#Ignore my expressions haha

[sunkissedlouis]

louis reacting to “the foot tekkers” movement

[kira-light0]

Redrew them as a silly stock photo image I saw!

[sunlit-mess]

HI!!! I stumbled across ur account while browsing HB fanart and fell in love with your artstyle! Also your vent art resonates with me in a concerning and comforting way. Anyways luv u art <3333 Have a nice day!!!!

[sysig]

Things could be better, if you were to ask Ishida (Patreon)

[sanemistar]

today is one of those days when i'm not very confident about my writing :/

[mithrandirl]

thought about writing then decided to just have a panic attack instead haha

[dawnddoesart-reborn]

my dnd group is starting a witchlight campaign this week! here's my eladrin rogue/bard Vallian, along with some doodles of the design process : )

[ladydisofdurin]

Testing out a new chalk brush with choso

[moonstruckme]

Hi! So I have the issue where I’m not able to turn my brain off I guess and I’m having to constantly be aware of everything happening around me and managing everyone because if I don’t do it no one will. It’s so tiring to never have a minute to not be a very aware of every little thing. That being said, could I request a Remus or poly!marauders where reader is able to not be in constant manage mode? I know that’s really weird and if it’s too much just ignore this. Thank you for everything you do on here ❤️

Not weird! Very relatable actually haha. Thank you for requesting angel <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 823 words

“I like my system,” James says as you kneel in front of his suitcase, folding shirts. “My pants go on that side, then shirts in one corner and the rest in the other.” 

“I don’t think it counts as a system if you’re just piling stuff in, Jamie.” 

“How do you figure?” 

“Well, doesn’t it bother you that they’re all wrinkled?” You frown, taking out a balled-up pair of trousers. It bothers you, and they’re not even your clothes. 

“Not really, no. It’s a holiday, lovie, who am I trying to impress?” 

“Um, me?” Sirius shoots a look across the bedroom. He’s busy stuffing things into his own suitcase on the other side of the bed. 

“Oh, always,” James says gamely. “But you love me whether my shirts are wrinkled or not, don’t you?” 

Sirius makes a wishy-washy noise that sees James tossing a pair of socks at his head. He dodges and they bounce to the floor. 

“Did you remember your glasses cleaner?” you ask James, feeling about the pockets of his suitcase. 

“All under control, angel. It’s in my backpack.” 

“Perfect.” You finish neatly folding the last of his things and stand to kiss him. “Thanks.” 

“Thank you. Though you didn’t have to fold my underwear, I could have managed that myself.” 

“It was no problem.” You round the bed to where Sirius is packing, peering down at his suitcase. 

He looks up with a raised brow. “Can I help you?” 

“Are you packing your conditioner?” 

Sirius’ other brow comes up to join the first. “Yes, I am. Do you have a problem with my hair smelling lovely?” 

“No.” You smile, rolling your eyes when he pinches the back of your thigh playfully. “Just remember that it has to be under a hundred milliliters if you’re not checking your bag.” 

“I’ve got it, doll. You worry about your milliliters, and I’ll worry about mine, m’kay?” 

You hum. “And, um…” 

“What?” Sirius’ tone is dry, but it’s all fondness in the tilt of his mouth as he looks up at you. “You gonna fold my underwear, too?” 

“No, just, have you eaten? I don’t know if we’ll have time to eat at the airport.” 

“I think Remus wants you, sweetness.” 

“Hm?” 

Sirius points with his chin, and you turn to find Remus watching you from the doorway to the bedroom. He looks a particular brand of appealing in his travel clothes. The trackies James got him for Christmas probably shouldn’t go so well with his overlarge jumper, but Remus being Remus, of course it works. He beckons you toward him. 

“Oh, okay.” You glance back at Sirius one more time as you go. “Don’t forget to take your lighter out of your bag, security will take it away.” 

“Love you too!” 

“Hi,” you say to Remus, who wordlessly folds you into a hug as soon as you leave the bedroom. “Everything okay?” 

He hums. “Everything’s great, yeah. Are you excited to go?” 

You’re bemused but pleased by his hand running up and down your spine, his freshly shaven jaw pressed to your temple. “I am, yeah.” 

“Mm. Relaxed?” 

“I’m…yeah, sure.” 

Remus chuckles softly. “You seem a bit strung up, lovely. Are you all packed?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Good. Me too. Anything else you need to do before we go? Have you eaten?” 

“I ate, yeah.” You glance back towards the bedroom, the movement almost involuntary. “I think I just need to make sure—” 

“You’re all ready then?” 

It’s not like Remus to cut you off, but when you turn back around his expression is all fond patience. 

“I think so,” you say. “At least, my stuff is all done.” 

“Perfect.” He kisses your head, then takes your hand, leading you away from your boyfriends. “Let’s relax for a bit while they finish up, then, yeah?”

You let Remus guide you to the couch. At first sitting, then curling up against his side, your head resting over the steady beat of his heart. His hand runs up and down your arm, and slowly the tension seeps out of you. 

“Sorry,” you say after a while. “Was I being annoying?” 

“No,” Remus reassures you. “Of course not. You’re only helping. You just don’t have to, you know?” 

You cringe at yourself. At the clarity of hindsight. “Nobody asked for my help.” 

“We’re adults,” he agrees. “We don’t need to be managed—or we shouldn’t. If Sirius packs too much conditioner, he can sort it out himself.” 

“Right. Sorry.” 

Remus tuts, kissing the top of your head. “Please don’t be sorry. We all just want you to be able to relax. Give yourself a break, yeah?” 

“Yeah, okay.” You snuggle closer to him, letting the last of the tension sap from your body. “That doesn’t sound so awful.” 

“I’m glad.” The smile is audible in Remus’ voice. He rubs your arm again, encouraging you to relax further. 

“But what if James doesn’t know—” 

“Dove. He’ll figure it out.” 

[sysig]

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[suiana]

Would you guys consider a joyous joke? Why did the nonchalant yandere have a disgusted face when seeing you?

Because he loves you obviously! Haha!

Fuck that loser.

Anyway you're a mind-reader and this guy is a FAKE nonchalant. He looks like one but he most definitely isn't. You know that all too well unfortunately. Your mind reading ability is more of a curse than a gift to be honest. You can't control when you want it to work and it just happens all the time. This means that you're hearing people talking all the time except for when you're alone.

But you know how when someone is so loud he overpowers everyone else? Yeah, that's him. That chalant guy.

Because tell me why his thoughts are so fucking loud that you can't hear anyone BUT him? Like you just want to go about your day peacefully when all of a sudden you'll get random bouts of this agitating, grating sound-

'I love them so much holy shit holy shit holyshitholyshit! Look at them, perfection embodied into one. I'm literally so close to busting in my pants.'

'Did they change their shampoo? I can smell their hair mngh....'

'Cheescak🤤'

Yeah, not a single day of peace when he's around. Which surprisingly, is a lot. Everyday actually.

You come to work early, trying to get some peace but then bam, he's slamming a stack of papers onto your desk with a scowl on his face. He's trying to act all mad and tough, like he hates you for no reason and is just trying to pick a fight.

But you know better.

"Finish this by the end of the week."

"Yes sir."

"Good."

And he'll just stare at you with narrowed eyes, lips pursed. Then it comes. The thoughts.

'Fuuuuck.... Look at them, how can one be so pretty? A gorgeous angel, I'd do anything for a day in their arms.'

'I wanna rub their feet.'

'How good would it feel to wake up to them? I'm not believer in God but I think I'd turn religious for a few seconds every day if that happened.'

Yeah, some of those thoughts are okay, flattering even. But most of them? Weird, weird as hell. It makes you shiver in place, terrified of him and his weird perverse thoughts.

And all the whole he still has that disgusted expression which could very well fool you ifyou weren't a mind reader. He looks and acts like such a hater, you're surprised he isn't one.

In fact, you expected him to be a hater! Not some pathetic man that wants to... Rub your feet...

'Please give me a chance please just one chance. I'll rub your feet-'

"Please stop saying you want to rub my feet. It's weird and quite frankly, scares me."

"What?"

"What?"

Shit, your cover slipped! Okay, just play it cool. You smooth your shirt, exhaling shakily before fainting on the spot. Can't press for answers if you're knocked out!

That's a problem for future you to deal with. For now? You'll do your best to be like all the other people who think he's just a big hater with a stick shoved up his ass.

Ignorance is bliss after all.

"Hey wake up! I'm not going to rub your feet! I just... Want to touch..."

You know what maybe you should just kill yourself.

[hyunjincanraptoo]

make up sex

Happy Sunday, my loves! This fic is inspired by the beautiful incident of Jinnie lifting his shirt during escape on day 2 in Santiago. Idk if he has a gf but if it's the case (now or in the future) i really hope she isn't like reader for the sake of the fandom haha

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: smut, angst

Alexa, play make up sex by mgk

The concert had barely ended, and Hyunjin was still glistening with sweat when you stormed into the dressing room. He didn’t even have time to catch his breath before you were in front of him, arms crossed, jaw tight. "Are you serious, Hyunjin? Again?!"

He exhaled, running a towel through his damp hair, "Not this again, Yn…" "Yes, this again! Because you keep doing it!". Your voice was sharp, cutting through the noise of the busy backstage. "I tell you every single time how I feel, and you still go ahead and do it like it doesn’t matter!"

He shot you a look, refusing to believe you were arguing about this for the thousandth time. Tossing the towel on a chair, he tightened his jaw, "It’s a performance, babe. It’s fanservice, that’s all. I don’t even think about it, it just happens" "Bullshit". You stepped closer, eyes burning, "You know exactly what you’re doing. The way you look at the camera, the way you drag it out. Don’t act like it’s just muscle memory"

His eyes darkened, frustration flickering across his face, "What do you want me to do, huh?! Never interact with fans again?! Maybe I should just stop dancing, too!" "Don’t twist this into something it’s not, Hyunjin! I’m not asking you to stop performing, I’m asking you to respect me! But every time we talk about it, you brush it off like I’m overreacting!"

He ran a hand through his buzzed hair, shaking his head, "Because you are! It’s just skin, for fuck’s sake!". Your breath hitched, hurt flashing across your features, "You really don’t get it, do you?". Hyunjin let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose, the tension between you was thick, suffocating, "What do you want me to say? That I’ll never do it again?! Fine. I won’t. Happy now?" 

"No, because you don’t mean it", you shot back, voice quieter now, but no less fierce. "You’re just saying that to end the argument. And next time, it’ll be the same damn thing!". You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head, "I don’t even know why I still bother, it feels like you don’t care about my feelings anymore".

That made him pause. You weren’t just annoyed— you were hurt.

Hyunjin’s expression shifted, his frustration flickered to something else, something heavier. He opened his mouth, then closed it, struggling to find the right words. After a few seconds, he reached for your hand, "It's not like that, baby. I'm not ignoring your feelings…"

But you pulled back.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. "You’re really this upset?", he asked, voice softer now.

You swallowed the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. "Let’s just go back to the hotel, Hyunjin", you muttered, turning away.

…

The ride back was mostly quiet, the tension still lingering. Once you stepped inside, you went straight to your shared room, standing in front of the edge of the bed.

Hyunjin followed, kneeling in front of you. He wrapped his arms around your hips, his gaze careful, "I don’t want you to go to sleep upset with me, my love”. You sighed, fingers slipping into his  hair, “I just… I love you. And I know it’s silly, but when I see you do that, it makes me feel like I have to share you with the whole world”.

Hyunjin leaned in, pressing his forehead against your low belly, “You don’t have to share me, baby. I’m yours”.

A quiet moment passed before he lifted his head, his hands sliding up to hold your waist, "Can I show you?". You nodded hesitantly. He stood up, moving slowly as he leaned down, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, down your neck. There was no rush, no desperation— just warmth and an unspoken apology behind every touch. He guided your hands to his body, letting them roam over every inch of his skin as if reminding you that he belonged only to you.

His lips ghosted over your collarbone, his fingers drawing slow circles over your hip as he settled his thigh between your legs. The heat between you shifted from the remnants of an argument to something more intimate. He pulled your shirt down from your shoulders with gentle hands, his fingers tracing your bare skin as if memorizing you all over again.

"You're so beautiful", he murmured, his voice rough with emotion, "I never want you to doubt that you're the only one I want”. But beneath all his tenderness, there was something else— a lingering tension, a certain rigidity. You weren’t fully surrendering to the moment. He noticed. 

Pausing, he pulled back just enough to scan your face, "You’re still mad at me, baby?" "You already know I am", you shot back, but your fingers traced the veins on his forearm, your touch was teasing, just enough to make him groan.

"Then show me”, he challenged, trailing open mouthed kisses along your jaw, "Take it out on me”. A rush of heat flooded your body. He was still sticky with sweat from the stage, and the rawness of it— the scent of him, the heat of his body— made your head spin.

You ran your fingertips over his bare chest under his shirt, just to tease him again. "You think you can distract me from the fact that you did it again?". His smirk was devilish, "I think I can make you forget why you’re mad in the first place”.

You gasped as he lifted you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist before carrying you to the bed. He placed you on the mattress, climbing over you before you had time to catch your breath. "Tell me to stop”, he murmured, lips tracing down your neck, sharp teeth nipping just enough to make you arch. "Tell me you don’t want this”.

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

Your nails scratched down his back as he pushed your shirt up, exposing more of you to his hungry gaze. His mouth was everywhere from your collarbone to your ribs. He got rid of your clothes with a desperate urgency, like he needed to feel your bare skin against his own to believe you were really there— to know you knew he was still yours.

"I'm yours, baby”, he growled, hands intertwining with yours, to keep you in place but also to possess you. Not only in body but also in soul. “Not the fans', not the stage's. Yours"

You gasped as he thrusted into you, the sudden fullness stealing the breath from your lungs. There was no softness now, only heat— only the feverish clash of lips and teeth and hands. He set a punishing pace, hips slamming against yours, each thrust a silent plea, a desperate promise.

Your body responded in kind, clinging to him, taking everything he gave and demanding more. His name left your lips like a curse, fingers clutching at his sweaty skin as he drove you closer to the edge.

"Say it”, he rasped against your lips, "Say you know I'm yours”."You are mine" you gasped, nails digging deeper into his shoulders, "Only mine".

That was all it took. With a strangled groan, he buried himself deep, body shaking as he lost himself in you. The world faded away, leaving only your racing heartbeats, your tangled limbs, your breathless gasps for air.

As the intensity of the moment vanished, Hyunjin collapsed beside you, pulling you against his chest. His lips brushed against your cheekbones, his arms holding you tight.

"I mean it", he whispered. "No one else gets this. Just you, baby". You traced lazy patterns on his lukewarm skin, your lips curving into a satisfied smirk. 

"I love you", he murmured, his voice tender. "Only you. Always you" “I love you too, Jinnie” “I’ll make sure you never doubt it again”.

Quick note: I don't think I l post any fics this week cause I have exams. But wait for me, next week I will come back with a surprise hehe

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[sweeterthancandy]

sam!! my love

thinking about stanford!sam… studying with him, but its more hes studying and your staring at him just wanting to get dicked down

moral of the story sam cant say no to you and finally lets you have him

same vibe as like teasing under the desk in a meeting

oh youre a fucking genius thank you so much for this image

sugar

warnings: afab!reader, nerdyyyy flustered sammy, almost sucking him off?, spit stuff kinda, size kink if you squint, riding, lots of petnames, reader is a big tease

wc: 1k - nsfw content below the cut 🍭

sam was never the most popular guy at school, he was just another lanky, sarcastic, and awkward nerd. always studying and prepping for you dont even know what, always just kinda sitting in the back of the class listening intently.

and that just made you want him more.

so thats how you ended up in his dorm, watching your boyfriends expressions change with each problem on the page. god the way his huge hands twitch along the paper, the veins in his forearm popping as he grips the pencil tighter, his neck-

“you paying attention?” he spoke sounding almost disappointed as he catches you drifting off. “uhhhhhhhh…. ok sammy im sorry” you fold instantly not being able to lie to him. “seriously.” he shakes his head and looks back at the paper.

“its just you look so good right now.. i need you baby” your voice got quieter as your sentence went on. hes choosing to ignore your cries, not out of malice but out if pure commitment to his studies, “pleaseee” you whine out shuffling in your chair, pressing your thighs together just trying to get any friction you could.

“this is really important” he mutters to you, not even raising his chin. the look of determination in his eyes, hes soooo fucking smart and you love it, you love being able to just turn your brain off around him.

ok its all just becoming too much you need to do something.

thats how you found yourself lowering yourself to the ground to rest on your knees, your sharp nails run across his thighs as you lick you lips in preparation. “uhh..what-what are you doing” hes flustered.

“just keep working baby just wanna-“ all you can do is look at him with big begging eyes for only a few seconds before they move down to the bulge in his baggy jeans, fingers going to play at his belt, “wanna take your big, big c-“

“ohhhh-haha-no ok no jokes over get up now..” he pants out, wheeling his chair away for a moment. you could tell this was getting him riled up, his eyes filled with sheer lust at seeing you like this all for him.

“you dont wanna be in my mouth, sammy?” you look down with a pout, slowly standing up, peeling off your tight tshirt in the process. his jaw is agape as he leans back in his chair just watching you.

“you dont wanna feel all of me- see all of me?” your fumble with the button of your shorts before letting them slip down off your ankles.

you walk towards him like a panther to its prey, “you dont want that?” you whisper as you hover above him. as you look down you see his bulge has grown to a stiffer, tighter point. “please” is all it took for him to say before you ripped him up from his seat and throw him onto the bed.

straddling almost instantly leaving sloppy kisses all over his face, “of course i want that sweetheart- i just- get busy - you know that” he rushes out between kisses. “mhm” you buzz uninterested as your hands find their way to his belt again, “take you shirt off.” you say with urgency.

pulling it off his head with no problem he throws it to the corner of his room, where hed eventually lose this shirt due to the lack of care. you finally get to his zipper just begging to feel him, your fingers dip into his boxers and pull him out entirely.

“shit-there it is” you moan softly with dark eyes, “ohh god ok-“ sam whimpers as you hold him in gently in your hand, beginning to stroke him up and down as you move off of him to let your mouth hover above it.

his hands come to your hair, bringing it together to hold it all in a tight fist, “mmmgod shit” the curses leave his lips just as yours leave sweet kisses to his tip.

you moan as you lick all the way up his dick, letting all your saliva drip out the corner of your mouth wanting, needing to make a mess all over him. you lower your mouth onto him slowly sucking a few inches, just enough to tease before pulling your mouth off with a pop.

“god i cant fucking take this-get up here” he throws his head back with a moan as he yanks your head up before releasing you completely just to grab your hips to straddle him.

“what’re you do-mm“ before you could even think your panties are pushed to the side and hes sliding you down onto him with loud noises coming from the both of you. he bottoms himself out making you feel complete and so so good.

with urgency now he starts pumping himself up into you with ease as he hold your hips steady above him, “fuck me s’good-“ your eyes roll back as the sensation takes over, you cant believe this is how sam winchester is in bed, quiet, awkward, smart sammy.

after awhile of him helping you out as his chest gets mauled, meaning you scratched the living shit out of it, you start to bounce on him at what seems the fastest you ever have.

“s’close-s’close-dont ever stop-so fuckin’ tight” sam likes to ramble when hes close, he gets all nervous and blushed, his hands grip onto your tits just a little tighter. “yeah? want me to fuck you harder?” an audible whine leaves his lips, so that means yes.

your ass slaps against his hips with a loud slap over and over and over and “ohgod-agh fuck fuck” you squeal at the white hot sensation you gave into. “cum baby im cumming i am i am-“ the sound of your noises and the raw flesh slapping against each other were obscene.

pants were all you heard as you came down never getting off of him just grounding yourself until you saw him smirk and rub gentle circles on your hip. “you wanna get food?”

i hope this wasnt toooo self indulgent this was the best ask everrrr thank so so much!!!

[prettydaisygirl]

OMG. I cant beleive I found a new writer who can feed my james potter delusion! Generally I'm a silent supporter but after reading your Aus, you literally have unlocked a new part of my brain. Your ideas are truly amazing ❤️ pls keep blessing us with your works🙏🏻

I feel like the au idea which I have in mind you can really express it.so may I pls request a college au with fratjames potter x reader.where they both are acquaintance and something happens.due to some misunderstanding reader is the receiving end of James wrath.after realising his mistake he makes a sweet apology gesture to reader and wants to get in her good books.

It's just a just my apology if you couldn't really get the idea( english is my 2nd language and I don't feel confident in it)

P.s pls feel free to ignore it ❤️Have a wonderful Day/Night💗

Hello, my love! Thank you so much for the request! This is my first request so I'm a little nervous haha, I hope this is what you were looking for :) Your words are so sweet, and you really made my day! Also, I'm kind of obsessed with frat!James now... Have a wonderful day/night yourself, lovely <3

frat!James Potter x fem!reader who was supposed to bring the beer ✿ 1.4k words

cw: fem reader, marauders as frat bros, alcohol (or lack thereof), armed store robbery with a gun (not described in detail), reader is James' lab partner

james potter masterlist

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part two

James is having a bad night. It’s 8pm on a Friday and he hasn’t had a single drop of alcohol yet. This is unusual, especially given the music blaring through the frat house with enough bass to shake the foundation. There are dozens of people here. Most of them know James even if he doesn’t know them, which is great until it isn’t.

Another one approaches him, some guy by the name of Marty or something.

“Dude,” The guy raises his arms and James’ annoyance skyrockets. He already knows what this guy is about to say. “Where’s the beer?”

“I know,” James grunts at him. Barty, that’s it. “I’m working on it.”

Barty scoffs but James is already pushing past him. He pushes through the crowd, many of whom move quickly to get out of his way. His eyes scan through, looking for someone in particular.

Where the hell are you?

James makes his way to the kitchen, seeing the counters still bare and no sign of you anywhere. He curses under his breath and pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contact list. Just as he presses the call button, Sirius approaches him. James holds up a hand but Sirius speaks anyway.

“Prongs, where are the drinks? If one more Alpha Tau tells me my party sucks, I might go to prison.” James just glares at Sirius’ dramatics, the phone ringing endlessly in his ear. It goes to voicemail and he hangs up with a groan. 

“I thought you said you handled it!” Sirius stresses just as Remus walks into the kitchen, beelining for the two of them.

“I did!” James argues, running a hand through his already unruly hair with a huff. 

“What’s going on?” Remus asks, crossing his arms and looking between James and Sirius with a narrowed stare. “Is this about the beer?”

“Yes!” Sirius stresses again, and points at James, “It’s James’ week to get drinks. But here we are, at 8pm on Friday and…” Sirius gestures to the empty countertops. “No drinks!”

“You tell ‘em, Sirius!” James hears Barty shout from across the kitchen and James fears he and Sirius might both end up in prison together. 

“I thought I handled it.” James tells both of his frat brothers, shrugging a bit.

“What does that mean?” Remus asks, his brow furrowing. “Did you buy the drinks or not?”

James at least has the decency to look sheepish, running a hand over the back of his hair as he inhales through his teeth. “I may have… asked my lab partner to get it for me.”

Sirius gasps, raising a hand to his chest as though clutching his pearls, “I thought pawning drinks off on someone else was against the rules!”

“It is.” Remus tells Sirius, looking at James with an expectant stare. 

“I was using it as an excuse for us to meet up, you know? So the two of us can hang out…” James feels his stomach churn when Sirius’ face bends into a knowing smirk. 

“Oh, I understand…” Sirius winks at James, “To ‘hang out.’” His air quotes make Remus roll his eyes and James glare harshly.

“Someone needs to go get drinks.” Remus reminds the two of them. The party crowd is getting routier behind him. 

“James, it’s your week, so off you go.” Sirius nudges James toward the front door. “You never know, you might find your lover along the way!” 

“Oi, fuck off!” James calls back to him right as the door slams closed behind him. 

As he begins the trek to the store, he attempts to call you several times. Every attempt is met with voicemail. He texts you, and all of them are left unread. James finds frustration and anger building in his gut, not solely from the lack of alcohol but also from being stood up, apparently. James Potter has never been stood up in his life. 

On his seventh attempt to call you, it doesn’t even ring. It goes straight to voicemail. His jaw clenches and his fists ball up and he finds himself spewing words he shouldn’t say, airing his frustrations out to you. He calls you things like selfish and rude, and even a bad friend. 

By the time he turns onto the last street, his anger has mostly turned into disappointment. He’d really been looking forward to seeing you tonight, and though it hadn’t been to sleep with you like Sirius had suggested, he had been considering it your first date. 

James is lost in thought as he approaches the store, steps scraping gently across the pavement. He’s thinking about what he might say to you during your lab on Monday when he hears your voice. It catches his attention immediately and he looks up, eyes searching for you. 

There you are, just as pretty as always, but something’s wrong. You’re standing in front of the store, tear-stains evident on your cheeks as you speak to a police officer. James’ heart sinks into his stomach and he’s by your side before he can stop himself.

“Hey,” His voice is low and soothing, more comforting than he thought he could be but you look up at him like he’s saved your life and his heart pounds. “What’s going on?” 

James’ eyes dart nervously between you and the police officer, but the uniformed man shakes his head a bit. “I’ve got everything I need. You gon’ be okay?” James is a bit confused but he realizes the officer’s words are directed at you when he sees you nodding.

“Yes, sir. Thank you very much.” Your voice is a bit choked and you wipe at your cheeks before turning to him. He feels like he needs to scoop you up in his arms, to do something to help put you back together and get that look out of your eyes. 

“What happened?” James’ hands reach for your arms, settling on your elbows. His thumbs brush over your skin soothingly and you feel tears burning in your eyes again at his gentle movements.

“I was…” You swallow thickly when your voice cracks, “I was trying to get the drinks for your party and some guy came in and he was yelling at the cashier, and he… he had a gun, and I didn’t know what to do and you kept calling me and I was trying to answer but-”

James shushes you before you can continue spiraling, shaking his head. Guilt surges through him, knowing what his texts say. And that voicemail…

“Don’t worry about it.” He assures you, and his dark eyes meet yours. “Is it okay if I hug you?” As soon as you nod, he wraps you in a tight embrace, like he really is trying to put you back together. You both stand like that for a long moment until he feels your body relax, your soft sigh brushing his ear in a puff of warm air. 

James pulls back and moves to cup your face with one hand, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You tell him with a soft nod and an even softer smile. It’s one that gives James butterflies and he suddenly feels bad having you look at him like that when…

“Just… delete all of those texts from me.” He says, and your brow furrows, lips parting a bit to question him but he speaks again before you can. “And please don’t listen to that voicemail.”

You look to the side before your eyes meet his again, a confused smile on your lips. “What? Why, what did you say?” The smile fades when James doesn’t play off his words like he always does.

“Okay, I’ll delete them.” His face relaxes a bit at your words and he looks back up at the shop. He hears his text notification sound, but he ignores it, his eyes settling on your face again instead. 

“Do you… Are you still coming to the party?” He asks, and he hates the way desperation is plain in his tone. 

“I was hoping to, yeah.” Your smile turns a bit shy and sweet now and James beams, his hands on your shoulders.

“Okay, great! So we’ll get drinks and then walk back together!” His smile falters and he hesitates then, looking back at the store. “Actually, you wait here. I’ll go get drinks. You don’t need to come back inside.” Your heart almost breaks at his consideration for your feelings. You move up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Okay,” You say, “I’ll be waiting right here.” 

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© prettydaisygirl

[yasministration]

hi, this is the first time I'm writing a request on tumblr but I really like your writing (and unfortunately I'm very picky about writing styles🫣) I have tons of ideas for one shots in the back of my head so I'm coming to you with this rather simple one: reader x remus

Remus & reader are sth like friends, they have a secret crush on each other; remus is the casanova of gryffindor tower and all the girls (and probably boys) are crushing on him, Remus isn't quiet aware of the impact he has, reader reveals it to him in a convo (maybe while studying?) they're having that everyone finds him attractive and he asks if reader does aswell and so onnnn...

honestly, do with it what you want, I'm sure you will slay it! in case you hate the idea pls just ignore my request haha!⭐️

What about you? - Remus Lupin

summary: despite having a whole fanbase of girls who want him as their boyfriend, remus is only interested in your opinion wc: 1k

The giggles you heard as you walked past a group of girls with Remus had you rolling your eyes, cutting off the middle of your conversation. You couldn’t even have a single trip back from the library without a group of Remus’ fangirls making a big deal over him, but the boy didn’t notice them, only taking note of your unusual reaction.

Remus brushed a hand to the back of your arm, his soft touch stealing your attention from the group of insolent girls. “You alright?” Remus asked, carefully watching your expression change from one of annoyance to empathy. “They don’t bother you?” Remus’s eyebrows furrowed, a crease forming between them “Who?” You glanced around the hallway, looking for another group of Remus’s fans. Finally, at the sight of some third year girls huddled around in the corner of the hallway, nervously glancing towards you both, you nodded your head in their direction, softly elbowing Remus in his side. “You know, your little fanbase of girls?” Remus stopped in his tracks, making you look back at his when you realised his disappearance. 

“My little what?” You laughed at the shock in his voice, repeating “Fanbase. Honestly Rem, it shocks me every time that you don’t have a new girl in your bed every day. You could have the entire school lined up to have a turn with you.” Remus stammered, finally picking up his pace, hooking his arm with yours to drag you back to the common room with him. “You need to start over, you’ve lost me.” He said, coming to a stop in front of the fat lady’s portrait to mumble the password.

“I’m surprised you don’t know.” “Sweetheart, just give it to me straight.” He begged, slumping down on the couch in front of the fireplace and patting the spot next to him. You didn’t fail to take notice of the jealous eyes following your figure as you sat close to Remus. You felt your chest swell with pride, and almost wanted to call out ‘Yes, I’m closer to him than you’ll ever be. Cry about it.’ But there were pros and cons to being Remus’s best friend. Pro: you were Remus Lupin’s best friend. Con: you were only Remus Lupin’s best friend. And you feared that with the discovery of all the girls who wanted to have him as their boyfriend, all you’d ever be was his best friend.

“There’s nothing much to it. You know, apart from the fact that every girl in the castle wants you as their boyfriend.” Remus was silent as he processed the information, blinking slowly. “You know, it’s just always been this way. I think people started realising that you’re more than just a pretty face.” “Pretty face?” He mumbled. “Wait. Every girl in the castle?” You shrugged, replying “More or less. I mean, I can assure you that Lily isn’t one of them.” You both laughed at the comment, an image of the infatuated couple displaying in your head. Remus slid his hand into yours, squeezing it softly. “Well, what about you?” You felt your face immediately heat up at his question, trying your hardest to maintain eye contact with the boy, but you couldn’t help the way your gaze dipped down to look at the way Remus held your hand.

You gulped. This was not the first time you and Remus held hands, not at all. But you’d never held hands in this context, with the boy asking if you wanted him to be your boyfriend. “What about me?” You echoed, returning your gaze to Remus’s eyes. The boy seemed to suddenly get nervous, his face flushing as he began to stumble over his words, voice quieting down significantly. “You said every girl in the castle wants me as their boyfriend. Does that apply to you?”

You were very aware that Remus could probably hear the fast thumping of your heart, and you could too. You only wished you had a trick to know how he was feeling too. “It’s fine if not!” He announced at the same time you said “Only if you want it to!” A painful silence settled between you. You cleared your throat, watching as Remus opened and shut his mouth. He didn’t make a move to say anything, forcing you to speak up. “It’s fine if not…” You started, “Does that mean you want it to apply to me?” 

“I mean, it would be pretty nice if the girl I like wants me to be her boyfriend. But if she doesn’t, I guess it’s…” Remus’s words trailed off as he saw a wide grin on your face. He swallowed thickly, forcing his face to cool down, but that wasn’t possible. Not when you were cupping his cheeks and leaning forward to press a bold kiss on his lips. Remus’s hand curled around the nape of your neck to keep your lips pressed against his, only pulling away when he deemed himself ready. “Let’s go out!” He announced the second your lips parted, standing up abruptly. 

You blinked quickly, looking up at the tall boy and asking “Now?” Remus nodded, holding his hands out for you to take. “Yeah, let’s go out now. On a date.” You took Remus’s hands, letting him pull you off the couch. He let go of one of your hands, the other one sneakily intertwining his fingers with yours, leading you out of the common room. Remus led you onto the Hogwarts grounds to spend time together, but it was impossible to have a conversation when neither of you could take your eyes off the other’s lips. Instead, your first date was spent chasing each other for kisses by the black lake, where watchful eyes allowed the news of your relationship to be spread all around hogwarts by the time you got to the great hall for dinner.

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[ghostlycamil4]

can you PLEASE do a husband!katsuki reacting to the reader and his son being disrespectful or and rude to the reader, maybe even pushing her lightly?

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜'𝑠 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡: 𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑀𝑦 𝑊𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

Thank you so much! It’s my first request, so I’m kinda excited haha. I hope it’s exactly what you wanted, feel free to ask for more anytime!

Kaito’s teenage years came fast, and no one was ready for the mess they brought. You looked at him with a mix of worry and sadness, wondering when the sweet boy who used to come to you for everything had turned into a teenager who barely looked at you.

That afternoon, you were pacing around the living room, turning the words over in your head. You had no idea how to bring up what you had found that morning in his room.

When you heard the front door open, your heart skipped a beat. You heard Kaito’s footsteps, and before he could disappear down the hallway, you broke the silence:

“Can you come here for a second, please?”

Kaito let out a long sigh, the one he’d been using lately like armor.

“What do you want now?”

That morning, while cleaning his room —with nothing but the intention of tidying up a bit— what you found under his bed froze you to the core: an almost empty pack of cigarettes, a half-finished bottle of alcohol, several failed exams… and other things you’d rather not name. You shut the box abruptly, hands trembling and your throat dry.

Kaito’s eyes fell on the box the moment he walked in. He didn’t say a word, but he knew exactly what it was. He took a deep breath, and then said:

"Did you seriously go through my stuff?"

“I swear I didn’t mean to invade your space,” you said, trying to find words that wouldn’t set him off. “It’s not about spying on you, Kaito. It’s just… there are things that worry me. That’s all.”

His eyes locked on yours, full of restrained anger.

"Just stay outta my life, okay? I'm not a little kid anymore!"

“I just want you to listen. Just for a moment.”

He got so close his breath brushed your face. And then it started. With every word, a shove. One after another, like he didn’t know how else to get his point across.

“You don’t get it!” Shove.

“You’ll never get what it’s like—carrying his name, his shadow, every damn day!” Shove.

“I didn’t ask for this!” Shove.

“I don’t need you watching my every move like I’m gonna explode or screw everything up!” Shove.

“Just stay out of my room, and out of my life!” Shove.

Bakugo slammed the door open with almost violent force, like some instinct had pushed him to come in without warning. His sharp, alert gaze swept the room, looking for any sign of danger—but what froze him in place was the sight of Kaito’s finger digging into Y/n’s shoulder, shoving her with a rage that couldn’t be ignored.

Bakugo’s expression darkened, and with a low growl, he stepped forward without hesitation. “Kaito, that’s enough!” His voice echoed through the room, firm and commanding, the kind of order you don’t argue with. He closed the distance fast and placed a strong hand on Kaito’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. “You don’t treat your mother like that. You hear me?”

Kaito didn’t back down, but his jaw clenched.

“Of course… just what I needed. Now you,” he muttered with scorn, trying to shake him off. He didn’t succeed.

Bakugo lowered his head slightly, face to face with him.

“Don’t. Move,” he said through gritted teeth. “And I’m not done with you. Not after what you just did.”

“I wasn’t going to hurt her,” Kaito muttered, like he needed to convince himself more than anyone else. “I was just… angry.”

Bakugo didn’t let go. His voice dropped low, tense like a threat:

"Listen to me, Kaito: no one, no one lays a hand on my wife! Not even a finger! I don’t care how angry you are, you don’t push your mother, you don’t raise your voice at her, and you sure as hell don’t look at her like that. Got it?"

Kaito closed his eyes. One second. He took a deep breath, like he was trying to swallow his own rage.

“I get it,” he said quietly.

Bakugo didn’t shout this time. He leaned in just slightly, his eyes locked on Kaito’s, voice low but solid as steel.

“No, you don’t. If you got it, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle between them.

“You’re angry? Fine. You think life’s unfair? Fine. But that doesn’t give you the right to hurt the people who love you. You don’t lash out at your mother. Ever. You hear me?”

His voice softened just enough, but the edge never left.

“You wanna be a man? Then start acting like one. Own your anger. Control it. Don’t let it control you.”

Kaito lowered his gaze, jaw tight.

“…Okay.”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed as he stared Kaito down. In a low, dangerous tone he leaned in and snapped,

“I didn’t hear you. Louder.”

Before the tension could snap any tighter, you stepped forward and gently pressed your hand against Bakugo’s arm. Your voice was soft but firm:

“That’s enough. It’s okay, love.”

Bakugo clenched his jaw, but listened. He let go of his son’s shoulder, though his voice remained firm:

“Apologize to your mother. Now.”

Kaito blinked, his expression shifting in an instant, as if a bucket of cold water had just hit him.

“I… I’m really sorry, Mom,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I didn’t mean… I don’t know what I was thinking. I messed up. I’m so sorry.”

“I forgive you, Kaito,” you said gently, your voice steady despite the tightness in your chest. “I’m not angry. Just… scared. I need you to understand that you’re not alone, that I’m here to—”

“I know,” he cut in, barely above a whisper, eyes still avoiding yours. “Can I just… go to my room now, please?”

You nodded, though there was a sadness you couldn’t quite hide in your voice.

Bakugo was more direct:

“Yeah, go. But don’t forget what we said.”

Once Kaito left, the silence that filled the room was so thick it was hard to breathe. You stood still. Shaken.

And then, without saying a word, Bakugo wrapped you in his arms. Tight. Like he could hold everything together just by holding you. His warmth, the solid feel of his body, the steadiness in his breathing that was all that kept you grounded.

“It’s okay,” he murmured into your hair. “Kaito’s not a bad kid. He’s just lost. We’re gonna help him. You’re not alone in this. I swear.”

And in that embrace, everything broke. The tears started falling, one after another. Because even though the road ahead was long and hard, in that moment, one thing was crystal clear:

Even if the world fell apart, Bakugo was going to be there.

Holding you.

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