captivating, yet genuine smile, one that makes your heart to ache at how perfect he is, yet simultaneously yearning for his touch, his lips, him being wrapped up in another embrace with you and never breaking away. The newfound euphoria coursing through your veins and making your mind fuzzy causes you to return his smile with a wide, love-drunk grin of your own, a deep, wholehearted devotion emanating through your gaze as you study his features.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you whisper, staring into his eyes—eyes that reflect your own.

“Always, love.”

“You were my first kiss,” you confess.

Hook brings his hand back up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone. His grin grows, an endless affection swirling in his dark eyes as he replies, “I guess this really is a night to remember.”

You give a small laugh, lowering your forehead to lean it against his shoulder, seeking comfort in his hold. “You did want to give me an unforgettable night, after all.”

“Can I tell you a secret, too?”

You raise your head again to peer up at him with wide eyes, curious as to what he has to admit.

“That day, in class,” he confides, “I was enchanting those disks and sending them across the room so you’d come and talk to me. I saw how you went over to help that other kid who was struggling. So, I figured that if I struggled too, you'd come over and I could get a conversation with you.”

You raise your eyebrows. “So you could cast the spell right?”

“Oh, no, not even close, love. That was all your work. Although I might have put in a bit more effort just to impress you,” he adds with a small smirk.

You move one of your hands closer to him, placing it on top of his and intertwining your fingers together. “Well, I suppose it worked.”

You lean back into him, kissing him blissfully yet again under the watchful smile of the moon glowing high in the sky, the stars glimmering and winking down at your young love. As you embrace, the city below bustles with the joys and despairs of human life unbeknownst to you, each person a thread in the tapestry of the world. Every soul but a speck of stardust in a cosmic dance.

And perhaps that is the greatest folly of human life. All the weight of one’s burdens, all the battles fought, all the hearts and souls that love and cry, together composing of but a fleeting second amidst the vastness of forever. And yet, each person gets lost in the preeminence of their own narrative, joyfully unaware of every grain of sand that disappears into the abyss as we shuffle closer to the edge of this mortal coil. But oftentimes, one’s deepest flaw is their greatest feat, as no imperfection comes without its own merit.

So maybe that very feature is, instead, the greatest feat of humanity. To love like you’ll live forever, and to weep like there’s no tomorrow. Maybe our ignorance gives us strength, the strength to keep going every day, pretending as if we somehow have an authority and power over the galactic strings of thread that weave together the fate of our universe.

The city below you, the world outside of the little bubble the two of you have created, moves on, unknown and unknowing of you both. But in this moment, nothing else matters. Nothing besides the love and affection you and him have grown to share.

end x

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a/n: I just had to end this with some philosophical musings haha (hey google, how do you write beginnings and endings?) anyways hope you liked this, I love making fluff like this :D I love seeing everyone's comments and reactions, all feedback is highly appreciated! until next time :))

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joonieskinks · 1 year ago

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She's it For Me (f)

Simon (Ghost) Riley x reader | fluff | around 900 words. short, cute.

AN: I know this isn't BTS, so you can feel free to ignore if that ain't your thang. It was just a little piece that finally got me back into writing after a busy couple months here. Enjoy some Simon Ghost Riley if he's your cup of tea too lol <3

Simon Riley threw his back against the wall for cover, hands manically preparing his gun to unload the next set of rounds. This was supposed to be an easy going mission, a simple fetch and return of some intel. No one was truly prepared for the ambush that came and unexpectedly landed right in the 141’s lap. Especially not Simon.

But you certainly were.

And that certainly was a surprise for the masked Lieutenant when you came whipping up to the wall he was against, blood splattered on your face, your arms brushing.

He knew you had a background in the field, some stealth operations… At one point you were a sniper for a couple missions here and there when a substitute for a man was needed - like today -, but you transitioned into the medic role pretty naturally. It was always your gift, tending to people and caring for their wellbeing. Not that you were getting any younger either, medic was a safe, secure position in the military and you enjoyed it. It was tamer than being out with the boys in action of course, but it had its close calls and moments. It just stuck, earned you the nickname “Stitch” and you made your way into the squad’s hearts. Took some warming up though, especially Simon. Of course him.

You thought he hated you for the longest time, but Soap convinced you otherwise and you eventually learned that he’s just like that. And with almost everyone, but you appreciate who he is more now. The man you’ve come to know and love, much to his obliviousness. Even when you’re practically straddling him in his hospital bed trying to close a bullet wound to his shoulder, holding your breath at the proximity of you two. You’re shaking, you’re sweating, you’re looking into his eyes, his bare face for the first time, at his lips, he’s gripping his hands around your thighs and squeezing when the pain stings too much- Yeah, you think he still doesn’t get it then.

But you can see he certainly does now looking at you in the heat of battle. Your hair’s pulled back into a ponytail, which flows into a braid. You’re in your tactical gear, a little bit of someone’s blood splattered across your cheek. You look up at him, watching him stare at you and your eyebrow quirks up.

“You good, Simon?” He loves when you use his real name, gets him every damn time. He thanks God that he has his mask on or else you’d see the red blush overpowering his cheeks.

“Y-Yeah. Are you?” You smile at him, and all he can think about is how hot you look. Simon has always been attracted to you. He would jump at any excuse to touch you, to ogle you if he can, to be with you - especially when you were fixing up his wound. The image of you above him, legs spread over his abdomen, that’s something he will never forget.

It’s just now that he realizes nope, no one else can have you because you’re his girl. He thinks he’s felt this way for a long time, but seeing you like this when you’re normally the one doing all the healing instead of shooting - Well, he thinks this side of you has sent him over the edge into territorial mode. And you can sure as hell read him like a book right now, his body language and eyes practically begging you to let him touch you.

“Simon, I think we should talk after this”, you touch the side of his mask slightly, looking up into his eyes. He’s not looking away and moves to bring his fingers under your chin, keeping your gaze on him.

“I think we should do something other than talking too, love”. You let out a laugh at the implication. You can only bite your lip and nod, your hand dropping to his chest and eyes to where his mouth would be. He knew what you wanted, and he let his head bow down until your foreheads met. Simon tucked some of your loose hair behind your ear, caressing your cheek, your jaw and down to the back of your neck. He moves to bring his mask up just enough to expose his lips-

“God!” You screamed at the surprise, a bullet cracking against the wall just behind the two of you. Simon hadn’t even realized he had brought you against his chest, his arms wrapped around your body and bringing you two as close as you could with all your armour on.

“We’ll continue this later, okay?” He said sweetly, before kissing your temple and moving around the corner, gun up and aimed.

You smiled and gently touched the spot where his mask had brushed your skin, the kissing noise he had ever so slightly made echoing in your ears. You felt like a 10 year old at the playground, smiling after a boy again. But honestly, it filled your heart up with hope and even more love for the Brit.

Maybe you should join them in the field more often if it means Simon Riley will swoon at the sight of you.

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diejager · 9 months ago

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Hello there! I absolutely love your stepdad!konig piece!!

I actually comment this on ao3, but I also doing it here just in case 🥺

Reader is pregnant and horangi step up as father but what if the baby looks just like konig? Her mom will be suspicious? Konig will be overjoyed? Horangi will try to breed her as soon as possible?

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, stepcest, forced pregnancy, childbirth, implied kidnapping, gaslighting, tell me if I missed any.

There was a heavy amount of guilt in your heart when your twins were born, they stark difference between your boy who had pretty brown eyes and a smooth head, and your little girl’s gaping blue eyes, pale and blinking owlishly with small tears and a few black strands sprouting from her head. You feared what your mother would say when she saw that your sweet angel - Horangi had dubbed her Yoon-Suh - had neither yours, nor the Korean’s eyes. It made you wonder if this would be a sign for your mother, something to prove your fear and abuse, to open her eyes to your damned situation, but they had an excuse for everything.

“Eyes are a complicated thing, ” König had the doctor explain, facing your mother with a wrinkled, but kind and gentle expression, “She’ll outgrow them within the first year, Ma’am.”

Your mother seemed to trust the doctor’s words, you would as well if you hadn’t known the truth, he was a kind man who’s face looked so disarming. Your mother exclaimed her many fears of complications happening to you and Dr. Mathews was very patient with her growing worry, promising her that he’d be one call away.

“Call me whenever you have any complications, missy. Or one of the nurses, all right?”

You were driven home after every check ups with the twins and your body to catch any issues that might’ve occurred through childbirth, dressed in loose clothes and coddled by both men while your mother stared on in awe and glee, seeing her husband help his step-daughter with her new children and the baby daddy took responsibility and stayed. It made her feel a sense of happiness and pride unlike you, who drowned under another wave of agony and sorrow. They, however much you loved your babies and their adorable faces, would tie you down to both men, stuck under the nose of your oblivious mother.

When Yoon-Sun’s eyes only grew paler, a shade between emerald and tourmaline, a beautiful mix if it didn’t remind you of König’s oppressive character. Your mother shared her confusion, questioning her husband about the clear ressemblancein Yoon-Suh and his eyes, but he shrugged it off, reminding her that it had only been two months and change was inevitable, whichever spectrum it went, it would eventually darken into a familiar shade. She nodded and hadn’t questioned your stepdad about her eyes anymore, somewhat satisfied with his answer.

And when Leon’s hair started growing, the few dark strands that seemed black until it curled into a soft auburn that your mother was extremely familiar with. What could they use as an excuse for Leon’s hair colour to appease your mother’s suspicion, to staunch her questioning. Unfortunately - fortunately for them and their wretched minds - your mother was never one to know any… complicated information, such studies weren’t in her education in her time, but it was in yours. You knew how basic genes worked and it wouldn’t make sense for your child to have the hair colour that neither parents had, recessive or dominant.

Yet, König and Horangi had managed to convince her otherwise without as much as a sweat, their words and experience convincing enough for her. She left it at then, but her suspicion was mounting, the wound bleeding and threatening to come to life. And before she could do anything, to stop them from feeling oh so proud of themselves, they took you away. You were gone in the night, taken under the watchful gaze of the moon, gagged and tied in the old van they repurposed to hold the twins safely while they drove across borders.

She’d been gaslighted and naively trusting until the moment she woke up to a cold and vacant home, her husband and friend gone, grandchildren taken and her daughter taken.

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viridwns · 2 years ago

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I hope you’re having a great Morning, Evening or Night. Could I get some Bungou Stray Dogs, Armed Detective Agency Headcanons with A very very flirty S/O who leaves them red in the face and Speeches just because she thinks they look cute like that. Can it be a mix of both Sfw and Nsfw :) Thank you <3

The ADA with a flirty S/O headcanons + drabbles

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warnings: none, some dirty jokes, just fluff

Characters: Atsushi Nakajime, Ranpo Edogawa, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Akiko Yosano, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki

A/N: I'm not going to write NSFW, but there will be some implications on Dazai's part ofc because he's a slvt.

Atsushi Nakajime

MY BOY CANNOT HANDLE THIS OKAY

He'll already get so flustered if you compliment him, flirting will just make him combust

Atsushi is such a bottom, no one can convince me otherwise. So seeing him all red and pretty won't be that hard

You made the first move when you two met, he was and is still too shy to make any moves

He tries tho, it's so sweet

He'll try and hold your hand, but even the smallest touch makes him embarrassed

But even if he tells you to stop your flirting, he hopes you continue because he is very touch and attention deprived

'Are my eyes deceiving me or am I a witnessing an angel gracing me with his presence.' You take the hand of your lover as you stare at him with hearts visible in your eyes. Atsushi looks at you in shock, the words visibly processing in his mind. His face slowly turns red as you kiss his hand, him finally getting what you meant with your comment. He is quick to hide his embarrassed blush from you as he pulls his hand away and moves his face the other way. 'I-I'm not an angel [Y/N].' He splutters, you giggle. 'Oh but my love I am certain you are one. How could I ever be so lucky to have a outworldly being as my boyfriend!' You hug his side and sigh dramatically. You could feel the heat of his body seeping through your clothes. 'If anything you are the angel here.' He quietly mutters only for you to hear. Your heart leaps a bit at his words as you only hug him closer. You loved it when he tried to counter your flirty remarks with his own, even if they weren't the best.

Ranpo Edogawa

He will literally ignore your remarks

There is no hope for you to make him flustered

You can try all you want but he'll stare at you for a few seconds and then focus on something else again

Don't let his calm demeanor fool you tho, once he's alone and the memories of your words come back to him a pink hue can be seen on his cheeks

The only time you'll get to see him all red and flustered is when you offer to feed him candy and coo at him how cute he is

That is literally the only time

After that he's never going to be embarrassed about something again

You smirk once you spot your target. Your boyfriend was busying himself eating the pile of candy Kenji and Kyoka got while trick or treating. You slowly walk up to him, your mischievous smile only getting wider the closer you got. You couldn't blow this, not when you worked days on finding the right thing to say to fluster your detective. Ranpo was oblivious to the scheming that was happening behind his back as he finally found his favorite lollypop in the pile of goods; happily unwrapping it and plopping it in his mouth. He let out the smallest squeak when you tackled him to the ground. 'Oh heavens! It seems that I have fallen for you my dear. Not that I mind at all, you look lovely under me.' You said to him with a much exaggerated tone of voice and a wink to finish it all off. You felt proud of your actions, but that pride soon sunk into your shoes as your boyfriend looked up to you with a raised eyebrow. 'You made me drop my lollypop.' He whined as he pushed you off of him, reaching for the now dirty candy. He pouted as he got up and threw it away. You sat there flabbergasted, all your planning gone in just a split second as Ranpo was unfazed once again. 'Why can't you just react to my comments for once!' You exclaimed as you crossed your arms. Ranpo sat back down in his chair again. The pout he once had slowly turned into a smirk as he saw you sitting on the floor in front of him. You looked at him with confusion as he grabbed your chin. 'You look even lovelier on your knees for me like that.' He mocked your wink as he turned back around, your eyes widening at his comment and cheeks flushing red. 'Was that a good enough reaction for you?'

Dazai Osamu

IT'S A COMEPTION BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU

Who can make the other one blush faster?

match made in heaven fr fr

Dazai is hard to throw off guard, you can flirt with him all you want but he'll match your energy perfectly

And let's be honest, he'll get you perfectly pink by calling you belladonna

Oh how this man loves you when you flirt with him

makes him weak in his knees

He's super horny though, so don't flirt too much or you won't be able to walk the next day

You'll get to see him flustered more when your relationship progresses and he lets his walls down more often around you

But the majority of your flirts are cheesy af and he loves it

'Someone pinch me, I think I'm dreaming. How can a human who's so perfect stand in front of me?' Dazai takes your hands as he sighs lovingly. 'I am such a blessed man.' You giggle at his words, already knowing how to counter his attack. 'If Van Gogh had you as a subject, the sunflowers would have gone in the trash.' He let go of your hands to hold his hand over his heart. 'Oh my belladonna! you're going to be the death of me!' He gasped for air. 'You take my breath away, my love. Do you know that?' You bit your lip, concentrating on not getting flustered as his sweet words entered your ears. He smirked as you didn't say anything for a while. Already claiming victory, but you were far from done. ' I really like our friendship you know, especially when we make out.' It was your turn to smile as you stunned your boyfriend into silence. It didn't last long though as he grabbed your waist and gently pushed you against a wall. 'Don't think you've won my darling, I have allot more in store then you might think.' Your smile dropped as you saw his lustful gaze, but you didn't give up just yet. 'I meant what I said earlier.' You leaned in closer, making sure he could feel your breath fanning over his lips. Dazai's response was to only press closer to you. "Ah yeah? let's test that statement shall we?'

Kunikida Doppo

There are two things that can happen when you flirt with him

One: He'll get it immediately and 'get angry' with you for not being serious at work

Or two: He doesn't get it and will react super seriously

This man can not flirt if his life depended on it, his idea of flirting are sharing his ideals and then saying that you fit the majority of them

He once asked Dazai as a last resort how to deal with you and your flirts

Dazai had the time of his LIFE, he was actually so happy his suicide attempt failed that morning because he didn't want to miss this for his life

'Are you sure this will work.' The blonde man asked his colleague as he stared at your working form. He smiled at the sight of your tongue poking out because you were concentrating so hard. The brunette nodded eagerly. 'Yes yes! as long as you do it exactly as I taught you, it'll be fine!' Dazai ushered him in your direction. Kunikida swallowed a lump in his throat as he tried to look as relaxed as possible. You didn't notice your lover walking up to you until he cleared his throat. You looked up from you computer screen and lit up as you saw him. 'There’s an empty spot here and I'm waiting for you to fill it.' You said to him as you patted your lap. He had to bite his tongue to keep him from bailing on his plan, he looked behind him to see Dazai standing there with his thumbs up. Kunikida shook his head as he turned his attention back to you. You looked at him suspiciously. 'Is there something wrong, love? You seem nervous.' He shook his head. 'No, it's just that I think your father is a thief.' You looked at him with an offended expression. 'Excuse me? What did you say?' He immediately panicked as he saw your furrowed brows and fire filled glare. 'I-I mean that I think your father is a thief because he stole all the stars and put them into your eyes.' He blurted out. Your glare turned into a soft expression as you registered the flirty comment. He still stood there, Dazai laughing behind him. Kunikida was slowly turning more and more red as you smiled at him. 'That was very sweet, thank you.' You replied after an agonizing long silence. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he smiled back at you. He was never going to do this again.

Akiko Yosano

She can flirt, don't get me wrong, but her flirts are mostly medically related

in short: You don't understand them half the time

which makes you have the upper hand in a flirting contest

She'll laugh most of the time at your flirty remarks

Loves the dedication you put in them when you try to make her flustered

She doesn't get flustered easily

Only really gets embarrassed when you give her a sincere and simple compliment

She's a baddie, but immediatly turns into putty when you call her beautiful

It was your monthly dat night. You were waiting calmly for your girlfriend to finish up as you stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her. You knew how much effort she always put in her looks for you. But she could wear a plastic bag and be covered in mud and you'd still think God sent an angel your way. You smiled at the thoughts of your ethereal girlfriend as the stairs creaked, making you put your attention towards the sound. And there she was, the woman of your dreams in a beautiful purple dress and a face that could only be the definition of gorgeous. The corner of your lips lifted upwards as she descended the stairs towards you. 'I'm ready if you are.' She said, you couldn't take your eyes off her. 'I'm so lucky to be blessed with a beauty like you.' Your voice was soft and full of sincerity. She looked at you with those wide eyes and your heart skipped a beat as you saw her face redden. She pulled your arm and walked towards the door. 'Yeah, yeah. Let's go already.' You laughed as you opened the door for her. 'Anything for you.'

Jun'ichirō Tanizaki

He's used to it because of his sister, but that doesn't mean he is immune to it

He still gets super red every time you hit him with a flirty remark

He can't flirt, but he always has the best compliments ready for you that'll make you speechless

He always does it at the most random times too

when you're wrestling to get a hamburger in he will just sigh dreamily and call you gorgeous or something and you'll look at him all confused with your cheeks puffed out because of the food

If you flirt with him + touch him you'll get bonus points, he will not know how to act if you do that

You two were just chilling on your lovers bed with each other: You had opted on doing a face mask while eating ice cream while your boyfriend was reading a book. You looked like shit, but you never cared how you looked when you were with him. You were just putting another spoon full of chocolate sweetness into your mouth as Tanizaki looked up from his book and at you with adoring eyes. Scanning your every feature and noted the way you scrunched up your nose as the cold ice cream touched your teeth. 'You are so perfect, you know that?' He said and you stopped eating, the spoon still in your mouth as you looked at him. You raised your eyebrows as it took a few seconds for you to function again. You took the spoon out of your mouth and swallowed the ice cream, suddenly very conscious about your looks. '...thanks?' You said with a questionable tone. He just hummed and stared at you longingly for a few more seconds before going back to his book. You looked at him, sighing at how adorable your boyfriend was. A mischievous smile crept onto your features as you thought of a way to repay his kind words. 'I would look even more perfect on top of you.' You giggled as it was now his turn to stop functioning.

I am not down bad for Yosano or anything pfff

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bookie-bookdust · 28 days ago

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Sebastian Sallow Headcanons

Shitty attempt at headcanons for my morally gray, stubborn Sebby boy in Sebastian Sallow Fucking Sucks. It's long for literally no reason besides I don't know how to shut up.

My Seb has gone through it. He suffers - but he also deserves it for that whole "ignorant" outburst days after what happened in the Restricted Section on the night of the Yule Ball. So yeah, he's begging for forgiveness by the end when he realizes how torn he and MC's relationship has become - not without stubbornly trying to get under her skin first.

This idiot constantly wears tight clothes - not because he knows it drives MC insane, though if he noticed, it would get much much worse for her lol- but it's because he's so damn messy he grabs the first clean thing he can find in the morning (slutty little vests, tight sweaters, button downs with stressing buttons - RIP MC).

Reading glasses - enough said.

He's an extremely adept magic wielder. Not only can he cast multiple Unforgivables with shorter cooldowns, but his spells are obscenely strong. MC has not been able to beat him in a duel since that very first time.

That being said, he can't cast a patronus because he's a sad emo boy.

Fav spell: Confringo. Secret fav spell: Imperio.

It's not with the times, but he would definitely listen to metal music. You can't convince me otherwise.

The morally gray/dark wizard line is sooooo veryyyyyy thinnnnnnnn and will get worse.

He doesn't trust aurors and would NEVER BECOME ONE!!!!!!!! Why do ya’ll want him to be a cop so bad??? (Unless he's a dirty cop lol)

Career-wise, he'd be a curse breaker, healer, or a dark wizard 😌

Irrevocably dedicated to the ones he loves, and if he feels its dire enough, he will hurt them to protect them. Trust me on this - for no reason in particular😇

Not opposed to getting on his knees and begging hehehehe...

A skilled healer due to countless hours in the library studying up on a cure for Anne.

Has burned his fingerprints off with too many fire spells. And speaking of his fingers, it's common to spot him with ink staining his skin from all his note taking.

While he's charming and cocky, he sees himself as lesser, dispensable, and directly blames himself for all of his life tragedies.

Anger issues - duh.

Not sure if I'll even get into this in SSFS, but my Seb comes from a family of the Dark Arts - whether he's aware of it or not. We already know Solomon used them. I'd like to think his parents did as well, which is what led to their deaths. The Sallow line is cursed as fuck. Will be exploring this more in a future Dark Seb project where he has to break this curse.

Will make dick jokes. No one is safe.

While he'd make a great beater in Quidditch, his life just doesn't have space for trivial things. He's too busy with murder.

Speaking of body count LOL, he's charmed quite a few witches, but no one has shorted his brain quite like MC. He's intently studied some interesting books in the Restricted Section fantasizing testing out some things.

Idk when his birthday is lol. I'm just agreeing with everyone else.

Seb's relationship with Ominis is interesting....I'll be perfectly honest, I'm not sure if their friendship is going to survive in my world. Seb crosses too many lines. Obliviating your best friend really drives a wedge between you.

THE manipulator. We don't get to see too much of this in SSFS because we're in MC's pov. Particularly because he uses his wiles differently on her. But one of my favorite examples is even as he's mocking her for her poor attempt at lying in the broom closet, he's actively making her anxious (and hot and bothered lol) with that little thread on her sweater. And eventually she slips up. He's such a mother fucker lol.

Okay this post is way too long. I'm gonna leave now lol. BYEEEEE.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy headcanon #sebastian sallow headcanon #hogwarts legacy fanfic #I'm more than aware most of these are common lol #I'm doing my best ok I'm lazy and don't like developing things lol

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the next time you meet them

a/n: for my carats and deobis <3 this is entirely fictional! (that's a given) pls reblog

🖇️ he stares at you across the table, eyes half lidded from all the wine he’s downed. the previously inviting chatter around the table is all noise to him; he can't be bothered to avert his gaze from your face. he hadn't planned on drinking at all that night, but seeing you so close to him, on another man’s arm changed that. a familiar burn rises in his throat. goosebumps line his skin, almost mocking him as he sees your fingers linger on this dude’s arm. what did you see in him? the only time his eyes leave your face is to ask for another drink. (jeonghan / younghoon)

🖇️ he smiles at you, but not before considering sprinting in the opposite direction. it's not as hard as he had imagined, he tells himself, except his heart feels like it just ran a five mile marathon and his ears are ringing. you smile back at him, oblivious to the whirlwind your presence evoked on an otherwise warm sunday afternoon, and he catches sight of the front tooth you chipped on his television set. ah. the day you had moved in together. five months after, you had kicked him out. his heart knows how to put itself back together now, after hundreds of failed attempts. (seokmin / kevin)

🖇️ you have bloodshot eyes and his hand reaches around your waist to steady you instinctively. no one bats an eye when you lean into his touch and tell him you’ve always loved how he smelled, and did he change his perfume recently? this is what friends do, isn’t it? that is what he is to you, after all? (cheol / sangyeon)

🖇️ saturdays are game nights for your mutual friend group. so the fact that you had spent the previous night projectile vomiting on your bathroom floor, or the fact that he was wasted beyond comprehension, resulting in a terrible hangover had to be kept aside to protect a previously well-kept secret. the pit in your stomach gets deeper every time the warm sound of his laugh reaches your ears, body aching to be touched by him. he leaves early. (jun / changmin)

🖇️ he has freshly bleached hair. you know this because he’s at your doorstep. he’s at your doorstep? hope is a home in your chest, immediately crumbled by the look on his face. is he not here for you? “i wanted to come get my stuff. it wouldn't be fair for you to have reminders of me everywhere.” oh. (chan / chanhee)

🖇️ standing infront of the café you’ve been avoiding for the most part of the year, you try to convince yourself you're seeing things in places they aren’t. through the glass window, dark brown eyes catch you. pretty eyes, heavy with confusion (or is it guilt on his face?) attached to a face so familiar it makes your breath hitch. the images come in flashes. hand squeezes, midnight snacks (waffles), one green apple mojito + two straws, butterfly kisses, promise rings, forgotten birthdays, muffled sobs, untouched food, promise rings taken off. too much, too fast. heartache can only be described as a knife lodged in your sternum. (soonyoung)

🖇️ years have passed. he doesn't recognize you, or simply refuses to acknowledge you. either way, your skin tingles with nostalgia when he gets into the elevator after you. they say certain scents can evoke the strongest memories. from your spot, you can trace the slope of his nose, the curve of his mouth, the apples of his cheeks with your eyes. everything is just as you remember it. silver glints on one of his fingers as he lifts his phone to one ear. well, maybe not everything. he was your first love, that's all. (joshua / juyeon)

🖇️ if someone told you the first boy you fell in love with was going to walk up to you, ten years later in the auditorium where you first kissed him, just to tell you how beautiful you look, you would've laughed in their face. but here he was now, (in a blazer, instead of a bomber jacket, but) as exquisite as ever, and after two glasses of wine, you let yourself wonder how his smile would feel against your mouth. i think i’ve seen this film before. would it be so bad to let him break your heart again? (vernon / sunwoo)

🖇️ the thing about weddings is they make you feel nostalgic about things that could poison you (namely, relationships). so when you spot him in the distance, the groom’s closest friend and your former lover, you can’t help but long for everything that once was, everything that could have been. the warmth of his skin against your cold hands, his arms around your waist as he whisks you away for a dance, the vision of his freshly curled hair between your thighs. whoops. (wonwoo / hyunjae)

🖇️ he stands at your doorstep, drenched. water drips from his hair and clothes onto your welcome mat. “i thought about you all day, about how lonely these twenty four hours can get for you. it’s almost midnight, but i had to come, even when the rational part of me advocated that i don’t have the right to do this for you, not anymore. but i wanted you to know that i care, no matter what happened between us. happy birthday. i’m sorry.” (seungkwan / eric)

🖇️ a freezing christmas eve. looks like he hasn’t let go of this habit of always waiting till the last moment to pick up christmas presents. for the years that you were together, you made sure to get it done on time. seeing him now, two winters later, borderline panicking on the other side of the store makes you laugh (and reminisce, and dream). maybe you should go over and h- you’re frozen in place when an arm slides around his waist. he pulls her closer as you watch, heart thumping against your ribcage when he presses a gentle kiss to her cheek. bells jingle as you leave the coziness of the store for the biting cold. you must've been mistaken. that's not the man you knew. (woozi)

🖇️ you bump into him the day you move into a new building. he gives you a smile that makes his eyes soften and watches as you break in two. “oh, i live here too.” what if you had loved him out loud? set free the words rolled under your tongue? what if you had hooked your fingers into his belt loops and pulled him closer? regret tastes like four glasses of wine at your own housewarming party, with eyes fixed on the door. do you believe in second chances? (minghao / haknyeon)

🖇️ the years have been super kind to him but you can see the hints of ageing on his otherwise flawless skin. his smile, velvet and butter, still floods the room with warmth. or maybe just the entirety of you, as he sits next to you on the couch. it’s silly, the effect he still has. you can't help but be jealous of all the moments of him the hands of the clock stole from you. all of the tears and smiles you weren't next to him for. his hands, once soft in yours, are now calloused and rough. his hair, the shortest you've seen it. he shifts closer to you, as if sensing the turmoil. and when his hand grazes yours, electricity shoots through your fingertips. he’s here now. maybe the thoughts can wait. (mingyu / jacob)

bonus:

🖇️ you have a visitor. you open your home to him once again, leading him out to the balcony. the sky is an angry pink, the plants looking warily at who the evening brought in. “look, i’m sorry for not believing you. for pushing you out and leaving you behind. you didn’t deserve that. you're like…the fucking sun and i envy people who see that and get to be loved by you. i don’t get to be bitter, do i? i had it and i lost it. had you and i lost you. let me be yours again.” you wake up to his side of the bed still empty. was he dreaming of you too?

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skzhua · 2 years ago

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'your eyes' series

synopsis: eight men, eight stories and a glimpse at their love lives.

genre: college!AU, inspired by 'your eyes' MV, genre depends on each story.

warnings: swearing (you know me by now, i can't help it), suggestive for some of them, all are female reader.

note: they can be read individually, but they are all interrelated.

note 2: click on the hearts to read!

status: complete.

a/n: am i currently rushing with school? yes. am i already working on 5 scenarios? yes. and yet am i making myself work even more? yes... i'm so excited for this series, though! i hope you'll love it as much as i do.

STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

♡ "Come live with me."

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader.

genre: fluff, slice of life, neighbour!AU, suggestive.

word count: 9,321

warnings: swearing, cheesy asf.

summary: you've been living in the same apartment building for years now. everything has always been to your comfort; no noisy neighbour, no argument with the landlord, a cozy neighbourhood... when you've come to the realization you could not pay for your sweet home anymore, your friendly neighbour suggests a plan for you to stay. are you going to say no to the handsome man with many charms? of course not.

♡ "Do you trust me?"

pairing: bang chan x reader.

genre: fluff, a glimpse of angst, idiots-to-lovers.

word count: 8,659

warnings: swearing, drinking, slight angst, chan and reader are so oblivious (mostly reader).

summary: your first mistake was to major in music in college. your second mistake was to change classes and end up in bang chan's. your third was to accept his help to pass the class. your last mistake was to push him away.

♡ "This is disgustingly cute."

pairing: kim seungmin x reader.

genre: fluff, barista!AU.

word count: 7,904

warnings: swearing, your typical barista imagine.

summary: seungmin has seen you before, but he never bothered talking to you. in fact, he did not care about you. when you came in the coffee shop in distress, he decided to be a good person for once and to make you a caramel macchiato in hopes to help you calm down. surprise: you do not like caramel macchiato, but you do like the young barista.

♡ "Just one bite."

pairing: lee felix x reader.

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff (did i mention fluff?).

word count: 7,698

warnings: warnings, might cause a heart attack of cuteness.

summary: brownie boy was a myth for you. since the first day you have stepped in the campus, everybody would be praising brownie boy. you could not believe that a grown man was kind enough to be giving out free food, good food. when brownie boy heard about your suspicions, he was more than willing to prove you wrong.

♡ "I could use some company."

pairing: yang jeongin x reader.

genre: fluff, slight angst.

word count: 7,896

warnings: swearing, crying, mentions of mental breakdown, mentions of abuse, mentions of bullying.

summary: jeongin has one job: do the laundry. living with jisung who is a mess maker, he has no other choice but to be the responsible one of their dorm. waiting for the clothes to be dry, he hears cries, yours. how could you be so pretty even while crying?

♡ "I need to see it to believe it."

pairing: seo changbin x reader.

genre: fluff, slight angst.

word count: 8,589

warnings: swearing, suggestive, reader is lowkey mean in the beginning.

summary: hearing changbin telling your friend, hwayoung, that he is convinced he can organize a better date than the guy who ruined hers, you can only laugh at him. persuaded he can prove you otherwise, he bets he can make you fall for him by going out with him on a date. the competitive in you accepts.

♡ "I might be a fool too, then."

pairing: han jisung x reader.

genre: fluff, a bit of angst.

word count: 11,377

warnings: swearing, drinking, failed dates, suggestive.

summary: being your closest friend on campus, jisung has been through thick and thin with you, and so the opposite. thus, he has seen your multiple attempts at dating, your numerous failed dates and the guys who had never called you back. what can be any better than a night in with him to cheer you up?

♡ "You were the first person I thought of at the moment."

pairing: lee minho x reader.

genre: fluff, angst.

word count: 10,529

warnings: swearing, suggestive, unrequited love mentioned, minho being minho (savage and flirty).

summary: your relationship with minho has always been tricky. either he is roasting the shit out of you, or he is flirting with you shamelessly. when things start to get complicated with your childhood friend, chan, why is he the first one who come up in your mind?

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kawoala · 7 days ago

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oatmeal raisin with akaashi ! also congrats on 400 !!!

🍪 ⤷ akaashi keiji ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

⊂ word count ; .5k (526)

⊂ content warning ; ghost hunting 、eerie house 、what could be 、JUMPSCARES 、 i dont like the way this is written!!!!

The air inside the house is thick with dust and the weight of silence. The floorboards creak with every step one of you takes through the dimly lit hallway. The beam of your flashlights barely cut through darkness. Before this moment, you had been convinced that exploring a haunted house would be fun, but now you’re thinking otherwise.

“Koutarou, stay close,” Akaashi warns from the back of the trio, voice low but firm. He’d always been the voice of reason between you and your brother— ever since you first met him in fourth grade.

But Koutarou has never been one to listen to anybody but the voices in his head. “Dude, check this out!” His voice fades as he disappears around a corner, completely abandoning you and Akaashi.

A sigh escapes your mouth and you wrap your arms around yourself, shivering. “I was just about to ask him to leave,” you mumble, breath visible in the air.

Akaashi glances at you with an unreadable expression. Though, these days, his expressions are seemingly always unreadable. “Are you okay? You wanted to come here,” he pauses, then furrows his brows, “right?”

You roll your eyes and can’t help the nervous laugh that forces its way out of your mouth. “Uh, yeah.” You nod. “I did. I didn’t think it would be this creepy.”

You both pause, just listening to the house for a moment. A noise echoes down the hallway, entering one ear and floating out the other. You go rigid, a strong streak of scared runs down your spine and you shiver violently. “Did you hear that?”

He doesn’t respond immediately. You look over to find his eyes narrowed, darting around the dark space. “Probably Koutarou.” His voice is steady, a quiet reassurance despite the tension in the air. “He went that way, right?”

“Right. Probably just Kou.” The silence feels even heavier now. Your pulse races and you take a step towards Akaashi.

He looks down at you, smirking just the slightest bit. “Are you scared?”

You look up. “Me, scared?” You scoff and laugh nervously once again. “Never. It’s just, um, cold. Yeah, cold.”

”Cold, right.” He nods. Without even acknowledging it, he shrugs off his jacket and holds it out to you. You start to protest but he sighs dramatically. “Cold. Right?”

You giggle and nod, then take the jacket from him. It feels warm around your shoulders and you almost instantly feel safer. “Thank you,” you whisper, eyes glued to the ground.

He doesn’t say anything back, but you know he’s smiling.

You tilt your head to look at him, looking not at his eyes, but at his lips. His smile. You’ve always loved his smile. Just as you’re about to speak…

“Boo!”

"Boo!" Koutarou’s voice rings out from behind you, making you both jump in shock.

You let out a squeak of surprise, heart pounding in your chest as Akaashi steps back, clearly flustered. Koutarou is grinning from ear to ear, totally unaware of what he'd just interrupted.

"Wasn't that awesome?!" The excited boy exclaims, oblivious to the moment he'd ruined. You can only laugh nervously, your face warm with a flush.

#kawoala #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader #return to sender #haikyuu akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu!! akaashi #akaashi #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #hq akaashi

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weshney · 8 months ago

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Blog Masterpost

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Danny Phantom Stuff

Writing Prompts

Someone takes a trip through the ghost catcher and it's not Danny. Thus, Skater Boi Fun Vlad is born. Ecto-stone's random coincidence post that shows a visual.

Nobody knows AU. Except NOBODY KNOWS. Including Fenton and Phantom

Sentient Crown AU

Ghost Hunger AU. Free Range Mochi Balls

Older Doctor/Physical Therapist/Veteran Hero Danny

Wildlife Photographer Danny

Handyman/Doctor Danny

Eldrich Horror Danny makes a friend from another town as Phantom. But this kid is absolutely oblivious to Phantom's ghost status

Death (poisonous food) Eater Danny

Allergy Danny

Where Jack's driving finally pisses someone off enough that they set fire to the Fenton household in the dead (ha) of night

Danny's ice core makes his human half cold

Random time resets like Danny's made the wrong choice in a dating sim and has to load an earlier save

Someone in the DP universe suddenly gains additional personalities. Write this person using any personas available on the voice actor's roster

Snitches Get Stitches. Crime Witness

Danny gets hit by an invention that destabilizes his ghost form. Crossover potential.

DP x DC crossover

DPxMHA crossover. Danny follows AU version of himself

DP x MCU crossover. The collector gets a hold of Danny

Fluff. Helpful Dad Ghost

Fluff. Blob ghosts like Danny's aura

Horror/Humor. Lich King Danny

ANGST/SWEET. Victims of grave robbing

ANGST. Wes Dissection

ANGST. Live forever regardless of state of body

ANGST. One of Danny's parents get killed in battle. Ghost Parent AU

ANGST. TW suicide. What if one of the people Danny had to save on the regular was someone trying really hard to become a full ghost?

ANGST. Danny possesses someone, but the person gets heavily injured while he's inside them

ANGST. Radioactive Danny

ANGST. Danny's two halves get forcibly separated and for some reason, he can't put them back together again

Comic Prompts

Intoxicated Danny of some sort near someone he's crushing on

Headcanons

Danny's so strong and gets such a versatile power set coming from the fact that he's clueless

Danny impersonating random objects

Danny can remove his bones and pilot them separately from his body like a ghostly RC car

What if everyone in the Phandom became ghosts when they died? And we all just started populating the same city in the Zone?

Canon Danny would use a clone as his "twin" for carpool lanes and you can't convince me otherwise

Wes Weston has eczema

Snipet Writings

Skyrim x DP Part 1

Skyrim x DP Part 2

Malcom in the Middle x DP Crossover Summoning Oneshot

Shitpost/Memes

Legend Has It Comic

Jeff Jefferson Honey Badger Comic

Danny getting that puppy he always wanted meme

DannyMay Day 14: Seance (Yes Yes Board)

Gilf Vlad

Little Baby Man Raccoon Meme

Danny vs Princess Hamlet Meme

Gangster Glowstick Danny Meme

Jefferson Family GWE Cult Meme

You Tell Me 2023 EctoImplosion Stolen Art Style Animation Prank

2023 GWE Ice Age Meme

2023 GWE Disaster Danny Meme

LapWulf, ICarly Smoothie Meme, Manhwa Danny GWE2024 Line Arts

Artwork

PhantasyPhest Dragon Danny Transformation Animation (pre-tablet)

Ballroom Scandal Fanart Starlit Stable (invisobang2023, post-tablet)

Ballroom Scandal Fanart Phantom's Warning (invisobang2023, post-tablet)

Ballroom Scandal Fanart Misc Doodles (invisobang2023, post-tablet)

Danny Fenton's Bedroom (pre-tablet) or DPMarvel's Face to Face Cover Art

Free to Use Fabric Print (pre-tablet, there is one error that needs to be corrected where two symbols stacked....somewhere. lol)

Portal Panic Cover Art (color and sketch clean up only, pre-tablet)

Portal Panic Luke Myway Dani Phantom (pre-tablet)

Portal Panic Animal Hound Dog and Ojiro (pre-tablet)

Portal Panic Seaborne Nightcore Fanart (color and sketch clean up only, post-tablet)

Portal Panic Jazz Fanart (color and sketch clean up only, post-tablet)

Ghost Queen Sam (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Danny Phantom Scooby Doo (gwe2023 color only)

Marionette Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Plant Core Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Electric Core Raichu Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

I-Spy Haunted House Skeleton Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Jamming With Ember (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Graveyard Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet) or Colorshifted

Amp It Up Ember (gwe2024 color only, post-tablet)

Creature Danny (gwe2024 color only, post-tablet)

Anger Management (gwe2024 color only, post-tablet)

Cowboy Danny (gwe2024 color only, post-tablet)

Danny In Japan - A Vacay Photo Album (gwe2024 colors only, post-tablet)

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Regular Stuff

Other Writing Prompts

Principal Nezu in Fullmetal Alchemist

Random

Rap Battle Mages

Polyandere

Event/Blog Ideas

Fanart Event

Commenter Blog

#danny phantom #dp writing prompt #dp headcanons #memes #shitposts #meme

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chubby-kiyo · 5 months ago

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Some wg scenarios Ig. (I’m in for the long haul, buckle in)

THH guys

Makoto Naegi

I see him going into the killing game already a bit on the chubbier side. The boy appreciates the value of a hearty home cooked meal, and it shows.

He is largely unbothered by his weight in that he’s just kind of… used to it?

He doesn’t really do anything to change his eating habits, and it doesn’t help at all that he is of the mindset that it’s incredibly rude not to accept and finish a meal when it is offered.

So when he settles into life at the academy, it comes as no surprise that he continues to pile on a bit more, and he is relatively oblivious to it even as it becomes noticeable to his classmates.

It takes until he realizes that he can no longer zip his hoodie to have a “well. That just happened“ moment, and just kind of go about his day.

I believe that overall he has a pretty even weight distribution, and a hanging tum that rests nicely across his thighs when he sits.

He is trans and hasn’t had top surgery in my hc, so yeah, he is going to have some larger than average moobs and wider hips, but he is fluffy enough everywhere else that it doesn’t stand out too much unless he said something.

He is one that would really not need a feeder to end up getting bigger, as he kind of just casually does on his own, but he would absolutely blow up if someone he loved was pushing food onto him (how dare he refuse?)

Leon Kuwata

By the time the off season comes around again, he has absolutely HAD IT with training every day, as the whole routine gets kind of stale after time.

But he is such a junk food fiend during the playing season, and that isn’t changing any time soon.

The man is used to putting away whole pizzas, dozens of wings, and whole trays of fries in a single night without consequences, so he would feel like he was absolutely starving if he adjusted his intake to the new routine.

So of course as one does, he packs on weight like no one’s business, and has no regrets in so doing.

As far as he’s concerned, he’s busted his ass for something that he genuinely doesn’t even care about, so why wouldn’t he deserve to treat himself?

He’s done this before and knows exactly what he’s getting into. Hell, even the coaches aren’t surprised by the change in his physique between seasons, but all the rookies are in shock. “Well that’s Kuwata for ya, get used to it.”

His gains show the most in his belly, but his thighs stay very thick (it’s those baseball player muscles still coming in clutch) so he ends up just looking kind of even.

Of course he’s out of shape for a bit, but he gets right back into playing after about a week or so.

He never fully loses the weight though. He just gains more back each season than he did the last.

Yasuhiro Hagakure

The man is incredibly lazy and you can’t convince me otherwise.

He also gets the munchies from some other activities he partakes in, but you could have already guessed that.

So naturally binging ensues. And with it, consequences follow.

Hiro is completely oblivious to the changes in his physique, he has never been fit in his life, and that pudge there was always there, right?

When someone does give him that reality check, he doesn’t even care. He’s happy with himself and that’s all that matters to him.

Definitely tries to sell it as a “dad bod“

Mondo Oowada

See, Mondo is the type to strength train HARD and not give a single shit about his diet.

He opts for what he wants, when he wants, and as much as he wants. Which of course aren’t always the best of choices.

It’s about being big and strong after all, not trying to have a chiseled six pack. those are cosmetic anyway and he could pound half of -those- gym bros into the pavement.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Taka is someone that I see having a very strict gym regimen and perhaps not the healthiest relationship with food.

I could easily see him being the type to stress about the “numbers” adding up (calories in, calories out etc.)

He is also prone to overworking himself between extracurriculars and his exercise regimen, and doesn’t take the best care of himself despite appearing put together.

Naturally, enter concerned feeding.

Mondo (fuck it I‘m including ships now) would notice him barely picking at his lunch and nearly passing out in gym class from exhaustion, and be like “hell no, we can’t have this”

Mondo gives him a talk and basically tells him to start getting his shit together and actually eat properly, because he can’t keep hurting himself like that.

Taka is not one to refuse an order like that from someone who cares about him, so he allows Mondo to start bringing him snacks, and goes out with him after school, keeping him away from spending TOO much time at the gym.

He still does work out, and maintains his muscle, even as he continues filling out and his abs begin getting buried under a plush layer of pudge.

He notices that he feels stronger during his workouts than before, and he isn’t getting dizzy anymore when he stands too fast.

While disappointed that he couldn’t maintain that perfect male model build, he knows it’s for the better that he doesn’t and both he and Mondo are happier with the changes.

Byakuya Togami

He’s obviously quite wealthy, and can afford all of the finer things in life.

I imagine in his position that it is important for him to ally himself with all of the other aristocratic elite, which often involves attending socials and entertaining guests.

Both of these things involve copious amounts of food and fancy cocktails, and with the frequency of these events paired with the stress of his busy schedule, I imagine he caves and lets loose a bit.

Often people will comment on how he has filled out and perhaps is in need of a new tailor as his suits are becoming too tight by the time the gala he has them customized for happens.

He looks regal, and wears his weight well, just being a softer version of his handsome self, and it’s a display of his prosperity.

(Also Fukawa can’t seem to avert her eyes from those plush curves)

Hifumi Yamada

I don’t have anything to really contribute here, but he still deserves to be acknowledged.

He is very much satisfied with himself as is and doesn’t really care to change his ways.

Snacking, anime, gaming, business as usual.

He is self aware and doesn’t really get bothered by people commenting on him, like duh, I’m fat, your point?

#stuffed ronpa #stuffedronpa #stuffing kink #dangan chub #stuffedronpa headcanons #kiyo’s brainrot #weight gain kink #chubby danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc

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berryunho · 11 months ago

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Tbh, the other day I finished reading all of Answer so far within a few hours (gotta take breaks and interruptions are inevitable).

If you told me that Answer!Yeosang doesn’t really know most of what’s actually going on, that he just somehow became a bigwig after being complicit (because he has a job he’s happy with and friends and people leave him alone) and not actually understanding the codes or anything that’s underlying, I would believe you. If you told me everyone was guilty and has done something wrong >except for Yeosang, I would believe it. He could absolutely blend into the crowd without getting into trouble and outsiders could think him a member of the insiders team without him actually understanding what they have been doing.

I just imagine him having pretended to read the dumb book and just ‘yes and’-ing his way to the top and no one would think anything of him otherwise, because “Look, mom! I can use my degree for something! I have a stable job and a place to live! I’m a farmer! And there’s a community! And yeah we do some weird things and I don’t understand them but don’t all cultures have some stuff people can’t really explain? It’s all in good fun and as long as no one gets hurt we’re all good!”

With how little we know of him, I am almost convinced he has done nothing wrong and honestly, I genuinely hope it’s the case and he’s just totally oblivious. That would be such a good plot point 😂

Otherwise at this point, as the mc I would just abandon everyone to escape and proceed with the police, because if best friend isn’t being best friend, then we’ve lost the purpose of being around and goodbye. Maybe that’s harsh but I’m still upset about Haseul and Mingi HELPING DETAIN HER

Also I’ve been hoping more and more happens with Seonghwa tbh… Turns out leader isn’t too upset about the idea of mc and Seonghwa getting together that much and if he won’t cause physical harm if they do the do because he cares about them most then there’s no actual issue with it! Like the leader didn’t do anything to him when he believed they had already done it, he just interrogated him about it. He didn’t seem to mind it in the end, though I do not get wanting to watch. But if it causes rifts between the two boys then that could be a very good thing for the rebellion!

Anyways, I hope they can cut out all this black magic seance bull and detain the false prophet, but I have a hard time believing that anyone can come out from this unscathed mentally. Except maybe Yeosang if my hope of a theory is correct 😂

Sorry for ranting at you! This is just to say that I’ve been thinking about Answer and the Pinterest boards ever since I finished binging the whole thing.

I hope not all will be lost for our favorites (NOT HONGJOONG and maybe not Jongho if he is truly irredeemable) (they can go have a nice chat for forever with the police tbh, I just hope they’re not corrupt too. I would not be able to handle it.)

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^ Me fighting back the misogyny from HJ and his drones bc I have sO many clapbacks I am ready to unLEASH at them for their insults at mc

LKAJSFLKJSAD i hope your eyes were okay after reading so many words so quickly LOL

THIS ANALYSIS OF YEOSANG IS KILLING MEEEE LMFAOASLKFDJAS LOOK MOM IM A FARMERLKAJEKJF you mustve seen this in his board on my pinterest

pls i love your analysis of the rest of this too lol you're so real dw dw for sending a long ask i love it sm and tysm for liking the story so much that you binged it !!!! that's seriously so so meaningful to me hehe

#🗡️ anon #answered #is hj a misogynist or does he just think everyone is below him hrmmmmm #idek myself lol not that thats a question for you LOL #THANK YOU AGAIN MWAH #the answer spoilers #feedback

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lecterthewhale · 2 years ago

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Episode 3 for Oshi no Ko just came out and yes, I’m still in love!

We all guessed it would happen after the first episode, but the pacing for the story is on the slower side. That being said, I appreciate it because it really gives us time to get to know and love these characters better!

To begin with, let’s just look at Arima Kana this episode! Can I just begin by saying that this girl is such a sweetheart??? Like, episode 1 she was such a brat, but this episode? We could see that not only did she have to deal with the consequences of being self-absorbed, but she’s also learned from them and is now such a sweetheart! If that weren’t enough, she’s giving Aqua the chance to get back into acting and I am nothing if not an Aqua Stan, so I support this whole-heartedly.

On top of all of that, though, she’s also so funny and light-hearted(for the most part)! Like, so many of her comments are just so dang funny! From following Aqua after he leaves the school and asking what middle school he’s from to calling out the director for living with his mother to assuming Aqua is gay she’s just such a lighthearted, fun character right now.

That being said, the details!!!! We know Kana lives alone, that she’s struggled with the acting business, that even though she’s doing her best she doesn’t even have an agency and the producer is looking down on her. All of these make it so Kana’s lightheartedness isn’t tasteless in a story that shows the darker side of the entertainment industry—instead it fits beautifully with everything else. Kana hasn’t seen the darkness the way the Hoshinos have so she’s allowed to be more lighthearted and have it make sense, but she isn’t oblivious to it, either. And man oh man I can’t wait for Aqua to bring it next episode!

Which brings us to my boy, Aqua!

Before we get to the fact that he’s acting again(which, whoa, I didn’t expect that to happen so early in the story, but I am in no way upset by it either), can we talk about the cute twin moments with Ruby in this episode???? Just watch that entire beginning scene where the two of them are talking to Kana! The way they both understand each other so well and aren’t ashamed of it, the whispering to each other, the way Aqua shows and feels no shame in admitting that he’s only going to that high school for his sister and she, in turn, feels no awkwardness or embarrassment in casually calling him a siscon? Man, this sibling relationship is just so dang funny and sweet! I love it!

On top of that, Ruby gets so excited about Aqua going into acting! Somehow, the one thing that seems to make Aqua bashful is acting(likely because it’s something that he wants to do for himself, but doesn’t know how to let himself live for himself) so it’s so important that his family is supporting him in this! But, like, the matching Twin sweatshirts they were wearing during that scene? Love it! Gotta say, all the matching outfits for these two give me life!!!! I love it when the twins are together and I can’t wait to see more of them!

That being said, Aqua and obsessive go together like peanut butter and jelly. Because the whole phone sequence? Where the boy continued trying passcodes for four entire years(and yes, I did look up how to do italics on tumblr just to be able to give four entire years the emphasis that it truly and honestly needs)??? That is absolutely insane and obsessive to the nth degree! Anybody who doubts the fervency of Aqua’s desire for revenge is so off-point it’s not even funny. The boy took four years to break into a phone and then memorized all the names of the contacts to help him have some idea of where to even begin looking for his father.

But enough about that, let’s talk about the fact that he’s acting!!!!! Boy oh boy am I excited for Aqua to be acting again! But, like, did you all see his eye sparkle when he heard what the show was??? He wanted to be in it from that exact moment, none of you can convince me otherwise! He didn’t agree until he heard who the producer was, yes, but in some ways I can’t help but feel like that was almost an excuse he was giving himself to allow himself to act again. My evidence? The end of the episode!

Aqua has the DNA, by all means he doesn’t especially need to do anything special, and yet you all saw that closing image, yeah? Aqua is about to make at least that episode worth watching! He’s gonna go all out in acting and I don’t care what Aqua says about his own talents in acting, I believe in that boy enough for the two of us! And you know what, the fact that he’s also doing it in defense of Kana???? This boy has a heart of gold and will do literally anything to protect the people he loves. We know this just by looking at everything he’s done/is doing for Ai and Ruby, but it looks like Kana might be added to the list of his people soon if things continue, and I am all for this!

All of this being said, Aqua right now doesn’t know how to let himself live for himself or even really value himself. This has been an underlying issue the entire series, but it’s definitely something to keep an eye on as the story progresses. He never got angry at the stalker for killing him(in fact, in episode 1 Aqua says that he felt almost grateful to the stalker), Aqua never lets himself enjoy things for himself(he always credited Sarina for his love of Ai/says he was Ai’s fan for Sarina rather than admitting it was for himself and, now, he won’t even let himself admit that he enjoys acting), and even which high school he went to was solely decided by which Ruby went to. From the very beginning he was called somebody with no dreams(refer to the conversation in Episode 1 between the doctor and Sarina when they’re discussing what it would be like to be an idol’s child) and even though he was a doctor, a profession that’s usually very ambitious, Aqua never truly showed any love for the profession in either life—being something of a layabout while he actually was a doctor and never even considering being a doctor again in this life. It honestly makes me wonder why he was ever a doctor and wonder more about his past life in general, because, when you think about it, we don’t actually know all that much about his past life, do we?

Anyway, another great episode of Oshi no Ko with another cliff hanger ending! I cannot wait for next week’s episode to come!

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yuikomorii · 2 years ago

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hello admin I hope this is not a repeated question and I would be grateful if you could give your opinion on this matter. Who do you think is the smartest boy in DL? Of course, not with regard to academic success, because I don't consider it as a criterion for being smart. Rather, according to the behaviors that these boys have shown so far, in your opinion, which of the 13 boys is the most intelligent?

// L to the A to the I to the T to the O !

And nobody can change my mind because this man is literally scaringly smart and will forever be the most intelligent DL character in my eyes. I will talk about him soon, I just want to get some things straight here.

Grades don’t equal intelligence, therefore I would never judge it solely on someone’s academic success. It’s not that hard getting a good score if you pay attention during class or simply study, so it’s more about effort. I’m speaking from my own experience because I’m one of my university’s top students yet there are classmates who are undoubtedly smarter than me or than the teachers themselves.

To be honest, in my opinion, the "big brain" DL boys aren't nearly as intelligent as they’re described. Sure, they're knowledgeable, but I wouldn't call them geniuses. Writers will make a character appear intelligent by having everyone else act stupid or oblivious. For example, in LE and CL, it took them 1000 years to realize that Kino, the new, mysterious guy they know nothing about, was the one causing them problems, and they were surprised despite the fact that it was obvious. I should also point out that their plans and strategies aren't particularly good; it's just that the writers will make them appear to be successful. If they gave the same plan to a seemingly stupid Diaboy, they would make him fail and face consequences.

Furthermore, it irritates me that they are constantly attempting to humiliate Yui with things they are proficient in. They test her with cubes, puzzles, musical instruments, and books in foreign languages she doesn't speak, such as Latin and German. They are aware Yui isn't the brightest, and they can clearly see she lacks knowledge and any talents, so I'm not sure how you, a "genius," would find satisfaction in seeing a seemingly stupid character fail at things stereotypically smart people excel at. Why not, for example, challenge someone of your league? Or are you afraid of failing that way, and you only get that spark from someone weaker than you?

Okay, enough of that, let's get back to Laito. Laito's brain power outperforms everyone else's and he’s not just book smart but he's also extremely street smart.

He's very perceptive and has the best ability to read others. While the big brain boys rely on simple and sometimes obvious deductions, Laito memorizes information about you and will later know how to use it against you to cause you pain. He's a master of gaslighting and convincing; he manipulated Yui into saying and doing things she would never have done otherwise, and he's impossible to trick. Every time Yui tried to be bold in front of him, saying things like "perhaps you’re the one who likes the pain" or "you’re the masochist”, Laito twisted her words so as to make her feel like a bad person, which she believed.

I understand that being manipulative does not always imply being clever, because any human being can manipulate, but Laito is not your average manipulator. To manipulate someone, you must be able to hold a large amount of information in your mind at the same time. A larger brain capacity is required to be a skilled manipulator because you are creating several different scenarios and outcomes prior to and during a conversation with the person you are attempting to manipulate. Laito has a high level of metacognition, which most people do not have, and his brain is quick, creative, adaptable, and can unquestionably be called intelligent.

You can also notice that he says some really meaningful things that Yui and his two brothers can’t understand. His poetic way of speaking isn’t a reason to mislead others or make them feel stupid, but rather he’s merely expressing his thoughts that way. I love those moments when he’s unpredictable and pulls a spontaneous psychological mind game, because I know this man would be able to twist everyone around his little finger if he wanted to, even the big brain boys (no wonder even Carla acknowledged him as intelligent).

However, one of Laito’s flaws is that he got poor emotional control and his trauma makes him perceive some things differently. He’s still dangerously intelligent and the fact his intelligence is so underrated feels unbelievable.

#laito sakamaki #yui komori #diabolik lovers #dialovers #sakamaki laito #komori yui #admin

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andillneverbethesame · 3 years ago

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back stabber

❦ pairings: your friend x sirius black

❦ warnings: angst, naked people

❦ summary: you tell your friends who your crush is and one of them back-stabs you.

❦ word count: 1,6k

❦ a/n: not my gif. do you want a part two?

JUNE, 1977

"so, y/n." marlene smirked as she lied on the floor, leaning her head against her hand. she watched you taking a sip of an alcohol that had veritaserum in it. "who's the mysterious boy – or girl – you like?"

lily, mary and marlene tried everything for you to answer their question. you were convinced that lily already knew or at least had some suspicion. but they wouldn't be asking if they knew, meaning that the ginger girl kept her mouth shut and you were more than grateful for that.

"sirius?" mary asked, her mouth was still opened in shock. "sirius black? the sirius black? that dramatic prick?"

"sirius," you answered immediately making everyone widen their eyes. well, not everyone it was only mary and marlene who are the oblivious ones in your friend group. lily, however, as you expected, didn't look surprised at all – she had a smirk playing on her lips.

you nodded.

"i thought you hated him," said marlene. "you always talk so badly about him."

you sighed. "that was because i didn't want you to have any suspicions." you looked at lily, who was still grinning. "however, mrs. potter over here already had some."

"don't call me that-"

"you're a traitor, lils!" exclaimed marlene. "we three promised to each other that if we'll find out or have suspicions about who y/n likes, we'd tell each other!"

"correction, marlene, i didn't not promise anything that afternoon in the library. you two just counted me in because i was there with you," said lily calmly. "plus, it was not my secret to tell. it would be incredibly stupid of me."

"ah, lily." you sighed as you placed your head into her lap. "i love you."

• • •

the september sun shone brightly that 29th day of the month. you closed your eyes in exhaustion as you enjoyed the comfortable warm feeling on your face while lily did the same. you two were the only people at hogwarts - excluding first and second years. you and lily didn't find a date to hogsmeade so you decided to not go there.

marlene finally picked up the courage to ask out a fellow gryffindor girl dorcas meadowes and she agreed. and mary was with the marauders. you thought about joining them too, but lily immediately refused to do so. apparently, the thought of spending time with james potter made her want to vomit. you knew that was a huge lie but you didn't try to change her mind.

the silence between you two was soon interrupted by the ginger girl.

"why don't you tell sirius you like him?" she said out of nowhere.

"what?" you opened your eyes and raised your eyebrow at her.

"you heard me."

you sighed. "i really don't know what do you want me to say. i need to be sure that he likes me back, otherwise it would be so bloody embarassing. can you imagine that? telling someone about your feelings towards them and their answer would be they don't feel the same. i send hugs and kisses to anyone that had this experience. . ."

"you're just so oblivious, aren't you?" laughed lily. "sirius definitely likes you. remember that emerald dress you wore to slughorn's party? he was practically drooling over you! i heard potter, remus and peter teasing him about it later. it was actually quite hilarious, really. he was blushing, y/n, can you imagine that? sirius black was blushing! such a shame you didn't get to see that. . ."

"yeah." you nodded. "cause i don't believe a word you said. look, i know you are smart and all but you can't be sure about everything, can you? that would be impossibly impossible."

"i'm not saying that i'm sure about everything." lily rolled her eyes. "but i am thousand precent sure about this. i'm serious, y/n, have you seen the way he looks at you? if you weren't so damn oblivious, you would notice that."

"sirius looks at a lot of girls like that, lily. i would like to believe that i am an expection, but i'm not. if he was really drooling over me than it was probably because his dick was getting hard."

"stop talking nonsense!" the girl exclaimed and threw grass at you, ignoring the inappropriate comment you let out. "how can you even doubt his feelings after all this time?"

"and how can you be so sure?" you asked and lily looked at you. she looked as if she wanted to say something. "come on, evans. tell me."

she sighed. "i'm not supposed to say anything. sirius would kill me if he was here."

"but he's not."

"do you remember michael harper? that ravenclaw guy that asked you out on valentine's day this year?" she asked and you nodded. "well, we know that michael is very popular at hogwarts so it was no secret and those news that you agreed to go out with him spread like a wildfire. it was 14th of february about eleven in the evening when i arrived to the common room from my prefect duties. remus wasn't feeling well so i was alone. i thought the common room would be empty by that time but i noticed sirius sitting in front of the fire place. i was about to scold him for being up so late but i saw sadness written all over his face. i almost didn't want to believe it. i quietly sat down next to him and asked him what's wrong and i didn't actually believe he would tell me but he did. he told me so many things i had no idea about, y/n. him having actual romantic feelings towards you was one of them. i mean, i did notice the change of his behaviour to you but as you now, i thought he only wanted to get between your legs. that night with him in the common room changed my whole mind."

you shook your head. "you gotta be kidding me. there is no fucking way that the feelings may be mutual. and even if he did like me back then, it was seven months ago. . . his feelings could fade away."

"i'm just telling you what he told me," said lily. "if i was you, i would probably tell him about my feelings."

you didn't say anything for a while as you thought about it. the worst thing about telling sirius how you feel would be him rejecting you. as much as terrible it sounded, you at least would throw that weight off your shoulders.

"i'm gonna tell him. like now."

• • •

the portrait opened after lily said the password, allowing you to enter the gryffindor common room.

you looked around and spotted almost anyone but sirius, so he was probably in his and marauders' dorm.

lily whispered a small 'good luck' and with that, you made your way to the boys' dormitories.

"what are you all smily about, evans?" james asked at the sight of her face.

she beamed. "y/n decided to confess her feelings to sirius!" remus, james and peter looked at each other with sad expressions. "what? isn't that bloody amazing?"

"lily," began remus, "why do you think the rest of us is here while sirius is in our dorm?"

"just get to the point."

"let's say he's rather busy at the moment. . ." whispered peter. "with a girl. . ."

the girl's eyes widened. "fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! y/n is about to confess feelings to someone who's now in bed with some girl?!"

"it would be better if it was only some girl. . ." said james. "marlene and dorcas are in your dorm. who does that leaving?"

mary.

"shit."

• • •

you paced in front of the door to the marauders' dorm, nervoussy building up in your body by each passing second.

you haven't really thought about what you would say as it was quite fast desicion, leaving almost no time to think about your confession.

you finally picked up the courage and knocked on the door, waiting for sirius to answer. when you didn't hear anything, you thought he was probably in the bathtroom and that's why he didn't hear you. not thinking much about it, you opened the door. and you wished you didn't make that movement at all.

your eyes immediately landed on sirius bed. he was there, naked with mary, who was also clothesless, on top of him. the two of them quickly turned their heads to you and mirrored your wide-eyed expression. however, mary's eyes were soon filled with regret as she covered her chest with her arms.

you felt betrayed. not because sirius was sleeping with someone – it would be more of a surprise if he didn't. but it was because it was mary. your friend mary who knew about your crush on sirius. that mary who wanted to get you and sirius together since she found out. you felt as if she took a knife and stabbed you in the back.

"y/l/n." sirius nodded at you as a greeting. "need something?"

"i actually wanted to talk to you," you admitted.

"then go on," he said. "tell me, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

you bit the inside of your cheek at that 'pretty head' compliment. "this is really not a good time for me to tell you," you paused. "and now i think there will be no right time for it in the future."

with a final breath and a 'sorry', you walked out of the room, closing the door behind you.

seconds later, you found yourself in arms of lily evans as tears streamed down your face.

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