#to be fair I also saw my beloved friends today

[mossmx]

I really wanted to draw, but i think i'll have to post day 1 and 2 of merlin BDSM week, on account that I have to take my cat to the vet 🥺🥺🥺 and go to the doctor myself ... sigh, what a week eh!

[mellowwillowy]

Thinking about writing a sweet, gentleman with a high sense of justice... Have a Yan! Baker!

Reader's gender is ambiguous as it's never really stated and only assumed.

Yan! Baker who is your neighbor and also your favorite baker of the town! The man has just recently moved next door and started his own little business which is opening a bakery!

Yan! Baker who gingerly offered you a cutely wrapped box of cookies as some sort of housewarming gift. One bite and you immediately fell in love with his creations! It's the best cookies you've ever had and the next day you saw him open his bakery, you were the first customer to line up for his cookies.

Yan! Baker who often gives you extra for every purchase you make, a little tad too much sometimes to be considered an extra. A juice for a piece of bread, a box of confections for a box of macaroons, and a box of luxurious-looking chocolate for a jar of cookies.

"My treat for someone so gorgeous like you." He eased you down with his smooth voice as you fidgeted at the extra he gave you. His smile was so genuine that you thought he might have taken a liking to you. But that couldn't be true right? He had a ring wrapped around his finger after all. He's most likely to be married already but you have never asked him that.

You thanked him and decided to pop off your curiosity today by asking him about his marital status.

"Me? Ahaha, yes I am not married yet, just engaged."

Perhaps your expression shifted too fast to the point he patted your shoulder, "... I really love them, I was once their prince in shining armor."

You cocked your head to the side while trying your best to make a chuckle at his word prince.

"Mmh, a literal prince might I say," Noel now wrapped both his hands on your shoulder, guiding you inside the bakery while spinning tales for you to hear to the point you didn't realize that the front rolling door was shut.

"A long time ago, this town was once a bustling village of an empire."

He sat you down at the kitchen table while preparing some tea for you to drink, somehow your mind fogged by his smooth voice.

"I had a twin brother and one of us was supposed to be the next Emperor but you see," Noel stirred the teabag into the pot, "I was not chosen by the die and my younger brother instead was raised to be the Crown Prince."

Is Noel a writer? You thought to yourself.

"But I didn't mind it at all, I received just a fair amount of love and attention from my family. I was slow in studying unlike my brother so I honed my skill in weaponry instead."

"So you were a knight?"

Noel nodded. You nodded slightly as well.

"I was a royal knight who was meant to guard both the country and my brother. But you know what?" Noel placed a tray of cookies, your favorite. "I grew up with not only my brother but also my beloved."

"Childhood friends?"

"More than that. They were one of my mother's lady-in-waiting and also my brother's closest friend and me."

A woman, you noted.

"Long story short, we grew up and got engaged, just like a fairytale." Noel picked the strawberry with his fork and ate it, since when did he bring it? And since when were the teas served already? His voice...

"But my brother was not pleased with it, he was envious, drowned in an ugly shade of envy." You could hear the irritation in his voice a tad too clear, a voice that you had never expected to hear from him.

"I was discharged from my duty momentarily due to a leg injury from a dispatch. It didn't bother me at all until I realized I had no hope of recovering completely, making my mother strip me of my duty permanently."

"But guess what, it turned out my brother was ecstatic about this news. He sent me away to be some preacher which automatically cut off my engagement. I didn't even have the chance to explain myself to them, only through letter could I apologize."

Was it his voice that lulled you deeper into the tale to the point you could see yourself in the setting or was it the cookies?

"Erickson swooped my love away and made them the Empress. They both reigned the empire into glory until I came in."

Chill ran down your spine, and the room that was originally normal suddenly felt hot.

"According to the prophecy, one of us three would be the downfall of the empire." Noel pointed between himself and you. Your waist felt so tight out of a sudden as though a corset was tightly wrapped around you. You wheezed from how the lack of oxygen and your eyes teared up from the smoke.

"Me, Erickson, or you. The Priest, the Emperor, or the Empress. The Knight, the Crown Prince," Noel brought your hand to his lip, "or the Jester."

An identical ring to his was slid into your finger, it fit like a charm, not too tight and not too loose.

The once small kitchen shifted into a spacious bedroom lit by a blazing scarlet that consumed the whole room. The heat was so much for you that you could somehow feel your skin melting.

Two heads were laid on top of your lap, and both of them shared the same scarlet hair, their face was not really clear but you could see them peacefully resting against you as their final resting place.

Just before you lost sight of everything and blacked out, Noel's kiss brought you back to reality. Kiss.

"I've been waiting for you for so long." The room shifted back to normal and you were on the bed with him above you. "Millennium, I waited for you for millennium and when I found you, I couldn't contain the feelings that were stored in the ring."

It turns out that your baker next door is not just some baker. He was your knight, your fiance, and your--

"But now, I can finally share this long locked suffocating feeling and fate with you." Noel muttered into your lip.

Diary Entry.

[shroomdreams]

propagation 1: Argenti

Cw: friends-to-lovers, reader in heat? (bugs don’t have heats but this is the best way to describe that), propagation monster!reader, pheromones, breeding kink, p in v, creampie, argenti revealed to be a monsterfucker???, implied virginity loss, afab!reader

AN: Just take this 💀 I am extremely unwell about this concept and Argenti

As a fellow Knight of Beauty, you and Argenti hit it off when you first met, landing on a planet where the locals were being accosted by some fragmentum creatures. You tagged along when your business was done, helping the citizens of the universe as his spear pierced enemies, while your shield protected the weak. All was well until a sudden event caused you to split from Argenti. Though you were saddened that you could no longer be with him, you continued on your journey.

In a way, you were happy that Argenti was no longer with you. Peeling off your armor and underthings, you gaze in the mirror with a frown. Humanity fades into purple chitinous armor, a pair of arms sprouting from your back alongside two, fragile cyan wings. Despite extolling the virtues of Beauty, there was nothing about you that can even be remotely beautiful. All you knew about yourself is that you were the product of something… awful. You’re lucky you haven’t remembered the details of your birth.

Today, you hid yourself away on the planet you first met Argenti. The locals welcomed you back with open arms, and even prepared a whole cabin for you to stay at. You couldn’t be more grateful for their generosity, especially considering the reason why you were hiding away in the first place.

Chrrrr…

To put it simply: The urge to Propagate had been calling to you for quite some time. Though your rigorous training and patience had managed to stave off the urge, you were bound to be overwhelmed. And for some infuriating reason, your thoughts were filled with the rosy-haired knight you met so long ago. How many months has it been since you last saw Argenti? Would he have remembered you?

Your body tingles, primal thoughts swirling in your mind. Argenti would be the perfect mate, your brain tells you. He’s strong, handsome, and you think an army of Argentis is exactly what this universe needs. However, you shake your head of these vivid images. You shouldn’t be thinking like that about your friend- You haven’t seen him in so long!

Hopefully, the urge will pass and you can return to roaming the universe, and perhaps bump into the rosy-haired man that plagues your mind. However, that plan is thrown out the window when you hear three knocks, and a familiar voice calling your name.

Argenti couldn’t believe his luck! Just as he visited this planet, he heard news that you were staying here for a while. His fellow Knight, and beloved friend, finally reunited with him. He contemplated on if he should bring something along- It’s only fair that he brings an apology for leaving you alone for so long…

Either way, Argenti await with a patient smile as he stands by the door of the modest cabin the locals said you were in. Such a quaint little building inspires warm feelings in him-

“A… Argenti?”

He’s quick to pick up the slight waver in your voice, how you seem to be tense about something. Argenti adjusts his stance. “My friend!” He calls out, resting a hand on the door. “It’s been quite some time. Do you mind if I come inside?”

“Oh, sure. Just… Give me a moment.”

He hears the rustling of clothes, followed by a meek “come on in.”

The interior of the cabin is rather nice. It certainly feels like a home, and the tasteful flowers everywhere really adds to the atmosphere. However, Argenti couldn’t help but notice a few peculiar objects scattered about. Mainly the strange, dull, purple orbs clustered together in a corner, and your armor tucked away in a nook. He quirks an eyebrow, before looking to you. You were rather disheveled, wrapped in a robe that seemed a bit too snug for you. There was also a rather sweet scent in the air, though he couldn’t exactly pin down what it was.

“A-Argenti, my friend. I’m sorry for the mess, today has not been kind to me.” You smile, patting the couch. Your body tingles as Argenti nears. He smells exactly as how you remembered him, how he smelled of flowers and vanilla- Your image flickers for the briefest of moments, but you desperately hoped Argenti didn’t notice. If you could just make it through this visit without much incident, you would be happy.

“Friend, are you alright?” Argenti asks, a frown on his face. “You just seem so jittery. Have you fallen ill?”

You quickly shake your head. “Well, yes, but i-it’s not so serious. Just a bit of a weak spell, that’s all. Tell me about you though!” You lean it with a grin. “I’ve been wondering what you were doing while we were separated.”

So Argenti regards you with tales of adventure- How he narrowly managed to escape the jaws of death from a Sting. You don’t realize how close you’ve gotten to him until you feel his hand touching your face. How lucky you were, that Argenti seemed to always be wearing his armor, else he would have felt how hard your “skin” seemed to be.

“O-Oh. Sorry, I’ll-“

What you were about to say was interrupted when Argenti leans in to place a kiss on your lips. You recoiled, looking at him with wide eyes and a blushing face. “Argenti?”

Instead of answering you, Argenti closes the distance, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the couch and breathing heavily. “I’m… You…” He panted. His cheeks seemed to be dyed in the same hue as his hair, the waterfall of crimson cascading over his shoulders and making you feel small. “I’m not sure what’s gotten into me,” Argenti mumbles, his eyes sweeping over your quivering frame. “But you… You’re beautiful.”

“Argenti-“

You whimper when Argenti starts grinding against you, the fabric of his pantaloons not doing much to hide the pressure behind them. He sighs out, eyes closed as he rut against the space between your legs.

“Argenti wait- The pheromones- Ah~ They must be making you a-act out.” You murmured, trying to get him to see reason. That must be why he suddenly kissed you- The pheromones you were emitting must have triggered a response in Argenti. You have to stop him before he does something he’ll regret- Or worse, see you in all your ugly glory…

But Argenti seems determined to hold you down. Vines grown from the floorboards and wrap around your body, twisting and curling until you were immobilized. A whine was drawn out of you when Argenti kisses your neck, your disguise faltering again. “Argenti-“

“My friend~” Argenti shakily gasped out, leaning back in order to undo your robe. Before you could say anything, Argenti peels off the only protection you have, unveiling your naked body to him. His eyes grow wide, taking in the sight of your human form dissipating into quantum particles and revealing your insectoid-self, your other pair of arms desperately holding onto him as you look away, ashamed.

“Please don’t stare… I know I’m ugly.”

Those words shake Argenti out his stupor. You watch with wide eyes as he strips himself of his armor and underclothes, tossing the items to the side, revealing his toned body to you. You let out an involuntary chitter at the sight, drinking in his physique before he pulls you up into his arms, his emerald eyes boring into yours. While standing, Argenti continues to grind against you, letting out tiny groans alongside your own.

“Don’t you dare call yourself that,” Argenti growls. The vines wrapped around your limbs restrict your movement, allowing him to position you above his length. Breath quickening, you attempt to fight off your instincts and sink down on his cock post-haste, instead resting your head on Argenti’s shoulders. “You are the most exquisite person I’ve ever seen. The way the light shines on your chitin, I swear you’re made of the most precious metal in the universe.”

Trembling in his hold, you let out heavy breaths as he pushes your hips down, slowly sinking you down on his cock. Argenti throws his head back, feeling your warmth immediately sucking him in as you continue your descent. You whimper, mandibles reaching out and tapping his jaw. “Argenti…” You sigh out, feeling your resolve waver as you fully sink down on his dick. You and Argenti breathe in each other’s presence, allowing for the both of you to adjust to numerous sensations floating through your bodies. Gritting his teeth, Argenti summons the strength to lift up your hips, noting how your warmth drenched him in a strange, purple liquid.

“Magnificent. Like… Like liquid amethyst.” He slurred, a hazy look on his face. His hips begin to pump up into your pussy, fucking whines and chitters from your mouth, your free set of arms gripping the couch for dear life. Every single thrust from Argenti felt like electricity running through your body, brushing against a specific spot that has you screeching out in pure lust. Emboldened by your reactions, Argenti takes to moving your hips up and down in tandem with his thrusts, intensifying his ministrations in a delirious craze. That sweet scent grows stronger as Argenti pistons into your cunt.

“Let’s have children together!” Argenti babbles. It takes your brain a moment to catch up to his words, but when you fully process them, you feel yourself gushing around Argenti’s cock, the purple liquid making his thighs sticky and shiny. You let out a cry as he roughly slams you down on his dick, filling your cunny with his release, white mixing with purple and tricking down in tiny drops. As Argenti takes a breather, you begin rolling your hips, making him whimper from the overstimulation. You don’t heed his tiredness, though. Planting your legs to the cushions of the couch, you began slowly riding Argenti’s cock, purring as you feel him throbbing against your walls.

When Argenti wakes up, he finds himself on the bed, his body sore. You sat at the edge of the bed, cradling three large eggs. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you feel Argenti wrap his arms around you.

“Argenti. Did I wake you?” You asked, turning your head to look at him. He smiles, shaking his head.

“No, you didn’t. I just had the most wonderful sleep, in fact.” Argenti replied, kissing your cheek and laughing when he feels your mandibles tap against his face. His eyes wander towards the clutch of eggs in your arms. “May I…?” You enthusiastically nod in response. Argenti traces the shell of one of the eggs with a careful finger, noting how soft it was to the touch.

“I just laid these three a few minutes ago,” you explained, gazing at your clutch with loving eyes. “Your erm… Material managed to produce these three. The rest won’t hatch.” You look to Argenti once again. “Would you like to hold one?” Seeing Argenti nod, one of your hands scoop an egg and gently hand it over to Argenti, who holds it like he would a human baby.

“We made these precious gems.” He whispered in awe, catching sight of his reflection. “How long until they hatch?” He asked, making sure to keep his hold on the egg steady.

“I’m not sure,” you earnestly reply. “This is the first time I’ve uh. Coupled with someone. And the first time I might have children.” Your chitin gives off a faux flush of purple. “…Argenti, I must apologize. I realized that I may have taken advantage of you. You just wanted to visit me, but then you ended up fathering my first clutch. Hah… what a strange reunion between ‘friends,’ right?”

Argenti just smiles, leaning in to plan a kiss to your cheek. “I must also apologize then, for acting so foolhardy. But in my defense, you were just so… intoxicating. When I gazed upon your true appearance, I felt as if the Beauty had gifted me with something precious. And when you said that you were ugly, I supposed I wanted to show you that… I truly wanted you.”

“Ah, then…?” You leaned towards Argenti, careful to not jostle your eggs. “You wouldn’t be opposed to raising them together?”

“On my honor, I would never abandon our children.” Argenti affirms. “We shall raise them into strong, upstanding citizens of the universe! And no matter what…” He leans in, pressing his forehead to your own and closing his eyes. “I’ll protect you all. No matter what happens, I will take up my spear and fight against the Destruction if I have to.”

Months later, Argenti sheds tears as he holds your daughter while you encourage her brothers to emerge from their shells. He watches as you teach your children to shapeshift, hiding their monstrous forms and taking on human ones. However, he thinks they’re much cuter when they chirp for his attention, laughing as his daughter mimics his red hair.

OMAKE:

“It’s been a while since we last saw you, Mr. Argenti.” Welt politely greets, pouring the Knight a cup of tea.

“Yeah, we weren’t sure if you were still alive after that whole thing.” Stelle bluntly says, letting out an ‘ow’ when March elbows her.

“My apologies, friends. I have been very busy lately.” Argenti says. “I haven’t had much time to explore the cosmos, but Velite has been helping me in finding some work for the meantime.”

“What do you need to work for?” March asks. “Aren’t you a Knight of Beauty?”

“Well, my partner and I both agreed out duties as Knights would be on hold for the time being.” Argenti replies. “We want to ensure our children grow up in a stable environment, so that they may flourish as wonderful adults.”

“That’s nice- Wait, what?” Stelle looks at him with wide eyes. “You have kids now??”

“Indeed! Would you like to see their pictures?”

“…Holy crap, he does have kids.” March gaped. “Triplets, too. How old are they?”

“I’d say… nine months by now?”

“…Mr. Argenti, these children look to be toddler age.” Welt deadpans. Argenti laughs, taking his cup of tea.

“Well, they did recently hatch, so I understand the confusion.”

“Okay then.” Stelle hands Argenti his phone back.

It isn’t a few minutes later did Dan Heng finally speak.

“What do you mean they hatched?”

…Argenti just smiles.

[7ndipity]

False Pretenses

fwb!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Just how fair does the ‘benefits’ aspect between Friends with Benefits actually extend? Based on this meme.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: crack to fluff, suggestive moments and ending, swearing, Jk has side by side washer/dryer units cause it’s funnier, reader’s referred to as ‘Ma’am’, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Sorry it took me soo long to get to, I hope you’ll still like it tho! (I’ll also be posting a couple more pieces with this pairing in the next couple weeks, so keep your eyes peeled if you liked this)

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It was the type of text you had gotten more than used to receiving from him over the past few months, smirking down at your phone as you waited for the elevator in his building.

“Need you so bad rn. Come over?❤”

The heart was a new addition, he must be feeling particularly needy today, you thought to yourself as the elevator doors finally opened.

Since the two of you had established this new part of your friendship, it was rare for you to go more than four or five days without receiving some variation of the same short message from him.

You were still slightly surprised by his text, seeing as you had only been over the night before, but you weren’t complaining by any means. Though you may have enjoyed pretending that Jungkook was the needier one in your arrangement, if you were completely honest, you were just as affected by him, finding yourself missing him on the nights you didn’t spend together.

When he opened the door, you noticed he looked a little more disheveled than usual, his hair sticking up all over the place, as if he’d been running his hands through it, a habit you knew he did when he was stressed.

“You got here fast.” He noted, letting you into the apartment.

“Well, your text made it sound kinda urgent, didn’t want to leave you waiting too long.” You said, wandering through into the living room, slowing to a stop as you caught sight of the chaotic state of the space, cleaning supplies and laundry scattered around, furniture moved all out of place.

“What happened in here?” You asked, turning back to Jungkook, who was now avoiding your eyes. “Koo?”

“I lied, I didn’t want sex.” He said guiltily, looking up at you. “I need you to help me clean.”

“I-, what?” You blinked at him, unsure if you heard him correctly.

He slumped back against the counter, looking stressed as he ran his hand through his hair again. ”My parents decided to surprise me by announcing they’re coming to visit tomorrow, but I’ve done nothing but sleep since I got home from tour last week, so the house is a fucking mess and everything’s a disaster and I need help, please.” He pleaded, staring at you.

You immediately began pulling your coat back on, turning back towards the door. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Y/n, please!” He quickly followed after you, catching your sleeve. “I’ll do anything you want! I’ll buy you dinner, I’ll rub your back, I’ll even let you pick what we watch for a month!”

You paused, turning to look back at him with a raised brow. “Even if I want to re-watch ‘Our Beloved Summer’ for a third time?”

He bit lip, trying to fight back a pained grimace before nodding slowly. “Whatever you want.”

You stared at him for a long moment.

“Fine.” You said reluctantly, caving as you saw the genuine desperation in his eyes. You could never say no to him.

“Thank you!” He sang, catching you in a tight hug and spinning you around in a circle. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

“Yeah, whatever,” You grumbled as he set you back on your feet. “Where do we start?”

“Laundry room?” He offered. “It’s mostly done, I just need to vacuum behind the machines.”

Do you really think your mom’s gonna look back there?” You raised a brow, following him down the hall.

“She’s very thorough.” He said seriously.

“Fair enough.” You shrugged. “I don’t quite see why I’m necessary for this part though?”

“I was afraid if I tried to clean back there by myself, I’d slip and get stuck or die.”

“So you want me to slip and die behind your washer instead?” You shot him an accusatory look.

“No! I’ll hold onto you and keep you safe,” He smiled reassuringly. “You know, like the buddy system.”

“I thought the buddy system was for camping so you didn’t get lost or eaten by bears?”

“It’s a multi-purpose system!” He said, his earlier agitation starting to flare up again at your teasing. “Are you gonna help me or not?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it, pass me the vacuum.” You relented, boosting yourself up on top of the dryer.

He held onto your hips to keep you balanced as you cleaned, his mind beginning to wander as he stared at your ass, his fingers starting to slowly knead your flesh absent-mindedly.

“Koo.” You warned, shooting him a quick look.

“Right, sorry.” He snapped back to attention, ceasing his movements and focusing back on the task at hand.

You finished up quickly, passing the vacuum attachment back to him and letting him help you down.

“Thank you.” He said.

“You’re welcome.” You answered, looking around expectantly. “What’s next?”

The apartment wasn’t nearly as bad of a mess as he claimed it to be, but it still took both of you several hours of work to get everything back in order, finishing off with laundry and changing all the bedding.

“Why are these sticky?!” You asked, mildly horrified as you helped him strip the sheets off his bed.

“Relax, it’s just caramel sauce.” He said.

You looked up at him confused. “We didn’t use-?”

“No no, that was just me,” He explained quickly. “I had ice cream last night.”

“Without me?!” You said, clutching your chest in feign hurt, making him roll his eyes as he let out a huff of laughter.

“I’ll add that to the list of things I need to make up for, okay?” He said.

“Eh, it’s better than where my mind went.” You said, only half joking as you grabbed the fresh sheets from him and turned back to the bed. “Almost thought you were fucking around behind my back for a second there.”

Facing away from him, you missed the way his expression suddenly turned serious as he looked at you. “I would never.”

It was strange, despite the supposedly ‘casual’ nature of your arrangement, you both found yourselves making little comments like that, words and exchanges that sounded a lot more like things said between a committed couple, rather than just two friends helping each other out till you found something more serious.

“Alright, I think that’s everything.” You said, snapping him out of his thoughts. You had finished making up the bed, even turning down the covers for him.

“Thank you, y/n.” He said gratefully. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Probably called Hobi.” You smirked, making him snort.

“Now, you promised me food, and if you lie to me twice in the same day, I’m dumping your ass.” You said, earning another laugh from him.

“Alright, whatever you want, just like I said.” He said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss.

“Although, if you wanted, I could make up for my false pretenses from earlier in a different way?” He offered, eyes darkening slightly as his hands drifted over your hips

You lightly shoved his hands away. “Not a chance, Loverboy, I’m way too tired now. You’ll have to try and ‘make it up to me’ some other time.”

“How about tomorrow?” He said, eyes twinkling mischievously, looping his arms around your waist instead to keep you close.

“I thought your parents were coming over tomorrow?” You reminded, raising a brow at him.

“You could come over after.” He suggested. “Hell, you could even come to dinner with us, my parents like getting to meet my friends.”

“Friends?” You looked up at him skeptically.

“Yeah, what?” He laughed, squeezing you lightly.

“Do you let your other friends suck your di-?”

“They don’t need to know the details of our relationship!” He said quickly, his face flushing slightly, making you snicker. “You’re still my friend, one of my best friends actually.” He added, in a soft tone.

The way he said it made your heart twist in a weird way, though you didn’t quite understand why.

“So?” He asked, staring down at you hopefully. “Will you come?”

You chewed your lip, considering. It felt like a really big commitment to meet his family, regardless of what your relationship was, but you tell it would mean a lot to him if you said yes.

“I’ll think about it.” You said finally.

He beamed.

“Thank you!” He said, leaning in to kiss you again, his lips lingering longer this time, tracing over yours lightly, making you shiver.

You pressed closer to him, hooking your arms around his neck as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue delve into his mouth as his hands grip on your waist tightened.

When you pulled back for air, his pupils were blown wide, eyes almost black as he stared down at you, breathing heavily.

“Take your shirt off.” You ordered, your breaths equally unsteady.

“But I thought you said-?”

“I changed my mind.” You cut him off, tugging at the fabric impatiently. “Shirt off, now.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn

[wooahaes]

co-parenting

pairing: non-idol!hip hop unit & gn!reader

genre: fluff.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: reader gets a cat (the hhu technically also get a cat). no real warnings other than cat.

daisy's notes: they said this is OUR daughter now btw

Today, you had finally expanded your little family (of one) by one more. A few hours ago, you had brought home this little black kitten that the cat sanctuary had named Boo. She was cute and playful and, honestly, pretty social for a kitten. Someone said that she had been socialized by whoever brought her litter in.

And, well, you had been a sucker for a black cat with a little pink nose. That was rare! And she was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. You’d gone in with the intention of maybe getting a little orange baby to call your own, but it was basically love at first sight with your beloved little Boo. You’d have to send a picture of her to Vernon—he knew some guy who’s last name was Boo. Maybe he could bring him around and get a picture of the two—

The apartment buzzer sounded and sure enough, it’d been Vernon. As though he read your mind, he stood there with a bag, abnormally smiley.

“Uh. Hi?” 

“Hey! You brought her home today, right?”

Right. You did tell the group chat that you would be bringing Boo home soon, and said something this morning about how today was the day. You’d already prepared everything else, all you had to do was pick her up. Vernon came into your apartment, and you secured the door, following him to where Boo had been exploring her surroundings still. She’d looked up at Vernon, immediately darting off to hide underneath your coffee table as she watched him carefully.

“Her name is Boo,” you told him, watching him slowly lower himself onto the floor. “I think the lady said that she named her siblings after Mario characters, actually. I dunno, I just liked it too much to change it.” 

Boo had changed her mind. Vernon good. Vernon had feather toy for her to chase. Boo approved of this human. She’d already made her way over, charging herself up to pounce on the toy before going after his fingers. Suddenly, you realized Vernon probably checked out mentally after you mentioned the kitten’s name. To be fair, you couldn’t really blame him: the guy loved cats. 

You went to pick up Boo’s water dish to fill, since you’d just set up things upon bringing her home… Only for the buzzer to sound again.

Sure enough, Wonwoo was standing there with Mingyu. This was not a coincidence. It literally could not be. 

“Hi?”

“We were in the area,” Mingyu said casually enough. “You brought her home today, right?”

While you were reeling from the fact that Mingyu said exactly what Vernon did earlier, Wonwoo glared at him for a moment—don’t make it obvious! “How are you?” Only for him to realize he heard Vernon’s voice a second later, peering into your apartment. “... Huh?”

Mingyu snorted from beside him. “Good job—”

“I didn’t know!” He said, waving a hand, “Really. I didn’t know about the kitten—”

You rolled your eyes. “I literally told the group chat. Vernon’s entertaining her,” you nodded back in his direction. “You can go see her. Just be careful not to scare her.”

Wonwoo grew flustered, thanking you before he made his way into your apartment. Mingyu chuckled, stepping into your apartment a moment later. He could already see Boo, standing in Vernon’s lap and fussing at him. “She’s cute,” he looked at you.

“Feels like you’re all only here for my spooky little daughter,” you crossed your arms. “You too, Gyu?”

He shrugged, taking a few steps over. “I saw the picture you sent before and I wanted to see her in person.”

Another roll of your eyes. Why were you friends with these guys again? Wonwoo had already sat down next to Vernon, extending a hand out for Boo to sniff curiously. She reached a little paw out, batting at his fingers to try and goad him into playing with her. Before you could warn them that Boo sometimes nipped a little too hard, there was a knock at your door. 

With a sigh, you turned, opening it to reveal the final member of the group chat. “Hi,” Seungcheol said, “Where is our daughter?”

You rolled your eyes. “With her other dads.”

He chuckled, following you into your apartment. “I knew the others would show up,” he said. “I did buy her something, though.” He passed you a slightly heavy bag. “I thought you could use it for her.”

He had bought her a little ceramic bowl with paw prints decorating it. With a pout, you looked up at Seungcheol. Sure, Vernon also bought her toys… But you knew Seungcheol was a dog person. He had to go out of his way to stop and buy you a little bowl for her. You’d use it for her food from now on in place of the other one—it could just be a back-up in case something ever happened to this one. 

If nothing else… At least you knew your own little self-made family loved your new spooky child as much as you did.

taglist: @twancingyunhao @wonuziex @staranghae @synthetickitsune @weird-bookworm

[takecareluv]

Hi! I had to recently cut off one of my childhood best friends because she was becoming toxic and I kept on getting hurt, but it really hurts because she really meant a lot to me. I was wondering if you could write a fluffy Vinnie imagine where he encourages the reader that she made the right choice and comforts her to get her through it. Thank you, I’m sorry that was so long.

a.n. hi!! i’m sorry it took so long for me to write this… just wanna say i’ve been in the same boat as you so i know how much it can suck to go thru a friend break up like this :/ but don’t be too hard on yourself . and please know even if you feel bad about it, you made the right decision. lots of love <33

bestie breakup || vinnie hacker x reader

it had been a hard week for you. you never once expected that you’d eventually have to let go of one of your closest friends, someone who had been like a sister to you for majority of your adolescent years.

but yet here you were writing that long text out in the notes app of your phone.

after being hurt countless times by your best friend’s careless behavior, you finally came to the conclusion you had to let her go. it was an internal battle that took over your mind for months on end, leaving you unsure of what the right decision would be. but when you finally stepped back and realized the friendship was costing you your own happiness, you knew what had to be done; you had to do right by yourself and your mental health even if it hurt for the time being. and hurt it did.

vinnie could tell the whole thing had taken a toll on you. his usually cheery, happy-go-lucky girlfriend had barely left the house, let alone bed, all week.

you tried to hide it from him, but he heard every sniffle, and saw all the dried tears you attempted to wipe away before he entered the room. it broke his heart to see you so sad. he wanted to do whatever he could to get your mind off it all, even if it was just for a little bit.

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vinnie got up extra early the next morning, wanting to go pick up some of your favorite goodies before you woke up and noticed he was gone.

first he stopped at target, purchasing your go to snacks and candies, along with a pint of ice cream, face masks to do later, a yummy smelling candle and a fuzzy teddy bear he knew you would love.

next stop on his list was your favorite local cafe where he ordered what you always described as the best latte in town and a toasted chocolate croissant, knowing it would put that smile on your face he missed so much.

once your drink was ready he carefully carried it to the car and made his journey back home to you.

by the time he pulled in the driveway and walked into your shared bedroom, you had just woken up. rubbing your eyes and rolling over to face him, you reached out for your beloved boyfriend. “where did you go?” you questioned while pouting, “missed you when i woke up.”

“sorry baby, went to pick up breakfast for you.” vinnie explained as he revealed the iced latte in one hand, made just the way you like it, along with the warm croissant in his other. handing you both, he then began emptying the target bag of treats. “i also got you some of your favorite snacks, ice cream, and face masks we can do later. i thought we could spend all day in bed and watch your favorite movies,” he smiled at you in hopes you would like the idea.

“vin, you didn’t have to do all this.” you cooed, starting to get emotional over how sweet your boyfriend was.

“of course i did, love. i hate seeing you so sad over y/f/n so i wanted to do whatever i could to cheer you up today. miss seeing that pretty smile of yours.” he said while cuddling up to your side and placing a quick kiss to your forehead.

after a few moments of silence, he began to speak again. “you made the right decision, you know. don’t feel bad for doing what was right for you. you deserve to be happy and y/f/n was awful to you at the end. it wouldn’t have been fair to yourself if you stayed around just because you’d been friends for so long. i know it hurts now but trust me, you’ll thank yourself in the future.”

you hadn’t even noticed you began crying until vinnie used his thumb to wipe the salty tears from your cheeks.

“thank you, vin. for always being here, and being the best boyfriend a girl could ask for,” you whispered.

“it’s what you deserve, baby. you deserve the best of everything, i hope you know that.”

[player1064]

Sir Alex finding out and confronting Jamie would be hilarious. SAF showing up to what he thinks is just Jamie's home (we all know nobody denies SAF info when he's asking about the partner of one of his beloved players) but while he's giving the shovel talk, Gary wanders over since he's living with his partner. Would love to see SAF call Gary son and act like a slightly overprotective Scottish father to his not so wee lad 😉

(+ there was another anonymous request for sir alex finding out/giving a shovel talk... two birds one stone babeeeyy!)

ALSO bonus Mickey bc we were talking about him in the carraville discord earlier so he's on my mind today

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“Fuck. Jamie, fuck,” is the first thing Jamie hears when he picks up the phone. “Jamie, are you home right now?”

Jamie frowns, pulls his phone away from his face to double check the caller ID, then quickly says “Michael? What’s wrong, what do you need?”

There’s a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach; besides exchanging polite small talk at the couple of fixtures they face each other each season, Jamie’s not spoken to Mickey in years. So to get a call from him – obviously, his mind is going to jump to the worst conclusions.

“What?” Mickey says, still slightly breathless. “No, I’m fine. It’s, fuck, it’s the boss. He knows about you and Neville.”

He wants to ask Mickey how the fuck he knows about ‘him and Neville’, when he can count on one hand the only people who should know about them, but that seems like something to be dealt with after –

“Wha’d’you mean, the boss knows?” he says, looking around the room, panicked. Because he knows exactly what Mickey means, and it’s not something he needs his idiot boyfriend to overhear. “Your boss, Michael? That boss? The one who Ga – the one who Neville’s had lording over him since he were fuckin’ eleven? That boss?”

“Yes, that boss, Jamie, obviously that boss. Look, he got your address off someone at Liverpool and then I think someone saw him drive off, but – it’s a fair drive, over to Liverpool, you’ve probably got time to –”

To flee the country? It sounds tempting, Jamie has no desire to have a conversation with Sir Alex fucking Ferguson, but there’s one teeny tiny flaw in the plan. “—Mickey,” he says, trying to sound gentle because he can acknowledge that it’s a little bit fucked that someone he used to call his best friend doesn’t know this, “I don’t live in Liverpool.”

The doorbell rings.

*

Alex Ferguson isn’t actually that tall, but he has this sort of presence that makes you feel like you’re shrinking under his gaze. He stands in the hallway of Jamie’s house and he looks around, unimpressed.

“Carragher,” he greets.

“Fergie,” Jamie replies, taking a tiny bit of pleasure in the way his lips press together at the nickname. “Not sure Rafa’s gonna be too happy when he hears you’re showin’ up on my doorstep in the middle of season.”

“This is purely a social call, not anything he need concern himself with.”

Of course, he’s gonna be hearing about it, social call or no. Jamie can’t risk him hearing through the rumour mill that he’s been entertaining Alex Ferguson at his house.

“I’d hope so,” he snaps, “’cause I only do business stuff through me agents. And they know to respond to anything from Manchester United with a ‘fuck off’.”

 “How about you make us a cup of tea, Carragher?”

Jamie reluctantly leads him through to the kitchen and turns the kettle on. “Look,” he tries, “we both know why you’re here, so go on then. Tell me to leave your precious captain alone ‘n’ I’ll tell you to go fuck yerself, and we can call it a day.”

“I don’t know what stories you’ve been hearing, boy, but I’m not some imperious dictator. I have no interest in controlling my players’ private lives.”

Jamie snorts, because really? He’s heard plenty of ‘stories’ first hand that would suggest the contrary.

Sir Alex gives him a level stare, cool and detached. “I don’t, but you need to think of your career. You both do. This cannot get out.”

“This is the first you’re hearin’ of it in three years, so.”

They have been so careful. Not like they’ve got any other choice, is it? Three years, and the only person he’s told is Stevie. Same for Gary, only his parents and Scholes know. Not even fucking Philip does.

The question remains of how the fuck anyone at United found out, but he can’t even think about that right now.

He hears footsteps coming down the stairs, and just barely manages not to drop his head to the counter in frustration.

Gary shuffles into the kitchen in his pyjamas, sleep-ruffled and squinting at Jamie.

“Jamie?” he croaks. “Thought I heard doorbell, what –” he must suddenly gain some awareness of his surroundings, because his eyes go wide and he cuts himself off with a hum.

“Jamie,” he starts again, slowly, “please tell me I’m out me mind from the painkillers.”

“Sorry, lad,” Jamie says gently, ushering Gary into a seat before he realises that his meds aren’t miracle workers and his ankle gives up on him, “think this’d be my nightmare, not yours.”

“Fuck,” Gary mutters. He turns to Ferguson, eyebrows drawn together, and says “Boss, I’m so sorry I didn’t – I thought, if we were careful we – but I know, I know it’ll be bad for the club if it – so I can –“ he gulps, darts his eyes to Jamie for just a second, “I can call it. Obviously, I can – I can call it.”

The last part comes out more as a sob, and Jamie wonders if maybe this could’ve waited a week or so for when Gary’s sprained ankle is healed and he’s not high on painkillers. He’d wrap his arms around him, but he can’t, not in front of fucking Ferguson.

Maybe it hurts, just a bit, that Gary’s so willing to drop him at Sir Alex’s command. But he does get it. And again, he knows (hopes) that if Gary weren’t high as a kite this whole conversation would be going a lot differently.

“Like fuck you’re callin’ it,” he bites out.

“Nobody’s calling anything,” says Ferguson. “Gary. Son. Nobody’s calling anything, okay? It’s fine. This is fine. I trust you. And we can talk to people at the club, work out a strategy for if it ever does get out.”

Jamie clears his throat, looks pointedly at Gary’s ankle.

“When you’re well,” Ferguson adds, shooting a look at Jamie like stay out of this. “Obviously. Focus on getting well, first.”

Gary sniffs. “’course, boss.”

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Shangri-La Meltdown

A/N: Today I had a fun conversation. So I made this for my friend Hanatan. I will not tag him because I am bashful. Eiichi Otori likes men...

tags: eiichi otori x male!reader, dirty talk(?), show uniform wc: 2.1k+

The breath was punched out of your chest as your back hit the hard wall. Eiichi wasn’t usually a rough person. He usually expressed patience when it came to intimacy. Even if it had been months of minimal interaction with you. He always gave you his patience. Tonight was different. You just weren’t sure why. “Eiichi?” Your voice was confused, lined with shock as you clutched the show jacket that was covered in the scent of sea salt cologne. The deep green velvet was practically crushed in your grip as Eiichi began to hurriedly tug at your pants. 

The two of you weren’t exactly in a secluded area. 

You had watched the show from backstage on a small, faux leather couch. That was where you also told Eiichi you would be waiting for him when he finished greeting and dismissing his ‘Beloved Angels’. But when he came walking back he didn’t look as proud as usual. He looked frustrated. But you couldn’t figure out why. He had told his unit he would meet with them shortly, after he finished speaking with you. But this wasn’t talking. This was the leader of HE★VENS trying to fold you in half against the stone wall. Only inches away from the couch where your pants and boxers have been discarded on the arm. And only feet away from the very large and still very packed stadium Eiichi had stood on.

“It’s not fair.” He whispered through a labored breath as your legs dangled over the crooks of his elbows. “You always seduce me, even if you don’t mean to…” Eiichi’s voice was strained as he leaned in. His lips melted against yours and you accepted him. Even if you were still confused by his arousal. By simply saying you would be waiting for him to come back, offering a kind and proud smile as you saw him off; he was filled with a sense of determination that would push him to the edge like this. 

You wanted to pick apart what really made him tick. Shift through the layers that he kept protected at all times. Especially if he planned to dry hump you against a wall just because he saw that you kept your promise to wait for him after he finished performing. You pulled at his show jacket, the lapels and shiny gold buttons clicked softly together as his kisses became hungrier. And you found it harder to breathe. “Eiichi?” You called his name through a messy kiss. Your eyes met his. And that would be your first and only mistake for the night. 

Turning your head in refusal for more, you struggled to inhale and exhale. Your skin burning and flushed with excitement. The feeling of his tongue against your throat made you regret the action. Only a little. “No, no… Don’t look away from me.” He whined impatiently. The rough glitter around his collar scratched your sensitive flesh. Rubbing like sandpaper with each movement as you wriggled in Eiichi’s tight hold. His body had pinned yours to the solid wall. With each light roll of his hips you could feel a knot twisting deep within you. A dull ache that could only be relieved through pleasure. 

Was it the uniform? The crowd that lingered? The non-discreet location for your lewd deed? A combination of them all? Maybe it was just Eiichi’s eagerness to taste and savor your flesh after being unable to for so long. Sucking and kissing hurriedly at your throat with his hips rutting into yours. How he easily lifted you and folded you in half like patterned origami paper against his stronger form. You allowed him, even with your toes flexing and curling in your socks as you pulled and struggled against him. You allowed him to do as he pleased. 

Unfortunately it was becoming overstimulating. The lack of touch and intimacy left your body craving far more than kisses grinding. Your face was on fire when his eyes finally met yours again. The soft amethyst color was far fiercer than you recalled. Sharp, almost irritated. You had thousands of coherent things you wanted to say. But the only thing that left your parted lips was a ‘come on’ pushed out with a frustrated breath. 

The irritation in his eyes had clouded over. Now replaced with a clouded lust. “I’m sorry I made you wait all alone backstage.” He smiled softly, slipping two of his fingers past your parted lips and pressing them against the flat of your tongue. You sucked on them, tasting the salt of sweat and the faint flavor of what you could assume was the stale alcohol base of cologne. “I thought of you the whole time. Trying to hurry the show along so I could finally have you to myself.” He cooed sweetly, his eyes piercing as he pulled his fingers away slowly. Connecting the two of you with a silvery strand of spit that started to sag between you. “I never get to see you when I want to. It’s only by chance and even then…” He complained softly, mostly to himself as you felt his finger start to push at your entrance. You sucked in a tight breath. Your instant reaction was to flinch away. “Don’t run from me.” Eiichi was pouting. His head pressed against yours as he pushed his finger inside. The pressure of his digit curling upwards made you tighten and squeeze around him.

You often would complain about using saliva as lubrication. It was just as useless as vaseline. But the feeling of the slowly pumping digit made you shudder in excitement. Especially paired with the feeling of Eiichi’s cock straining against you. Your eyes darted everywhere, but the idol’s face. “You’re sucking me in, and it’s only a finger… I see you missed me too.” He teased before pressing the second one against the hole. “W… Eiichi…” You whimpered nervously. You had nothing to say. His name was the only thing worth mentioning. Your brows creased as he pushed them inside. Your calves began to cramp as you chewed on your bottom lip. Mentally accepting whatever he planned to give you. “Even if you can’t say you agree. It’s clear your body does. See?” He continued as he started to pull his fingers away. Just enough for them to be bordering their full exit. Your face contorted with shame as your body convulsed and squeezed, the muscles sucked his fingers back inside of you and he chuckled in amusement. You hated the capabilities of the human body. 

Eiichi pumped them slowly, ignoring any potential witnesses as you started to writhe and struggle again. Your face hot. Your head spinning. All because the idol curled and thrusted his fingers in and out of you at the perfect angle. A soft squelch could be heard with each quick jerk. It left you with the desire to kick him in the side of the head. But you wouldn’t. Especially with the way the knot in your stomach began to twist and contort. “I-I think… It’s..?” Your words were falling on spared breaths as Eiichi nodded in agreement. “You are.” The edge of an orgasm, just out of your reach now. “But I don’t think that’s very fair. Don’t you agree?” He asked playfully as his fingers suddenly stopped. Pressing harshly against the bundle of nerves inside you that made you grit your teeth in shock. Your orgasmic heaven is now getting farther and farther from your reach. 

“It takes two. And at least look at me properly.” He huffed, but a smile remained painted across his lips. You hesitated. Your body quivering as your hole twitched around his still fingers. It felt like a punishment, even if you didn’t actually do anything wrong. “Look at me. I have time. But I’m not sure if you want to stay folded like this for too long.” He was commanding you now as he left you empty and clenching hungrily around nothing. 

With a small swallow, you lifted your eyes from where you trained them on the pale green sigil printed on his show uniform. Past his black dress shirt collar. Lingering on his little beauty mark near his plush lips. Finally you met his gaze. His lenses looked fogged from the warmth building between you two. His cheeks burning as his eyes bore into yours with an intensity that forced you to look down bashfully. 

He clicked his tongue. “You were doing so well. Here,” Eiichi offered as he took his opposite hand and grabbed your chin tightly. His hold on your face firm as he angled your head so you would be forced into looking up at his smug expression and starving, amethyst colored eyes. “Now that’s much better. I can see all of your expressions now.” He beamed happily with a soft ‘good’ as the sound of clinking metal and a zipper being undone followed. You screwed your eyes shut in rebellion. But Eiichi was quick to give your cheeks a harsh squeeze until you popped them back open. “Watch me.” He insisted. You felt like your heart might burst. 

The situation alone was bordering enough material for you to cum with. A croaked sound was falling from your mouth as the round, wet head of Eiichi’s cock began to push at your entrance. You wanted to tell him to wait. To let you mentally prepare some more. But with being forced to look him in the eye, you couldn’t do anything but let out a weak sob as he started to fill you. Giving you that dull stretch you had been wanting for months now. Your body welcomed him inside.

Taking him slowly as he eased in. “You’re doing so well. As expected. You never disappoint me with this.” He cheered gently as he rubbed his thumb gently over your cheek. Swiping softly as you started to gasp for air. You were cumming. You were going to cum simply because he was filling you with his cock. Your fingers tightened on his jacket and your body hunched forwards. His name was an incoherent string of wails as you clenched and squeezed around him. The feeling of his cock pulsating inside of you sent you over the edge as you came. “U-Uniform- Ah- It’s getting dirty…” You wailed softly as he pushed himself against you. Clearly uncaring that his crisp and pristine uniform that glittered beneath spotlights for thousands and thousands of ‘Angels’ to admire; was being sullied by your fluids you couldn’t contain. 

You wished you could unlearn shame. To feel that this wasn’t as horrible as you imagined. But knowing that your juices clung to the thick fabric made you even more embarrassed. How would either of you explain that? What would you say? “M’sorry-” You wished to apologize. But that was silenced by a rough thrust that caused you to yelp. 

Your eyes began to water as Eiichi steadily pistoned in and out of you. Using the orgasm you had to fill your nerves with electric currents. Leaving your brain frying on its stem. “My uniform? But isn't it your favorite? Don’t you have perverted thoughts about me fucking you while I wear it?” He purred curiously through his own soft moans. You wanted to cry. The wet sound of skin meeting skin and your cries mixing with his filled the backstage area. Someone was going to see you. Someone was going to hear you. But the only one who seemed to care was you. Hidden away in a dark shadow behind the thick stage curtain. That was where you would immortalize this memory. 

“Every orgasm I’ll ever have; I want to give to you. Only you.” He whined softly as you shuddered against his larger form as you felt yet another building sensation in your stomach. Your head was spinning as your eyes remained locked with his as you fought to catch your breath. A bead of sweat rolled down your temple with tears making their way down your cheeks as Eiichi held your chin in his palm. The idol refused to let you look away from him. “I’ll say it as many times as you want. As many times as you need to hear it.” He huffed through a shaky breath, his hips showed no sign of slowing down as the soft smacks of skin continued. Faster and faster as he started to pulse inside of you. Pressing and smacking against that special spot inside of your body he knew would make you shiver with pleasure. Giving the both of you exactly what you wanted.  

“I need you.”

[destiny-in-the-universe]

I decided not to give it the big fancy header this time, but we’re on a roll, baby! I’m back home and living the life of a bed that doesn’t feel like a literal rock; though with my return comes the scheduled posting for Whumptober because well, I don’t want to fall behind… but even then!

I’m also going back to the grind of job hunting, but let’s get right to it, yes? Today’s chosen fandom is Wordgirl because my beloved, and I just had to use this from the moment I saw the prompt- it just felt extremely fitting and especially from the one episode: The Wrong Side of the Law!

So, let’s see what becomes of this!

As per usual, read below the cut for information about the AU!

Plot/Summary

When Wordgirl once again finds herself as the suspect of a crime she didn’t commit, she doesn’t know who to trust. In an attempt to clear her innocence, she ends up on the run from Fair City’s Police Department - and if she happens to gain unlikely allies along the way, well, who’s she to complain?

Prompts

No. 3: Wrongfully Arrested

No. 17: Nowhere Else to Go

Extras/Teasers

Reluctant Allies to Friends trope

Childhood Friends Tobey and Victoria

Neurodivergent Cast

we’d follow each other (to the ends of the earth)

Part 6 of Whumptober

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Hannah Abbott

Hannah Abbott was a half blood witch who was sorted into Hufflepuff in 1991, in the same year the famous Harry Potter came back to the Wizarding World and was sorted alongside her but ended up in Gryffindor.

Hannah and her classmates usually had to clean whatever Harry Potter did in the school, and while they hated Dumbledore's favoritism with Harry and Gryffindor, they were glad that in their third year and their fourth year Harry was safe.

Hannah always tried to be fair, even if sometimes she was too angry or hurt to be good with the people who were mean to her friends, but she always defended them.

Her best friends were Susan Bones and Ernie McMillan and they were called the Citrine trio.

She came out to them first by telling them that she was bisexual and they gladly supported her, and beside them the most supportive person she met was her mom, Ethel Alinac, a muggle born who had married her dad Edward Abbott.

The experience of her mom as a student made Hannah aware that people would look down on her for having muggle blood, as well as that she had to look for her value only on herself.

It was a cold morning in Herbology class in 1996, Professor Sprout was giving the instructions when Dumbledore, the headmaster, called Professor Sprout, moments later they called for her and told her what she never imagined she would have to go through.

Her mom had been murdered by Death Eaters, and they hurt her dad.

Hannah traveled home immediately and took care of her ailing father as well as she started training in order to be a better fighter and a better healer so that she could avenge her mother.

And in those times she was able to gather her strength and cast a corporal patronus: a brown bear.

She grew to be grumpy resentful after that, even with Susan Bones and Ernie McMillan but they never gave up on trying to help her and all their efforts were worth it when Neville Longbottom who had always been kind to her tried to get closer and be her friend.

Not an easy task since now she pushed away everyone, but the ever optimistic and sweet Neville kept coming back every time she tried to be away from him, and when they had to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts, Hannah was petrified by the sight of Neville under the spell of Voldemort by burning the sorting hat but got relieved and proud by seeing Neville break away and behead Nagini, Neville also got happy when he saw Hannah conjure her beloved brown bear patronus and to see she could find her light among all the darkness they were in.

When everything ended they went to each other to talk and walk.

- You were fantastic today Neville- mumbled Hannah

- You were too, you saved me by casting your patronus, thank you Hannah - Neville said as he gave her a sweet and small smile

- Thank you for always being there, even if I was a pain in the ass, you helped me a lot.-

- I wanted to be there for you, I know how it feels to no longer be able to talk to your mother - Hannah felt a little guilty, Neville's parents were still alive but they were insane and no longer recognized himself and yet she dared feel no one understood her when Neville already knew and that he always tried to give his best and not be resentful, the contrary of her.

- I want to apologize for taking you for granted before, I was a monster, I realize you lost your family too and I really appreciate you and I still want to be your friend.

- You are my friend Hannah, and I want you to know I appreciate you too and you're not a monster, you were grieving and learning how to deal with your pain like the rest of us.

Neville and her got even closer than before after that conversation if it was possible and soon they realized they felt stronger in each other's company and as she got to be a healer in Hogwarts and the new owner of the Leaky Cauldron and him the new teacher of Herbology in Hogwarts they started a relationship, and 3 years later Neville bent on one knee and proposed and Hannah said yes.

Hannah indeed learnt to be better as she acknowledged that she had to recognize and feel her emotions not suppress them, and her brave and humble acts earned her a memorial tribute in Hufflecrew along Susan and her other classmates.

[zuzsenpai]

Little delights from my day

that post I reblogged yesterday (4/9/24) where you tagged the little positive delights from your day.... I feel like that might be a fun challenge to do every day, or as many days as I can remember. I almost never stop to think about those things, and I do think it might be nice to look back on and read every once in a while. So that I don't bother everyone with this daily quest, I'm going to just update this post every day with a new bullet point (under a cut), and I'll link this post in my pinned post. If that makes sense.

List of daily positive delights under the cut:

4/9/24: My pomegranate arils were NOT expired. Someone spilled maple syrup in the microwave at work and now it smells really good every time someone uses it

4/10/24: Was able to pre-order the new Apollo Justice Trilogy plushes

4/11/24: Found a cute, nice-looking font to write fanfic with. Hoping that using a fun font will motivate my writing. UPDATE: I wrote close to 1,500 words with the new font today!

4/12/24: My manager took the day off so I got burritos with my coworkers. The chicken wasn't too spicy this time, so I enjoyed it a lot

4/13/24: I saw a lot of Homestar Runner posts on my dash because it’s Homestuck day. Can’t find this shit on any other webbed site.

4/14/24: It was 72 and sunny so I spent some time writing outside

4/15/24: Got a nice comment on a fic I never get comments on

4/16/24: Sweet potato tempura roll my beloved. Oh okay also that post on tumblr with the map of all the locations those idiots on Supernatural went and they literally went to my city

4/17/24: My own writing made me cry, in a good way

4/18/24: Saw a really interesting lost media video on YouTube

4/19/24: Cute spider on the wall in the hallway at work

4/20/24: Decided not to skip this day after all. I played some Animal Crossing Wild World

4/21/24: I really am lucky to have caring friends. Also kittens in the discord!

4/22/24: My friend made a fun picrew

4/23/24: I set up a humidifier and an air purifier in my office to help with my dry/itchy/red/painful eyes. I think it might be working already????? My eyes feel good today

4/24/24: I did a request for an isolated Digimon BGM and it came out really good!

4/25/24: Made a neocities page and messed around with templates

4/26/24: Had a yummy impossible burger

4/27/24: Went to a craft fair and found a necklace that goes really nicely with the shirt I'm wearing today. Also pad see ew with beef happened

4/28/24: Went bowling and got some writing done

4/29/24:

4/30/24: It’s gonna be May!

5/1/24: Working on Digimon BGM again!

5/2/24: Some ship pins I ordered on Etsy arrived

5/3/24: Not to be repetitive, but Digimon BGM work is very delightful!

5/4/24: idk crispy chicken blt wrap

5/5/24: Whole pomegranates at my grocery store

5/6/24: Had a really productive writing sprint

5/7/24: Told my boss about my Digimon isolated BGM project and she seemed proud that I was able to master some audio editing skills

5/8/24: Been doing this for 30 days and only missed one! Proud of myself

5/9/24: Got through a stressful doctor’s appointment with composure and bravery

5/10/24: My friend and I bought friendship earrings in the shape of Ty Beanie Baby tags

5/11/24: Went to a local hockey game and there was an AMAZING parody video they played on the jumbotron.

5/12/24: Got some good writing done.

5/13/24:

5/14/24: Got some phonecalls done that I had been putting off. I know this isn't really a little delight, but I'm proud of myself.

5/15/24: Received a really kind and detailed comment on a fic that I wasn't confident in when I published it

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The Misadventures of the Phoenix and the Shadow Chimera Sorcerers Part 9-Under a cursed spell ||

Hi Dears, Peahen mom here and I'm going to be writing something but it's time to add another chapter for this mini series book. So I hope you like part 9.

If you wanna read up on what is happening in these adventures, the chapters are below.

~~Chapter List~~

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

((Your reading part 9))

||Drabble Summary||

It seems the others were still doing some training the next day to continue today though, it seems this one sorta went a little south. Knowing much, it involves Kisho, a curse that showed up, and a slip up. Now what could this be? Read to find out.

--- Warning ---

~Their will be swearing present

~One being possessed is present

~A little funny moment is seen in this

~~Guests in drabble~~

Taz Hellion, Kinie, Rioto Kir-IN, Daichi Pheon-X belong to my beloved amazing friend @demon-blood-youths

Ryomen Sukuna, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Maki Zenin, and Nobara Kugisaki is from the anime serious Jujutsu Kaisen. Also to me due to rping as them as muse

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

It was another quiet afternoon here in Jujutsu high with all the students doing their usual thing. It was like nothing was wrong; well....seems not today.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO KISHO!?!" A angry shout was heard from the classroom while he shook Kisho harshly who was dizzy with swirls in his eyes.

"I'M SORRY, MEGUMI! I'M SO SO SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW THE CURSE WOULD DO THAT IF I THOUGHT OF MIKO! PLEASE IT'S ONLY FOR 24 HOURS-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 24 HOURS!?" Megumi said angry but Yuji and Nobara was trying to calm him down.

"Megumi calm down! It's not too bad!" Yuji said.

"HOW IS IT NOT BAD!? SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE'S UNDER SOME CURSE NOW!" He said angry.

"But not forever! Will you stop or you'll make Kisho get sick!" he said worried trying to calm them down.

Yuria and Taz sweatdrops while sitting by a happy dazed Miko who seems to be under some curse indeed. Though, she seems more happier with no worry in the world.

Now, you could be wondering how this happened? Well....

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAA!! You won't be able to stop me! I'll stop all of you no matter what. And curse this whole town!" a cursed spirit said giggling. Today was suppose to be a continued training session today but it all was put on hold when this curse spirit appeared in the school grounds!

"Oh no, you're going to be stopped right here and now!" Yuji points trying to attack the spirit but it ducks to hit him away right into Megumi who winces.

"We need to get rid of this thing!" Nobara said trying to attack but the curse ducks to smile.

"What's wrong? Can't hit me!!" she teased above Nobara who was getting more annoyed.

"Why you-Get down here and face me!" she said waving her arms in a angry way.

"No worries guys, I got it!" Kisho said aiming a flame arrow at it and lets it go. However, the curse ducks but giggled to look at Kisho. He tense to move away but aims again but the curse snickered.

"You guys are so much fun to play with! Lets play some more!" the spirit laughed now playing around more and more. The group kept trying to exorcist the spirit but that's when it got hit thanks to Taz who slashed it. The curse screeches out in pain but crashes while twitching feeling dark purple blood spill.

"No!! That's not fair!!" it said but Taz saw Megumi ready to get rid of it. "Too bad, you lost so now it's time to get rid of you!"

However, the curse snickered to smile. "Hold on now...."

"Huh?"

"Before you kill me, who is on your mind right now?" the curse asked Kisho who blinks to look confused.

"Uhhhhhh..what are you talking about?" he asked.

"Just tell me. I won't say much."

"Daichi, don't listen to her. It has to be a trick!" Nobara said pointing but the curse pouts.

"It's not my fault I was asking a question. I'm not a evil girl like you are." she said seeing Nobara's eye twitch with a vein popping.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO ME YOU-" She now tries to attack but Yuji and Megumi held her back.

"Nobara calm down!" Megumi said.

"She's just trying to get at you! DX" Yuji said.

"LET ME GO YOU GUYS! LET ME AT HER!! LET ME AT HER!" she shouted with the curse laughing holding it's stomach.

'Wow, this curse is just being a child now....' Kinie said on top of Taz's head but the curse saw it.

"Hey, that's not nice to say you dog!" she said but that also got Kinie angry to growl.

"Oh no-"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A DOG YOU FILTHY WORM!!" Kinie said but Taz was holding Kinie back.

"Kinie, calm down!" she yelped holding her back.

Daichi looks but was ready to exorcist the spirit. "That's it, your done!" he said but as he was about to do that....

"Guys! Did you get the curse s..spirit! It's domain is still around the school!" Miko said worried but Daichi looks to her.

"Miko! Where's-"

"Ohhhh so that's the one huh? Perfect!" the curse giggled but snaps her fingers. Miko blinks before she yelps, feeling something heavy or clouding her thoughts but held her head.

"Miko!!" Yuria was going to get her away but Daichi saw this but was worried to quickly see Megumi exorcist the spirit.

"Wait, wait! what did you do to our friend!?" he said but the curse giggled as it was being exorcised.

"Nothing..just a farewell present. Hope you have fun for the next 24 hours!" she laughed before disappearing. When she did, Miko passed out.

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Which brings us to now. Miko was awake but she was smiling, having a happy like cursed cloud around her with giggles. Taz and Yuria was worried but Megumi drops Kisho who winces when landing on his butt.

"Ow!"

"We need to find a way to break this curse quickly and now Kisho!" he said as Kisho was rubbing his butt but his eyes were still swirls.

"Ohh come on, it's not that bad! Maybe the curse was trying to trick us!" he said nervous but before Megumi speaks, he saw Miko happily rushing over to hug Kisho smiling. ".....!?!?"

"Kishoooooo...." she giggled more hugging him.

"Uhhh M...Miko?"

"Hi Kisho! Did you wanna still hang out later on after school? I still want to learn more about curses and know more about you too!" she smiled happily looking to him and nuzzling against his arm with a :3 expression.

"I..wait what!? Miko Y...you I....ummm.." Kisho blinks not sure on how to respond to this but he did try to speak but tenses seeing Megumi's scary angry look again.

"I CAN FIX THIS! I CAN JUST PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" he said panicking again.

'And I thought he couldn't slip up again.....still runs in the group I see..' Sukuna said from Yuji's cheek but he sighed to look at the scene.

"Not helping Sukuna.." he said.

"Hey! It was not my fault the curse would do that to Miko! Stop blaming me for things, Sukuna!" Kisho said pointing at him but Sukuna didn't really care about it.

"Can't we ask Gojo sensei to help find a way to break it?" Yuria asked.

"We did but he said we have to let it run it's 24 and she will be normal again. We don't know what it could do.." Taz mutters after finally calming Kinie down.

"So she's like this for a while then?" Megumi asked but saw Miko happily nuzzling Kisho's arm with a smile.

"Seems so. We just need to be sure she don't get upset or anything..not after what happened a while back when she blew up the classroom when getting mad. -_-" Megumi said.

"Ohh..."

Yeah, when she got angry, Miko's body was flowing with strong cursed energy that she exploded the class room. They knew it was only due to that curse but at least Miko calmed down....well, after crying a little storm flooding the classroom too.

"Well, she's like this for 24 hours so I guess it's fine. We just need to be sure she stays happy and safe for now till it wears off. That means Kisho, your going to watch over her till she snaps out of it." Megumi said that Kisho blinks.

"M..Me!? But she-"

"Oh no! This is all because you got her involved! I keep saying we should have got the curse away from the school but we fought it here to look what happened! So your watching over her!" Megumi said.

"I'm not against it but aren't you guys going to help me!? T^T.." he said feeling Miko hugging him even if he was trying not to feel his face heat up.

"Don't worry we will help!" Yuji said as he was about to get near the two, he stops seeing Miko's body glowing with dangerous cursed energy that he stops to move back. "Orrrr not?" he said. Seeing her relax, Miko was happy again to hug him.

"What did the curse even do to Miko again?" Taz said worried.

"I think she place a cursed on Miko that would effect her emotions and it's due to her cursed energy mixed up with Miko's own. I say we are going to have to try to help without upsetting her too much to do anything harsh." Megumi sighed.

"So how can we help him?" Yuria said.

"For now, we'll just keep near if you need help. Why don't you get her to the dorm to let her rest up?" Nobara said but they sighed to see Kisho seeing Miko happy.

"This is unlike you Miko.." he said. "I'm so sorry I got you cursed!" he said.

"Ohhh it's fine. She will be awake in a few hours!" the curse said using Miko's voice.

"Eh?!"

"Hold on isn't that..."

"Yeah, still here. I had to live for a little longer but I will be gone within 24 hours though." she giggled but Kisho got up to look pointing with eyes wide.

"H..HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!? WE EXORCIST YOU!" he said.

"You did with my shell of a body but I took home in your friend for a bit. Trust me, I won't do anything bad! Just wanna have a little fun is all no worries! When the 24 hours is gone, I'll leave!" she laughed but the others blinks with a shocked expression seen. So that's why she asked who he was thinking about it which resulted in him thinking about Miko to end up taking over her for 24 hours.

"Your still not getting away with what you said to me you-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know! Still true though. "she snickered with Nobara's eye twitching. "So get over it. Your stuck with me for 24 hours and if you try to get me out, you'll end up hurting your friend. So lets just have some fun! X3" she said happy but the others groan mentally. This was going to be a long day.

~~~~~~~~

Within the few hours, the others along with the curse taking over Miko's body was 'hanging out' even when it was making Miko do crazy things and just causing trouble. It was a headache for everyone! Even doing their best to keep her from upsetting Kinie and Nobara. Even Maki who was close to doing that till they explained what happened.

The girls were keeping a eye on possessed Miko who was happily trying to have fun with them while the boys were worried but thinking of some idea on how to keep the peace. Though, the hours kept going on for the time till later on. Now it was time for dinner but Taz was seeing the other girls speaking or eating ice cream before the possessed Miko happily eats some of the frozen treat.

"I swear a really want to just get rid of the curse from Miko. It's not fair she's under it all from today's little mission." Nobara grumbled but Taz sighed to pat her big sister's back.

"Even so, I hope Miko is alright.." Yuria said worried about her as well.

"Don't worry, it's only for a few more hours. We just have to keep a eye on her till the time passes like everyone says. Besides, she's not that bad...." Taz said.

'Pup, she's annoying. True, I hope Miko is alright even when that spirit said she's asleep right now. I really am holding back from ripping that spirit out of Miko and eating it!' Kinie hissed while looking annoyed.

"You know? I don't blame you Kinie though we have to wait till the hours pass first. We just need to keep a eye on her till the hours pass." Nobara said.

'I already find it annoying. That and the fact she's a pig!!' Kinie said seeing the possessed Miko eating some snacks happily while seeing it just looking at the window with a smile. However, it heard to look.

"Not my fault, dog! Why? Your all talk but you can't bite can you?!" the spirit said but KInie growls.

"LISTEN HERE YOU BITCH! YOU BETTER BE LUCKY I DON'T STRANGLE YOU OR I'LL-"

"Boring!! Your so boring!" she laughed. Taz was trying to calm Kinie down again as she was wanting to really get at this curse. The girls will just have to deal with it for the time being but heard the other speak.

"Do you girls have anymore ice cream!? This is really good!" She said with the girls sighing. This was going to be a long night.

After that night, the 24 hours was coming close with everyone trying to help Kisho with the possessed Miko who was enjoying the last few moments of their free time. Though, messing and getting the others angry was just as fun so why not. For now, that day on the final hour, the others were tired from watching this spirit but she was happy while smiling.

"Wow, you guys did well in keeping sane without trying to get rid of me. Good work." The possessed Miko said sweetly to see everyone else tired.

"Yeah, thanks a lot." Nobara was tired but she really wanted this curse to be gone now.

"Even so, we got through it so you can pass on now." she heard Megumi say this but the cursed spirit giggled before seeing the sun rising showing it was the last day.

"True but it was fun. I will say this; thanks for the fun with you all. And the jokes too. Though take this as a lesson in your so called training; you never know what sort of curses are out there. Just be happy it was not one that could really have hurt your friend here." she said but as the others were ready to speak, they saw Miko's body glowing a different cursed color but she leans back while seeing the curse that took over coming out showing their see through form.

"Miko!"

"Like I said, I didn't harm her just wanted some little fun. She is just sleeping but when i leave her fully, she's all yours. I will say thanks for the fun! I had a blast!" she laughed before leaving Miko fully then sees her falling back. Kisho and Taz quickly goes to catch Miko but saw the curse disappearing now into nothing.

The two look seeing it was gone but heard a tired groan looking down. Miko's face was scrunched up but she looked really tired to open her eyes. "H..Huh? W..wha?"

"Miko!" Taz said happy.

"Your back!" Kisho said as the two hug her but she blinks confused to what happened.

"B..back? What do you m..mean back? Did I go s..somewhere?" she mutters but the other two didn't say anything. They were happy to have her back.

"You know what? I think I'll write the short report on this...what a headache.." Nobara said grumbling to do that but she was happy to see Miko back to her self again. Megumi and Yuji goes to help the other two with Yuria so they can get Miko to bed to rest.

Well, that was a crazy side track little training session. Though, more will come in the future for the sorcerers. For now, it was time to rest.

[ritaskeeter-scandals]

The Application

Disclaimer: Even when talking about herself, she has to make everything revolve around her life, the cheeky little gossip that she is. She is also going to slander some of our faves, sorry not sorry xoxo. Additional Disclaimer: Unreliable narrator (duh)

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Well hello once again my dear scoundrels, and welcome to Rita Skeeter’s Scandal Sheets. For those of you who have yet to join the Skeeter Scandal train, this lovely little column of your beloved Daily Prophet is dedicated to the sharing of all of the Magical United Kingdom’s (and the occasional international) most ear-catching rumors and gossip. Though most days I relinquish spilling all these delicious secrets we all have (and secretly love to see revealed), today is all about your most cherished journalist, me! Admit it, you little rascals, it is impossible to not be curious about the quill that produces such a brilliant display every day for your most interested minds, so why not dish out all the details of my life, fears and desires all included. So welcome to Rita Skeeter’s Scandal Sheets, Rita Skeeter edition! First things first, of course, let me tell you all about my birth. Of course, I was born with my all-loving parents, in the infamous Skeeter family, but I’ll just about bet none of you knew that I first saw the light of day on the 7th of September 1955. Yes, my esteemed readers, I’m a Libra (shocking right?). Though a few very un-fun and sincerely not the type you’d want to invite to a party, people guess that I’m a Gemini because I’m just ‘not trustworthy’, which is just poppycock if you ask anyone who even remotely knows me (just ask my colleague, and our resident heartthrob and hero Gilderoy Lockheart, he’ll be more than happy to testify on my part, free of charge), I was indeed born under the sign of justice and all things beautiful. Though it is no secret amongst the world I love to see the sublime in all things around me, I am a very fair person, that I am. In fact, I would never do something unjust, like betray a colleague or steal a friend’s boyfriend. Dear readers, I know, just about now you’re wondering ‘who would do that?’, and to that I reply, ‘the things you see in the world’! Though thinking about it, wouldn’t that make a beautiful article? “Scandal Sheets; Cheats of Diagon Alley”. I can see it, and maybe you all shall next week, if you little miscreants behave. Anyways, enough sidetracking. I also have the brilliant sign of the lion, Leo, placed in my moon. This is maybe self-explanatory, I never shy from a party (in fact you might want to check out the top 10 party events that have shocked the streets themselves that came out in the Scandal Sheets two weeks ago). Besides, with great hair like mine, could you expect anything less than the king of the savannah? Finally, my dearies, I have a lovely Aquarius rising to finish the lot in greatness. That’s where I get my creative side from, if I might say. I was once told that Aquarius risings have peculiar eyes that look almost like they’re straight out a dream. Let me tell you, I definitely agree, though maybe those dreams might have been nightmares; up to you my dear readers to make a conclusion on that…

Next order of business. When I was eleven, like most of you reading this, I stepped into Ollivanders for my very own wand. Now, let’s be honest,  Garrick is… interesting, if not to say absolutely crazy. But, as they say, all artists have something missing in their heads, am I right?  That being said, I was first handed a horrendous red wand (that had no beauty or style, might I say), which of course ended in disaster for all parties concerned. But then, there it was, the beautiful instrument that would become my lifelong partner. I held it in my hand and knew we'd make a fine pair indeed. Its wood is Maple, with a brown hilt and beige end; very fashionable. Garrick Ollivander mumbled something about Maple wands favoring ambitious magic users, which I am, no surprise here. Pleasantries aside, my wand also happens to have a unicorn hair core. It’s always been reliable, and by reliable I mean that it almost seems that that little unicorn hair inside of my wand can just about read my mind to perform each magic trick I attempt exactly the way I planned it out, except for that one time near the Slytherin dungeons which I will not expand on further. Finally, my wand is unbending, much like my moral compass that is nevertheless hardly ever changing! Oh yes- how could I forget? It is also a formidable 11 ½ inches, which is no tell on the length of my personality, no matter what that Ollivander might say. Between us, sometimes I wonder how sane that man is. Sometimes I even wonder if there is any sense to his words, I’m pretty sure he babbles whatever comes to his mind when giving his ‘opinion’ about wands.

Tell me, dear reader, have you ever been in love? Or more like, have you ever wondered what it was that you truly loved? Well, if you’re anything like me that answer has in fact been answered in our dear Professor Slughorn’s classroom in sixth year. Horace has always been so generous to us when we were students wasn’t he? In my time at Hogwarts, he’d offered a vial of Liquid Luck, free of charge, to whomever made the best Amortentia potential. Now, between us, I’ve always believed Horace had been able to afford doing such things because of his little undeclared side business, but that’s besides the point. I personally did brilliantly at the brewing of that potion, but some little Slytherin teachers’ pet swabbed the prize right out of me. I can remember it as clearly as today’s lunch. Some lovesticken girl had commented on her potion smelling the same as me (can you blame her?), and the weasel flattered his way into Slughorn’s good graces. Either way, I remember smelling the faint smell of champagne, freshly printed press paper, and the mysterious fruity scent I wasn’t quite able to place. Now the first two are absolutely obvious; I love the night scene, and the press will always stay my true love, but let me tell you that I have no idea what that strawberry, or was it lemon (?), scent was doing here. Maybe should you keep posted on Skeeter Scandals we’ll find out together… 

Tell me, dear reader, what are you the most afraid of? Is it a flying monster, or your lover finding out about your wife (let me tell you, there are plenty of affairs going on in our small London, perhaps all these secrets will be revealed soon enough…)? Personally, I’ve only encountered Boggarts twice; once in class, and once a few months ago in an attic. Both took the shapes of huge snakes (horrifying!!!). I hate snakes so much, they’re terrifying, especially when they attempt to hurt you knowing fully that you have no actual ill will for them. But as they say, boys will be boys, and snakes… will be snakes.

Finally, our last little Rita secret of the day shall be perhaps of our must desired ones. Yes, my dears, I am just about to reveal, free of charge, my most wonderful patronus. Now, like most of you would expect, I can most definitely make a corporeal patronus, are we surprised though? Its form is actually a fox, like little sly me.  When casting the charm, I usually think of my lovely mother, or how successful I’ve become (thanks to the help of all my lovely readers - of course). The spell has never failed, trust me. The fox that comes out if very cheeky actually, he (I like to think he’s a he) always hops around me, as if trying to keep me safe from absolutely everything, how cute.

Well my little rascals, seems like this is the end of our time together, though I had so much fun revealing all my own little secrets with you. Perhaps we might do this with some other wizards, I’m sure our local celebrity Mr.Lockheart would revel in such an interview, free of charge. That being said, thank you for reading, and don’t forget to send me all your secret suspicions on my personal owl post box at the Daily Prophet.                                     Your Favorite Gossip Queen, Rita Skeeter.

SIDE NOTES (NOT ARTICLE) - BOGGART

For her own sake, Rita would never admit what her worst fear is; she’s way too proud and secretive for that, and she wouldn’t want the likes of Emma figuring out what it is in fear of the girl just straight up torturing her with it. She wouldn’t put it past her. So for the article she lied and made up something about ‘snakes’ (which gave her the opportunity to take a stab at Emma on the side). She doesn’t actually fear snakes, just doesn’t love them. Her biggest fear is rather failure, and seeing herself be shunned from the wizarding world, and most importantly the press world. She’s so incredibly proud of the progress she’s made in the Daily Prophet, and acquiring her own segment is a  dream come true, having it taken away would be horrifying.

Also her patronus isn’t a corporal, and even less so a fox. No, she can barely produce a patronus charm, let alone having it take a shape. Besides, if it did have a shape, it would be a beetle, of course.

Writing Sample: Please provide us with at least 3 paragraphs in third person from the perspective of your character.

PURE ANGST, nothing else.

The world stopped. Or maybe this wasn’t a good way to phrase it. Rita Skeeter’s world stopped, and the seven shots of tequila she’d had with her friends were definitely not helping her make sense of it all. Rita wasn’t a lightweight, far from it. She was used to drinking at parties, and finding out exactly what she needed to know for her blog. But somehow, what she’d just seen was making every fiber of her brain swing, causing her to grab on the nearest thing she could find for balance, which just happened to be the bar. She stood, dumbfounded. Clearly her mind was playing a trick on her? Or maybe this was some sort of cruel joke, and everyone would just stop what they were doing to yell “GOT YOU!!” and everything would be okay. But that’s not what was happening, and deep down, even before she got confirmation, Rita knew the truth. Her best friend, right in front of her, was kissing her boyfriend. Rita’s eyes went fuzzy before the tears started swelling, and the shock on her face only grew as she saw Emma stare right at her mid-kiss. She needed to get out, and get out now. Running out of the party, her coat in hand, Rita headed to a nearby alleyway, sitting on the ground as she let the events catch up to her. As she realized what this meant, that Emma had betrayed her in such a manner, she let out an ear piercing scream, the tears now flooding her cheeks. She stayed like this for a while, choking on her own tears, barely being able to breathe, hidden in that little street. It was a dirty street too, probably as dirty as it had been centuries ago, but she couldn’t even bring herself to care about that. She couldn’t bring herself to think about anything but her.

 Finally, after a few minutes, she managed to calm her breathing, steadying herself against the wall as she whipped her face clean. She stayed like this for a few seconds, regaining control of herself, before she apparated in front of her home. Still shaking, she attempted to unlock her door, keeping at it for a good minute before she broke down again, sliding against the door and starting to sob all over again. She’d never seen herself be such a mess. No, Rita was confident, a force to be reckoned with, yet right now she was a babbling mess who could barely stand up. It took the woman another ten minutes to get the courage to pull out her wand and utter a broken ‘Alohomora’, the spell failing twice before she finally unlocked her door. When she was in, she simply threw her things to the ground, dashing to the bathroom. Staring at herself, she barely recognised the girl staring in the mirror. Mascara running, red nose, and tearful eyes, Rita would never have guessed such a thing would affect her so much. Slowly, she took off the purple dress she’d worn, a dress Emma had gifted her, she realized, looking at it when she’d put on the floor. Seeing it, something else grew upon her. Resentment, disbelief, and anger. The little bitch. The jealous little bitch. Rita knew what this was. Emma was jealous and  taking what little she could steal. She couldn’t handle Rita’s success and popularity, so she’d done the petty thing. She still couldn’t believe it though. Why? After all these years being as close as sisters, why? She was getting angrier by the second, and grabbing her wand, she yelled out ‘INCENDIO’. She watched the dress burn, as well as any love she could have had for Emma. At this point, she didn’t care about her boyfriend - or more like ex-boyfriend now - she cared about how her best friend had stabbed her in the back.

Yet, as it burned, Rita couldn’t help but let the tears flow again. They were tears of anger this time. Of anger, disappointment, and still, nevertheless, of sadness. She wanted to break something, but she felt too weak to do anything. A few minutes later, as she watched the flames stop burning, she felt the wave of exhaustion pick her up. She wanted the day to end. So, still in her underwear, not bothering to take off her makeup, she drifted to her bed, not even going under the covers as she cried herself to sleep. 

[mari-the-bimbo]

I don't know if the requests are opened, if not I apologize, but I've been thinking about this:

“no I’m not joking Gojo! I have 10 different daddies you’ll have to fight until you reach the final boss!”

Now imagine Y/N calling *Geto* Daddy as a joke and he actually plays along.

That's him. That's the final boss Gojo needs to worry about.

Love your work Mari poo 💙 Take care

Dorm mate! Gojo: calling Geto ‘daddy’ in front of him

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

A/N: LMAOOO NOT GETO BEING THE FINAL BOSS IM CACKLING 😭 - Also thank you for your kind words, love! 🥰

Warnings: sexual joke?? Kinda??

It was a casual Wednesday morning, where you and boys were messing about while attempting to make breakfast like normal responsible young adults.

“Hey pass me my protein shake pea brain? Or do I have to beat the daddy final boss to have that too?” He mocked you, a cocky grin on his face, as he leaned in on the table, hoping to get a reaction out of you.

You bit back your laugh, simply grinning.

Hmmm today seemed like a lovely day to bully your beloved dorm mate Gojo

“Actually Gojo, he’s right here, you should tough it out” you say with a sly grin.

“Right daddy?!” You say to Geto, who was standing behind you guys, by the kitchen island, stirring his tea. He stifles his laugh as he caught on to your joke.

“Sure baby” Geto says with sickly sweet emphasis, trying not to laugh when he saw dorm mate Gojo’s face.

Dorm mate Gojo who looked beyond traumatised , glaring at you both in pure betrayal. “I-“ he said but didn’t finish his sentence.

He slammed his hands down on the kitchen table, standing up swiftly at his full 6’3 height, making you gulp.

You couldn’t tell if he took it personally or not, you tried to peek at the expression on his face but he faces downwards at the table.

“Challenge accepted.. TRAITOR” he announced, finally looking up, and to your surprise, he was grinning from ear to ear as he sauntered his way to his best friend.

But your features quickly shifted from fear to confusion as you watched Geto and Gojo play fight.

Gojo pulled on Geto’s man bun while Geto attempted to take off Gojo’s shades, both of them giggling like the stupid, buff himbos they were.

Then you watched Gojo pretend to stab Geto, while the buff boy dramatically fell to the floor, pretending to die,

“Ahhh you killed meee mighty Gojo you winnnn” Geto dramatically acted out, falling to the floor.

You huffed with a pout, while rolling you eyes at them “Geto! You’re the final boss stupid! You’re not supposed to be beaten so easily!!” You said.

“Maybe I’m just too strong baby” Gojo boasted, flexing his muscles, then laughing maniacally with Geto.

“Geto! Fight for me you peasant!” You demanded, throwing a bread stick at him, making him and Gojo laugh harder, which only made you more frustrated.

“Sorry baby I won fair and square, and now YOU’RE MINE” Gojo said with a cocky smile, walking up to you like a predator that found its prey.

He sauntered his way over to you and threw you over his shoulder making you squeal.

And as you watched Geto laugh alongside Gojo while you were upside down, and he casually stirred his tea, you realised..

GETO BETRAYED YOU FOR GOJO - HE WAS A DOUBLE AGENT THIS WHOLE TIME !!

“GETO YOU TRAITOR, I’LL NEVER FORGET THIS BETRAYAL” you yelled, pointing on accusing finger at Geto, only for him laugh at you mockingly as he sipped his tea, and you were carried out the kitchen by your tall white haired admirer.

“Hey! Settle down pea brain, unless you want me to spank you!” He threatened as he walked out with you on his shoulder. You tutted before going quiet, not wanting to get spanked.

Yet you yelp as you felt a strong force slap down on your butt, and linger there.

“G-gojo!!! You said you wouldn’t slap my butt if I’m quiet!!” You exclaimed, flustered by his hand that was still on your butt.

“I lied” he evil laughed.

“Oh and y/n? It’s daddy for now on”

[venator-signum]

I've fallen back into the EAH rabbit hole so I have some thoughts (mainly hcs) I will be sharing unprovoked and unasked for:

no wonderlandian is straight let's be clear here

also none of them are neurotypical thanks

anyways chase redford my beloved I would die for you

he deserved to come back cause he's an angel but also the tired mum friend who is trying to keep his idiot children maddie and kitty from blowing something up for the 20th time today

all wonderlandians will drop what they're doing for tea time no matter how important

they survive off of tea and will go into lengthy rants on the proper way to brew, the best kind of tea cup, the best food to have with what tea and of course, the best tea flavour (especially Maddie)

Maddie is very steampunk with her clothing but adores jackets with coattails and she loves her wacky top hats

the three most likely to kick your ass with a smile on their face are lizzie, maddie and chase

bunny is too sweet but she's got a mean roundhouse kick and she's super fast

bunny is also albino idk if it's hc or canon but that means she now has red eyes and super pale skin

she hates being late and can get quite frazzled when it happens so don't steal her watch unless you want to die

Alistair will follow small creatures (particularly rabbits) or insects (ie. blue butterflies) and he does need to be snapped out of the trance he goes into when it happens

also he cries a lot (cause that's practically all alice does for like half the animated movie) and if something is labelled 'eat me' or 'drink me' he will do it it's an instinct

avid waistcoat wearer, he dresses like he's from whenever it was set so like 19th century or whatever but also dresses lowkey like a pirate there's no inbetween - it's either british nobleman straight out of a period drama or a pirate

kitty can turn into a cat just like her mother and will chase Earl Grey and bunny (rabbit form) around

any hooded items of clothing she owns have got holes cut out for her ears cause both she and her mother have proper cat ears now and like a tail

every wonderlandian would kill for Raven cause she saved them and she's always been kind to them, even when they were ostracised or told they were "too weird"

chase is best friends with darling and yeah he's probably hella gay

that being said when I first saw wtw and the reveal I shipped him and darling and lowkey still do but it's MY BRAIN so unless you wanna take it-

anyways every charming sibling is at the very least bi

daring is in denial abt this and so continuously dates girls cause he won't admit he thinks that a guy who could beat him up is hot

dexter has a preference for girls and so does darling good for them ig it's a twin thing

the darling/apple ship is kinda eh to me idk why I just don't vibe with it but that's okay

DEXVEN ON THE OTHER HAND

these two are completely and utterly head over heels in love with each other and I go crazy at aus where dexter is raven's "good king" (without the wack ass snow white parent thing whatever we ignoring that)

dexter deserves much love because he is wonderful

okay very early on, apple was incredibly selfish cause she wanted her happy ending at the expense of others' and it felt like she didn't really care so...

I also feel like apple, if she was so self-conscious abt her hair, could have died it to fit the story (it wouldn't be hard considering her hair colour) but she didn't give in so good for her ig

briar and ashlynn my angels - I love these two cause they're were like the first instance of what everyone in their world to be hardcore royals like apple but are actually quite rebellious and I love it

raven adores her dad very much

also I think that if she doesn't have slight anger issues (which I can see) then girly just has a short fuse which is entirely fair

(lizzie has major anger issues)

her magic mostly manifests as fire and when she goes apeshit, her eyes turn into flames

there's like stages to her magical anger ig and it goes: 1. irises glow bright and things start to float (including her hair) 2. she begins floating and her eyes go purplish tinge like in that present room scene 3. flames from hands 4. finally she's encased in flame that follows as she moves (I'll try draw this one day)

okay evil!raven is my shit and I'm in the process of writing a fic that started as evil raven but the way I'm writing her makes her more of an anti-hero basically she's like pre-auradon mal

anyways bad!raven, after signing cause she gave in and didn't see Giles yadda yadda (further explained in the fic when I eventually write enough of it) becomes very very petty

anyways evil!raven aus. where are they. send me links pls.

I'm gonna push the raven and hunter childhood friends agenda

hunter and cerise are also childhood friends but she was super apprehensive towards him at first cause her dad is the big badwolf and he's the hunter but they chill now (she still hasn't told him abt her family situation tho)

cerise is a bad bitch you can't kill her she'll mess you up

I would fight milton grimm and win he has weak person energy

my hc of lancelot/story of king arthur in eah universe is that the original tale was actually bbc Merlin but then somewhere along the line they scrapped that and got rid of any evidence it existed

(more to come if I ever think of anymore)

[partlystiles]

Thank God For Quidditch - James Potter

Thank God For Quidditch - James Potter

james potter x fem!reader (smut)

summary: After Gryffindor fails to win a Quidditch Match, the other team’s captain’s teasing causes something in James to snap and the next thing he knows, he has her falling apart in his grasp.

word count: 4,795

warnings: NSFW, thigh riding, unprotected sex, praise, choking, hair pulling, swearing.

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Nothing inflates someone’s ego like praise. Y/N L/N knew that all too well, spending her days basking in every single compliment thrown her way for whatever she did whether it be someone liking her outfit or talking about the Quidditch game she had won the previous week. Whatever it was, Y/N thrived off of it all and the only thing more buzzing than an actual Quidditch match was the aftermath where people talked about it for hours on end and asked the team captain, Y/N, for a full recount of the match.

The biggest match was the one at the end of the year between the two houses in the finals. Also known as the one that her team had just won, their seeker catching the snitch in her hands with a loud laugh as the crowd erupted with noise and the commentator screamed about her skills. It was always the crowd that spurred Y/N on, their screaming smile and happy shouting making her feel proud of her team and her skills whilst she zoomed after the small little ball in the air.

“Yes, Y/N!” The team yelled in different variations as she flew down to the ground with the snitch still in her hand as the crowd raced each others out of the stands to come down to the field. She dismounted her broom and left it in the pitch before she raced over to her friends and threw herself into the Keeper’s arms and he twirled her around.

The cheering became louder as he lowered her and their heads snapped over to every tower where students were filtering out and running behind Madam Hooch who was approaching with the Quidditch cup in her hands. Other teammates patted her back in congratulations as she took the cup in her hands from Madam Hooch with glinting eyes at her accomplishment.

“Woah!” She exclaimed as the two beaters lifted her onto their shoulders and she was lifted above the shouting crowd with the cup in her hands. Even people supporting Gryffindor in the match were crowding around them and shouting congratulations, cheering with their friends banners instead of their red ones.

There was another sea of red further away from the ones in the crowd and Y/N’s eyes zeroed in on the large number 7 printed on the back of the Gryffindor Captain’s uniform as he walked not-so-calmly towards the changing rooms. He looked on the verge of a temper tantrum and Y/N smirked at the memory of his earlier words.

“Enjoy the pity party after the match, L/N.” James Potter had said, glaring as the two of them shook hands in the centre of the pitch. The grip was tight, both of them seeming like they were trying to cut off one another's circulation so the Chaser couldn’t carry the Quaffle and the Seeker couldn’t grasp the snitch.

“I’m sure you’ll throw it great, I’ll be at the actual party with the rest of my winning team.” She replied, a bitter smile on her lips as her crescent nails scraped over the material of his glove in the tight grip.

“It’s nice to have dreams, even if they are pathetically unrealistic.” He shrugged his shoulders as they let go of each others hands on Madam Hooch’s orders and walked away from each other to mount their brooms and fly up to their starting positions.

She had vowed to make him eat his words which thanks to her wonderful Quidditch skills, he had and now he was storming back to the changing rooms one second away from snapping his beloved broomstick in anger. Sirius Black was walking close to him and the other members of the team were walking back up to the castle instead of the changing rooms. 

“Put me down, put me down.” Y/N laughed as she tapped one the heads of the two team members holding her up in the air; they let her down with a laugh and being up there was definitely better than being down on the floor where people were still cheering. “I’m gonna go rub it in Potter’s face.”

“Have fun.” Cory Michaels, one of the Beaters who had held her up, leaned down in excitement to kiss her cheek before he pushed her away and she started to worm her way through the crowd.

The praise followed her out of the clump and she soaked it all in with a smile whilst squeezing through the gaps between people  who milled around the edge of the large ground, someone yelled and she glanced back with a scoff to see Cory being held in the air with cup that she had given to Cressida Bridge in his hands. 

Jacob Jones was one of the last people who complimented the game on her way out of the circle, after she had passed him she broke into a small jog to get to her destination. The changing rooms weren’t that far away from the centre of the pitch but it was a fair distance, Y/N would do her bragging then return to her common room for the afterparty...there was always something inside her that itched to make James angry especially after Quidditch matches. 

It was the way his eyebrows scrunched in irritation or the way that his cheeks flushed a bright red from the effort and sweat glistened on his skin from flying around the pitch and tossing the Quaffle around. Y/N was sweaty too, slipping the gloves off of her hands as she walked so they were free of their confines and the breeze hit them almost immediately because of her jogging.

Slowing down into a walk as she got closer to the changing room, she took off her shin guards and held them with her gloves. She was half-tempted to take her ponytail out but decided against it until she was having her shower and could cool herself down. 

A few metres in front of her, the doors to the changing rooms opened and Sirius Black came out with pursed lips as he shut the door behind him and went to start walking but he froze at the sight of the opposite teams captain walking towards him. She had a smirk on her face, her eyes glinting with mischief as she stared at Sirius and he shook his head slowly towards her, his own smile peeking up.

“Not a good idea, beautiful.” He said as she got closer but all she did was smile at him and give him a small chuckle as she passed and he started walking with a smile. “Your funeral.”

Disregarding his comment, Y/N slowly pushed open the door to the changing room and saw Potter tugging a shirt on with his back to her. It was a simple white t-shirt and black jeans but he tugged the top on so aggressively that she wanted to laugh but just settled on closing the door and leaning against it before throwing her gloves and shin guards down onto the nearest bench with a clatter.

“I don’t want to hear it, Padfoot, you made your point.” He grumbled as he grabbed a bottle from his bag and put it up his shirt, spraying it in the direction of his armpits and Y/N wrinkled her nose up in disgust. “I’m overreacting.”

“I don’t know what a padfoot is-” She began to say and James jumped out of his skin as he whirled around and nearly stumbled whilst putting the cap back on his aftershave. “- but I’m not it.”

His expression turned sour as he stared at her and he turned back to his belongings to start packing his uniform in his Quidditch bag quickly, more aggressive now that she was in the room. “Come to gloat?”

“Yes, actually.” Y/N nodded with a smile and pushed herself off of the wall, walking closer to where James was packing his stuff up and she leaned against the wall beside that instead, meeting James’ eyes as he glanced at her. “What happened out there? You’re bad anyway, but today you were horrible.”

“Shut up.” He scowled, grabbing his red jersey and stuffing it into the bag on top of the Quidditch sweats they were all made to wear. Y/N only smirked slightly wide as she saw that she was affecting him.

“I mean, the Finbourgh Flick was a good tactic.” She continued casually as the rustling of the clothes got louder and James breathed more heavily in anger. “Too bad it didn’t work.”

“Quit it, will you?” He snapped at her, eyes flaring as the eye contact was made but he looked away with a rising and falling chest. 

“The reverse pass was good on your part as a Chaser.” Y/N continued and James’ hands fumbled with his stuff whilst his face heated up with the humiliation and the anger. He glared heatedly her had the urge to just...push her into a wall and kiss her right on the mouth so she would shut up.

What?! He blinked for a second, erasing the thought from his mind with a shake of his head...the thought of kissing her should disgust him but through his angry haze he didn’t seem to be bothered whilst looking away from her features that glowed and glistened with a thin layer of sweat that looked disgustingly enticing in that moment.

“But that failed too...” She frowned mockingly and he glanced back up, eyebrows furrowing in anger and his hands itched to press her shoulders against the wall she was leaning on. Rendering her speechless. So he could have a moment of peace. “Your chasing skills were okay but same couldn’t be said for your captaincy...should’ve brushed them all up on their passes. That’s on you.”

He snapped, jerking away from his bag and towards her, his hands reaching to her arms as he slammed her back against the wall she was leaning on in anger and shoved his lips against hers to shut her up. She jolted slightly at the impact but she accepted the kiss as he stood an inch apart from her, hands gripping at her arms and eyes closing but still full with anger at the sight of her though they softened slightly behind is eyelids when he realised he had just pinned someone against the wall, kissed them roughly and let his anger get the best of him.

He pulled away just as roughly, panting whilst his eyes searched every detail on her face in fear he had made her uncomfortable in any way; it hadn’t been his intention but she just made him so mad. “I’m, uh, sorry.”

She panted just as heavily as him, her breath having been stolen by the way he slammed her against the wall and then his lips had pressed against hers with vigour. Though as his blazing eyes searched her face, he found no sign of uncomfortableness or disgust, instead he saw the smirk twitch at her lips again.

“Don’t apologise.” She breathlessly told him, licking her lips and James eyed the wetness that now covered them as he gulped at the sight and his eyes flicked back up to hers again. “Do it again if you’d like.”

Then she winked at him and James swore he went into cardiac arrest for a moment but he regained himself quickly before looking at the wetness on her lips and diving in again, pressing his lips roughly against hers before pulling back and doing it again and again and again. Like he was addicted. But he was still angry which he didn’t understand...James’ grip tightened on her arms slightly as he took a step closer so their noses nearly touched and he kissed her on the lips again.

Y/N responded as best she could, but the kisses he delivered were short and rough, not ones were she could give him the pleasure of kissing back. So she just let him attack her lips with his, feeling them bruise with every bit of pressure was put onto them with his endless kisses that came again and again and again. Every kiss got him more worked up it seemed and for one of them, he planted his lips onto hers and just pressed them there for longer, letting the feeling consume him.

She had no problem with it, just wished he would do something else to stimulate her building arousal. James grunted at one point and she prepared herself for his touch, his tongue pressed against her lips and she opened them immediately, welcoming him inside with a small, escaped breath. His tongue circled around hers, moving around her mouth as they groaned in unison. 

Y/N desperately wanted to touch him somehow, but he still had her arms in his tight grip despite the fact that he was almost pressed against her completely and there wasn’t even any way she would want to leave now. She moved her tongue too and he grunted again, finally moving his hands from her arms to her his but still keeping her pressed against the wall.

She moved her arms out to wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her and letting her hands play with his hair, tugging at it slightly and making him groan as his hands travelled slightly higher but he stopped when he realised she was more or less still in her full Quidditch Uniform

He disregarded that fact for a minute and let his lips travel down across her jaw to her neck where he ducked his head down and she leant hers back to give him more access, his lips sucked gently at the skin as he kissed her neck and gave the occasional blow which caused a shiver down her back and the slightest arch.

James chuckled lowly at her back arching slightly and she groaned slightly at the sound and the breath on her neck, his kisses went further up her neck until he was dangerously close to her and she felt them skim her earlobe before his voice invaded her hearing. “I knew you liked me.”

She could practically hear the cocky smirk through the small laugh as he nipped gently at her earlobe before travelling his kisses back down to her neck. Y/N rolled her eyes and used her hands to grab James’ face before bringing him to face her. Both of them were breathing heavily and James quirked his eyebrows up at her as she made them meet eyes.

“Shut up.” She said to him breathlessly, pulling him back in to connect their lips and he smiled into the kiss they shared before he went serious again and stuck his tongue into her mouth again. 

And again she welcomed it eagerly, the muscles circling around each other as they engaged themselves in a rough and passionate make out. James grabbed at her waist and pulled her right up against him, off of the wall so he could unzip the back of the jersey and push it off of her. He didn’t bother to unbutton the cape that attached at the bottom of the jersey so he just let it fall with it. 

So now she was just in her long-sleeved black shirt, her black joggers and her boots. Y/N quickly discarded of her shoes, throwing them to the side and letting her sock-covered feet land on the hard wooden floor below her before she pulled her socks off too.

 James didn’t waste any time in grabbing her by the back of her thighs and using his remarkable strength to hike her up so her legs wrapped around his waist and they engaged back in a heated kiss with his hands squeezing at her thighs and her hands running through his already messy hair.

He moved backwards as they kissed, both of their lips surely bruised by now from the roughness of their kissing. The feeling of her body against his was intoxicating and she craved so much more. James lowered himself onto one of the benches so she was now straddling him and they kept kissing one another, their heavy breathing loud amongst the thickening air of the changing rooms. 

Caught up in the moment, Y/N grinded against James who groaned into their kiss and put his hands on her ass, squeezing as she grinded again and their tongues found solace touching the other. Soft breathy moans from Y/N and small groans from James filled the changing room and she felt thankful for the rest of the team deciding to shower back up at the castle instead of in the changing rooms.

James started to kiss at the skin on her neck, sucking and pecking it as Y/N continued to grind on him with her small moans. “Want you to ride my thigh.”

“What?” She breathed out, breath catching in her throat as he started sucking in the same spot for a while, surely leaving a mark. 

“I want you...” He smoothed his tongue over the spot where he’d been sucking and Y/N exhaled shakily, bucking her hips. “to ride” He peppered kisses across the extra expanse of skin until his mouth had trailed up to her ear and he lowered his voice down to a whisper. “my thigh.”

“Okay.” Y/N moaned out softly and moved from straddling both of his thighs to straddling only one and looking at him to make eye contact, his eyes were alight yet dark with lust as he looked at her and before she started moving, his fingers ghosted over the hem of her shirt.

He pulled it off of her and she raised her arms so it slipped off easily and he threw it across the changing rooms without looking for an exact place to throw it. He then pulled his own shirt off and threw it away too. 

His eyes were too busy travelling over the sight of her bra-covered chest and marvelling at the way it perfectly pushed up her breasts to where he could bury his face in them and kiss at the skin which made her moan out again as his hands groped at them hungrily. She tilted her head back as she felt his thumbs trace over the material of the cups and her nipples began to harden in arousal.

His fingers travelled around to her back and he unhooked her bra, pulling it off of her shoulders and throwing it in the direction of her shirt. He put his hands on her breasts again, groping at them and kissing them too, his hands just felt better now that it was skin on skin. 

“Move, baby.” He whispered against her skin and she breathed softly as she began to drag herself along his thigh, feeling the faint stimulation as the joggers pressed against her knickers and her knickers pressed against her vagina.

A shiver went up her spine as she continued to move against him, breathing shakily and getting faster with every rut. He flexed his thigh from underneath her and moved his hands away from her breasts towards her ass to move her faster against his thigh which had her gasping and gripping his shoulders and moaning whilst the stimulation against her clit got faster and rougher and his hands were squeezing her ass harshly. 

He groaned as she bucked faster, moaning whilst her fingers pressed into his skin and muscle. James even started to bounce his thigh which sent sparks of pleasure through her as her tits started to bounce on her chest and James watched them hungrily whilst they went up and down over and over and over again until she was a moaning mess on his body.

“I’m gonna-” She cut herself off with a loud moan, rutting faster in chase of her release as James leaned forward and stuffed his face into her neck, kissing and sucking and even nipping slightly at the skin there as he continued to bounce his hip. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, L/N.” He whispered roughly into her ear, squeezing her ass hard enough to leave a bruise as he bounced quicker and listened to the pretty noises that she let loose. “Do it for me.”

“For you,” She breathed out in a moan, tilting her head back whilst she thrusted faster and the lewd noises escaped her with no hesitation. “All for you.”

“All for me.” James chuckled into her ear and with one last loud cry of pleasure, Y/N released and continued to shake and stutter in her rhythm as she rode out of her high and James softly kissed her through it. “Well done, my girl.”

Y/N let her hands loosen their tight grip on him as she panted after her orgasm, letting her palms massage his shoulders instead of gripping them tight. James rubbed her ass before moving his hands up her back to smooth over the skin of her back whilst she calmed down.

“We’re not done yet.” He whispered into her ear and she moaned softly again at the declaration. James began to stand, making Y/N stand too and he slowly lowered his hands to pluck at the waistband of her joggers. 

He crouched slowly, bringing the joggers down with him until they were pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them. His fingers travelled back up to get the waistband of her knickers and he pulled them down next, smiling cockily at the sight of the glistening wetness inside of it. She stepped out of those too and James stood back up with them still in his hand, her grabbed her face in his hand and showed them to her as her cheeks squished in his hold.

“Made such a mess.” He tutted, moving his hand that held her face so she was shaking her head. The confidence and dominance radiated off of him like he was a raging fire spreading smoke up into the air, Y/N loved it and the way he held her face in one hand made her go crazy. 

James threw her knickers away too and she was left naked in front of her half-naked Quidditch nemesis. Who knew that this is where they would end up? Y/N moved her hand, getting the urge to make him feel good and she reached out towards his joggers, wanting to touch the bulge that had grown there but James grasped her hand before she could touch it and tutted again.

“I wanna make you feel as good as you made me.” She told him, words muffled by his hand squishing her cheeks but he understood her anyway by the way he smirked at her.

“You will make me feel good.” He released her cheeks and grabbed her hips instead, pulling her against him so her breasts pressed against his bare chest and she groaned slightly at the feeling. “By letting me fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Y/N moaned at the thought, trying to pull him down for a kiss but James pulled away which made her whine slightly. He chuckled at her noise as he began to walk them back against the wall and she shivered once her back pressed against the cold tiles and James towered over her with an aura of dominance. The rustling of his pants made her look down to where he was pushing both his joggers and his boxers down his legs before stepping out of them.

Y/N’s eyes trained to his erection and she licked her lips at the sight before looking up to James who smirked at the look in her eyes before wrapping his own hand around his dick and pumping it just to tease her because he said she couldn’t do it before. He let go of his dick, crouched and looped his arms underneath her thighs, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist like they had before as her weight was supported against the wall.

She moaned slightly as her pussy touched his bare body and he just smirked at her before pushing his hard dick into her with no prior prepping and enjoying the way her head tilted back against the wall with a large moan scraping at her throat. He went in slowly, watching her mouth fall agape further as one of her hands pressed against the wall behind her another grappled at his shoulder, with every inch that went in, the wider her mouth fell with the pleasurable pain he was delivering.

James bottomed out and held himself in there for a couple of seconds, kissing at her neck and sucking another mark whilst she got comfortable. His other one he had made stood out as a bright red blotch on the side of her neck and James kissed at that again, Y/N whimpering at the touch.

He began to pull out in a slow pace before taking his time pushing back in, he continued the slow pace as he let her get used to it. The feeling was remarkable and Y/N moaned softly as he slid in and out of her agonisingly slow.

“Faster.” She panted, her chest heaving and James stopped altogether, bringing her to whimper but then his mouth was against her ear again.

“As you wish.” He said, his raspy voice heavenly in her ears and she allowed herself to revel in it for a moment before her peace was interrupted by James’ hips slamming into her and causing a loud moan to pour out of her lips as he kept thrusting into her whilst she balanced herself against the wall.

His thrusts were relentless, in and out over and over. He spoke through gritted teeth whilst slamming and thrusting into Y/N. Moans were spilling from her lips with no mercy and her tits were bouncing up and down over and over as James   kept up his rough pace. He pulled out all the way and then slammed back in over and over and over again with praise and profanities spilling shamelessly from him. 

“Yeah, my good girl, fuck yeah.”

At his words, she let out moans which were met with groans from James as he thrusted in and out with his eyes on his girlfriends breasts which were bouncing for his view and Y/N attempted to bounce herself back on his dick with a screwed up face from the pleasure whilst her eyes tried to peak down at where James was thrusting into her but he reached back and pulled their hair so they were looking up at the ceiling of the changing rooms.

“James-” She cut herself off, their eyes rolling back in their head as James put a hand around her throat and laughed at their fucked out expression and went impossibly faster into her. The moan that she wanted to let out was blocked by his hand gripping her neck tightly, his fingers pressing into the skin whilst the sound of skin slapping echoed around the rooms.

“You like my hand around your pretty neck?” He grunted and she nodded, her hand on his shoulder going to touch his arms as a whimper made its way out and James laughed lowly. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes.” She choked out, moaning as James loosened his grip slightly when he felt his orgasm approaching. Y/N could feel her own, the coil slowly tightening in the pits of her stomach as her eyes rolled back again and James groaned louder. “James, fuck me.”

“Come on, baby.” He moaned, going faster and Y/N whimpered repetitively as his dick brushed against her g-spot and it prodded at the pressure point repeatedly. “Come on. Cum all over me, my good girl, cum on my dick.”

His words sent multiple shivers down her spine and finally, with motivation from James’ thrusts against her g-spot and his hand tightening on her neck again at the chase for his own release, Y/N let go and had her second orgasm all over James’ dick that was still pounding into her but starting to stutter in it’s rhythm. She clenched around him and it took a lot of self-control for James to pull out and let his own cum squirt up all over her torso.

Once both of their orgasms had mulled over, Y/N leaned her head forward and rested her forehead on James’ as they both panted and their chests went up and down in unison. James tilted his head so his lips could catch hers and Y/N responded softly, the kiss softer than their rough ones which had started the whole thing off.

“Thank god for Quidditch, huh?” Y/N muttered against his lips and he managed a chuckle, the two of them naked and sweaty but still laughing with each other after a failed match for one of them.