#so dinnertime anon...you Will get your answer tomorrow

[mythbits]

Just smooch his forehead but I'm so short I can't reach Hosts forehead pls get down here so I can give you a lil smooch right on the forehead

(despite him being Tall Bastard, you may give him….a smooch on the forehead. as little a treat.)

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Burning The Midnight Oil (Javier Peña x gn!Reader)

Summary: Javier has been burning the candle at both ends. He just needs some rest. Luckily, you’ve got your husband covered.

W/C: 3.4K

Warnings: oh boy um. language, non sexual nudity, brief sexual jokes/innuendo, lots of talk of sleep deprivation bc that’s a plot point here, brief mentions of alcohol and guns (maybe once each), mostly talk of food/eating, eating meat/pork (Javier does, not reader) otherwise I’d say it’s fluffy for the most part

A/N: ☄️ anon, god bless your soul for this idea!! I really love it so I banged it out in one night and here we are!!

You haven’t seen your husband in days. You know he’s exhausted, only ever showing up at home when you’re off at work. It’s a terrible situation, the only contact you’ve had with him being at odd hours over the phone.

The DEA has been all hands on deck this week, requiring their men to be there at all times unless they’re at home and sleeping; even then, they only get about six hours off at a time, many of them too wired to sleep. Javier only gets to come home every other day, usually during the middle of the day. He’s been staying up for a dangerous amount of time, in your opinion, leaving you just about ready to find the heads of the cartel and beat their asses yourself.

During the work week, you can’t complain. You have no right to. You knew when you and Javier had eloped and married that the man’s job was a baggage you’d be forced to carry as a couple. You normally didn’t mind, but when it goes into the weekend, that’s when you get mad. Not just that you don’t get your husband at home with you, but that he doesn’t get to be home. He deserves it. Javier hardly relaxes during the weekends, and essentially does not relax on weeknights until he’s fallen asleep with his head on your chest.

Saturday found you running errands, expecting Javier home by midday at the very latest. Returning home with a pep in your step and finding no Javier there, your mood and smile fell instantly. It’s Saturday; your husband should be home. They should be letting them go home, you thought angrily as you took your anger out by chopping the vegetables to go into your dinner. Surely Javier will be home by dinnertime.

Nothing. 6 P.M., 7 P.M., no Javier, just a dinner growing cold and your heart sinking. You knew Javier had got his break yesterday, and had been in the apartment while you worked, but a slightly rumpled bed was the only evidence he was even there.

At 8, you walk to the phone and dial the DEA office, specifically Javier’s extension.

Your husband picks up and his voice wrecks your heart. “Peña,” he mumbles, his voice crackly. It sounds like his morning grumble after a long night of sleep next to you.

“Javi,” you coo, heart breaking. “Baby, when are you coming home?”

Javier perches on the edge of his desk, phone tucked between his cheek and shoulder. “Fuck, cariño, I don’t know,” he admits, rubbing his face. “I just woke up, I got an hour nap in the break room office. We have to keep going. We’re so close, I can tell.”

You understand his desperation, but you know exactly what he looks like now, a stubble growing thanks to his time away from home, his eyes bloodshot and drooping. His hair is probably messy and his shirt is probably all wrinkly; you’re absolutely certain he’s holding a mug of the sludgy black coffee the office brews. He’s most definitely the picture of exhaustion, and even though you can’t see him, you know your husband. He is a wreck. “I can let Saturday slide, but you’re coming home tomorrow, I don’t care how long. I need to see you and you need to be taken care of.” “I’m doing just fine,” Javier shakes his head and you can hear a flick of a lighter as he’s most likely lighting a cigarette.

“You’re not, and don’t try to pull that card with me. I know you. You’re a disaster; I can tell from your voice. You haven’t eaten and you haven’t slept and you can’t deny it. I want you home as soon as you can tomorrow, you got it? Don’t you even fucking dare try it, Javier Fernando Peña.”

The full name: ouch. He sighs and exhales the cigarette smoke, then takes a sip of his coffee before answering you. “God, I fucking love you,” he chuckles softly. “Okay.”

Another sign of Javier’s exhaustion: how easily he gives in. Javier is a stubborn man, but over your years together he’s learned that you’re just as hard to budge. When both of you are set, neither of you can be moved. Your sarcasm and wit and willpower was what drew him to you in the first place; Javier could never have a compliant, submitting partner. He’d be a mess. He needs you to ground him, he knew and still knows it. It’s why you’re married now.

“I love you too, handsome. Call me before you come home, okay baby? I want to be awake for you,” you say, a soft smile on your face. Your voice is much warmer, less jagged and rough.

It’s the way you always get Javi, the thing that makes him melt the most: when you’re snapping one second and gentle the next. God, he fucking loves you. You understand him, you don’t question him when he comes home and doesn’t speak. You read him and then you hold him, and all of his fears dissipate with his calming breath. “Okay. I love you,” he repeats again, more earnest and purposeful. He wants you to know it; he worries you haven’t felt it in the past week. It’s also another sign of his exhaustion.

“I love you too, Javi,” you remind him as you chuckle and stand. “Don’t fall asleep on the job. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Javier groans and cracks his neck after hanging up, sliding the typewriter back to the beginning. Just a little longer, he tells himself, then he gets to come home to you.

-

The phone rings around 5 in the morning, waking you from a restless slumber. The sun is just starting to rise, making the sky lighter and colorful from its previous midnight blue. Knowing Javier would be calling, it was impossible for you to sleep fully, leaving you in a dozing state more similar to a daydream than to any form of REM.

“Hello?” You answer with a groggy voice, hoping it’s Javier. Who else could it be, at this hour on a Sunday morning?

“Hey, dulzura,” Javier sighs into the phone. “I’m packing up my shit now. We didn’t get Escobar, but we got one of his big guys late last night. They’re bringing in some Search Bloc guys and giving us tomorrow off.”

You nearly cry in relief at his words, making a noise between a sigh and a squeal,  heavy and happy. Javier laughs softly at your noise of relief, allowing himself to smile. His vision is hazy from the lack of sleep, but he’ll be cognizant enough after this last cup of coffee kicks in. “Get your ass home, Javi,” you tell him with a voice just as sleepy as his own. “You got an ETA for me?”

There’s a moment of silence as he looks at his watch. “5:45.”

Your eyes haven’t even opened yet, and you finally let them as you look at the clock. That’s soon, really soon, and it makes your heart speed up a little as your body forces you awake. “Great. I’ll see you then. Drive safe. If you’re too tired-”

“Steve will not be driving,” he cuts you off with a grumble. It makes you giggle a little, his adamance that Steve could never possibly do something better than him, more competently.

“Just reminding you. I’ll see you,” you tell him and hang up before he can make another sarcastic comment.

He’s glad you hang up so fast. He doesn’t have the brain power for a classic witty retort.

-

Javier goes to unlock the apartment door about half an hour later, but finds that his keys aren’t necessary: you’ve left the door unlocked for him.

He’d be ashamed to admit it to anyone but you, but it really does happen: Javier’s eyes water as he walks inside to the smell of cooking, the stream of soft light through the kitchen window, the sound of soft Sunday morning music drifting from the radio.

You’re at the oven, cooking, and turn when you hear a noise, grinning to see Javier. “Hey, handsome,” you squeal and rush over, wrapping your arms around him.

Javier buries his face in your hair, throwing his arms back around you. You smell fresh and clean, so soft in the fluffy robe he bought you for your birthday a few months ago now. You’re surprised to feel warm water drip from his eyes to your neck, and you pull away with a frown, cupping his face. “Are you okay, love?” You ask, wiping the tears from his eyes.

He nods. “So tired,” he admits and swallows hard. “So glad I’m home. So lucky I have you.”

You have a feeling he doesn’t have the energy to kiss you. Instead, you press your forehead to his and squeeze him tight in your arms. “Okay. I cooked breakfast. You need it. Why don’t you go take a shower?” You ask, breaking away and rubbing his arms.

He shakes his head. “My arms feel like lead. I don’t know if I can even wash my hair,” he admits, his voice a low rumble from his chest. “Just let me sleep, baby.”

“I’ll come with you, then,” you offer, already unbuttoning his shirt and working it off of him purely for comfort. You know your way around your husband’s body by now. You could unbutton his shirts blind; in fact, you have. “Come on, cariño,” you murmur and pull him along to the bathroom by the side of an unbuttoned shirt.

Once in the bathroom, Javier blinks and squints at the bright vanity lights, overwhelmed. You turn on the shower, the bathroom filling with warmth as the water heats and steam fills the air. Even in his tired state, Javier loves to undress you. He tugs the belt from your fuzzy robe, sliding it off your shoulders and tossing it on the counter. You then strip off your respective clothes, and you’re the first to step into the stream of the warm water.

Javi doesn’t have to say anything; you can tell his thoughts from your gaze. His eyes rake your body, taking in the sight of his most beloved person on the planet in all of your naked glory. He climbs in after you, and you grab a bar of soap and get to scrubbing, covering all of Javier’s body with the cucumber-scented suds. He leans his head back against the shower wall, loving your warm hands and the hot water. If he wasn’t standing, if his back wasn’t aching so hard, he’d fall asleep here and now. He’s never been more blissful.

You rinse his body then work his shampoo into his thick hair, your fingers scratching his scalp and massaging his head. “You’re the fucking best,” Javi mumbles sleepily. You just chuckle and work the soap into his hair, stripping it of the grime and cigarette smoke of the office, until he’s wiped clean, ready to start anew.

Later, you wash yourself and let Javier enjoy the hot stream of the water. He’s so zoned out you can’t even tell if he’s awake. You have to actually check. “Javi, baby?”

“Hm?” He mumbles

“Did you fall asleep on me?” You chuckle as you turn off the shower, which makes Javier frown at the loss of warmth.

“‘Course not,” he grumbles, taking the fluffy towel from you and wiping his face.

After the two of you have dressed in fresh clothes, you sit on the edge of your bed and wait for Javier to finish. He pulls a worn t-shirt over his head, then comes and sits next to you, kissing the side of your head. “You’re so good to me,” he mumbles into your temple.

He goes to flop back but you put an arm around him, catching him. “Excuse me, Agent. I made breakfast,” you chuckle and sneak a kiss from his lips, chuckling at the way his mustache is still a little damp. “When was the last time you ate?”

Javier stares off as he considers it. It takes a while for him to respond. You nod at that. “Exactly. Come on, I made breakfast just the way you like it.”

The food is still somewhat warm when you find your way to the kitchen. Javier loves the local cuisine, always has, but something about an American breakfast makes him weak at the knees. He sits at the kitchen counter and sighs as you hand him a plate of buttered toast. “There’s your appetizer,” you chuckle and head back to the stove. Half-cooked bacon, which you turned off when he came in, sits in a pan, and you turn it back on to finish. You crack a couple of eggs into another pan, making sure they sit just right so they’re the way Javi likes them: fried. You sprinkle them with salt and pepper, humming to the radio as you cook.

The sizzling bacon makes Javier’s stomach grumble. The toast isn’t even that warm anymore, but the carby goodness fills Javi’s mouth and suddenly he’s never felt so ravenous. The two pieces of buttered toast are devoured in a heartbeat.

Bringing him a mug, you pour some coffee and his favorite creamer in. “You’d better tip me later,” you tease him with a wink as you return to the stove, flipping the bacon and putting some onto a plate.

“I will tip you anything you want, I swear,” he murmurs before sipping at the ceramic mug, the warm coffee going down like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, warming him from the inside out. The A/C blasts in the apartment, making his dripping hair feel even colder.

In yet another pan, you start pouring the premade pancake mix you’d prepared before he got home. “All of this and the sun is barely up,” He muses, wandering to the other side of the counter and stealing a strip of bacon.

“Quit,” you whine and smack his hand, making the bacon fall back onto the plate. “Your order isn’t ready yet, sir. Stop harassing the cook.” When his arms wrap around you, your defenses fall. “Go sit down,” you say weakly as he kisses your neck.

At least he obeys. Javier sits in his chair and watches you intently, downing his coffee in a short amount of time.

Finally, the feast all comes together, and you present it to Javier on a large plate: bacon, fried eggs, fruit (which you know he won’t eat, but it’s worth a shot), and heart-shaped pancakes. “I wanted to make a pistol, but I’m not super artistic,” you chuckle as you refer to the fluffy cakes on the plate.

Javier shakes his head but smiles. “Thank you, dulzura,” he manages out before he digs in, devouring the plate at a breakneck speed. You’re content to watch, standing across from him. You go to refill his coffee and come back to find the pancakes completely gone.

It doesn’t take much time at all before the plate is wiped clean, the entire thing in Javier’s stomach. Food has never been the biggest concern for him; he skips meals often for work, and you suspect he hasn’t done much more than snack here or there over the past week. His eyes droop even further now that he has a full stomach, and it warms your heart. You’ve got your husband cleaned and fed; now all you need is one last step before you have your beloved Javi back.

“Alright, handsome,” you smile as you drape your arms across his shoulders. “Nap time.”

He can’t deny that. He stands, letting your arms fall off his shoulders. He pulls you around to his front and wraps his arms around you; you know what comes next in this routine. Your feet slide on top of his and Javier walks the two of you to the bedroom, you backwards and being led by him. Javier is not an overly affectionate man: kisses and sex, primarily, hugs if one of you really needs it. This is his one little act he insists on, since you don’t let him carry you.

As you waddle along, you kiss along Javier’s jaw, giving him all of the affection he missed out on in the past week. When you finally enter your bedroom, you stop as you feel the backs of your calves against the bed. You know this routine all too well. It’s usually reserved for when Javier can’t get his hands off of you, when you desperately need him on top of you, surrounding you, kissing your neck. “Wait,” you murmur and step off of his feet, going to pull back the covers.

You return to the end of the bed, standing on top of his feet again. “There,” you say with a grin, and Javi has no choice but to grin back then kiss you. “Okay, continue.”

Then your routine resumes: you fall backwards onto the bed and Javier falls on top of you. You both grunt with the impact but you smile, wrapping one arm around Javi while the other grabs the sheets and blankets and pulls them over the both of you.

Javi’s cheek is nestled against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, his eyes already shut. “Real cute. Get off of me now,” you tease and nudge his side.

His body beneath yours is all he’s needed, all he’s dreamt about while half-consciously dreaming on the apartment couch. He can feel your chest rise and fall, his head going with it. “No,” he simply mutters, his face squished against the skin encasing your beating heart. “M’comftrble.”

You can’t deny him that, you chuckle, your hands reaching down to entangle your fingers in his dark brown hair, nearly black from the dampness it holds. “Fine,” you sigh, whispering the word to him. “I love you so much, Javi. Missed you. Missed my man.”

“Missed you too, dulzura,” Javi mumbles back, but it’s clear he’s almost already out.

“How long were you up, minus that nap, Javi?” You ask.

He thinks on it for a minute, and you think he might’ve fallen asleep until he responds. “36.”

“Hours?” you exclaim quietly, massaging his scalp. “Baby.”

“I know. Had’ta.”

“Well, you can sleep as long as you need to now, love,” you murmur and kiss his forehead. He makes a soft noise of disapproval. “Just a nap. Wake me in like an hour.”

“Okay,” you lie, knowing you’ll let him sleep as long as his body needs it. “Rest now, baby.”

Javier nods and you exhale deeply, holding his head to your chest. He’s back now, your husband, and you know he’s safe, know he’s healthy and well taken-care of: you did it yourself. His breathing slows. You can feel it against your chest, the way the steady rise and fall becomes slower and slower and you know you’ve won when you hear a soft snore, his parted lips smashed against your chest.

You stay like that for a while, Javier lying on top of you and resting. It’s a comfort to have him pressed against you, to feel your husband’s body and know that he’s here. It’s even better to know he’s resting well, deeply, from the way he slumbers against your body. You intermittently kiss his head, continuing to rub his head in hopes it’ll loosen the tension he’ll surely have when he wakes.

About an hour passes, and you find yourself drowsier and drowsier as the sun rises higher and higher in the sky. Scooting out from beneath Javier, you replace your chest with a pillow to support his face. Rolling him slightly to the side, you cuddle in behind him and spoon him, your arms around him.

The quiet Sunday morning is all too perfect. You drift off too, then wake up an hour or two later and proceed about your household chores. You burn some pretty candles, clean, listen to the radio.

Javier doesn’t wake until 10 P.M. that night, 15 hours after he fell asleep.

Some nap.

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Please some fluffiness of Marnie taking care of Shane as a child

Speaking of things getting out of control and ending up way longer than I intended, this one just got away from me and I couldn’t stop myself.  Such a fun one to write, thanks, Anon!  I hope you enjoy!

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Marnie nervously glanced between the clock and her front door, back and forth, as she waited for her sister to arrive.  She had received an unexpected call from her sister Peggy, nearly in tears as she vented about her son Shane’s behavior.  Apparently he was acting out in school, his grades were failing, and he was giving her tremendous amounts of attitude at home.  With his winter break from school beginning, Peggy was desperate to get him out of the house, if even for a few days.  She reasoned that a few days on the family’s ranch would be the kick in the pants he needed to start acting right.  Marnie was never very good with kids, but she always seemed to get along well with her nephew, Shane.  She would never admit it to her other nieces or nephews, but sweet little Shane was actually her favorite.  When she had received the frantic call from Peggy, she was happy to oblige and invited Shane to stay in one of the spare bedrooms for a few days to give both Shane and Peggy some space.

When she finally heard a knock on the door, over an hour past the time her sister was supposed to arrive, Marnie swiftly opened the door to find Peggy and Shane standing at her doorstep, both looking miserable.

“Thank you so much for this, Marnie,” Peggy sighed, barreling past Marnie into the house.  Shane quietly followed, holding a small duffel bag.

“No problem, Peg,” Marnie answered, closing the door quickly to prevent more cold winter air from entering the house.

“He’s driving me absolutely crazy,” Peggy huffed, throwing her hands up dramatically in the air.  Shane shuffled away from the door and stood off to the side, his head down the whole time.

“Please, keep your voice down, he can hear you,” Marnie whispered, narrowing her eyes at her sister.

“I don’t care, I’ve just about reached the end of my rope with him,” Peggy hollered frantically.  “Maybe spending a few days on the ranch and seeing what a REAL day’s work is all about will make him appreciate how good he has it at home.  Don’t hold back on him, put that boy to work.”

“Alright, Peg, I think I’ve got it,” Marnie said firmly.  She could see Shane shifting uncomfortably in place and knew that it was best to get her out the door as quickly as possible to prevent a heated argument.  “Go home, relax, and unwind for a few days.  I’ve got this.”

“Good luck, Marnie, you’re gonna need it,” Peggy snapped, narrowing her eyes slightly at Shane.  Peggy approached Shane and looked down at him, her expression becoming serious.  “You be on your best behavior for your Aunt Marnie, you understand?  If I so much as hear that you were anything but well-behaved for her, Yoba help me you will be in a world of trouble.”

“Yes, Mama,” Shane uttered quietly.

“See you both in a few days,” Peggy said, waving to the both of them as she headed toward the door.

“See you in a few days,” Marnie repeated, showing Peggy out the door.  Once Peggy was gone, Marnie turned to Shane and gave him a warm, welcoming smile.

“Hey, kiddo,” Marnie said softly, crouching down next to him to look at him at his level.

“Hey, Aunt Marnie,” Shane replied quietly.  He finally turned his eyes from the floor to look at Marnie and she could swear she saw the smallest hint of a smile.

“Go ahead and set your luggage down, I want to take you on a tour of the ranch,” Marnie said gently.  “It’s been awhile since you’ve been here, I thought you might like to meet some new members of the family.”  Shane tilted his head in confusion, causing Marnie to chuckle slightly.  “I just mean some new animals.”

Shane set his duffel bag on the floor and followed Marnie outside toward the large enclosure where she kept her animals.  Right away, Marnie could see Shane cower slightly at the sight of her large dairy cows, he seemed to position himself slightly behind Marnie and she suspected that he might be slightly intimidated by such large animals.

“These are my cows, in the morning I’ll show you how to milk them,” Marnie began.  “They look intimidating now, but I promise you they’re very friendly girls.”

“They’re a lot bigger than I thought they’d be,” Shane said hesitantly.

“That’s because you’re seven,” Marnie said jokingly.  “Everything looks a lot bigger when you’re seven years old.”

Marnie continued past the cows and into the coop where she kept her chickens.

“Here’s the chicken coop,” Marnie went on, gesturing toward the many chickens that were strutting around and pecking at the ground.  “They’re a lot smaller, so maybe they won’t be so bad.”

Shane glanced curiously around the chicken coop, he seemed a lot more open to the idea of working with the chickens than he did with the cows.

“Tomorrow we can work together to collect their eggs and clean out the coop, it has to be done every day or else the floor will be littered with debris and droppings,” Marnie said casually, though Shane immediately grimaced.

“Ew, gross, we have to clean their poop?!” Shane exclaimed, looking disgusted.  Marnie couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Hey, animals have to do their business the same as the rest of us!” Marnie said in amusement.  “Just be glad I’m not making you clean up the droppings from the cows, pigs, or sheep, chickens are smaller so it’s not as bad.”

“But Mama said I had to nothing but work the whole time I’m here,” Shane said in disappointment.

“Well, what your mama doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Marnie said with a wink.  “I’ll have you help with a few things here and there, but I want you to enjoy yourself, Shane.  I won’t make you shovel animal droppings all day long, I’m not THAT mean.”

Marnie very quickly showed Shane the rest of her ranch and introduced him to the pigs, sheep, and goats.  Much like with the cows, he seemed to want to keep his distance from the bigger animals.  It might be a good idea to just put him in charge of the coop tomorrow, it might help him feel better knowing that he’s fully in charge of something.  Once the tour was complete, Marnie led him back into the house so that they could wash their hands.  Marnie glanced up at the clock and was startled to see that it was starting to get a bit late in the day.

“It’s almost dinnertime, would you like to go to the saloon with me to grab some dinner?” Marnie offered with a shrug.

Shane nodded quietly.

“What do ya say… does some pizza sound good?” Marnie asked in a slightly higher voice, grinning at Shane.  She knew it was his favorite.

“I LOVE pizza, Aunt Marnie!” Shane exclaimed, suddenly perking up.

“I know you do,” Marnie replied affectionately.  “I want you to enjoy yourself while you’re here, it sounds like things are rough at home right now and I think you need a break just as much as your mama does.”

“Yeah, Mama’s been getting mad at me lately,” Shane said sadly.

“Wanna talk about it over some pizza?” Marnie asked, resting a comforting hand on Shane’s shoulder.  “I’d love to listen.”

“Yeah… we can talk about it,” Shane answered with a small nod.

“Great.  Let’s get your coat on, it’s freezing outside,” Marnie said, walking toward the duffel bag that Shane had brought.

“I don’t have a coat,” Shane said, causing Marnie to stop dead in her tracks.

“You don’t have a coat?” Marnie asked softly, looking at Shane in shock.

“I lost it at school and Mama won’t get me a new one, she says that coats are expensive and that if I’m going to lose expensive things, I don’t get to have a new one,” Shane answered, looking down at his feet once more in embarrassment.  Marnie’s heart fell at the sight of Shane awkwardly shifting in place, looking away.  It was heartbreaking.

“Well I’m sure I have something here that you can use to stay warm,” Marnie finally said, sniffing to try to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall from the corners of her eyes.  She didn’t want to start crying in front of her nephew.

Marnie quickly crossed the room to her coat closet and was able to find an old work jacket of hers that she could no longer wear.  She had purchased it in her thinner days, before she befriended the local farmer who kept her in a constant supply of pumpkins for freshly made pumpkin pie.  This jacket certainly didn’t fit her anymore, at least it could be put to good use.  When she helped Shane get the jacket on, she had to stifle a laugh at the sight of the sleeves hanging over six inches longer than his arms and the hem of the jacket brushing along the tops of his knees.  She helped him roll the sleeves up as best she could, though it resulted in his arms looking like big, puffy marshmallows.

“Lookin’ good, kiddo,” Marnie said affectionately, flashing him a thumbs up.

“Thanks, Aunt Marnie,” Shane said appreciatively.

Marnie quickly put on her own coat and opened the door to let Shane through so that they could head to the saloon.  Once Marnie closed the door behind her and began walking, she faltered for a moment as she felt Shane’s small hand reach for hers, holding her hand as they walked side by side into town.

[btshogwartsauheadcanons]

The Joys of Transfiguration (and everything in between)

Pairings: Namjoon x Hufflepuff!reader (friends to lovers)

requested by @anon

Hi! Idk if you're doing requests or anything but I really really enjoy your headcanons!! I was wondering if u would be able to do a namjoon x Hufflepuff reader friends to lovers one?? Where Namjoon is looking for jungkook as a bunny after a prank gone wrong and he finds the reader taking care of him not knowing it's Kookie or smth like that? Thank you so much ur fantastic :D !!

Ratings: Fluff

Featuring: Whipped Bunny Jungkook, Seokjin’s red crocs, very clueless Jimin, A Saltbae-sized sprinkle of TaeGi because you know me, and brief mentions of Hoseok being an awesome captain

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Thanks so much for the request anon! I hope you and everyone else enjoys it!

“Hyung, can we go eat dinner already?” Taehyung groaned as he rolled around on Namjoon’s bed and looked up at his friend with pleading, puppy-dog eyes. His adoptive older brother, however, didn’t even lift his eyes from the piece of parchment he was scribbling on.

“You go ahead and eat Taehyung-ah. I’m almost done with this,” he answered. Taehyung pouted and rolled to the opposite side of the bed, knowing that ‘almost’ in Namjoon language took up a range of five minutes to four hours.

“Come on, we need to see how everyone else is reacting to Seokjin-hyung parading around the Great Hall in red crocs,” Taehyung said, hoping to somehow tempt his hyung. “What are you even writing anywat?” he asked, crawling over to sit beside Namjoon.

“Just… a poem,” his hyung answered. Despite the controlled expression on his face, Taehyung spotted the slight movement on his lips that indicated what, or rather, who, the poem was about.

“It’s for Y/N-noona again, isn’t it?” Taehyung grinned. 

“Yeah, yeah it is,” Namjoon scrunched up his nose and smiled. “I just… got some inspiration again.”

“When are you going to stop writing what you want to say and saying what you want to say instead?” Taehyung asked. “I mean, can’t you just walk up to her and say ‘Y/N-ah, I love you,’” he said in his best imitation of Namjoon’s voice.

“It’s not that easy, you know that,” Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, you haven’t confessed to Yoongi-hyung either.” At hearing this, Taehyung pursed his lips and looked wide-eyed at the starry ceiling of their Ravenclaw dormitory. Namjoon chuckled and shook his head. Taehyung always had that funny, embarrassed yet shy look on his face whenever he talked to him about his crush.

“Fair point,” he finally said.

“Even if I did confess to her, I wouldn’t know what to say,” Namjoon muttered. “It’s easier to write words down.” With that, he went back to his poem and scribbled a few more lines on the parchment. Being from a muggle-born family, Namjoon didn’t see the sense in using quills and ink in class, especially since he often spilled the ink from his inkwell, but he would use them nonetheless. But when he was writing something as genuine as a poem, he’d rather not take the risk and go with an old-fashioned pencil.

“Joon! Namjoon-ah!” an all-too familiar voice echoed through the stairwell. Namjoon hurriedly sandwiched his poem in between two books and placed them on a stack near his bed.

“Y/N-noona!” Taehyung grinned and jumped off the bed. Namjoon quickly followed behind as his friend raced down the steps of their dormitory.

“It’s already dinnertime, are you guys going to eat or what?” he heard you say. You were standing, cross-armed at the bottom of the stairwell. Namjoon knew that you had just finished practice judging by how it was a Friday and that you were still wearing your bright yellow, Hufflepuff Quidditch uniform.

“Namjoon-hyung didn’t want to leave yet,” Taehyung accused his friend.

“I was just finishing something,” Namjoon nudged him. “Anyway, sorry to make you wait. You can go without us next time.”

“Not a chance!” you smiled and shook your head. “Now let’s go and eat. I’m starving,” you turned around and walked ahead.

“If we hurry, we’ll be able to spot Seokjin-hyung parading his red crocs around,” Taehyung grinned.

“No way, did Jungkook prank him again?” you laughed. Namjoon walked beside you and chuckled at Taehyung’s news, only his eyes weren’t on him.

“Sure did! Namjoon-hyung helped a lot too.”

“I convinced him that red crocs were the epitome of fashion in the muggle world,” Namjoon nodded proudly. “Since he wouldn’t believe Jungkook of course.”

“I guess dinner is going to be all the more entertaining,” you, the corner of your lip uplifted in a sneaky smile.

“I-I’ll go ahead!” Taehyung exclaimed, as if he discovered the most brilliant idea ever, which in Namjoon’s case, was. “Don’t want to miss any of that red crocs action.”

“Alright,” Namjoon shrugged, feigning nonchalance when in fact he was giving Taehyung the biggest telepathic high-five ever. Taehyung grinned and ran ahead but not before flashing a very obvious thumbs-up.

“I guess he’s really excited to see it,” you observed.

“It was kind of his idea,” Namjoon said. “I bet to him it’s like seeing his newly-born child.”

“That’s a very accurate but weird way of looking at it,” you laughed. Namjoon smiled to himself, proud that he made you laugh but also kind of embarrassed at that weird description he thought of on the spot. “So, how was practice earlier?”

“Tiring, as always,” you sighed and rubbed at sore muscle on your right shoulder. “Hoseok’s a great captain but boy is he merciless.”

“Make sure you eat a lot later,” Namjoon reminded you. “And drink some chocolate milk. I know that helps a lot with cramps in your muscles. There’s also this pressure point that my grandmother told me about on your arm near the elbow that helps relieve tension when you press it.”

“Really?” you looked up at him with wide eyes. Namjoon nodded, taking your arm and gently prodding at the said pressure point. Sure enough, you felt the soreness from your shoulder earlier fade away. “Wow, it does come in handy. Thanks for that!” you smiled gratefully at him.

“It’s no problem,” Namjoon shook his head.

The two of you soon reached the Great Hall where almost everyone was already seated and enjoying the Friday night dinner. It was often a bit grander compared to other weekday feasts simply because it was a Friday. You and Namjoon quickly found your friends causing a bit of a commotion, like always, with Seokjin at the center of attention angrily removing his red crocs.

“Seriously?! I walked around in this all day,” Seokjin groaned and kicked the red crocs away.

“Looks like Taehyung’s and your prank really did work,” you laughed and nudged Namjoon who wasn’t even trying to contain his laughter. Besides Seokjin, his friends Taehyung, Jungkook and Yoongi were sitting and taking pictures at the Ravenclaw dinner table. Jimin and Hoseok were at the Hufflepuff dinner table with the other Quidditch team players discussing team strategy. Despite the hilarious commotion his friends were causing, Namjoon couldn’t help but sigh knowing that you had to go join your teammates for dinner. He understood how important it was to you but sometimes he just selfishly wanted you all to himself.

“I better join the team,” you said gesturing over your shoulder at Hoseok who was waving you over. “I’ll come by after the meeting to eat dinner with you, okay Namjoon?”

“Y-yeah! Just take your time,” Namjoon nodded.

“I’m coming back to eat dinner with you,” you shook your head. “I finished reading the novel you lent me so you owe me another book recommendation,” you pointed at him. Namjoon didn’t care if he was called a nerd or a geek for it, but he sure felt as if he was falling for you every time you said that you finished a novel he recommended to you. It was kind of how you two bonded after all. When the two of you talked for about five hours about books, Namjoon knew you were the one.

“Sure,” he smiled, waving you off before sitting down beside Taehyung.

“Hey! You were in this too, weren’t you!” Seokjin pointed at him once he sat down. “Wow, I thought you were my friend.”

“Doesn’t mean I love pranking you,” Namjoon snickered. “But then again, if anyone could look good in crocs, it’s you hyung.”

“Flattery won’t work this time,” Seokjin pouted and sat down. “I guess my only friend right now is food,” he sighed and began piling rice on his plate.

“These pictures are going to be all over the Great Hall tomorrow,” Jungkook grinned at his camera and showed it off to Yoongi beside him.

“I still can’t believe you’d think red crocs are hot fashion in the muggle world,” Yoongi shook his head at Seokjin. “I mean, look at them! They look like tiny, weird, rubber boats.”

“Taehyung wears weird stuff all the time!” Seokjin protested.

“Tiny, weird, rubber boats…” Taehyung muttered. “Hey, what if we make them gigantic rubber boats!”

“And have a race in the Great Lake!” Jungkook added.

“Hey, Headmistress McGonagall already put you two in detention for messing around in the Great Lake,” Yoongi warned them.

“Yeah but you can bail us out again, right hyung?” Jungkook smiled cheekily at him. Namjoon snickered, knowing that Yoongi was still going to give in to their requests no matter how many times he had to do it.

“I think that’s a ‘yes’,” Taehyung grinned. Yoongi glanced at him once and groaned, an indication that he was going to do it after all.

“Hold on, I think I’m being called for a team meeting,” Jungkook said, looking over their heads at the Slytherin Quidditch team captain waving him over to their table. The game between Hufflepuff and Slytherin was in two weeks so most teams were already getting their strategies and workout regimens ready. “See you guys,” he waved and walked away.

“Man, I wish there was some way I could prank him back,” Seokjin muttered, poking at his rice with his chopsticks. “It might fun seeing one of the biggest pranksters here getting pranked himself.”

“You might need some accomplices for that one, hyung,” Namjoon advised. “If it’s just you alone, there’s a chance Jungkook will find something fishy quickly.”

“You’re right,” Seokjin nodded. “Yoongi—”

“Nope,” Yoongi cut him off.

“I can help,” Taehyung piped up.

“Yeah right, you’ll probably find a way to prank me too,” Seokjin looked at him with distrust.

“I think it would also be funny to see him get pranked,” Taehyung shrugged. “And I’ll do it right if you pay me. I’ll take twenty galleons worth of stuff from either Honeydukes or Zonko’s.”

“You’d sell out your prank buddy like that?” Yoongi frowned.

“He’d do the same to me. That’s how friendship works,” Taehyung said. Yoongi mulled that statement over in his head for a while before nodding in agreement.

“Alright then,” Seokjin grinned. “Prank him good and you’ve got yourselves a deal.” He reached out his hand and the two shook on it.

“How are you planning to prank Jungkook then?” Namjoon asked.

“You guys come up with a situation or an excuse,” Taehyung answered. “But I’ve mastered the perfect spell for this,” he grinned smugly.

“Is it another awesome Transfiguration spell?” Namjoon asked, clearly sounding impressed. He always admired the new and often complicated Transfiguration spells Taehyung invented.

“Yup,” Taehyung nodded sagely. “Recently I’ve learned how to transfigure ordinary black robes… into Fruit Roll-ups.” He grinned up at his seatmates, clearly awaiting some kind of applause but instead being greeted with confused looks on Yoongi and Seokjin’s faces and pure exasperation on Namjoon’s.

“Fruit… Roll-ups,” Yoongi repeated slowly.

“They’re this kind of candy in the muggle world,” Namjoon explained. “They’re like sheets of gummy candy that kind of taste like fruit but are really just artificial.”

“How did you come up with that?” Yoongi stared at Taehyung with a mixture of awe and confusion.

“In Transfiguration class, professor taught us a spell to change the colors of ordinary robes,” Taehyung explained. “But I was craving Fruit Roll-ups too so I guess I turned the robes into candy,” he shrugged.

“I can’t believe you sometimes,” Yoongi shook his head. Namjoon nodded in agreement.

“Will it look weird and gross on Jungkook?” Seokjin asked.

“Very,” Taehyung raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll take it,” Seokjin nodded. “Jungkook’s got another thing coming for him now.”

…

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that you fell in love Hogwarts your carriage arrived at the entrance. You loved the Great Hall, the warm and cozy Hufflepuff Common Room, the Great Lake, and the gigantic Quidditch stadium. It was quite easy for you making friends considering how inviting your fellow Hufflepuffs, both in your year and above, were to each other. You even found yourself having a slumber party with the other girls in your dormitory, giggling and sharing stories until you all passed out late at night. There was never a feeling of homesickness in sight.

But of course, the introverted side of you got tired of the constant social interaction. Which is exactly what led you to visiting the library early in your first week of classes. Somehow, you found time to escape all the flurry activities to read a book, or two, for a few hours each week in the library.

And that’s how you met Kim Namjoon.

Well, not exactly meet him for the first time. The two of you shared Potions, Transfiguration, and Charms class together. You didn’t know much about him except for the fact that he was a bit shy around his classmates but he always raised his hand and answered perfectly when the professor called him. When you saw him in the library, poring over a textbook with another stack of books next to him, you didn’t need to guess much to figure out why he was so smart.

The first few months of school, the only interactions you two had were smiles and nods when you passed each other in the library aisles. You always stayed around him long enough to read the title of the book he was currently reading before retreating to your own reading spot. You couldn’t help it, whenever you saw someone reading a book curiosity compelled you to read the title.

The only time you talked to him, like actually talked to him, was when you found him passed out over his books on a Sunday night. It was almost dinnertime and you didn’t see him take a break or anything so of course finding Namjoon like this kind of worried you. Taking matters in your own house, you slid it into the seat in front of him and knocked on the table to wake him up.

“Hey, Kim Namjoon,” you said under your breath, gently shaking his shoulder. He groaned and sat up, to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“What time is it?” he yawned.

“It’s almost dinnertime,” you answered and placed a small carton of pumpkin juice in front of him. “I snuck this in. I thought you might need a drink.”

“Wow, thanks,” Namjoon smiled and gratefully took the pumpkin juice. You noticed the very adorable dimples that showed up on his cheeks when he smiled. “Thanks for waking me up too.”

“No problem,” you smiled back. “I figured you’d rather see someone other than Ms. Pince waking you up.”

“More like smacking me with a piece of parchment,” Namjoon chuckled, pulling out a parchment scroll from behind a stack of books. You looked over at it to find the Potions essay that Professor Slughorn gave everyone as homework. “Hey, have you finished the Potions essay yet?”

“Yeah, yesterday,” you nodded. “What did you make yours about?”

“I’m actually not finished with it yet,” Namjoon laughed sheepishly.

“I-It’s supposed to be two parchment scrolls long and it’s due to tomorrow,” you stammered.

“I always work on things the day before,” he said. That surprised you. Knowing how well he did in class, you expected Namjoon to be the kind of student who worked on homework the day it was given.

“The day before?” you repeated. “You always get high marks on your essays. How do you do it?”

“Procrastinating gives me time to think about things,” Namjoon said. “And I kind of spent most of my time reading yesterday.”

“’Frankenstein’ by Mary Shelley, right?” you smiled.

“Yeah,” Namjoon nodded and smiled back, showing off those adorable dimples again. “Have you read it?”

“A few times,” you said. “It’s quite exciting after all. It’s fun to read it when it’s raining outside.”

“It matches the mood perfectly,” Namjoon agreed. “I love reading books when it’s raining too.”

“And with a mug of tea,” you added.

“With that kind of set-up, I don’t think I’ll do an ounce of homework,” Namjoon chuckled.

“You know, the Hufflepuff Common Room has a really nice reading corner,” you said. “It’s basically just a carpet with a bunch of pillows around it. Some people like making a blanket fort, but it is a great spot for reading. You should come sometime.”

“R-really?” Namjoon stammered, clearly surprised.

“Sure,” you nodded. “Hufflepuffs are really friendly to outsiders.”

“I-I know that. It’s just that, I haven’t made a lot of friends yet, except for Hoseok and two of my other hyungs,” Namjoon explained. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Of course,” you grinned. “It’s nice to meet another person who loves reading.”

“The Ravenclaw Common Room is way too chaotic for reading,” Namjoon chuckled. “Even late at night, you’ll find someone incubating salamander eggs in the furnace.”

“At least you’re not in the Gryffindor Common Room,” you raised an eyebrow.

“At least I’m not in the Gryffindor Common Room,” Namjoon agreed.

…

“Taehyung, how many neckties do you have?” Seokjin asked, looking over Taehyung’s shoulder as he rifled through the chest near his bed.

“Enough,” Taehyung shrugged, pulling a purple-and-blue polka dot tie and putting it over his neck. He always wore his favorite neckties on Saturdays and Sundays. If he didn’t love Ravenclaw so much, Namjoon was sure Taehyung would wear a weird necktie every day.

“Did someone fetch Jungkook yet?” Seokjin asked.

“Yeah, I talked to him during breakfast,” Namjoon said. “He’ll come up as soon as he finishes doing his morning routine of pining over Jimin.”

“That’s going to take a while,” Taehyung and Seokjin chorused.

“Hey guys, I’m here,” Jungkook appeared, jogging up the steps to the Ravenclaw boy’s dormitory. “Did I miss anything.” Namjoon, Seokjin, and Taehyung glanced at each other and shook their heads.

“You’re just in time,” Taehyung said.

“Are you sure you can actually transfigure normal robes into invisibility robes?” Jungkook asked.

“He did it to me last night,” Namjoon lied. He didn’t participate in pranks much himself but he was the best accomplice to have since most people believed what he would say. “I used it to sneak this book out of the library,” he added, holding up the book he was currently reading.

“That’s awesome,” Jungkook looked at Taehyung who was grinning smugly.

“You guys can mess with Filch even more now,” Seokjin suggested. “Or give Peeves a run for his money.”

“Alright,” Jungkook nodded, seemingly convinced and looked at Taehyung who was already holding out his wand. “Ready when you are.”

Only Namjoon could have spotted the knowing glance that Seokjin and Taehyung exchanged before casting the spell. But no one could have expected Jungkook to turn into a small, black and white rabbit. Everyone fell silent for a while, watching bunny Jungkook hop around, sniffing the air curiously, until finally Taehyung spoke up.

“I don’t think the spell’s supposed to do that…”

“You think?” Seokjin wildly gestured at Jungkook. “He’s a bunny!”

“A very cute one at that,” Taehyung smiled sheepishly.

“That isn’t making this situation better,” Seokjin sighed.

Namjoon got off the bed he was sitting on and walked slowly towards the Jungkook bunny. It looked up at him, twitched its ears, before jumping towards his foot. Namjoon knelt down and scooped him up in his hands.

“I think he still recognizes us,” Namjoon said. “Jungkook, nod twice if you understand me.” The bunny looked up at him and nodded twice.

“He’s going to be so mad when he turns back into himself,” Taehyung winced.

“You’re the one who said you could turn his clothes into Fruit Roll whatevers,” Seokjin blamed him.

“First of all, they’re called Fruit Roll-ups. Do not disgrace a holy name.” Seokjin rolled his eyes. “And secondly, you’re the one who asked me to prank him.” Jungkook perked up his ears at the statement and looked at the two of them. If bunnies could narrow their eyes, Namjoon guessed that the Jungkook bunny was death-glaring at Taehyung and Seokjin.

“We’ll turn you back, I promise,” Seokjin said. Jungkook stuck its nose in the air and turned away.

“Do you think we should take him to Madame Pomfrey?” Namjoon suggested.

“No, no way,” Taehyung shook his head. “She said that she would send me straight to detention if I transfigured my friends into animals again.”

“Again?” Seokjin looked at him incredulously.

“Maybe around twelve times,” Namjoon shrugged. “So, who do we take Jungkook to?”

“I know! Professor Slughorn!” Taehyung exclaimed. “We’re close,” he bragged. Even though Taehyung wasn’t that good at Potions itself, Professor Slughorn clearly had a soft spot for him and often praised his outlandish Transfiguration achievements.

“Sounds good,” Seokjin nodded.

“You’ll be back your old Jungkookie self in a little bit,” Namjoon said, stroking Jungkook’s head. Although he had to admit, it was pretty nice seeing him in bunny form.

The three of them made their way out of the Ravenclaw tower and headed downstairs to the Dungeons where Professor Slughorn’s office was. It was a Saturday so there were students milling around the hallways or playing outside. Namjoon usually spent his Saturday mornings with you reading in the Hufflepuff room or doing a weird, crazy experiment in the Ravenclaw room. Of course, now you were busy practicing for the upcoming Quidditch match.

“Wow, those guys sure are prepared,” Seokjin said, pausing for a while to watch the Hufflepuff team as he walked by. Namjoon paused to look as well. You had joined the Quidditch team in your second year as a Seeker. Practice with everyone did eat up on your time together but Namjoon really loved seeing you fly, weaving in-between the goalposts and doing seamless loop-de-loops in the air. There was a small feeling of worry in his chest whenever he saw you but he always believed that you could handle yourself on a broom.

Right now, Hoseok was making everyone do drills by attempting to toss the Quaffle through the goalposts while he was guarding it. Jungkook was watching too, standing up on his hind legs with his ears perked up whenever he saw Jimin make a shot. Even in bunny form, Jungkook was still whipped for Jimin. Namjoon wasn’t any different as he stared up at you, doing your own drills by chasing a golden snitch around the field.

“No offense Jungkook but I think Hufflepuff is in it to win it again this year,” Taehyung said. Jungkook twitched his nose.

“Alright everyone. Good practice! Let’s have a break now and come back an hour after lunch,” Hoseok called. Namjoon could hear his loud, captain-like voice even from the ground. The rest of the team prepared to land except for you. From the looks of it, you found the snitch already and was chasing it down heavily. With one hand on your broom and the other hand outstretched, you dove directly downwards before pulling up sharply and snatching the snitch from the air.

If Namjoon had the chance to see that over and over again, he would.

“Nice catch,” Seokjin and Taehyung clapped once you landed next to your team. Namjoon watched as you removed your goggles, the ones he gave you for Christmas, and sat down on the bench to drink water.

“They really might give you guys a run for your money, right Jungkookie?” Namjoon said, looking down at his hands to find that bunny Jungkook disappeared. “J-Jungkook?”

“Weren’t you holding him?” Taehyung turned around. Namjoon looked wildly around him.

“I was but then when I looked down he wasn’t there,” he said.

“Isn’t that him?” Seokjin pointed at the grass where a black and white ball of fur could be seen hopping around and nibbling the grass. “He must be hungry,” Seokjin groaned and called after him. “Hey! Didn’t you eat breakfast already?” But bunny Jungkook ignored him and kept on hopping ahead, right towards where the Hufflepuff team was.

“I’ll go get him,” Namjoon said, already chasing after Jungkook. “You guys go get Professor Slughorn. Meet me in the Ravenclaw Common Room later.”

“Got it,” Taehyung nodded as he and Seokjin went ahead.

…

“Hoseok sure is drilling everyone to death,” you panted and took a sip from your water bottle. In front of you, Jimin grinned despite the sweat rolling down his flushed face.

“Can’t keep up, noona?” he teased.

“Shut up, I was thinking about you,” you huffed and took another drink of water. It was a Saturday morning so almost everyone in the castle was either sleeping in or relaxing in the Common Room. You were kind of annoyed that Quidditch practice was currently eating up on your time with Namjoon but then again, it was better than having Hoseok get mad at you. Right now, Hoseok dismissed the team for a lunch break, giving you a little extra free time before you had to go back.

“Hey, can you pass me my water bottle?” Jimin asked. “It’s on the ground next to the bench.”

“Alright,” you nodded, bending over to fetch Jimin’s bright blue water bottle when you spotted what appeared to be a black and white bunny hopping straight toward you. Any questions you had regarding where the bunny came from or why it was here disappeared when you saw it twitch its cute little nose.

“Awww… you seem lost little guy,” you cooed, holding out your hands on the ground. The bunny hopped forward hesitantly before finally jumping into your hands, making you squeal even louder.

“What is it?” Jimin asked, looking over your shoulder. You turned around to face him and showed the little bunny in your hands. Jimin’s face melted at the sight. “Awww… it’s so cute!” he reached out a hand and gently stroked the bunny’s fur. The bunny twitched it’s nose up at Jimin and stood slightly on its hind legs.

“I think it likes you,” you grinned and handed the bunny over to him. Jimin held it up near his face and kissed it lightly on its head. You giggled at the sight knowing that Jimin could hardly help himself when it came to petting and giving love to cute animals.

“Where do you think the owner is?” Jimin wondered.

“Hey! Guys!” you turned around and spotted Namjoon running toward you.

“Look! We found this cute little bunny,” Jimin greeted, holding up the bunny for him to see. “Do you know who it belongs to?”

“I-I found it in the greenhouse,” Namjoon stammered. “I named it Flopsy.”

“Awww, Flopsy!” Jimin grinned and played with the bunny’s ears. “It’s perfect!”

“Maybe we should find something for it to eat,” you suggested. “Something other than grass.”

“I know!” Jimin exclaimed. “Professor Sprout was growing Scullyweed in the greenhouse. Animals love that stuff. Watch over Flopsy while I go get it,” he said, handing Flopsy over to you. Flopsy tried to jump back into Jimin’s hands but you gently held him back.

“Jimin will be back later, Flopsy,” you cooed at him. “He’s getting you something good to eat.”

“Let’s meet later at the Ravenclaw Common Room,” Namjoon instructed Jimin who nodded and began heading to the greenhouse.

“See you later Flopsy!” Jimin waved before leaving.

…

Of all the people Jungkook decided to run to, it had to be you. You had such a soft spot for cute animals and once you were near one, it was almost impossible for you to walk away from it. Admittedly, it could have been worse if Jimin found Jungkook first. Jimin practically rivaled you when it came to his love for cute animals and Namjoon didn’t think Jungkook would want to escape Jimin’s affection either.

But then again, it wasn’t so bad for him seeing how cute you looked playing with bunny Jungkook.

“Man, I wish I could just stay here and play with Flopsy all day,” you sighed, leaning against one of the bedposts on Namjoon’s bed.

“You still have more Quidditch practice later?” Namjoon asked.

“After lunch,” you nodded. “Hoseok is really pulling all the stops this year.”

“When has he never not pulled all the stops?” Namjoon chuckled.

“True,” you grinned tiredly. “It’s eating up on my reading time with you,” you pouted. “After Quidditch season, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“You can make it up to me by catching the Golden Snitch,” Namjoon smirked and looked up at you. “Maybe when you do, you can yell out ‘Kim Namjoon is the coolest!’” or something.”

“’Study sessions with Kim Namjoon are open!’” you yelled. You grinned at him cheekily. “Something like that?”

“Hey! Last time I did that I hardly slept for a week!” Namjoon protested.

“But everyone did get good grades because of you,” you shrugged. “Still, I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“You don’t have to,” Namjoon smiled and shook his head. “It’s enough that you even hang out with me.”

“Hey,” you edged closer to Namjoon on the bed. “I don’t like hearing insecurity talk from you. And besides, it’s fun hanging out with you, and that’s not because you’re great at helping me do homework.”

“Ah, and now your ulterior motive comes up,” Namjoon sighed and nodded. “I should have known that that’s why you were hanging out with me all these years.”

“Shut up!” you laughed at his joke. “If I only befriended you because you helped me with my homework I wouldn’t be putting up with listening to all your weird conspiracy theories.”

“Hey, aliens are real!” Namjoon protested.

“Right, and the government is totally watching us through bird cameras,” you rolled your eyes.

“If Hogwarts is real I don’t see how that can’t,” Namjoon raised an eyebrow at you. You crossed your arms and leaned back.

“Touche.”

Jungkook hopped around the bed a few more times before finally stopping to rest on top of one of the stacks of books on Namjoon’s bed. You raised your hand up and petted it on the head.

“Man, I guess Flopsy’s finally tired,” you grinned and scratched him on the nose. Namjoon now felt himself pouting slightly at the interaction. Now he wished Taehyung cast that spell on him instead of Jungkook. But then again, if he was the bunny, he’d probably trip over his own paws while hopping.

“Jimin should be back any second now,” Namjoon said. And hopefully, so would Taehyung and Seokjin with some way to turn Jungkook back to normal. But, after hearing the name ‘Jimin’, Jungkook hopped excitedly off the stack of books, kicking most of them down on the floor in the process.

“Ah, you really shouldn’t stack your books on your bed,” you said, reaching down to pick up the fallen books off the floor.

“Sorry about that,” Namjoon apologized, crawling over to help pick up the books.

“You also keep leaving these sheets of parchment lying around,” you added, picking up a fallen sheet of parchment that had been wedged in-between the stack of books. “No wonder you sometimes have to rewrite your homework,” you chuckled.

“I know, I know,” Namjoon nodded. “I’ll try to put it all in a drawer.” You picked up the piece of parchment blank side up and right before you turned it over to see what was written, Namjoon caught a glimpse of his writing. It was a very brief glance, but long enough for him to remember what he wrote on it.

It was one of his poems for you.

…

“Y/N!” Namjoon reached a hand out to stop you but not before you read your name on the title of the poem. Your Quidditch reflexes kicked in to block Namjoon’s hand before he could grab the parchment.

“Why is my name here then?” you asked. You saw Namjoon swallow nervously as he searched for something to say. Even you felt your heart racing a bit faster, faster than when you were chasing after the Snitch earlier. Namjoon always let you read the poems he wrote so why was he so guarded about this now?

Maybe it was just you jumping to conclusions after three years of wishing that Namjoon shared the same feelings you did, but could it be that the poem was for you?

“Why are you so quiet?” you found yourself speaking up. “Can you… please say something? Anything?”

Namjoon looked into your eyes. It made you remember the first time you actually met in the library. At that time, you two were just young first years looking for a friend to share their interests with. Who would have known you would have begun to feel something more about him?

“It’s about you,” Namjoon finally confessed. He reached his hand out to you and you bit your lip before handing him the poem. He looked down at the words he wrote, fingers gently smoothing out the wrinkles in the parchment, a habit that you often saw him do while he was reading. Even though he was often called ‘Destruction Monster’ because of how clumsy he was, you did acknowledge the fact that he had such gentle-looking hands. You kept your eyes on them, uncertain of where else to look, as he read out the poem to you.

Whenever you read any of the poems or song lyrics he wrote, you were always dazzled by Namjoon’s gift with words. It probably came from all his reading and from the unique way he looked at the world which you always loved about him. His poetry always evoked some deep emotion within you. But now, hearing your own name spoken along with the words Namjoon skillfully stitched together, you felt something even deeper. The magic from Namjoon’s poem outshone almost every piece of magic in Hogwarts.

When he finished reading, neither of you spoke for a while, as if you two were afraid of somehow breaking something precious. But even without talking, you could sense Namjoon’s anxiety as he waited for your reaction and you hated seeing him so overwhelmed.

“Namjoon…” you began. Namjoon hesitantly met your eyes. You really wished you were as good as words as he was but the only things that came into your head were lines from those cheesy romantic novels you read secretly. Eventually, all you could say was “I feel the same way.”

The emotions on Namjoon’s face went from anxious to surprised to pure, utter happiness. You giggled at the sight of his dimples as he grinned.

“R-really?” he stammered, running a hand through his hair. “You like me? Me?”

“Why do you look like you’re about to spout a conspiracy theory?” you laughed at him.

“Are you kidding me? This is the best conspiracy theory I’ve ever discovered!” Namjoon laughed and hugged you.

“Who knows? An alien might appear in front of the door now,” you grinned, feeling your face flush as you hugged him back. Suddenly, the door slammed open and Taehyung ran in.

“Namjoon-hyung! I figured it out!” Taehyung yelled, pulling his wand out. You and Namjoon turned to watch as Taehyung walked towards where Flopsy still was resting on the bed. “All I need to do is cast that spell that undoes Transfiguration spells.” He directed his wand at Flopsy and yelled “Reparifarge!” Then, the bunny, which apparently was not actually a bunny, transformed into none other than Jeon Jungkook. He was sprawled on the bed, looking right at you and Namjoon still hugging each other. You felt your face heat up realizing that he was there all this time.

“Um… nice weather we’re having,” he smiled sheepishly.

“Where’s Seokjin?” Namjoon asked.

“Hiding from Jungkook,” Taehyung said.

“You should be doing the same thing,” Jungkook shot Taehyung a dangerous look and began rolling up his sleeves.

“S-stop that! You know how much that makes me nervous,” Taehyung backed away slowly. Just then, the door opened again and Jimin ran in carrying basket of leaves.

“I got the Scullyweed!” he grinned. “What did I miss? Where’s Flopsy?”

“I think things are going to get a bit messy in here,” you sighed.

“Want to go to the library?” Namjoon asked. You contemplated that for a bit before nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

[forzalando]

Taking Chances ~ James Potter

(read the bolded part of the author’s note before you read the fic) 

A/N: holy fuck this is so long, I started writing and literally couldn’t stop. I love this so much and I hope you guys do too omg wow I LOVE this. it’s the longest thing I’ve written so far. like this literally took me hours oh GOSH I hope you all like it! especially the anon that requested a James fic. you said you trusted me to choose the plot so I hope I created something you love! this is an AU! they’ve already graduated Hogwarts, are 21-22ish, Remus and James are professors at Hogwarts, and Sirius is just traveling the world bc he’s mfn Sirius Black. yes I did steal part of the Zac Efron/Ashley Tisdale scene from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody but changed some words, so all credit to the creators of the show for that scene.

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Request: waitwait requests are open? how did i not know?? anyway, could i perhaps request a james potter imagine and leave the plot up to you? i trust you with this and really love your writing💛

Warnings: language, implied smut, angst, anger, stupid James, uh I think that’s it :)

Word Count: 2.7k

@thoseofgreatambition I promised to tag you, so here is your tag :)) leeann also helped me come up with this so thank you for your input, darling :))

Remus Lupin loved to meddle in the lives of his friends. Honestly, it was one of his favorite pastimes. All of it was for a good cause, of course, so when James Potter asked Remus if he could visit during summer vacation time, Remus took it upon himself to interfere with his best friend’s love life.

Remus’s plan involved you; his lovely muggle cousin, finished with three of your four years at university, and, Remus thought, a perfect match for James’s incessant flirting and rather cocky personality.

After graduating Hogwarts, Lily Evans left James for a man she met working at the ministry. James had dramatically stated to the Marauders that he was bound to spend the rest of his life as an eligible bachelor.

Your last relationship had ended over a year ago; he had cheated on you with your best friend, and you had written to Remus in multiple letters that you felt you were destined to be an eligible bachelorette for the rest of your days.

It could not have been a more perfect match.

You arrived at Remus’s home on a beautiful June afternoon, eager to spend the next few months with your favorite cousin. Although you were jealous of his magical abilities, hearing stories of his days at Hogwarts and stories from his current work as a professor brought you great joy.

Upon entering his home, you heard laughter coming from the living room that certainly did not belong to your cousin.

A man with messy, dark hair and glasses covering bright hazel eyes stepped into the foyer of Remus’s home and his gaze locked with yours. Immediately, you felt a tug at your heart and a warm feeling in your stomach, but you barely had time to acknowledge it before you were scooped up in a bone-crushing hug from your cousin.

“Y/N! My wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, Y/N! I’m so happy to see you, I hope your trip wasn’t too bad.”

You giggled as Remus twirled you around in his arms. Even though you were spinning in circles, you couldn’t help but notice the confused look on the face of the other man in the room once Remus set you down.

“So, Moony, you’ve got a secret girlfriend you didn’t tell us about?”

You gagged and glared at your snickering cousin.

“Oh gosh, gross, I’m Remus’s cousin! My mum is his mum’s sister, which makes me a muggle. But you won’t have to hide your magic around me, I’ve known for ages.”

You stuck out your hand and introduced yourself properly, and he did the same.

James Potter; a perfect name for the handsome man standing before you.

Remus had told you about his friends at school, and the names Sirius, James, and Peter had come up far more than any others. They were known as the Marauders, which you found slightly endearing but mostly just strange, and James seemed to be quite a character from the stories you had been told. Remus had also mentioned many times that you and James would be cute together, but you ignored him since you despised being set up.

“Right, well, I’m going to take Y/N’s luggage up the stairs to her room so keep her company, alright James?”

Remus quickly grabbed your things and ran up the stairs, leaving you alone with his friend.

“You know,” James said loudly, “there’s something about you that doesn’t sit right with me.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms while shooting him a glare. Remus had definitely failed to mention that his best friend was a pompous asshole, but you could handle yourself.

“Well you’ll be very happy to know that now the feeling is mutual.”

“I won’t pretend to be nice to you just because you’re my best mate’s cousin.”

“Lovely, because I won’t pretend to be nice to you just because you’re my cousin’s best mate. Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?”

“Yeah, your shirt is inside out. You look ridiculous.”

You looked down and noticed that you had, in fact, put your shirt on inside out in your rush to get to your train this morning.

A fiery blush crept to your cheeks and you stomped up the stairs to find Remus crouching at the top, no doubt listening to the banter between you and his best friend.

“Well, that didn’t go exactly the way I hoped it would,” Remus mumbled.

“How did you hope it would go, Remus, please enlighten me.”

“Well, I was hoping you two would fall in love at first sight and that I could officiate the wedding.”

“Fat chance, Remus, he’s the most insufferable, annoying git I’ve ever met in my life.”

You left Remus sitting at the top of the stairs and locked yourself in his guest room. As you flopped down onto the bed, you told yourself that the frantic beating of your heart and the knot in your stomach were because you were angry, and not because you found James Potter undeniably and exceptionally beautiful despite his vicious tongue.

After a week at Remus’s, the tension between you and James was so thick, you had resorted to avoiding each other completely.

You ate breakfast with Remus early in the morning before James was even awake, and at dinnertime Remus saved you a plate and you ate after the two boys were finished.

Remus was more annoyed than he had ever been in his life, and tried many times to get you or James to sort things out with each other, but the two of you were so stubborn it was a waste of Remus’s time.

Besides, James had started everything so you were absolutely not going to be the one to apologize first.

The Saturday after you had arrived at Remus’s, you walked down the stairs to meet him in the kitchen for breakfast, but a face that did not belong to James startled you. You tripped over your own two feet, and let out a scream as you prepared to crash into the kitchen floor.

Before you could hit the ground, the arms of the stranger caught you and hoisted you to your feet. When you looked into the face of your savior, you were met with round, expressive grey eyes and a smirk that could rival James’s.

“You alright, there, love? Lucky I was right here to save you or you’d be sporting a nasty bruise tomorrow. I’m Sirius Black, and you must be Y/N Y/L/N, Remus’s stunning cousin.”

Before you could answer, James came bursting into the kitchen with a scowl on his face.

“Bloody hell, Y/N, why do you have to be so loud? Just because you can get up at the ass crack of dawn doesn’t mean everyone else can. Also, why is my best friend holding you?”

You felt Sirius’s arms loosen their grip on you, but he kept one slung around your waist and pulled you into his side.

“Oh, she tripped when she saw my handsome face, I couldn’t let her fall to the floor on my account, Prongs. And it’s not the ass crack of dawn, it’s ten in the morning.”

“Doesn’t matter, Padfoot, I don’t like to be woken up. I didn’t get to sleep until the sun was practically rising.”

“Oh, really, Prongs?” You heard Remus say from behind you. “Still staying up late thinking of Lily?”

You could have sworn you saw James’s eyes flicker towards you for a second, but he looked back at Remus so quickly you decided it must have been a trick of the light.

“No, Remus, not Lily.”

“So you were up late thinking of a different bird, then? Tell us all about this lovely woman, Prongs,” Sirius said as he gripped your waist even tighter.

“It’s nothing, Padfoot,” James spoke as his jaw clenched. “Let go of Y/N’s waist before you bruise her.”

“Oh, I could think of a much better way to leave bruises on her waist, but only if she’s up for it.”

You began to laugh at his comment, detecting the hint of sarcasm in his voice, but James’s eyes flared with anger and he stepped intimidatingly close to Sirius.

“You’re not funny, Padfoot, now let go of her.”

Your eyes widened in shock as Sirius’s arm left your waist. Apparently, the whole ordeal was hilarious to him and your cousin since they couldn’t stop laughing, but you were at a loss for words.

James quickly turned around and left the room, leaving you in a state of shock and his best friends doubled over in laughter and in tears.

Sirius took up residence on the couch and had stayed at Remus’s for the past few days. In that time, you had grown rather close to him. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive, but your feelings for him were nothing more than affection for a best friend.

You knew he felt the same, but that didn’t stop him from flirting with you every chance he got.

You were sat next to Sirius on the couch with your legs in his lap and his arm around your shoulders, while Remus and James sat on the floor playing Wizard’s Chess.

Sirius was whispering in your ear a story about a prank they had pulled in their sixth year at Hogwarts, when suddenly James shot up from the ground and knocked the chess board over.

“Fuck, you two are so inconsiderate. Did you ever think we don’t want to listen to the two of you giggling and whispering to each other? Merlin’s beard, it’s maddening.”

You shot up from the couch and got in James’s face, watching his eyes widen and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard when you began yelling at him.

“What the hell, James? I have done nothing to you but you seem hell bent on acting like an absolute dick to me! What did I do to make you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you,” he mumbled under his breath.

“You’re insufferable and arrogant and I absolutely loathe you, James Potter. You absolutely have a problem and I want to know what it is.”

“I don’t have a problem with you, I have a problem with you flirting with my best friend!”

“That’s bullshit, you’ve been acting like a complete ass since before Sirius got here. I want to know what your problem with me is and I want to know now.”

“I JUST TOLD YOU I DON’T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH YOU!”

“Well then why don’t you like me? What did I do to you?!”

James took a step closer to you and ran a hand through his messy hair before letting out a frustrated scream.

“It’s the way you make me feel, that’s my problem.”

You took an angry step towards him and soon you were nearly chest to chest, screaming in each other’s faces.

“The way I make you FEEL? So my entire presence just pisses you off?”

“No, Godric, stop assuming things for five seconds will you?! I can’t breathe when you’re around, my heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest, and I feel physically sick.”

“You’ve been a dick to me because you have a crush?”

“I reckon it’s more than a crush!”

“You’re an IDIOT, James Potter.”

“An idiot?! Well…you’re pretentious!”

“PRETENTIOUS? You’re intolerable!”

“Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?”

“I’m surprised someone as big-headed as you would think to ask!”

Within a fraction of a second, his hands were grasping at your waist and yours were tangled in his untidy hair.

It was messy and desperate; your tongues fought for dominance until he bit down on your bottom lip and pulled away slightly to place wet kisses on your jawline. His hands slid around to your backside and he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist.

“FOR MERLIN’S SAKE DO THAT IN PRIVATE OR AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL WE LEAVE THE ROOM, YOU TWO ARE LIKE WILD ANIMALS.”

You turned around to see Remus choking on air and Sirius wiping tears of laughter from his cheeks.

“What the hell, Moony?” James growled. “Why didn’t you two leave the room when we started snogging?”

“I wanted to see you guys confess your feelings so that I could gloat and say I was right about you two being perfect for each other, but instead of telling my cousin you fancy her your hands went to grab her arse right in front of me!”

“God, Remus,” you said exasperatedly, “would you and Sirius please leave the room?”

“Fine, fine, but if you shag on my couch I’m never speaking to either of you again!”

Remus escorted a still laughing Sirius into his kitchen and you turned back towards James to see him nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“So, Y/N, I guess we should talk about what just happened…”

“Yes, we should, so you better start explaining.”

“Look, I’m sorry for being an asshole. Honestly, I’m so sorry. It’s just…well the last girl I loved left me for someone else and it fucking hurt. I never want to feel that way again. So, when I saw you standing in Remus’s house and felt the air leave my lungs and my heart skip a beat, I decided it would be a good idea to just make you hate me so I could save myself from another broken heart.”

“James Potter you really are an idiot; I hope you know that.”

“Gosh, thanks, Y/N, you really have a way with words.”

You started laughing and took a step closer to him so you could cup his cheeks with your hands. He reached up and brushed a stray hair from your eyes and then let his arm fall to your waist.

“I don’t want my heart broken again either, James. I was cheated on, I know how you feel, but didn’t anyone ever tell you that when you find someone that makes your heart skip a beat you should take that risk? At the end of the day, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.”

“You’re absolutely worth the risk, Y/N, and you are definitely a chance I am willing to take.”

“I’m delighted to hear you say that because I think we could be something great.”

“I think so too, Y/N.”

James leaned in to press his lips to yours once more, but before he could, Remus came running into the room with a huge grin on his face.

“I told you so! I told you so! Merlin, I can’t wait until the wedding, I’ll give the best speech ever, everyone will give me a standing ovation. It’s going to be absolutely brilliant.”

While Remus was animatedly telling Sirius all about his speech plans, James took your hand and led you up the stairs to the guest room he was staying in.

“Before Remus comes barging in, I’d like to ask you if you’d like to go to dinner tonight?”

“Like as a date?”

“No, as friends! Of course as a bloody date, Y/N. And you say I’m the idiot!”

“Well, I thought after that kiss we could skip the awkward dating stage and just go straight to being a couple.”

“That’s a great idea, but I’m still taking you to dinner.”

“Does dinner come with dessert?” You asked with a cheeky smile.

“Of course, love, what would you like?”

“I was thinking I could have you for dessert, but there’s a small problem.”

“What’s the problem?”

“I always have dessert before dinner,” you whispered as you reached behind you to lock the door.

“You do realize that Remus and Sirius are wizards and have known the spell to unlock doors since they were 11?”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.”

“What is it with you, me, and taking chances?”

“I guess you make me brave. Now shut up and kiss me.”