#yes you can be added as the croissant anon

[raz-writes-the-thing]

hi raz, hope you’re doing okay 😭 anyways I wanted to share a thought I had based on the ask about drunk headcanons: tennant’s doctor’s silly/flirtyness is amped up 200% when he’s drunk. like, he’s goofy and flirty all the time but it’s so much worse when he’s had a few. if time lords can even get drunk lmao

(also can i added as 🥐 anon? 🥰)

hi hi! im okay just very overworked atm rip

also- you will need to peel Ten off the furniture when he's drunk. He's just a sappy romantic who cries over how gorgeous the cells of a houseplant's leaves are. You pull him off the monstera and he's suddenly all the way in your face gasping over your eyes.

"Blimey- gorgeous eyes, you have. You know, I can tell you like me from the way your pupils di-*hic*-dilate."

"Of course, I like you, Doctor. We're dating."

"Oh, right. Forgot about that. Too busy looking into those great big pools of yours."

_

realistically though i dont think they can get drunk? but if they could, it would take,,, so many drinks. so, so many.

[yournameoneverypage]

Moon Over Miami

Anon request; Shawn Mendes x (y/n).

~3.1k

Warnings: Language.

~ * ~

You scowled at your overflowing carry on. You really didn’t want to bring something bigger, because that would mean baggage check and waiting at luggage carousels and that was just a headache waiting to happen.

Shawn was stretched across your bed on his back, tossing a tennis ball in the air and catching it again. “(Y/n), it’s Miami and we’re only going to be there for four days,” he chuckled. “You do not need to pack so many clothes.”

“Yes, I do. You’re a boy; you don’t understand.”

“First off, I am not a boy. I am a man, and a very attractive one at that.”

You rolled your eyes. Even if you wholeheartedly agreed, you were not going to stroke his ego.

“At the very least, lose most of the makeup. You’ll just sweat it off anyway. And you know I like you better without all that gunk on your face.”

“It doesn’t matter what you do or don’t like, now does it?” you snarked.

He sat up and leaned back against the pillows at the headboard. “I just meant that you’re already so pretty, naturally.”

Shawn was always finding little ways to compliment you and, secretly, you loved it, even if it made you blush, even if it was hard to believe some days.

“Fine.” You threw your hands up in the air in frustration. “You pack for me then.”

“Fine. I will.” He stood from the bed and poked your side. “So dramatic,” he teased, dancing his fingertips from ribcage to hip.

You gave him a small shove, and quickly moved out of tickling range (he knew where your most sensitive spots were). You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Don’t stick it out unless you intend to use it,” he smirked.

“Ha! You wish,” you giggled.

~ * ~

You and Shawn.

It was...confusing.

You had first met him five months ago and had become a regular fixture in his life over the past three. You were friends, good friends. Good friends who spent a ridiculous amount of time together. Good friends who flirted. A lot.

There were feelings, definitely on your side, growing stronger every day you spent together, and you were starting to believe there were deeper feelings on his side as well.

Other than outright pressing your lips to his, and you had never really been that forward with anyone, you weren’t sure what to do to tip the scales from friendship and flirtation to more.

You could simply tell him you were falling for him and that you wanted to take your relationship to the next level, but that scared you even more than the thought of kissing him.

~ * ~

Fifteen minutes later, Shawn stood smugly beside you. Your bag was packed neatly, and you were happy with everything he chose (not that you would admit that to him), which showed you he knew you better than you thought he did. There was even enough room left over for accessories.

It shouldn’t have surprised you; he was pretty adept at packing, having been on tour so often.

“Shut up,” you mumbled.

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“But you want to.”

Shawn laughed.

You only added two things, just to prove a point.

~ * ~

You may as well have been in Florida with only Brian and Connor for as often as Shawn had been around the first two days.

The trip had started out incredibly.

You took a redeye from LA to Miami. Shawn held your hand during takeoff and landing. It was your first time flying first class; you didn’t care that you slept through most of it.

Shawn had rented a 3-bedroom beachfront bungalow for the long weekend and had ordered a breakfast basket to be waiting for you when you got there. Everyone ate their fill of croissants and muffins and fresh fruit while you sipped your tea and coffee. Afterward you all agreed that a morning nap poolside sounded ideal.

Shawn claimed the double lounger for the two of you. You curled up beside him and he threw a light blanket over both his and your legs. You laid your head on his shoulder and were asleep within minutes.

When you opened your eyes again, after the best nap you may have ever had in your life thus far, Shawn was no longer beside you. You could see him just inside the back door, talking on his phone.

“Hey,” he announced, returning to the patio, after seeing that you, Brian, and Connor had all awoken. “I’m going to catch up with Camila. I’ll text you after lunch; see where you are.”

~ * ~

You didn’t see Shawn again that first day until you were making plans to spend the evening in South Beach for sunset drinks, dinner, and then a pub crawl for even more drinking.

The boys teased you for being such a lightweight. You were blissfully buzzed, which made it easier for you to let your inhibitions go. Shawn was more intoxicated than you were, which made it a lot easier for you to tug him onto the dance floor.

Flush against him while you moved together to the music, fingertips grazing bare skin, it was too easy to forget that you had been upset with him at all.

Spending all afternoon at the Bayside Market in the hot Miami sun, followed by a night of drinking and dancing into the very early hours of the morning had finally caught up with you. By the time you made it back to the bungalow, you were piggyback on Shawn, your sandals dangling from his fingers by the straps.

~ * ~

Day 2 began with three boys nursing hangovers much worse than yours. You did little things to annoy them, on purpose, which was, admittedly, not very nice of you. You knew they’d had enough when they decided to throw you in the pool. When Shawn reached out, laughing, to help you out, you pulled him in instead.

He chased you into one of the corners of the deep end, trapping you between the pool wall and his hard, wet chest, his arms on either side of you. You had to hold onto his biceps to keep yourself afloat, which, from the look in his eyes, was exactly how and where he wanted you.

Your heart was telling you to use this position to your advantage, finally tip those scales, and you might have if it had been the night before when you were a little drunk. Regretfully, you were sober and when you were sober you tended to overthink things. Now that you were sober, he was too close.

You ducked underwater, under his arm, and quickly pulled yourself out of the pool.

~ * ~

Once you were dry and dressed, you dragged Shawn, Connor, and Brian to Wynwood to go on a golf cart tour of the Walls. They had all been to Miami before, more than once, so they had put you in charge of the itinerary.

From Wynwood you made your way to Little Havana.

After a string of late afternoon texts from Camila, Shawn asked if she could join the four of you for dinner. He wanted you to meet her.

They tried their best to be inclusive throughout dinner, and Camila was certainly nice enough, but still you felt like the fifth wheel, the spare, most of the time.

After dinner, Shawn and Camila wandered off together. When it became clear that Shawn wouldn’t be returning to the house with the rest of you, your heart sank. You stewed in your hurt until it became anger.

You understood that Camila was one of Shawn’s best friends, and he hadn’t seen her for a while. You could forgive him for the day before, but this was supposed to be your trip. You, Brian, Connor, and Shawn. D'Artagnan and the Three Musketeers. If all Shawn had wanted to do was hang out with Camila, why had he bothered to invite you at all? You held no grudge against or felt any ill will toward Camila. It wasn’t her fault that Shawn was being a clueless dick.

~ * ~

You were laying on your side, looking out the window of which you forgot to close the blinds. The moon reflected off the still water of the pool that you could see from your room.

You heard the quietest clearing of someone’s throat. You rolled over to see Shawn leaning against the frame of the doorway, bare chested, in soft gray pajama bottoms.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked softly. You couldn’t sleep either, even though you were exhausted.

You really didn’t want to spend the remainder of your time in Miami being angry with him. There were still two days left. You patted the mattress on the empty side of your bed. That was all the invitation he needed.

Shawn crawled into bed beside you, tugged on the open collar of the other half of his pajamas, and chuckled, “Thief.”

“It’s so soft, and it smells like you,” you whispered.

Shawn laid his head on your stomach and you instinctively started to run your fingers through his hair, tugging gently on his curls. You heard him sigh deeply, contentedly, and the next thing you remembered was waking up to the bright morning sun.

~ * ~

You smiled and stretched languidly. Shawn must have made his way back to his own room during the night sometime. You didn’t hear anyone else up and about yet. You decided to surprise the boys by making breakfast.

Brian and Connor stumbled into the kitchen, following the smell of sizzling bacon and strong coffee.

“Is Shawn still sleeping?” you asked.

Connor and Brian exchanged a look. Connor cleared his throat and said, “Shawn isn’t here.”

You didn’t even have to ask where he had gone. Returning to your room you retrieved your phone on the nightstand. You hadn’t bothered to check it when you woke up.

There was a group text from Shawn that read:

Grabbing a workout and then a quick breakfast with Camila. Be back soon.

Brian and Connor were nearly finished eating when Shawn returned, oblivious to what he was walking into. He grabbed a few slices of bacon and sat down to join them at the kitchen island.

“Where’s (y/n)?”

Brian and Connor shook their heads at him. “You can be such a prick sometimes,” Brian said. Both he and Connor then stood and left the room.

Confused, Shawn glanced around and suddenly it all made sense. “Shit,” he said to himself, under his breath.

~ * ~

Shawn stood in your bedroom doorway like he had the night before.

“I’m sorry, (y/n).”

You refused to acknowledge him.

“I didn’t know you were going to make breakfast or I would have been back sooner.”

You wanted to bite at him that he shouldn’t have been gone at all.

You had just pulled on your swimsuit cover up when you turned to him. His eyes snapped from your ass to your eyes. You slipped on your sunglasses, grabbed your beach bag, and said, “Brian, Connor, and I will be on the beach, if you decide you want to join us.” You pushed past him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he replied.

~ * ~

You purposely chose to wear the smallest, sexiest bikini you had with you. It wasn’t one you yourself would have packed but since Shawn had been the one to pack your carry on he must have wanted to see you in it. The day you bought it was a day when you were feeling particularly confident in your body.

By the time Shawn made it down to the beach, he found you in conversation with two young men who weren’t Brian or Connor. You had removed your cover up and stood before them in your tiny white string bikini.

You were laughing at something one of them was saying. Shawn saw you reach out and briefly place your hand on his forearm.

Shawn was unprepared for the surge of violent irritation that nearly overtook him.

He saw you notice him. He bristled when you leaned in and said something in the other man's ear. He watched as you slid the temple tip of your sunglasses between your teeth. He saw you put your hand on your waist and slightly arch your back. He watched as you touched the small pendant of the necklace you were wearing and drew it away from the skin between your breasts.

Shawn hated the way the two men were looking at you. His stomach churned; his muscles tensed; his heart felt too tight in his chest. He couldn't take anymore.

Sidling up beside you, he wrapped his large hand around the nape of your neck, gently yet possessively.

“Oh, hi Shawn,” you said casually, shrugging out of his grip. “Meet my new friends, Chase and Evan.” You smiled at them, fluttering your eyelashes and biting softly on your lower lip.

“Boyfriend?” Chase asked.

“Oh no, Shawn and I are just friends.” You eased closer to Evan and reached out, meaning to touch the bracelet he was wearing, but before you could, Shawn grabbed your wrist.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he gritted through a fake smile, pulling you away.

“Let go of me,” you snapped. He did, immediately. He never had nor would he ever do anything to physically hurt you.

Brian and Connor, having seen more than enough, hurried toward you. They made you and Shawn take a step back.

“What the hell is going on?” Connor exclaimed.

“(Y/n) is being childish,” Shawn growled.

Maybe you were, but you were upset, goddamn it. “Me?! Look who’s talking! You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend! You have no claim on me!”

“You’re both being childish!” bit Brian. “And you’re starting to cause a scene. Get over yourselves and fucking talk like adults. If you can’t, walk away,” he admonished.

Shawn ran a hand through his hair and tugged frustratingly on his curls before storming off.

Brian gestured for Connor to stay with you and he followed after Shawn.

“Why did you have to antagonize him?” Connor questioned.

You glared at him. “This is not my fault. Of course you’re on his side.”

“I am on no one’s side. You’re both at fault, and you fucking know it. Yeah, he’s kind of been an asshole, but you didn’t have to flirt with those guys so brazenly right in front of him.” Connor’s voice softened. “You know how he feels about you, (y/n). You should apologize.”

You were thoroughly abashed but still feeling stubborn. You turned on Connor and said, “I will when he does.”

You put your cover up back on, slipped into your sandals, and grabbed your clutch which held your wallet, your eReader, and your phone. You trusted Connor to bring everything else back to the bungalow for you.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“For a walk. I need to be alone.”

~ * ~

The sun was going down when you returned to the house.

When you walked in the door, Shawn, who had been sitting on the edge of the ottoman, stood, and approached you cautiously. He rubbed the back of his neck. “You were starting to worry us,” he said softly.

“I’m sorry. I needed some time to cool off and to think.”

“I’m just glad you’re safe.” His relief was palpable. He stepped even closer to you. “I’m sorry. For how I acted and what I said on the beach. It’s inexcusable.”

“I am, too. I should never have purposely tried to upset you.” You unconsciously reached out and ran your fingertips along the V of Shawn’s t-shirt. “That was the first time we’ve ever fought... I didn’t like it.”

He covered your hand with his, flattening your palm against his heart, which you could feel was beating quite quickly. “Come and have dinner. It’s time to stop thinking and start talking.”

He smirked and began walking backward, hand still over yours.

It was that smirk that set your heart thumping. You followed, curiously, anxiously.

On the back patio was a romantic table set for two, surrounded by tea lights and lit candles.

“Shawn? What’s going on?” you asked, breathlessly.

He crossed to the table and pulled one of the chairs out for you. “Sit, Love. Eat.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“What?” He felt as if his heart might break.

“Too many butterflies.” You softly bit your bottom lip.

“Oh,” he breathed.

“Can we talk first?”

“Of course.”

You walked over to and sat down on the outdoor sectional.

Shawn dropped down beside you with a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I’ve been, well, an asshole seems to be the overall consensus. I shouldn’t have ditched you to spend so much time with Camila.”

“I know you’re close,” you said, “and I know it had been awhile since you’d seen her. I tried to be understanding.”

“No,” he interrupted, “this is on me. This was supposed to be our trip. You, Brian, Connor, and me.”

“D'Artagnan and the Three Musketeers,” you said in unison and you both laughed.

Shawn leaned closer you. “Do you want to know the truth?” he asked, as if it was the greatest secret he held, which, to him, it was. “She was talking me through my feelings for you.” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “She made it very clear to me that I was ‘estúpido’ for spending time with her instead of the person I should be, for talking through my feelings with her instead of with the one I really needed to talk with.”

“You have feelings for me?” you breathed, feeling your entire body flush, not just your cheeks.

Shawn laughed softly and took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. “It’s not obvious? I was jealous of those other guys because I want to be the boyfriend. I want the right to call you mine... I’m falling in love with you, (y/n). Which is insane since we haven’t even kissed yet. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to; every time I see you I want to kiss you.”

Without warning, you pressed your lips to his. It took him not even a moment to respond, pulling you onto his lap and cupping your face. Kissing Shawn was even better than you had ever imagined it would be.

When finally you eased away from him, breathless, you confessed, “I’m falling in love with you too, Shawn. I want you to be mine. I want to be only yours.”

“Does that mean I can kiss you whenever I want to?” he whispered, grinning happily.

“Over and over and over again,” you breathed.

His lips once more met yours. Your hands encircled the nape of his neck. Tender and unhurried turned deep and delicious.

Your lips left his with an audible ‘aʘa’ and you giggled. “Can we eat now? I’m starving.”

Shawn’s answering laugh, rich and lightsome, was everything.

~ * ~

@mendesblurb @benito-mi-vida

[shadyteacup]

Hey could you write a fluff with ranpo and kunnikida

I love you!!!

~⚔anon

Hi there ⚔anon! Welcome to our family!

I am posting the Kunikida fluff rn.. I'm still working on Ranpo's fic, but I'll reblog this post and add Ranpo's fic when I'm done, or I'll add the link on this post!

Till then, enjoy!

Overworked and In Love

You were working your ass off this past week. You were so exhausted, you could have collapsed right on top of your messy desk. But you knew you had to keep at it, otherwise the ada's mom would kick your ass. Sighing, you took a break to massage the area between your brows, giving yourself a minute to relax.

Kunikida was done for the day, and was taking a walk around the office to see who was actually working, and who was slacking off. Obviously, Dazai had managed to sneak out without completing his stack of paperwork. He might probably pop a vein because of his colleague's shenanigans, one of these days.

He was passing by your office, only to find the door slightly ajar. Peeking in, he spotted an overworked and tired colleague of his, who was actually doing work. He felt a pang in his chest, admiring how you never once complained about the excess work, and how you were determined to finish it.

He observed how cute you looked, even though your hair was messy, and your eyes had bags under them. He thought it all added to your natural beauty. But he also knew that it wasn't healthy for you to stay cooped up in the office for hours on end. He had to do something for you.

He strode over to the coffee machine, thinking about handing you a cup. But the machine in the ada's office serves the most bland coffee in the world. So he decided to head downstairs and grab a cup from the Cafe.

He knew your favourite drink, and just how you liked it. He ordered for that, and paid. Now, he was seated on one of the stools, waiting for the order to be handed to him. He spotted the glass compartment containing snacks. He knew that you liked pastries. But which flavour did you particularly enjoy? Was it chocolate, blueberry or vanilla? Or maybe it was orange tea cake? No, he knew that you preferred having tea cakes with hot chocolate. You had a habit of eating your sponge cakes with a fork, and partially dipping the fork in your hot chocolate to get a mix of both flavors. Which means that you would prefer to have it slowly, and would prefer a ceramic mug instead of a to-go paper cup.

Maybe he should get you something savory, too. Maybe a croissant? Or a sandwich? Or do you prefer burgers? Maybe he should also get you some sides, like fries. But what if you like wedges more than fries? He was so confused and torn at the moment, that the waitress was concerned. She tried calling out to him, telling him that his order was ready, but he just sat there, unmoving, with a frown on his face and a death glare set on the items displayed in the glass.

"Kunikida san? You're order is here!"

The waitress shouted, finally catching his attention.

"I'd like to order everything in this compartment!"

...

You were finally done for the day. It seemed to take five hours, but was actually done in half an hour. You were so relieved now. You were getting ready to pack up, when you noticed a mop of platinum blonde hair peek into your office.

"Anything you wanted, Atsushi-kun?"

He jumped slightly, unaware of being noticed.

"Y-yes, actually."

He began.

"Have you seen Kunikida-san? I think he left the office some time ago, but forgot to carry his bag with him."

You frowned. Kunikida never forgot his belongings. Well, maybe he was tired too

"Oh. No, I haven't any idea of where he might be. But I could carry his bag and drop it off at his place! Can you get it for me?"

"Sure! Thank you, Y/N-san!"

You carried your bag on one shoulder, and Kunikida's on the other. You were slightly sad that he had left without you. Walking back to your dorm with Kunikida had become a daily activity; one that you looked forward to. Talking to him seemed to ease your mind. You felt at peace with him. It was obviously more than just that; you had developed a liking to the blonde. But he was always professional with you, so you respected his boundaries and never brought it up.

As you were descending the stairs, you almost bumped into someone.

"Oops!"

"Watch where you're going!"

"Kunikida?"

There he stood, multiple bags in hand.

"L/N San! I was just coming over to you!"

"Oh, I thought that you had left. And it's Y/N. Please, we're of the same age!"

Kunikida blushed at the thought of calling you by your first name, but masked it off with a cough.

"Right... Y/N san.."

You huffed at the honorific, but decided to let it be for the time being.

"You were about to visit me?"

"Oh! Yes. I brought you some food. You were working so hard, I decided that you deserved a break. Here you are."

He said, pushing the bags towards you.

"That's really sweet of you! But it was unnecessary, really. I hope you added the cost to my tab?"

"No, I paid."

"Why? I'll pay you back. You really shouldn't have. Just tell me the cost, and I'll pay you back."

"No! It's my treat! Really, Y/N san!"

"Isn't it against your ideals to do non work related things for your colleagues?"

"It is. But you're not just a colleague, you're also a friend!"

You blinked.

"I am?"

"Only if you think so too! I'm not trying to force anything! If you're uncomfortable with this, then we're not friends! I don't want to make you feel-"

You giggled.

"Well, I'm glad we're friends, Kunikida kun"

You placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down.

Dazai had told you a long time ago that Kunikida had feelings for you. You never took it seriously, thinking that he was just trying to embarras his partner. But now, noticing the blush on the bespectacled man's face, you were sure that he liked you too.

Taking a chance, you smiled and said,

"So, you're place or mine?"

He froze.

"W-what??!"

"Well, this is way too much food for me alone. How about we go to my place. You can help me finish it!"

He flushed at the thought of going to your house.

You now knew that he definitely liked you.

So you leaned ahead and caught his lips in yours.

He responded after a few seconds, kissing you back.

Pulling back, he looked at you wide eyed.

"Y/N SAN?!"

"It's Y/N for you. Or maybe darling. Whatever you prefer."

[4haechie]

spell it out

➵ request: can i request for a (light-ish) angst w/happy ending (or like fluff but w/ jealousy idk does that make sense?? for 6 + 1 + 17? thank you so much!!! -💙

➵ lee donghyuck x reader | fluff, comedy (?), hogwarts au, enemies to lovers au | 2,773 words | “you’re the single most annoying person i’ve ever met.”

➵ warnings: swearing (shouldn’t even be a warning anymore. i curse like a sailor)

➵ a/n: ur the sweetest little bean, 💙 anon! i hope u like this <3 also, this is written in donghyuck’s pov :D

want to request? check this post out!

“i don’t know what’s so great about him, anyway. like, okay, he’s taller than me. maybe even a little stronger and buffer? but he doesn’t know the first thing about y/n.”

renjun groans for the nth time during lunch. “donghyuck, my dude, let it go. it’s not like they’re dating.” he butters his croissant before adding, “and it’s not like you two are dating either,” with a not-so-subtle wiggle of his eyebrows.

donghyuck glares daggers at his best friend. “shut up, huang!” then, he goes back to sulking.

it’s been like this for a few weeks now, ever since you became all buddy-buddy with one of the students from the visiting school. donghyuck is not jealous, don’t get him wrong. he’s angry because he’s your one and only enemy. but here you are, competing in all sorts of lame contests with the new guy when that’s something you and donghyuck do–or did.

he watches from the other side of the slytherin table as you and the new guy compete to see who could fit the most number of marshmallows in their mouths. donghyuck rolls his eyes, “losers.”

renjun’s ears perk up, “if you’re so pissed, then maybe do something about it? do you know how annoying it is to watch you complain loudly?”

“do you know how annoying it is to watch someone steal your enemy away from you?”

“yeah, i was pretty mad at y/n for stealing you away from me when we were twelve.”

“exactly my point!”

renjun flicks his friend’s forehead and gets up to leave for the next lesson. “c’mon, loverboy, it’s potions time.”

/

donghyuck reads the instructions, once, twice, three times, before tossing the necessary ingredients into the cauldron. today, the wizards are required to make any potion of their choice, test to see if it works, as well as say why they chose it.

donghyuck chooses to make liquid luck, just because he’s made it before and is confident in brewing it. he stirs the mixture in the cauldron, making sure it’s perfect, before scooping some up and pouring it into a flask. he labels it with his name and house, and raises his hand.

“yes, mr lee?” the professor says.

“i’m done with my potion, sir,” he says a little smugly and glances at you, at the front of the class. you’re already looking at him when you mouth ‘fuck you’.

he smirks; bet you don’t do that with your new “friend”, do you?

“may i know what you have brewed over there, mr lee?”

“of course, sir. i made felix felicis,” donghyuck announces proudly.

“wonderful! now, test it out to see if it works,” the professor says.

“um, sir, i can’t exactly–” donghyuck protests.

“oh, that’s right...its effects won’t be seen immediately. but i know you’ve probably done a good job since you’re not new to felix felicis. tell me why you’ve chosen it, mr lee.” the professor tugs on the string of his reading glasses hanging around his neck.

“oh, yeah, of course. um, i just have the most confidence in making it. i’m not new to it like you said.” donghyuck says.

the professor sighs. “very well. who else is done?”

“i am!” you beam, with a hand raised.

donghyuck watches keenly as you finish stirring the liquid in your cauldron.

“what have you made, y/n?” the professor inquires.

“amortentia.”

the class goes pin-drop silent. no one ever brews the love potion unless they want to confess to their loved one or check to see who loves them. why did you decide to make amortentia? donghyuck prays to all the gods out there that you didn’t make it for the new guy. donghyuck has known you since you were both twelve–he knows pretty much every single thing about you (the new guy doesn’t, but that’s irrelevant), but he has no clue why you chose to brew amortentia. he definitely can’t ask you right now. he figures you’ll tell the professor some lame excuse, and he’ll have to find out by asking you while everyone’s distracted.

“i beg your pardon?”

“amortentia, sir. the strongest love potion in existence,” you say confidently. donghyuck now, for sure, knows you’re up to something.

“i’m not going to ask you to consume it, as that would simply be too risky. why have you made amortentia, young wizard?” the professor walks over to you and takes a look at your potion. he seems to be satisfied by its appearance and aroma.

“i’ve never made it before, so i wanted to give it a shot. i added all the necessary ingredients and stirred it the right amount of times. i think i did well, professor.” you insist.

the professor nods and goes over to examine the other students’ potions.

donghyuck gets up, brushes his hands over his robes and walks towards where you’re seated. he gives the new guy, who’s sitting right beside you, a look of pure loathing, but gives you a slight upturn of the lips. “hey, y/n.”

you give him one look and start writing your report. the class is noisy and the professor isn’t paying donghyuck any attention. “why did you make amortentia–really?” he bends down a little so that he’s eye level with you.

you glance at him again, “why do you care?”

donghyuck rolls his eyes, “y/n, i want to know.”

you exhale. “because i needed to know something.”

“know what?”

you push your chair out and stand up to face donghyuck. you’re nose-to-nose now, and donghyuck has a perfect view of all your features. not that he cares. he also catches the scent of your sweet-smelling lip balm–again, not that he cares.

“donghyuck, what do you smell?”

“what kind of a question is that?”

you clench your fists and huff out a breath. “you’re the single most annoying person i’ve ever met,” you say as if that clears up everything.

the professor, upon ensuring every wizard performed well in potions, dismisses all of them back to their respective common rooms. even though donghyuck leaves you alone after that, why can he still smell the sweet, annoying scent of your lip balm all the way here, in his room?

/

“i’m going crazy, man.”

renjun shoves his friend away from his desk. the moon shines brightly outside their dorm room’s window, the sky is a navy blue colour, and renjun is busy working on an assignment for defence against the dark arts. but of course, donghyuck isn’t going to let him without ranting about you first.

renjun takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, counts to ten, and spins his chair to face donghyuck, who’s sat on the edge of his own bed now. “i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say this is about y/n.” donghyuck nods sadly and renjun almost feels sorry for the guy. “is this about what happened in potions earlier? look, you know y/n’s obsessed with that lip balm. maybe it’s really strong-scented? you don’t have any proof that it’s because of the amortentia.”

donghyuck groans at the sound of the cursed potion. he didn’t even ingest it, but just standing next to it was enough to fill his stomach up for a lifetime.

“i guess you’re right. y/n always wears that lip balm, but it was super strong today,” donghyuck falls on his bed, closing his eyes as if in deep thought. he gets up suddenly, “wait! if y/n made amortentia to check something...” he trails off, lost in thought. donghyuck groans again and paces around the room.

“donghyuck, do you really hate y/n?” renjun asks.

donghyuck doesn’t have the courage to answer. he simply sighs and crawls into bed, tucking himself under the covers. he falls asleep watching the shimmering moon that night.

/

“today, you’ll be learning the disarming spell! it’s very commonly used in battle, so it’s a useful skill, nonetheless,” the defence against the dark arts professor says, walking on the small runway situated between the two rows of students. “the spell might seem simple, but you have to concentrate. you have to focus on your opponent’s weapon only. it’s very easy to get distracted while trying to disarm the other, so focus, and you shall be victorious.”

donghyuck glances across the runway and his eyes find yours in the crowd. you raise an eyebrow and point at him with your index finger, before retracting the same hand and jutting the thumb out, dragging it across your neck threateningly. donghyuck scoffs.

“now, watch closely, students. huang renjun, come up here. he’ll be my example.” the professor beams at renjun and pulls out her wand, renjun following suit. he stands his guard as the professor chants, “expelliarmus.” she points her wand at renjun’s and it goes flying out of his hand. renjun lets out an airy laugh, and upon receiving an okay sign from the professor, he collects his fallen wand and goes back to his place in the crowd.

“ten points to slytherin! oh, and you’re going to work in partners.” the professor says, smiling brightly as if this is a party and not a magical defence class. “you may challenge someone to a duel or–!”

“i challenge lee donghyuck to a duel!” you shout, your voice echoing in the defeaning silence that follows your sentence.

donghyuck winces, but manages to regather himself and nod at you. “bring it on, y/l/n.”

you chuckle and gesture at him to join you on the runway. the professor steps down as donghyuck climbs up. you stand a few feet in front of him, in position, wand raised. donghyuck doesn’t even have time to blink before you cast the spell. “expelliarmus!” you chant without hesitating, and his wand gets knocked out of his hands, clattering against the floor of the runway. you smirk and blow air at the tip of your wand.

donghyuck looks at you sheepishly before grabbing his wand and heading straight to renjun. his eyes drift to where you’re standing again, but this time they see the new guy closer to you than ever. he’s saying something, whispering something in your ear, and you’re laughing. laughing because of what he said. donghyuck grinds his teeth and glares at the floor.

“what the fuck was that?” his friend shoves him.

donghyuck groans, “i don’t know!”

/

later that day, donghyuck runs into you at the common room.

“oh, hey, y/n.” donghyuck glances around the room. no new guy in sight. that’s odd since you've been joined at the hip with him ever since he arrived. you guys must’ve been surgically separated, huh.

“he’s not here. he’s leaving tomorrow night, so he wanted to check the school out. you know, explore and stuff.” you say, making him widen his eyes in surprise.

“who?”

“don’t play dumb, lee. i know you don’t like the new guy.”

he feigns a look of hurt and clasps a hand over his mouth in a silent gasp, “why would i ever hate that guy?”

you roll your eyes and walk to lean against the back of the leather couch. “i don’t know? but i’ve seen the way you look at him. it’s okay, by the way. i don’t care. he’s nice, but he’s...not my type.”

he takes a few steps and stands in front of you. “then who’s your type?”

you look into his eyes as if trying to communicate through them. “donghyuck,” you pause, and for a second he thinks that’s your answer, but you continue speaking. “what did you smell? when i made amortentia?”

donghyuck gulps, “i–uh, peach lip balm.”

the corner of your mouth lifts to a smirk. “do you know anybody who wears peach lip balm?” you inch closer, decreasing the proximity between the two of you to mere centimetres. donghyuck’s eyes momentarily flicker to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“i–!”

“what are you two doing up so late?” renjun enters the scene with an amused expression on his face. he looks at you two like one watches a tennis match, and his lips are drawn to a smug upturn. “what’s going on here?”

when you don’t answer, donghyuck clears his throat, “we were just talking about–uh, what we learnt today.”

renjun doesn’t look impressed. “right, and i was discussing strategies on how to become headmaster with mark at the library. no, seriously, it’s almost midnight and it’s just the two of you here.”

donghyuck glares at the boy, “fuck off, renjun!”

renjun throws his hands up defensively, “alright, alright. but hurry up, okay? i need your help with the potions assignment.” he’s about to leave when you call out his name.

“renjun, what were you doing here so late?”

he whips his head around, “well, i was at the library with mark. but we weren’t discussing strategies on how to become headmaster. we were just looking at some ancient spell books,” he says, and walks away to his dorm.

you cross your arms over your chest. “so, where were we?”

donghyuck presses his lips together for a second. “i asked you who your type was?”

“nice try, lee. but, seriously, do you know anyone who wears peach lip balm?”

donghyuck clenches his fists. “y/n, fucking hell. you! you wear that stupid peach lip balm. you made that stupid amortentia and i smelled your stupid peach lip balm. you probably smelled whatever cheap cologne the new guy wears, anyway. so why does it matter?” donghyuck heaves a sigh and is about to back away from you when you tug on his sweater.

“wait.”

donghyuck glances at you, “what?”

“i, um, didn’t smell anything that’s to do with the new guy.” you tug on your lower lip, unsure of how to put your thoughts into coherent words, but donghyuck focuses on the fact that you’re calling the new guy “new guy” instead of his name.

“then?”

you’re tongue-tied, but you manage to sputter out a few words. “i smelled lavender-scented fabric softeners and chocolate.” you look up at him through your eyelashes.

his heart stops beating. his brain melts into a puddle of goo. his organs stop working, his nerve endings go haywire. he’s frozen, a block of ice. he’s not even able to comprehend your words. you...smelled...him?

donghyuck’s favourite fabric softener is scented with lavender and his favourite food is anything chocolate. he makes sure to use the fabric softener for his uniforms, sweaters, pants–pretty much all his clothes. and he’s pretty much always munching on those blasted chocolate frogs whilst trying to collect all the best cards.

“y/n...” he says. that’s all; just your name.

you remove your hand from his sleeve and use it to push your hair back. “yeah,” you whisper. “it’s getting late. i better get to bed,” you step away from him.

“no, wait!”

you turn back around, eyebrow raised.

“what does this mean for us?”

you exhale, “it means whatever you want it to mean. you smelled my peach lip balm. i smelled your fabric softener. it’s a lot for me to take in. but that’s amortentia, i guess. tells you what you’re really feeling, without even saying anything.”

“y/n, i want it to mean this. i want it to mean that we can be together. we don’t have to be enemies any more. i...i like you, y/n. and seeing you with that guy, all happy and having fun–it made me,” donghyuck closes his eyes, “jealous. i’ll admit it, but if that’s who you wanna be with, then i can’t decide–!”

“you idiot! you absolute loser!” you exclaim, taking angry steps and landing in front of donghyuck. you push him back, causing his lower back to crash against the back of the sofa. “you’re so fucking annoying.”

“gee, uh, thanks...”

“shut up! god, do i have to spell it out for you? fine!”

donghyuck’s in a pure state of shock when he feels your soft lips on his, slowly kissing him, while also trying to knock some sense into him. he doesn’t waste any more time; he kisses you back just as slowly and carefully. he smiles when the familiar peach scent embraces him. you pull away first, but your angry demeanour seems to have washed away.

“thanks for spelling it out for me,” donghyuck circles his arms around your waist.

you reach to loop your hands around his neck and smile. “you’re most welcome, lee.”

/

(donghyuck’s hand never leaves yours the entire way to quidditch practice.

“what the fuck are you guys doing?” renjun gawks at your interlocked fingers.

“what does it look like we’re doing?” you ask, tip-toeing to press a kiss against donghyuck’s cheek.

“i could’ve gone my entire life without seeing that.”)

[theladyofdeath]

A Rainy Day in October {Elriel}

31 Days of Halloween: Day 7.

All installments co-written with @snelbz​

Based on a prompt sent in by anon: “ Hi ! For your Fall prompts, can i request an elriel where they are stuck at one’s appartement because of a very rainy autumn day ... and like, you know , maybe there is only one bed or something 😆 - anon “

Autumn/Halloween 2020 {Collection}

The rain was pouring, soaking Azriel’s hoodie as he ran from his car to the landing of the apartment complex. He tried to shake off as much water as possible as he hurried up the stairs, wondering how much the items in the large paper bag he carried remained dry. 

He had called Elain that morning, after he’d gotten the call saying that work was cancelled for the day. They were expected to start paving a back road just outside of the city, but paving in the rain was a nonexistent talent.

Which meant he got to spend the day with his girlfriend. 

He’d stopped on his way and had picked up a bottle of premade mimosa, some chicken, bacon, and cheese croissants from the deli, and a giant bag of caramel corn.

Elain’s favorite.

He knocked on the door just after ten, and waited for her to answer.

When she did, he didn’t expect her to still be in her pajamas.

He chuckled and asked, “Not getting dressed today?”

“Nope,” she said, popping her lips on the P noise. “We’re having a lazy day.”

“A lazy day, huh?” He asked, walking in and setting the bags on the floor. He immediately tugged the hoodie off, only to find that his t-shirt beneath was soaked, too. “Could that lazy day include putting my clothes in the dryer?”

Elain shook her head as she laughed quietly. “Yes, and I’ll get the sweats and t-shirt I wore home the other morning.”

The reminder of what had taken place between them only a few nights before had Elain’s cheeks heating and Azriel smirked. “Okay.”

He headed towards her laundry room and tossed his clothes in the dryer. He was unbuttoning his jeans when Elain appeared with a bundle of clothes in her arms.

“I can’t believe you made it to your door in those,” he said, nodding to the bundle in her arms as he yanked off his jeans and tossed them into the dryer before pressing start. “They swallow you.”

“Yes,” she agreed, “they do, which is why I love them.”

“That’s the only reason you love them?” he asked, amused, as he pulled the sweatpants up over his briefs.

“That,” she said, slowly, “and because they smell like you.”

“Smell like me?” he repeated, pulling his shirt over his wet hair. “Hopefully I smell good.” 

“Delicious,” she promised, and then he was charging at her, lifting her up, and tossing her over his shoulder. She laughed, bracing her open palms on his lower back. 

He carried her back to the living room, where Elain had already lit candles and taken out every single blanket she had ever bought and put them on her couch. 

“Lazy day, huh?” Azriel asked, and he dropped Elain down on the couch. 

She bounced a few times on the cushions before coming to a still. Her grin was still wide when she said, “Yes. It’s cold, it’s raining, we both have the day off, and I’m ready to eat junk food, get drunk, and watch ridiculous Halloween movies.” 

Azriel shook his head, slowly. “I knew there was a reason why I loved you.”

That was new for them, saying  I love you, and every time Azriel did, it made him feel completely and utterly alive. 

Elain’s smile softened. “One of the many reasons, I hope.”

Azriel smirked. “It’s a long list, I promise.”

He padded back over to the door and got the paper bag before bringing it back to the couch.

Elain was elated by his choice in snacks and she popped the cork off of the mimosas, drinking it straight from the bottle. They were snuggled up on the couch watching the Nightmare Before Christmas when Azriel said, “So I have a question.”

“Shoot,” she said, popping a piece of caramel corn into her mouth.

He waited for a second then said, “How would you feel about...moving in together?”

Elain froze and Azriel quickly added, “I know it’s only been a few months.”

Elain didn’t say anything, just stared at the caramel corn that stayed a few inches from her mouth, frozen in midair. 

“Please say something,” he said, quietly.

“I just… I wasn’t expecting that,” she said, laughing, softly.

“No, I know, I just…” He started rubbing the back of his neck, a usual sign that Azriel was panicking inside. “We’ve been best friends for ten years, Lainy. I’m in love with you. I have always been in love with you, since the ninth grade. I just...we’re with each other every day, anyway, you know? And, you’ve been sleeping at my place, and I’ve been sleeping here, and doesn’t it just make sense?” 

“You want to move in with me...because it makes sense?” she asked, lifting a brow.

“No,” he said, quickly. “I want to move in with you because you’re the last thing I want to see before I go to sleep and the first thing I want to see when I wake up.”

Elain’s eyes softened as she leaned back into him. “We’ll see.”

“We’ll see?” he asked, chuckling. “See on what?” 

“We know a lot about each other, Az, but we’ve never lived together,” she said, simply, taking another chug from the mimosa bottle. “I have to know what you’re going to be like to live with before I live with you.”

He knew that little smile on her lips.

She was playing with him, teasing him.

“And is there something that might be a dealbreaker that I need to know about?”

Elain pretended to think long and hard about it, which resulted in Azriel poking her in the side. She giggled, pulling one of her many blankets up over her body, and halfway over Azriel. “Leaving the toilet seat up.”

Azriel huffed a laugh. “Leaving the toilet seat up?”

“Leaving the toilet seat up,” she confirmed, nodding. “What if I had to go in the middle of the night? I mean, I wouldn’t turn the light on, because turning the light on in the middle of the night is torture. And, if you left the seat up, I’d sit down, and fall into the toilet, then I’ll be tired and mad and, disgustingly enough, probably wet from toilet water. So. Yes. Leaving the toilet seat up is a dealbreaker.” 

“Hmmm,” Azriel began, his arms around her tightening. “Alright. I guess I could follow that rule. Anything else?”

Elain sighed, tapping her chin as she thought. “Flowers. I like to be brought flowers from time to time, even in the fall and the winter. I like to have them in a vase on the table, year round.” 

Azriel tried to control his spreading grin. “Alright, I can do that.”

“Are you remembering all of this?” she asked.

“Yes,” he promised. “Anything else?” 

She looked up at him. “You have to promise to always kiss me goodnight.” 

“Always?”

“Always.”

“Every night?”

“Every single one.”

“And if I don’t?” he asked, unable to stop that spreading grin. 

Elain shrugged, pressing her lips together, trying to look serious and so miserably failing. “I’m kicking you out.”

“Well then I guess I’ll have to make sure I remember to do that,” he paused, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Every.” Kiss. “Single.” Kiss. “Night.”

The kiss lasted longer this time. But when Elain pulled back, her brown eyes were sparkling. “If you can agree to those terms, I guess we can move in together.”

He smirked. “Who’s apartment will we live in?”

“Oh, this one,” she said, without any hesitation. “No doubt.”

Azriel snorted. “I was hoping you’d say that.” 

It was true that his studio apartment didn’t have much room, even though he did love the aesthetic of it. Elain’s was practical. She had her bedroom - their bedroom - and then her spare room, along with a nice, big bathroom and a kitchen that had a giant island in the middle of it.

Not to mention the massive living room and outside balcony. 

His studio apartment was about as big as Elain’s kitchen, alone. 

“How about a pet? Are we getting a pet, if I move in?” Azriel asked. 

“A pet?” Elain hummed. “Maybe a cat. I like cats. You like cats.” 

“I do like cats,” Azriel agreed. “I wouldn’t mind a little black kitten.”

“An all black cat?” Elain asked. “They say they’re bad luck, you know.”

“They’re spooky, I like spooky,” Azriel argued, lightly. 

“Spooky,” Elain mused, trailing her fingers up and down his jaw. “I guess I can do spooky, if it means I get my flowers.”

“I’ll always get you flowers. And I’ll cook you dinner when you’ve had a long day.” He caught her hand and pressed kisses to her fingertips. “We can go on those god awful early morning hikes you love so much.”

“I love early morning hikes,” she muttered.

“I know,” he said, kissing her, softly. “And I’ll gladly go with you.” Even though he loathed the mornings.

“What else?” She breathed. 

“I’ll rub your back after work,” he promised. “And, I’ll clean, and do the laundry. I’m very good at folding clothes.”

Elain laughed, breathily. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” Azriel whispered. “I’ll also bring the mail in every day and make sure the toilet paper and shampoo are always stocked.”

Elain grinned, kissing him, yet again. “Gods, you’re the perfect roommate.”

“I know,” he agreed, making Elain laugh. “Is that a yes, then?”

Elain pulled back and took his face into her hands. “Of course it’s a yes.”

As the rain continued to beat on the windows, Azriel showed Elain many, many more ways he could be her perfect roommate.

[achubbydumpling]

It's Dad Bod Andy and Chubby Ransom anon again...

God, I really love the idea of Andy throwing his new weight around, straining his suits. The size difference between him and the cute barista. (Secretly loving the feeling of his ass bouncing when he walks, cause all that weight didn't *just* go to his belly.)

And with Ransom, I can imagine that if he and his wife end up having kids together, the babies really love how soft and fluffy their dad is 🥺.

What do you think? And do you have any personal preferences for how the new weight distributes itself for both of them?

Hello! It's so great to see you here again, because omg Andy and Ransom ugh I love them so much

First of all, OMG how could I forget that thicc ass? Thank you very much for reminding me! (My thoughts are generally just more belly focused 😅 but I do appreciate a nice backside as well!) All of his trousers hug the curve of his ass perfectly and strain over his thick thighs.

When cute barista and Andy finally kiss for the first time, the barista's first move is to grab two nice handfuls of that ass. Andy laughs surprised, but is very pleased that cute barista thinks his ass looks as good as he does.

Andy is pretty tall and had an impressive build before he gained weight, but all the weight he gains just adds to the power he radiates. Rounding out his already impressive chest even more. They're just starting to rest on his belly.

And yes! He uses the added bulk very much to his advantage. Maybe pinning cute barista down just by lying on top of them? That way his hands are free to explore their body.

Ohh, he would be so comfy to cuddle with. Imagine his arms wrapped around you and you're pressed all up against his body. You can feel his the soft layer of fat all over, but also the powerful muscle that's hidden underneath it.

I'm imagining Andy looking pretty well-balanced? Just wide and thick all over, you know?

+++

For Ransom, I don't really like kid fics, but yesss he is the softest!

For him I feel like Ransom's hips would be the first place where his sudden indulgence would show up. His sides growing wider, spilling over the waistband of his jeans and straining all his belts. Then gradually the chub would gather into a roll on his lower belly.

His clean-shaven jaw would start to soften right away as well. He's barely gained ten pounds, but his cheeks already start getting chubby.

He'd have that separation of upper and lower belly right from the start. A real double belly that puffs out more every day. Ohh, haha, like the pastries he loves to eat!

Croissants for breakfast, pig's ears as mid-morning snacks, spanakopita for an afternoon snack and Strudel after dinner.

Yes, I think the best description for his body type would be doughy :D

[buckleyy--diazz]

First, Tumblr is glitching (what's new?) and don't let people answer so I took a screenshot of the ask

Second, Anon I REALLY REALLY hope you will see this and that you will like it. I am so sorry it took me forever to write it. I hit one of the biggest writer's block ever and yesterday I was finally able to finalize this fic so here it is 😊

°•°•°•°

Niall had been craving coffee and an almond croissant all morning, unfortunately for him his flat was devoid of food as he had just ended up his tour and had been living on take out for the past few days, not in the mood to cook for himself yet. After procrastinating for the most part of his day, watching old game of golf he had made sure to record while he was on tour, he decided to hop in the shower.

Finally feeling a bit more awake and ready to face other human beings, Niall ordered an Uber. Niall spent the drive to the coffee shop in silence, not feeling like making small talk with the driver. Thankfully the driver, Andrew according to the app, wasn't the chatty type. Niall liked a few golf posts on Instagram and answered to one of Lewis' tweets.

When the driver stopped in front of the coffee shop Niall asked him to wait since it would only take a few minutes. Niall hoped it would really only take a few minutes. He never knew if he was going to meet fans and talked to them and take pictures. He loved it, it was part of the job but he genuinely enjoyed meeting fans on the streets and talk to them but today he was tired and not really feeling like talking to anyone.

Niall walked inside and noticed the place was practically empty, a guy sitting alone in the corner in front of his laptop lifted his head and clearly recognized Niall. He shot him a small smile, Niall nodded back, and the guy turned his head back to his laptop. There were only two people in front of him when Niall got in line to order.

When it was his turn Niall was happy to see his favourite barista behind the counter, she was very sweet and seemed to be able to catch up on Niall's mood when he didn't wanna talk, like today. Niall knew she wouldn't try to start a conversation. Other day he didn't mind and they often talked for a few minutes, next to the counter. She was also very discreet and Niall had never seen bits of their conversations pop on Twitter, not that he was telling her secrets or anything worth sharing...When she spotted Niall she smiled brightly and greeted him with her usual enthusiasm.

"Hi Niall, your usual?"

"No, I'll just have a tall black coffee and an almond croissant, please. I've been craving one since I woke up," replied Niall smiling.

"Perfect, that'll be £5,60".   

Niall fished for his wallet in his back pocket of his jeans and gave her a tenner, dropping the change in the tip jar on the counter. She turned around to prepare Niall's order and Niall moved to the side in case another customer walked to the counter. Niall's phone vibrated in his hands, startling him. It was a message from Harry and Niall smiled at his phone. He unlocked the screen to read the message.

"Are you busy?"

"No, waitin for my coffee" replied Niall, smiling when Harry answered just as fast.

"Where are you?"

"Baker & Spice on Clifton rd"

The barista gave Niall his coffee and croissants in a small paper bag and wished him a good day. Niall smiled and wished her the same.

"Car?"

"Uber ! Didn't felt like driving"

"Don't move, i'm comin to get ya!"

"My uber ?"

"Tell him to leave"

"You close ?"

"5 mins"

Niall closed his phone and put it back in his pocket. He took a sip of his coffee and sighed. After craving it all morning his coffee tasted even more delicious than usual. Niall walked outside to where the driver had parked a few minutes ago. The driver had gotten out of his car and was leaning against it, looking at his phone.

"Did I made you wait for that long?" Niall asked even if he was sure he had been inside the coffee shop for less than 10 minutes.

"No, don't worry. I just get restless when I am not driving so I usually get out of my car and walk around it or play a game on my phone while I wait," replied the driver, making Niall laugh, "Are you ready to go?" he added.

"Actually no, a friend texted me and said he was just around the corner and he would come and get me so I am setting you free," said Niall, smiling kindly, "a friend texted me and he's just around the corner."

*

"Ya've got to be kidding me?" said Niall, trying to catch his breath from laughing so much, when a car honked behind him. Niall straightened up and turned his head to see Harry waving at him.

"Looks like my ride's here, thanks for keeping me company."

"It was no problem, really, your company is very enjoyable," said Andrew, his cheeks going slightly red.

"Thank you, likewise."

"Listen it might seem a bit weird or forward and I won't be offended if you say no but can I give you my number. I'm not asking for yours because I understand that in your situation giving out your phone number to a stranger may be not the safest thing and-"

"You're cute when you ramble," interrupted Niall and put his hand on Andrew's forearm, "I'd love to have your number."

Niall fished his phone from his back pocket and gave it to Andrew when Harry honked again. Niall rolled his eyes, Harry was usually more patient than that.

"Yes, yes, I'm coming Harry two seconds," Niall shouted over his shoulder before turning his attention toward Andrew again.

"You can put your number in my phone, I'll text ya' later."

"Great," said Andrew has he entered his digit in Niall's phone and gave it back to him.

Niall pocketed back his phone and waved goodbye to Andrew when he climbed into Harry's car.

"Sorry, didn't want to make you wait."

Harry shrugged and started driving without saying a word. He drove in silence until he reached Niall's house.

"You're being weird Haz, what is goin' on?"

"Nothing," answered Harry as he cut off the engine and got out of the car, not waiting for Niall. Niall followed him and unlocked the front door letting Harry in after him.

"You asked me if I wanted to hang out, remember? Now your giving me the silent treatment. I don't understand," said Niall walking toward his kitchen Harry in tow. Niall sat on one side of the counter, Harry already sitting in front of him.

"He seemed nice, he was cute," said Harry, ignoring Niall's question.

Niall arched an eyebrow, "Yes he is cute, he loves golf. That's what we were talking about," said Niall even if didn't have to explain anything to Harry.

"Made you laugh a lot."

"Yes he did, he's funny," answered Niall, getting annoyed by Harry's behavior, "what's the problem Harry?"

"You had your hand on his arm and you were doing your laugh," exclaimed Harry.

"My laugh? What are you on about, Haz?"

"Your 'me' laugh okay, it was your 'me' laugh," answered Harry, his voice suddenly small and his eyes were trained on his hands on the counter.

"Wait, wait, wait, are you jealous?" Niall asked in disbelief. Harry had absolutely no right to be jealous. They were not together, not anymore. Harry had lost his jealous "privilege" a long time ago. Niall had finally came to terms with the idea that Harry would never be completely his. Harry had been his first real love, first real heartbreak. Niall even went and recorded an entire album about it. But now it was in the past, they were able to hang out and be friends, something they had never really been before. They went from strangers to lovers real fast they never had time to just be friends. But now they were and Niall wouldn't let Harry's stupid burst of jealousy ruin this.

"I'm not jealous."

"No? Then explain why you're acting like a jealous twat!"

"I'm just being a nice friend."

"A nice friend? How?"

"I want you to be safe, you don't know him."

"That's what dates are for, learning to know people."

Harry groaned and pushed his chair back. He left Niall confused still sitting at the counter. Niall got up and followed Harry in the living room.

"So you're really doing this? You will go on a date with him?" asked Harry without looking at Niall when Niall sat next to him on the couch.

"Maybe."

"What if I don't want you to?"

Niall was getting more and more confused by the second. Harry was acting weird and Niall had gotten his hopes up to often when it came to Harry, he refused to do it again and believe that maybe Harry was feeling the same. Because as much as Niall wanted to bury his feelings for Harry by dating other people, they were always there.

"You have no control or power over what I can do or not Harry."

Harry turned his body, folding his long legs under him, and faced Niall. Gently he took Niall's hands in his and Niall knew he shouldn't let him do this, he knew.

"What if I don't want you to?" repeated Harry, this time looking at Niall in the eyes.

Niall swallowed thickly and licked his lips.

"Give me one good reason and maybe I'll think about it."

Niall watched Harry's face getting closer to his and his breath caught in his throat. Harry let got of Niall's hands and gently cradled Niall's face in his large palm, his thumb gently stroking Niall's cheek. He licked his lips and Niall saw Harry looking at his lips and then his eyes again. Niall moved his hand up and tangled his fingers in Harry's short hair at the back of his head. Niall knew he should take a step back, he should back up and not doing whatever what was going on now. It was a stupid idea. Harry brought his face even closer, their lips were a few millimeters apart and Niall could feel Harry's warm breath hit his lips. When Harry finally closed the distance between their mouth, Niall exhaled loudly, parting his lips slightly. Harry's lips were soft and warm, just as Niall remembered them. Niall moaned into the kiss when Harry slipped his tongue in his mouth. Niall tightened his grip in Harry's hair, keeping him as close as he could. Harry's kisses were intoxicating, they always been.

"What are you doing?" asked Niall when he broke the kiss.

Harry pressed kissed to the corner of his mouth, to his cheek, his jaw until he reached Niall's neck.

"I am kissing you," he replied between the kissed.

"We need to talk."

"Later, now I just wanna kiss you. I missed his, I missed you," answered Harry before capturing Niall's lips in another bruising kiss.

Later...Niall knew he should put his foot down but he had missed kissing Harry too, later would have to do.  

[whumpbby]

What do you think about a gangsta AU with Jason being a tag/twilight and Dick being his contract holder?

As in, Jason on the hit list and Dick doing the hitting? :O 

Aw, anon, listen, what if Jason is on the hit list and Dick takes it on for the money - he sees the photo on the dossier and it’s this big tank of a man with a hard stare and all, and he thinks it’s some sort of a gangsta... 

But then he goes to observe the man himself and notices that what the fuck, the guy is nothing like that.  For once, the boy is not even remotely connected to crime or anything, he’s a mechanic. And in his afternoons he’s working as a boxing coach at the local youth centre. And in his free moments, he goes to a bookstore and spends an hour there... and his evenings are super boring - he sits on the balcony of his crappy studio flat in a crap neighbourhood and reads a book with his cat sleeping on his lap.

Dick is befuddled. What the fuck? This guy is harmless and, he has to admit, quite cute. There has to be a reason he was put on the hit list! 

So, Dick starts to dig. He goes into the files, observes the guy at all times, calls in some favours... And hits a wall. because at some point, the paper trail dries. Just ends. Jason Todd seems to exist for only five years...? The birth certificate is obviously fake, the diplomas and education are fabricated, the lease on the flat is also only five years old.

Something isn't adding up. And at this point, Dick is intrigued and invested. He needs to know what’s the truth about the cute boy with no past! 

So, he does what he usually does, and goes in, sets up a meet-cute with the guy and they hit it off. And Jason turns out to be amazingly cute, shy and nearly virginal. Awkward like a spring maiden and Dick is all over that. He didn’t really ‘date’ anyone in a long while and this just feels good. He wants to keep going, even if Jason isn’t at all eager to talk about his past, his family (2 younger brothers and 2 sisters) is a bit protective of him and Jay isn’t all that eager to get into bed with Dick, but that ‘s fine, what they have now is very good.   

That is, until one evening when Jay finally allows Dick to lay him on the bed and undress him and they make love in the dark, and Dick’s heart is just bursting - even if something about that situation isn’t quite right... but he ignores it, telling himself that he’s the one lying about his ‘work’ so it’s just guilt... but then morning comes, sun streaks into the bedroom and Dick opens his eyes and sees Jason naked for the first time and...

...there’s an autopsy scar on his chest. Dick knows, he’d seen a few, he knows how they look and JESUS CHRIST. That... that puts many things together  - the fact that Jason has no past, for example. Five years ago - was he dead? 

JESUS 

So Dick slips out before Jason can properly awake, mumbling excuses about work calling him in. He leaves before his brain self-combusts, because there was one thing that he remembers happening five years ago that was fucking important! Five years ago two crime families had a bit of a spat in the region - there was a kidnapping, a bomb and a dead son of one of the bosses. And his name was Jason Peter Wayne.   

And, as luck had it, just as Dick gets to his bike, he gets kidnapped. It’s a professional attempt that he’d see if he wasn’t so damn preoccupied, but he is so the cold muzzle of a gun against his kidney and two goons leading him calmly to a limo parked close by are a surprise. Even more of a surprise for Dick is getting into the backseat and meeting the calm, calculating gaze of Tim - Jason’s younger nerdy brother. Nothing nerdy about him now. 

“Richard,” Tim says, calm and serious. “I hope you’ll accept the invitation for a brunch with the family. Seeing as you’re something of a fixture in Jason’s life now.” 

Dick blushes. Two days ago this kid spent an hour at Jason's flat complaining about college and stuff. Now he’s sitting there in a perfectly pressed suit and looking at Dick like he a basilisk. What can Dick do? He’s dead anyway. 

“For what it’s worth, I just figured it out,” he decided to make it clear. “I wouldn't hurt him.” 

“Of course you wouldn’t.” The implication that ‘you wouldn’t live long enough to do so’ was clear. 

“Does he know?” Dick asked. “He’s blending in well with normal citizens.”

Tim shrugs. “He is a normal citizen. We’d like that to remain the case.”

Huh. Dick stays quiet as the limo leaves Gotham and, of course, heads in the direction of Wayne Manor. So yes, he’s fucked. No one unauthorised returns from the Wayne Manor. 

They get there, get out of the car, and Tim waves the goons away, leading Dick to a stately dining room where all of the ‘family’ is already seated and waiting for the elderly butler to set out their meals. Dick sits down in a chair he was pointed to and tries not to faint. Cass was always curiously blank, but today there’s nothing on her face, and Steph looks at him with a little apologetic smile, and Damian - the cantankerous old man in a kid’s body, glares. And then there’s Him, the man himself, the Bat. Bruce Wayne in the flesh - giant and handsome, and engrossed in a newspaper. 

“Please eat, young sir,” the butler advises, putting a plate with an omelette in front of Dick. “Before it gets cold.”

Dick, obediently, eats the dish, wondering if they’re about to poison him. Taking up that contract was so not worth it if this was to be his end. At least the food was good. And the meal was somewhat pleasant - everyone was polite and appreciative of the food, Tim was glued to his tablet and Damian fed scraps to the massive black Dane sitting at his feet, and the girls whispered to themselves, and Mr Wayne sipped his coffee and it was all so domestic and normal that the presence of five armed men taking spots around the room was almost unnoticed... 

In the end it was Damian that broke the silence. 

“Grayson,” the kid glared at Dick like a gargoyle. “You have defiled my brother!”

Dick was glad that he wasn’t the only one to choke on his tea.

“Master Damian, this is hardly an appropriate topic for a breakfast table!” 

“I don’t care! He did and I am taking offence!”

“Damian,” Bruce’s look and tone were both frosty. 

“No father, he better has an explanation to...”

“I love him!”

Only after everyone’s eyes rested on him did Dick realise what he had just blurted out. Uh oh. But he could have sworn that Bruce’s face softened just a bit. So he decided to follow the hit, because he was Dick Grayson and that was what he did. “I love him.” And that was all he had to say about the matter, becuase they didn’t deserve anything else form him. Tim’s lip ticked up as if in approval and Dick considered it a win. 

“Wery well,” Bruce Wayne folded his newspaper and got up. “We can discuss the matter in my study.”

Uh-oh. Dick was so dead. 

********

When Jason finally opened the door to his flat, he looked like a right mess - hair still tousled from sleep, shirt buttoned up to his throat, eyes wild and hands wringing. He looked smaller than he had any right to be. And he just stood there, in the doorway, staring at Dick as if he didn't believe the man was there... 

“I brought some croissants?” Dick offered, pointing to the bag he held in the crook of one arm. Everyone loved a fresh crossaint. “If you’d like to have a late lunch - or an early dinner with me?”

“Oh.” Jason said. And. “You were gone.” And. “I thought you’d...”  

“If I had anything to say about the matter, you’d wake up in my arms,“ Dick told the truth. “But if I’d ignored it, they would have my head.” And that was also true. "But that’s it, shouldn't happen again.” And thankfully, that was too. 

“Oh?” Jason looked so adorable Dick wanted to kiss him. “You quit?”

Dick did kiss him. “Nah, just got a new assignment.”

“Is that so? Gonna be better than before?”

“Yeah, I love it already.”     

[yellowdistress]

Hiya!! I dunno if you saw my other headcanons for almos; but I have more!!! If you’d like to hear them :) i like to think that as peter gets older, enemies close in on his identity and he and tony have to move around for a couple years, living in random cities all over the world, which peter enjoys a lot cos

2/2 cos he likes learning about other people’s cultures; one of Tony’s favorite thing about peter is his laugh, once he finally hears it; peter likes only one food from the west — croissants; when tony realises that peter cant let his family go, he relents to having a secret funeral so that peter can say his final goodbyes and feel like he’s had closure; Natasha and peter eventually bond over their forced dropping of their heritage

Hi!!! Yes, I’ve seen your headcanons! Thank you so much 😁 I believe it was you, anon, or another anon who suggested the stuffed bear that I added to the last chapter? ❤❤❤ Thank you so much for these!