#this is completely a drabble

[zephyrchama]

Somebody nearby is swearing. It's very vulgar, even by common demon standards. You and Simeon both move at the same time to cover up Luke's ears. Your fingers brush against the back of Simeon's hand in the scramble, but you are ultimately faster at shielding Luke's innocence.

Luke sighs and pouts. "Why do you guys always do this?" he complains, louder than his normal tone. You just smile, knowing he can't hear the answer anyway. The boy crosses his arms in a huff but makes no attempt to free his ears.

The world goes quiet in the next moment as something warm slides over your ears. Simeon has found a new use for his hands. The crude shouting fades away, though you can still see the demon rampaging in your peripheral vision. "What are you doing?" you attempt to ask, hardly able to hear your own voice. Simeon looks pleased with himself as he mouths words that you can't understand. You pout in the same fashion as Luke and he chuckles.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

“The first thing you need to know,” the stable master announced loudly to the gaggle of school children trailing behind her, “is that these are not unicorns.”

Eleven-year-olds tended to be loud. Their silent scepticism was deafening.

“You cannot keep unicorns in captivity,” she continued. “These are all crossbreeds, mostly with specific breeds of horses.”

There was a small murmur of curiosity and a gangly arm shot up into the air.

“Yes?”

“Only mostly horses?”

It was always fun when some of them paid close attention. “Only mostly horses. I only deal with European breeds, and they tend to cross well with horses. See this here is a cross between a grey Thoroughbred and an English Unicorn. They’re large, and reasonably docile.” They also had that champagne sheen most showy folk preferred. “For people who come here looking for a steed, this is their best bet. Although I've only ever seen it done by people who personally broke them as yearlings.”

By now she definitely had the whole class’s full attention.

“But this French Licorne cross is actually half fallow deer.” She gestured to the pasture beyond the fence. “Look at them. Slight build, slender legs, built for speed and agility. They need a lot of space but they are beautiful to look at, and they’re relatively easy to tame for the pure of heart.” There was still something distinctly deer-like about them and they were all so beautifully cream coloured that they almost took on a silver hue.

“What’s those hairy ones?” a voice piped up.

“That’s a Unicorno/Shetland mix, from central Italy. Traditionally they tend to be crossed with Monterufolino, but they are hard to come by and make their coats even darker.” Unicorni were naturally built more like ponies, some with considerably shorter horns, and their coats were often a much darker gold, or even brown. They were less flighty than the French breeds though, even if they showed blatant favouritism towards certain caretakers. They would even pull a carriage if properly motivated.

“Do you have any bigger ones?”

The stable master turned around. “What was that?”

One of the boys was standing behind her with a determined look on his face. “Do you have any like that but bigger. With the beards and the furry hooves.”

“Feathering,” she corrected automatically and the boy nodded eagerly. She frowned. “What exactly do you mean?”

“There’s really big unicorns,” he pressed. “With wild manes and tails and split hooves like the French ones but hair like those ones!”

“Buddy,” she laughed, “what you’re describing there is a Scottish unicorn and let me tell you, they cannot even be crossbred into domestication.”

The little face fell.

“Any offspring of an Aon-adharcach will be as wild as they are no one can capture them with their horn still intact, not on your life. You go near one of them with a halter and it will skewer you.”

She smiled at the boy, who still looked rather taken aback, despite this proof of his favourites superiority.

“Tell you what. If you want to see something unhinged and imposing, I’ll take you to see the Eenhoorn/Friesian cross we’ve just got in from the Netherlands.”

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ boxer!jungkook (5) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

series m.list // taglist closed

boxer jk x neuro doctor oc

slight angst

flirting & implied smut

note: enj <3

//

the crowd is deafening. 

the stomping feet, flashing lights, and the roaring crowd vibrates in jungkook’s chest. people are calling his name, reaching for him as he walks down the tunnel, robe hanging loose over his shoulders, fists tightening at his sides. he’s an amateur boxer, sure, but it’s moments like this where he feels like he’s bigger than his title. 

yet, he can’t help but feel off. 

he’s not thinking about this. not about the audience, not about his opentent, and not about the cameras. 

no.

he’s thinking about you.

as he walks towards the ring, his head turns, scanning, eyes flicking past faces that don’t matter. you promised you’d be here. 

you said you’d be here. 

but he can’t find you in the sea of strangers.

his stomach twists.

instead, his eyes meet namjoon and the rest of his friends, lined up near the ring, waiting for him. namjoon claps him on the back when he passes, murmurs something, but jungkook doesn’t really hear it. he doesn’t really care to. instead, he climbs into the ring, rolling his shoulders, twisting his neck side to side.

 still, he looks for you. 

just one more time.

and fuck. 

you aren’t here. 

you aren’t anyhere. 

his jaw tightens.

jungkook exhales hard, then shrugs off his robe. his mouthguard clicks between his teeth as he grinds down, shifting his weight, slipping into his stance.

if he was losing you tonight, he has to at least win this.

jungkook’s fingers tremble as he fumbles with his car keys.

the sharp jangle of metal cuts through the quiet hum of the rain. he exhales hard through his nose, jaw tight, frustration curling at the edges of his ribs. his body is sore, his adrenaline wearing off in slow, miserable waves, leaving behind exhaustion and a dull ache in his limbs.

but none of that even compares to the ache he feels in his chest.

in his heart.

the back alley behind the boxing arena is dim, the streetlight flickering against the wet pavement, reflecting the sheen of sweat still clinging to his skin. the air is cold, biting at his bruises, but he barely feels it.

he should be relieved.

he should be basking in the victory, letting the rush of his win settle into his bones.

but all he feels is—

his breath stutters.

his head lifts.

and then he sees you.

you’re standing at the end of the alley, bathed in the dull glow of the streetlamp, an umbrella clutched in one hand, a first-aid kit in the other.

your fingers curl tight around the edges, like you’re holding on to something fragile. like you’re bracing yourself.

his heartbeat stumbles, a sharp, sudden ache blooming in his chest.

you came.

you’re here.

he swallows, throat tight, feet rooted to the ground as you step toward him.

finally.

you're the one walking towards him.

immediately, your eyes dart across his face, scanning over every cut, every bruise, your breath hitching when you see the dark swelling along his nose.

“h-hey,” you whisper, voice soft but urgent. you reach out, barely hesitating before your hands find his jaw, tilting his face toward the streetlight. your touch is careful, gentle, but he still winces when your fingers graze his cheek.

you make a sound—something like worry, like frustration. “oh my god, jungkook. your nose—can you breathe okay? are you dizzy? can you—c-can you follow my finger—”

just as you lift your finger and take another step closer to him, he tilts his head and crashes his lips onto yours.

victory.

the first-aid kit slips from your hands, landing in a shallow puddle, but neither of you care. you freeze for half a second—just half—before you’re pressing into him, fingers twisting into the damp fabric of his hoodie.

jungkook groans softly against your lips, something deep and aching unraveling in his chest. he pulls you closer, his hands firm on your waist, his thumb pressing into the dip of your spine like he needs to feel you, needs to anchor himself in you.

he’s still dizzy, but he swears to god it has nothing to do with the fight.

it has all to do with you.

how you kiss him. how you're here. how... how it's you.

when you finally pull away, your breath is unsteady, your fingers still curled in his hoodie.

his lips are swollen, bruised, but he still manages a smirk.

“you have no idea how long i've waited to do that.”

you nod, exhaling shakily. “i think i have an idea."

"yeah?" he chuckles. "you break my heart one minute and piece it back together the next. you sure you want to be all smart with me right now? i'm fragile."

you snort and reach for another kiss.

he gives it to you.

then, you pull away and sigh. "i... i had a patient. and then, when i got here... i couldn't step foot inside. i didn’t have it in me to watch you get beat up,” you murmur, your voice lighter now, teasing but still soft. "b-but i had nam joon text me updates. he told me that you slip away through the back alley and i... i'm here, jungkook."

he can't help but let himself smile.

"i'm glad you are."

you smile at him too. then, you squint and tilt his chin up, not liking the way his face is beginning to swell.

"you look awful."

jungkook scoffs, shifting the weight of the championship belt under his arm. “you should see the other guy.”

you huff a laugh, tilting your head. “should i?”

he swallows, watching the way your lips curl at the edges. he wants to kiss you again. wants to hold you tighter.

but then you sigh, the worry creeping back into your expression.

“come with me,” you say, gentle but firm. “back to the hospital. i need to treat you properly, jungkook. i want to check for a concussion and—”

he smirks. “ah, so you do want to take me home.”

you shoot him a look. "the hospital isn't my home."

"can't you flirt with me? just a little bit? you're nagging."

"i'm not nagging."

"you're nagging."

"i'm worried and i care about you—"

"not as a patient?"

you pause.

"what?" he snarks. "here as a fan?"

your shoulders drop. "jungkook..."

"do you have a crush on me too, doctor?"

you gulp.

he hums, letting his fingers lace through yours.

“laugh," he begs you. "i know you're not here as my doctor. you're here as—"

"ha ha!"

this time, he pauses.

"cute."

jungkook swings his feet off the edge of the patient bed, fingers loosely gripping the hem of his hoodie. his knuckles are wrapped, his nose cleaned and bandaged, but his body still hums with the dull throb of exhaustion.

you’re across the room, focused on his scans, the light from the screen casting a soft glow on your face.

he watches you, the way your lips press together, the way your brows furrow slightly in concentration.

you care so much.

he doesn’t know what to do with it.

all he knows is that he's happy to have you the way he does right now. even if it means spending the first few hours of being with you in a hospital room.

“you are concussed,” you say finally, looking up at him. "i knew it."

he shrugs. “great. it's late and your shift was over hours ago. let’s get you home—”

you shoot him a warning glance.

"i'm not going home."

he looks at you confused. "did you pick up a shift?"

“no... it's just... w-well, don't you want to stay overnight? for observation?” you ask, voice careful, but there’s something stern beneath it. “i don’t want you going home and passing out on your floor or something.”

jungkook hums, tilting his head.

you're so cute when you're worried.

“how about you come home with me then? you could sleep right next to me to monitor my breathing. hell, i'll take off my shirt so it's easier for you to hear my heartbeat. spoiler alert, it'll be beating pretty fast. might even be skipping too... you know? considering you'll be next to me,” he grins, teeth peeking through. “what do you say? for medical purposes, of course.”

you exhale, crossing your arms.

“are you trying to seduce me?”

he shrugs. “only if it’s working.”

you roll your eyes, but he catches the way your lips twitch at the edges.

“you’re concussed,” you mutter. “and your nose—”

his smirk widens.

“my nose?” he echoes, tilting his head as he watches you. “it’s a little busted, yeah. but i’m sure it can do what it needs to.”

you give him a flat look, but he sees the way your breath catches, the way your fingers twitch slightly against your arms.

he grins, hopping off the patient bed in one smooth motion, closing the space between you.

you don’t move away.

his fingers skim your waist as he leans in, his breath warm against your skin.

“jungkook,” you murmur.

he hums. “yes, doctor?”

he kisses you.

your hands press against his chest, like you’re about to push him away, but then your fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie instead.

when you finally pull back, you shake your head.

“nuh-uh,” you mutter, breathless. “you can’t just kiss me every time—”

he kisses you again.

“jungkook—”

your voice is soft and so fucking hard to not cave to. who is he to fight that? instead, he grins against your lips.

“fine, fine,” he huffs, relenting, but his hands stay firm on your waist. his voice drops, something softer beneath the teasing lilt.

“whatever you want, doc,” he murmurs. “i’m all yours.”

pulling away, you blink at him.

"what?" jungkook exhales a quiet laugh, something smug curling at the edges.

"that easy?"

he rolls his eyes at you. "what do you want me to do? resist? not listen to my beautiful brilliant doctor? my woman?"

"your woman?"

"mine."

this time, you roll your eyes.

you both laugh though. then, a moment passes.

"what?" he asks again.

"nothing... it's just..." you scoff at him. "i guess you finally know how to lose."

he rolls his eyes at you for the final time and before you can say anything else—he's already pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

the truth is simple.

jungkook loves his wins. he loves the rush that boxing gives him when he trains and participates in the sport... years of trials and tribulation were time and efforts well spent because he could not be any prouder of being the man he is today.

strong.

determined.

passionate.

... and now, as everything comes down to you—he's more than grateful for the concussions, stitches, and fractures that led him into your care. into your life. into your love.

if losing meant all of this—your laughter, your touch, your voice—then okay. fine.

he'll lose every time.

because, again, the truth is simple. you are his victory.

in other words...

jungkook wins.

[kiszjuli]

・── completely .ᐟ (J.JH)

(재현) ; fem!reader x jeong jaehyun

──in which jaehyun is patient and loves you completely.

genre. fluff, little angst. romance. ; tags. loving!jaehyun x hardtolove!reader. jaehyun sweetest boy. words of affirmation. jaehyun basically reassuring reader he’s not going anywhere.; w.c. 1.6k

the room was dimly lit, the soft hum of your record player filling the quiet space between you. jaehyun sits across from you on the floor, his back against the couch, one arm resting on his knee as he watches you with that unreadable expression—the one that makes your heart beat a little faster every time.

“what?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

his lips curve into a lazy smile. “your favorite love song,” he pipes, tilting his head. “tell me.”

you hesitate, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “why?”

he leans forward, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. his fingers linger just long enough to make your breath catch. “cause i wanna sing it with you.”

your heart stutters even more if it was even possible.

you swallow, pretending to think, but the truth is, you already know the answer. it’s the song you play when you’re alone, when you let yourself get lost in daydreams you won’t admit out loud.

you say the title, barely audible, and jaehyun grins like he just won a game you didn’t know you were playing.

he grabs his phone, scrolling until the melody begins to play, then shifts closer, close enough that your shoulders touch.

“sing with me,” he murmurs.

baby, tell me your favorite love song i wanna sing it with you

jaehyun’s fingers trace slow, absentminded patterns along your arm as you lie beside him, the room bathed in soft, golden light. neither of you speak for a moment, just breathing in the quiet, the warmth of each other’s presence.

then, his voice comes, low and gentle. “tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”

you swallow, turning to face him. “why?”

he shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, his gaze steady. “because i want to know you,” he says simply. “all of you. not just the easy parts.”

your chest tightens.

it’s one thing to show someone the pieces of yourself that are whole—the smiles, the laughter, the carefully put-together parts. but this? the things you’d rather leave hidden? that’s different.

still, jaehyun waits, patient as ever, like he has all the time in the world.

so you take a breath, hesitating before you speak. you tell him about the things you don’t say out loud—the fears, the insecurities, the past that still lingers in the corners of your mind. your voice wavers, but he doesn’t look away, doesn’t let go of your hand.

when you finally stop, the silence stretches between you, and for a second, you wonder if you’ve said too much.

but then jaehyun exhales, his grip tightening around your fingers. “thank you,” he murmurs. “for trusting me with that.”

you blink. “now you can’t leave, because you know.” you half-tease. but he stays serious in his response.

he gives you a small, knowing smile before pressing his forehead to yours. “never.”

take it right from the start tell me who you are every piece of your heart every bruise and scar

it was a quiet night, as you lay curled up against jaehyun. his arm is warm around you, his chest steady beneath your cheek, and for once, your mind isn’t racing—just slowing, settling into the comfort of him.

until he speaks.

“you’re thinking too much.”

you huff, tilting your head up to look at him. “maybe i just enjoy using my brain.”

he grins. “dangerous habit.”

you flick his arm, earning a low chuckle, but the moment lingers.

“what were you actually thinking about?” he asks, quieter now.

you hesitate, fingers mindlessly tracing the fabric of his shirt. “just… wondering how we got here.”

jaehyun hums, nodding like he’s deep in thought. “well, first, you annoyed me. then, you continued to annoy me. and somewhere along the way, i decided i liked it.”

you scoff, pushing at his chest, but he catches your hand before you can pull away. his fingers curl around yours, grounding, steady.

“hey,” he says, more serious now, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “i know what you mean. but this isn’t some dream or lucky accident.” his gaze holds yours, unwavering. “it’s real. and i’m gonna prove it to you—every second, every day.”

your heart stumbles, warmth creeping up your neck.

you try to play it off, rolling your eyes. “that’s a lot of pressure, don’t you think?”

jaehyun smirks, leaning in, his voice a teasing murmur against your skin. “nah. i’m pretty good at it.”

when he kisses your temple, pulling you even closer, you choose to trust him.

every second from now i’m gonna love completely

jaehyun doesn’t say anything at first. he just watches you, eyes soft but unreadable, as you sit curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around your knees.

you’ve been quiet and distant all night.

he doesn’t push. doesn’t demand an explanation. but when you exhale a little too sharply, pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes, he shifts closer.

“let me in,” he murmurs.

you shake your head. “it’s not that easy.”

his hand finds yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “it doesn’t have to be.”

your throat tightens. you don’t want to weigh him down, don’t want to dump all of this—the exhaustion, the stress, the things you don’t know how to fix—onto him. they weren’t his problems, and you didn’t want them to be

but jaehyun just squeezes your hand, like he already knows what you’re thinking.

“you don’t have to carry it alone,” he says, voice low, certain. “whatever it is. however heavy it feels.”

you swallow. “i don’t want you to feel like you have to—”

“i want to,” he interrupts, his grip firm but gentle. “i don’t care how heavy it is. i’ll carry it too.”

the words settle into your chest, something cracking open just enough to let him in.

don’t care how heavy the hurt is i wanna carry it too

good times

laughter spills between you as jaehyun wraps his arms around your waist in the kitchen, the scent of something slightly burnt lingering in the air. the dinner you attempted to cook together had ended in disaster, but neither of you cared. not when your arms found their way around his neck, not when his deep chuckle vibrated against your skin as he pulled you closer.

“this is your fault,” you tease, a smile spreading across your face.

he grins, leaning down until his nose brushes yours. “pretty sure you were the one who set off the smoke alarm.”

you swat at his chest, but he only catches your wrist, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. “good times, huh?” he murmurs, his voice warm, easy.

you nod, heart swelling. “the best.”

bad times.

the door clicks shut behind you, but the silence lingers, heavy and suffocating. you sit on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around yourself as if that’ll hold you together. jaehyun kneels in front of you, his hands reaching, hesitant, before resting gently on your knees.

“talk to me,” he says softly, looking up at you.

your throat tightens. “i don’t know what to say.”

he doesn’t push. doesn’t rush. just stays there, his presence steady, unwavering.

“you don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs. “but don’t shut me out.”

your eyes sting, the weight of everything pressing against your chest. he squeezes your thighs gently, grounding you.

“i’m here,” he continues, voice steady, sure. “for all of it. the good, the bad, the days that don’t make sense. you don’t have to go through it alone.”

your breath stutters.

“i love you.” he says softly.

he means it. he always does.

through good times, bad times, red lights, stop signs the one thing you should know is my love will always ring true, ooh.

you finish speaking, the words hanging in the air between you like a quiet confession. the vulnerability feels raw, but with jaehyun, it’s almost like it was meant to be shared—like he’s always been waiting for you to let go of the weight you’ve been carrying around.

the silence stretches on for a moment, but it’s not uncomfortable. jaehyun doesn’t rush to fill it. instead, he takes a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours, as though he’s carefully absorbing everything you’ve said.

when he speaks again, his voice is softer, but it carries a weight of its own. “you know, i’ve been waiting for you to say that,” he says, his words almost a whisper, like a secret shared between the two of you.

you blink, surprised. “what do you mean?”

jaehyun reaches across the table, his fingers brushing yours for a moment before he gently takes your hand in his. his touch is warm, grounding. “i’ve been waiting for you to trust me enough to share it all,” he says, his voice steady. “and i know it’s not easy for you to open up, but i’m not going anywhere.”

you can’t help but feel a flutter in your chest at the sincerity in his eyes. he’s not just saying the words. he’s showing you that he means it.

he leans in a little closer, his other hand coming up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender. “i love you. now, tomorrow, a year from now…always. ,” he says, his voice low and filled with meaning, like a vow.

the words sink in, and for a moment, everything else falls away. there’s no more hesitation, no more second-guessing. it’s just you and him, and a love that feels both new and inevitable all at once.

you let out a soft breath, your heart racing, and you finally allow yourself to believe him. you squeeze his hand, your eyes locked with his. this—what he’s offering, what you’re beginning to feel is something real. something you’re ready to embrace completely.

and in that moment, you know, without a doubt, that this is just the beginning.

every second from now i’m gonna love you completely.

—

🎧— completely - jaehyun

( jaehyun birthday boy post ! )

[sqtorux]

imagine you being a brat and an utter pain in the ass so sukuna decides that he has had enough of your attitude and just slaps his palms over your pussy all while you could only yelp in return.

the catch though, is the mouth that manifests on his palms as he begins to eat you out while you could do nothing but squirm in pleasure trying to pull away to save your ego but his other three hands hold you in place while he only stares down proudly at the pretty sinful faces you're making.

[skumhuu]

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If you don’t have the energy to make anything (absolutely fine!!) I definitely recommend donating yourself at this link if you have the money!

[cvnt4him]

Diaries of Spider-Man.

ch1

Dear diary; what was I thinking?!

synopsis; the disastrous "adventures" of a teenaged spiderman.

This is a WIP, please let me know your thoughts and if this is what you would like to see from me<3

“let's do this one.. last.. time...”

“my name is izuku midoriya, and for the past 3 years, I've been the one and only spiderman. Annnd, I'm pretty sure you know the rest..”

₊˚⊹

Izuku jots away in his notebook before taking a step back to read what little he's written. the groan that escaped his lips was quite audible. He was rather disappointed in what he's written.

When his therapist "prescribed" him to journaling or writing down his thoughts in a notebook which he didn't want to refer to as a diary, his initial thought was;

‘theres no way in hell writing things down would help me.’

However for the past three years, izuku found himself writing everything he could down in those measly little journals his therapist gave him. Each and every year the thick and huge diary journal she gave him would begin to get fuller and fuller of all of his little adventures or simple daily routines.

Izuku was nothing if not a stubborn little shit at times. Of course he would disagree heavily but facts don't lie. You can't tell this energetic know it all anything. He's really smart and well put together. Most of the time. Upon becoming spiderman he hasn't had a lot of time for much. His consistent tasks of being spiderman are always heavy and time consuming. He doesn't have time to study for his driver's test, his normal class tests which define if he passes the grade and gets into college, or even dinner half the time?!

To be frank; the poor thing has been through a lot the past years. Too much honestly. Izukus "power" awakening was an honest mistake. Like your typical movie spiderman, he was bitten by a radioactive spider whilst he was doing something he knew he had no business doing

₊˚⊹

To go back exactly three years 4 months and 17 days ago, you would find a 14/15 year old izuku breaking into an abandoned home with none other than his typical, usual, partners in crime.

Katsuki bakugou and y/n l/n.

Izuku knew it was a bad idea from the beginning, however he always followed the two of you into stupid situations that could eventually get you killed. In this case, it almost did. Izuku helped you get through the window the three of you had busted by letting you climb onto his shoulders, katsuki who had laid his jacket over the glass so none of you would cut yourselves, grabbed you by your arms and pulled you in, the both of you then helped izuku in with basically the same method.

“woah.. spooky.”

“ heh.. it reeks in here.”

You giggled at katsukis exclaim, making izuku pout slightly. He sighed to himself, not wanting to admit the blonde was correct.

“ you guys i- i really don't think we should— ”

“ hey check it out! there are spray paint cans in here!”

Katsuki yells running to the other room with numerous cans of spray paint. You followed him like a dumb lost puppy leaving izuku to groan and follow behind you both.

There were many graffiti stamps left behind from many different people, obviously they had left behind their spray paint for some odd reason, that's what really intrigued izuku.

“ tch, hey deku, get over here so we can sign our names!”

Izuku jogs closer to you two shivering to himself at all the spiderwebs covering the cans. It was dusty and quite eerie inside of this place. Izuku truthfully wanted no part. You and katsuki signed your names right next to each other with little quirky doodles next to them, izuku soon followed suit. He picked up the green can of paint and signed his name ‘izuku’

“ no no, put deku! ‘ts way better than ‘izuku’!”

The way katsuki could make izuku feel bad about his given name should've been studied. And they way you were quick to agree hurt the poor boy even more. He soon crossed out izuku and put ‘Deku’ big and boldly. It was all alone compared to how closely the two of your names were.

The two of you had long began to explore elsewhere, leaving izuku wondering where you two went off to.

“hey! Come in here izu- I mean deku!”

You yell out catching his attention, he follows the sound of your voice to find you two the small critter crawling up his back going completely unnoticed. Some time passed and it only got later and later, izuku was still hesitant about being there but the two of you just kept going deeper and deeper inside of the manor.

Izuku rushes inside of the next room, breaking contact with whatever artifacts caught his eye. He looked for the two of you calling out your names with no answer, he was confused and quite scared, where could the two of you have gone?

“ boo!”

Izuku jumped back falling down to the ground and scraping his little hands.

“ow..!”

Izuku winced at the sudden sting of not only his hands but the pinch of his skin itching and being very irritated next to his neck, he slapped it and the arachnid soon fell into his hands. With a shutter he threw the spider out of his hands feeling rather jittery after the encounter.

“ are you alright, izuku?!“

You were quick to rush over to him. It was simply supposed to be a little harmless joke, he wasn't supposed to get hurt. You helped him up and dusted him off as well heading katsuki suck his teeth in response.

“ yes, i- I'm fine. I've gotten bitten by a spider however.. one unlike any other I've ever seen.. we should head back so I can tell my mom.”

“ oh, oka-”

“ no.”

Katsuki was quick to shut down before you could get out your sentence. You both turned to look at him he seemed angry a bit as if something completely ruined his mood.

“ if you tell your mom we could get in trouble, she might tell my mom who might tell y/ns. you don't want us getting in trouble, do you deku.”

The way katsuki used the nickname against him made his stomach feel sick. He gulped down the rising bile in his throat and coughed lowly.

“ katsuki he got hurt, shouldn't he-”

“ no! I'm not getting in trouble because wimpy deku wanted to be an easy scare!”

“thats not fair katsuki!”

The two of you started bickering, leaving him out causing him to sigh. He felt a bit weird.. kind of dizzy and out of breath as if he'd been running. It was growing warm and he had began sweating, hyperventilating as if he needed to catch his breath.

The sounds of him caught your attention and suddenly the boy looked quite weak, frail of some sort.

“ izuku..? are you...alright?”

Katsuki sooner looked over to see izuku hardly keeping his balance, he wouldn't admit it but he was quite worried at the sight of him.

“ let's go.”

Was all katsuki said as he grabbed izuku by the hand and ran back towards the broken window the three of you came in.

The two of you got izuku home in one piece for the most part, he was dizzy and hardly standing up on his own, the running had him so our of breath it was almost like he was having an anxiety attack. He probably was to be honest, izuku was a very anxious boy. His anxiety levels were very high at all times, with the growing symptoms in his body and the bite from the spider he was so worried about what was happening to him he most likely started having a panic attack whilst running. Luckily he was home now, you and katsuki beat on his door as you heard him mom yelling she was coming.

She opens the door with a smile to see the three of you out of breath with a dead looking izuku, the sight startled his mother causing her to pick up her son and rush him to the hospital. Both yours and katsukis parents had been called and had quite a talk with inko who was worried sick about her son, yelling at your parents and explaining how she has no idea what happened.

You two didn't speak to each other once. Not even looking at each other. Both your parents had taken you and katsuki back home. After that night you'd never spoken to katsuki or izuku ever again..

Izuku was completely fine however. Those symptoms may have been bad but that was all it was. He was able to go home that same day and the doctors called it a simple panic/anxiety attack. His mother was worried sick for no reason.

From that moment forward things only began to get weirder for this normal teenaged boy.

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Izuku sat at his desk reading his old journals of how he believes he got his powers, scoffing to himself at the memories. He had all his books all over his desk in a completely messy pile nose buried in his book as someone walked over and bumped his desk back into him, it lightly hit him in the stomach causing him to drop the journal in the desk and the desk of the books that were formerly there onto the floor.

He scoffed in annoyance looking up to see you with a shit eating grin on your face as you scowled down at him, not even apologizing as you walked out of the classroom.

Izuku seen as the classroom was completely empty, just him and his messy books all over the floor. He sighed and crouched down picking them up and shoving them into his backpack. His phone vibrated in his back pocket, he picked up up to see w text from his friends.

‘ hey! Meet us in the front?’

That singular text from ochako was all he needed for a small smile to form on his freckled cheeks. Just as he was about to put it away there was a pop up from the news channel he had downloaded on his phone, something about a criminal stealing from a jewelry shop.

He sighed to himself and texted her back explaining he wouldn't be able to meet them and that he'd just head home. However that wasn't the case. He ran out the back door of the school pushing through some students earning some angry and annoyed remarks spat at him; but he didnt have time to care. He ran behind some building and quickly slipped his suit on. He'd rather skip the embarrassing details..

Just as he was about to 'web away' he got a call from none other than katsuki bakugou. Izuku jumped and nearly dropped his phone at the sudden ringing, he quickly answers without thinking, lifting his mask over his mouth to speak,

“ oi nerd, y’heard about that criminal stealing that diamond or whatever?”

The normally volcanic boy has a soft tone still laced with a bit of redness and sass.

“ yes, kacchan, and before you called I was just about getting there so if y’dont mind!!!!”

The blond scoffs on the other side, chuckling as he snorts at his sass. Izuku groaned at the sound of him laughing and simply hung up swinging away as quickly as he could.

“ look up there! It's spiderman!!”

People squealed and yelled at the familiar colors of izukus suit, black along the sides and a deep green painting the front and back of his skin tight suit, and a big white spider over the chest. He'd made the suit when he was younger and had started working out he'd wanted to show it off but as of now he thinks it's quite unnecessary..

He swung through the crowds waving and smiling under the mask, as tiring as being spiderman was he was always thankful for the love he'd gotten. They truly made him feel valuable, izuku struggled with self confidence a lot, it's common in people like that to enjoy attention from all.

It wasn't that izuku needed to be humbled or anything but....izuku swung down an alley that reports seen the criminal go down, supposedly the diamond they had stolen was a very important artifact from ancient times or whatever, moral of the story was he needed to get it back to where it belonged! Izuku could do that!

He dropped in front of the criminal with a hero stance making him appear big n bad in front of them.

“ stop! give me that diamond, criminal!”

Izuku was obsessed with action movies when he was younger, his favorite actor was custom to working in them. He always imagined being a superhero and technically he is! However within these three years the fame and glory really went to his head ..

The criminal halted, izuku tried stepping closer to retrieve the diamond in a cool manner, speaking to the cloaked person in a soft voice trying to get them to come to their senses like some kind of......main character. To izukus surprise they pulled out a crossbow. He was stunned at the size of it,

“ how- how did that fit inside of your— ”

Before izuku could get the rest of his sentence out the criminal shot the arrow, it completely piercing izukus shoulder. He yelled out in pain nearly falling to his knees, that then made him realize that was no joke, this person being unlike any other petty thief hes gone up against.

As the criminal kicked izuku to the ground with a bare boot while he was holding his injured and punctured shoulder they quickly made haste and ran past him out of the alley, crowds soon coming up after the person ran away and seeing izuku clutching his shoulder run pain, all of them having different emotions on his face it would be an understatement to say he was embarrassed.

What had he thought that he was just invincible? Izuku struggled into his knees hearing whispers from the crowd and quickly tried his best to attempt swinging away with a singular arm, his left to be exact and that wasn't his maiden arm either. Izuku was fully right handed and did everything with it, with his right arm basically out of commission he did his best to swing with his left hand but...

He eventually wobbled and hit a sign, he was going at a high speed as well trying to hide his shame and find the person who did this to him, as his body came into full contract with the sign knocking every little bit of air out if his body the arrow got pushed deeper, making izuku groan in agony once more. Blood wetting his skin and suit as it dropped down, he didn't take the arrow out before because he thought about how it would cause him to bleed out and wouldn't be any good...now he wished he had.

He held onto the large sign and tried to swing away once more, he eventually got the hang of it for a little while managing to drop himself behind a building. He leaned against the wall of it and groaned, he wanted to take his suit off but it wouldn't be a good idea, anyone could've followed him or even tried to see who he was. It wasn't a good idea.

With every ounce of energy and strength in his body he pushed himself up from sliding to the ground and called who he knew he could.

“ yo?”

“ ka..kacchan... I need your...your help..”

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AN: this is js a WIP lemme know what y'all think n if I should add or like yk leave out some things!!!!

[kirishwima]

Ohhh pookie i meant to say like they get mad (maybe yell) at her and she starts crying and starts ignoring them for a week i love angst BOOKIE 😩💔🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️❗❗❗❗‼️‼️‼️

+ shiu kong & toji they fine ass mfs 😩‼️

not u putting Mahito up there looking SO YUMMY (pls. i know hes an asshole but he's my guilty pleasure)

anyway, I love this kinda angst, and I've already written a kinda-adjacent smau, so...here's a drabble instead!

JJK guys arguing with you when you tell them you crashed their car

Gojo is pissed. He runs his hand through his hair, and not even his blindfold can protect you from the seething glare he shoots your way.

"You what?!"

You try to explain it away-it was an accident, you didn't mean to, it won't happen again! But you know that though the guy has a dozen different sports cars, the one you borrowed was his prized possession, one he only let you drive because it's you, and well, you're his other most prized possession, in a way.

You expected him to be irritated, to maybe say a word too many while fueled with anger.

What you didn't expect was the yelling. The cussing, all of it reaching a deafening crescendo when he, exasperated, huffs out;

"God, can't you do anything right?"

It felt like the world came crashing down on you, tears welling up in your eyes before you even realized it. Satoru saw that, of course he did, his anger that was boiling and spilling over now freezing cold, his hands reaching out towards you, hovering at your sides.

"Wait I don't-I mean I didn't mean it like that-"

But it's too late, as you shy away from him, wiping tears with closed fists.

He's never been good at comforting you, never knows what to say...he can usually take your mind off of whatever upset you with silly jokes and his trademark humor, but what can he do when he's the cause of it? He simply doesn't know. So he pulls away, lets his hands drop to his sides, mad at you partly, yes, but most of all mad at himself for taking a petty argument too far.

He doesn't talk to you for days. Grabs his pillow and heads to the spare bedroom before you can even suggest doing so yourself, will use the excuse of missions to stay away from you, anything he can do to give you space. He doesn't know how to fix this, you've always been the one urging him to talk about his feelings in this relationship, to stop repressing all he has to say, but without your guidance he's just a lost boy, hurt and uncertain.

He doesn't know what to do-so he does what he does best. Repress, and suppress. Even if the guilt eats him up from the inside.

Geto doesn't say anything at first. He looks to the scratch on his car, arms crossed over his chest, as you helplessly try to explain how it happened, standing right beside him with a pleading look.

He only listens to you half-heartedly, for the most part lost in his own mind, trying to repress the anger threatening to push out of his chest, red and bubbling up to his neck like a witch's cauldron over heat. He knows how scary he can be when he's mad, and as upset as he is with you, the last thing he wants to do is scare you.

"Suguru please...talk to me?" you ask him, meek and quiet and all he can do is offer you a side-eyed glare, expression icy cold.

He doesn't say anything-instead turns and walks away, leaving you to stand there by yourself, tearing up at the thought of him leaving over this. He didn't say a word, nothing-does he just not care enough to argue with you? Was this the final straw in a long list of stupid arguments you've been having lately?

For a week, he barely talks to you. There's nothing but silence between you when you're both at home, though that's a rare occurrence in itself, most of his time spent outside the house-presumably to stay away from you. You buy paint to fix the scratch on the car, only to find out he's already gotten it fixed, without telling you.

For a couple nights you slept in the same bed, backs turned to each other, even if it got uncomfortable, even if your whole body itched with the need to turn around and bury your face against his chest.

He thought he was protecting you by acting this way-he had no clue it'd drive a wedge even further into your relationship.

The third day you got out of bed when you thought he was asleep, grabbed your pillow and a blanket and slept on the couch. Yet somehow in the morning, you woke up in bed again. This kept happening for a few days, though neither of you ever brought it up.

Suguru wanted to talk to you, fix things-he wanted to so bad, but the thought of you potentially looking to him with disdain, or even worse-with fear in your eyes, was too much for him to bear. So he stayed away. He'll continue to do so, unless you make the first move.

Nanami sighs, rubs the bridge of his nose-like a father tired of having to scold his child. And he plays the part, makes you feel so small as he chastises you over the mishap, his tone never rising, not really, though irritation quite clearly seeps into his voice.

"Kento, I know I made a mistake-" you start, trying to show him your point of view, but he quickly shuts you down with an annoyed glare.

"A mistake would be one thing. This is just plain stupid."

And you feel your very heart clam up, seeing the man you love assess you so coolly. He doesn't say much else after that, merely that 'he'll get it fixed' before getting up, leaving you alone in the living room, your knuckles turning white with the way you dug your fingers onto your lap to keep from screaming.

He's not exactly...distant, but he's definitely colder in the upcoming days. Nanami's never been a fan of PDA, so on the surface, things look relatively normal. But at home? He avoids your touch expertly, like he would when maneuvering away from a cursed spirit's attack, he sleeps on the very edge of the bed-yet stubbornly continues to sleep in the same bed as you, toying between the lines of anger and care that has you pulling at your own hair.

You'd think he'd be more mature-he has that vibe about him, is always so responsible. And yet he never knows how to handle his own emotions, especially not when it comes to you. He'll have dinner ready for you on the kitchen counter when you get home from work, yet he won't take a seat and eat with you like he usually would. He'll do the laundry when it's his turn to do so, expertly fold it and store your clothes at their exact usual place, yet won't have a single conversation with you on the matter. He's the best roommate you could have-but as a boyfriend, that's a whole other story.

You know he cares, deep down he still loves you...but he's stubborn, always has been, and won't breech the topic unless you do, first.

Toji is a dick.

He really is. He lent you his car, the best up, old Honda Civic with the rearview mirror missing, the one he's crashed about a dozen times. Yet when you 'fess up to him that you scratched it, he gets so mean.

"You're a dumbass, don't you know how to fuckin' drive?!" he yells, and yells, and yells. Even with tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, he doesn't stop, keeps at it-until he raises a hand to emphasize his point, and you flinch.

He knows he's an asshole. He does, but for you to think he could ever hurt you...he freezes, arm slowly dropping back down, finally quiet.

Toji doesn't know how to apologize. He's never had to before, more used to leaving a difficult situation than bother facing it. But he doesn't want to leave this, leave you-so he stays there, a long moment, noticing the tears in your eyes, the way you avoid his gaze.

He doesn't know why he acts this way, he fucking wishes he did. He knows he loves you, knows he cares so, so much, so why? Why does he act like a feral dog, when he wants you to be his leash so badly?

You're the one that walks away first, turning your back as you exit the room, slamming the door behind you. And for his part, he lets you, afraid he'd bare his fangs and bite if he followed you, even if he doesn't want to. He's left every good thing he ever found in his life, knowing that if he'd stay he'd mess it up, break it beyond repair.

God, he hopes so desperately he didn't ruin you, too. Perhaps he should leave. Before it's too late.

[livingdxadwriter]

This episode made me think about how Robby would react to finding out his fiancé is pregnant. Cause here’s the thing, she’s in her mid 30s, but he’s 50, and he’s gonna be a dad. He doesn’t understand why your stupid iud stopped working, that’s the whole point of that fucking thing. He’s trying to figure out exactly when and how that thing stopped working. It’s not like you fuck every waking moment. Well, you do more than someone his age should but that’s beside the point. He’s trying to figure out whether or not he might have possibly moved it out of place at some point and he’s mortified at the thought. But then again, he doesn’t quite know why it only happened now after being together for so long. But still, here you are, crying in your pjs as you hand him the positive test. I think he would honestly cry too. Whether it’d be of joy or if this will be his last straw, he’s not quite sure either.

[isaacthedruid]

i love to think about (non sexual) intimacy between buck and eddie and how they aren't together (yet) but how it would probably just happen sometimes. i like to think about buck bathing eddie after the shooting. they are so gentle and tender, and just so appreciative of the other. buck's hands are careful as he washes eddie, even if he's terrified of even washing the gunshot wound. (he will replace the bandages as many times as eddie needs and he will monitor eddie's health.) and he pours all his love and care into eddie by washing him, cleaning parts of him he's never touched before but has wanted to so badly. he adores washing eddie's hair, he's always wanted to card his fingers through it. and suddenly, he is. not in the way he imagined it would happen. yet, there he is and his clothes soaking wet from spraying himself with the shower head while trying to get the rest of the soap out of eddie’s hair. this erupts sleepy chuckles out eddie and makes it all worth it. when he’s done, eddie convinces him that he will be fine to get dressed on his own and that buck should take a quick bath too. so, after his own bath, buck– with a towel wrapped around his waist –eventually finds eddie laying in the bed. he’s still naked with just a towel resting over him. “you didn’t get dressed,” buck teases, there’s such a fondness in his voice that it makes eddie smile. “i didn’t feel like it,” eddie replies, “wanna lay down with me?” and now, if eddie were any healthier or better rested, this probably wouldn’t have ever happened but it’s what he needs right now and he couldn’t deny himself of it. not if it was right in front of him. not if it was buck. “you sure?” buck asks. “i wouldn’t have asked if i didn’t mean it,” eddie says, finally meeting buck’s eyes. that’s all the answer buck needs and he lays in the bed next to eddie, careful with his touches. soaking in eddie’s body heat beneath his palm, buck gently explores him until his hand finds its home on eddie’s waist. eddie’s own on buck’s chest, thumb brushing back and forth just over his heart. there isn’t more they do than this, just warm hands and breaths against the other’s skin. maybe they share a kiss or two, or maybe not. that’s between them. however, this is what they need right now. for eddie, it’s buck’s love and care. for buck, it’s eddie’s warmth and beating heart. maybe he finds eddie’s pulse on his wrist or he rests his head quickly down to hear it thrumming in eddie’s chest. maybe he doesn’t. it’s just them there, where sleep eventually finds them; safe, warm and alive. 

[otaku-girl-ao3-fics]

Safe (in your arms) | Kraven x Reader | T | 200

Kraven the Hunter | 200 | Kraven x Reader| Teen 30 days, 30 fics | Aaron Taylor Johnson character masterlist | AO3: Otaku_girl

Summary: While checking the small game traps with Sergei, a misstep almost results in an accident.

Author's notes: June of Doom, day 23 - Don't move.

Safe (in your arms)

“Don’t move.”

Eyes wide, you freeze. Foot raised, you daren’t move an inch. In all of your time living with Sergei, you have only ever heard him use that tone a handful of times; always at poachers. Not once at you.

He’s at your side before you can utter a word, broad palm wrapping around your knee, keeping your leg firmly elevated. An arm wraps around your waist and he lifts you completely, retreating a handful of steps before placing you down. Against your back, you feel the tension seep out of him. 

“Sergei?” Turning your head towards him questioningly, you watch as he bends, selecting a fallen branch. He taps the floor in front of you: one foot, two feet, three— 

You scream as the branch snaps in two, splinters flying. Your eyes lock on the bear trap — once fully submerged in fresh autumn leaves — as its jaws close around the thick branch, cutting through it with ease. Heart racing, you wrap trembling arms around Sergei, unable to look away from the trap. A calloused hand cups your jaw, turning you towards him. 

“Let me lead. You follow. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I know you won’t.”

AO3: Otaku_girl | 30 days, 30 fics | ATJ character masterlist

[emeritusemeritus]

heyyy!! Number 1.) BIG fan of your work. Your work is literally 💋💋💋

number 2.) can you please make a Fred Weasley x reader Drabble of him asking reader out too the Yule ball (during their 6th year). Reader is a gryffindor prefect in his year and the two are always butting heads

but Fred has always secretly fancied her and has decided to man up and ask her out too the Yule ball. Which she agrees because she feels the same way!

Then all gryffindors are SHOCKED because they always assumed they couldn’t stand each other bc they were always arguing!

Can you also make their relationship similar to James Potter and Lily Evans (yk- opposite attracts, enemies to lovers and prankster x prefect.)

thank you so much!! I’m sorry if this isn’t easy to understand, English isn’t my first language!! Again, keep up your amazing work x

Hi my dear Anon! Thank you so much for your sweet words. I can only apologise for how long this has taken. I’ve been trying to work away behind the scenes to catch up on request but ended up failing miserably. I hope I did your request justice and that you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: Mentions of strict parents, minor swearing. Detention and punishments. Minor sexual references and jokes. This is mostly pure sweet fluff, enough to rot your teeth. The twins get the reader in trouble. GryffindorPrefect!Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Song for writing: Cenotaph by Ghost 🖤

Perfect Prefect [Fred Weasley]

Becoming a prefect in your fifth year of Hogwarts had never been something you had strived for, but had somehow fallen into your lap at the recommendation of your professors. Your parents had naturally been thrilled and you were proud of your position, though it definitely had its faults; specifically two very identical faults that continuously hindered your otherwise easy job.

Fred and George Weasley.

Always together and synonymous with trouble, the two Gryffindor students had tested your patients for over a year now, always pushing their luck and thinking the rules didn't apply to them. George was moderately more quiet than his counterpart and much more agreeable. Fred however was a constant pain in your side that you couldn't budge, though you weren't sure you actually wanted to be rid of him. He was gorgeous, naturally, and the playful back and forth you'd developed over the years had become surprisingly fun for you, even if it did sound harsh to less cultured ears. He was insufferable and incorrigible, arrogant at times and always immature, but there was something about him that always seemed to redeem his character. He was funny, most of the time, and you found his non-caring nature surprisingly endearing, knowing that he didn't care what people thought about him as long as he made them laugh. Life wasn't made to be taken seriously to him and you respected that, sometimes wishing that you lived a little more in his way.

You were a fair prefect, or so you thought. Definitely not as cut throat and power hungry as some, but also not a pushover when it came to rules that ensured safety and well-being. You'd turned a blind eye to the Weasley twins too many times, in their smaller misdemeanours anyway, choosing to look aside when it had no serious impact upon the school or other students.

"Hey perfect," Fred smirks as he strides past you in the corridor, five minutes before curfew and certainly not walking back to the common room.

"It's prefect, idiot," you scold, though you can barely conceal the smile threatening to erupt, your words carrying no malice.

"No. I was right the first time," he beams, turning on his heel to flash a smile at you.

"You know what time it is don't you."

"Why, lost your watch, perfect girl?" He calls over his shoulder, mildly colliding with his surprisingly silent twin as he doesn't watch where he's going.

"Boys!" You call out, using your big girl voice.

Both of them pause, turning slowly to look at you with looks that you're certain would break your resilience on any other night.

"Men, I think you'll find," George calls out, suddenly finding his voice.

"Yeah sure," you mock, walking closer to them with a judgemental eyebrow raised.

"I can prove it, if you want-" Fred begins to say, his eyebrows wiggling as he reaches for the zip on his school trousers. You scrunch up your face and hold up your hand to stop him going any further.

"Don't bother, I don't have my magnifying glass with me."

The laugh that tumbles onto of George sounds like a bark and echoes through the otherwise empty hallway, making you smile. Fred, now blushing a magnificent shade of fuchsia, mutters under his breath and nudges his twin hard in the arm in a wee attempt to shut him up, not that it works.

"Well how about this... I'm offering right here right now, I'll sort out those knickers of yours that you've gotten in a twist," Fred grins, jokingly wiggling his eyebrows.

"Can we not do this tonight? I have somewhere to be, can you just do this another night?" You say, trying to show your annoyance.

"Big date eh?" George says with a wink, his arms crossing in front of him as if he's studying you. Fred by comparison remains silent, his face twisting into a frown of displeasure for whatever reason.

"None of your business," you snark, turning to look between the two. "Any chance we can wrap this up easily?"

"Depends," Fred says, suddenly coming to life again. You sigh, knowing that it was a stupid idea to even try. "What are you going to do for us?"

His shit eating grin and crossed arms are the last straw, knowing that he would never give up so easily.

"You know what, just go," you say, averting your eyes. "I don't have time for this."

"They will do nothing of the sort," Professor Mcgonagall says, surprising all three of you as she steps around the corner, catching you all in the act. Your stomach drops, wishing you were anywhere but here right now, especially with these two.

"Professor," you try to say, scrambling to find the words but she merely raises her hand to silence you, giving you a look that tells you it's a pointless endeavour to even try and appeal the inevitable.

"Weasley and Weasley, you appear to be much too far away from your dormitory considering the curfew was five minutes ago, explain yourselves." She gives them both a fierce look which only deepens when Fred's cheeky reply does not excuse his rule breaking.

"And you Miss y/l/n, I expected better from you, a Gryffindor Prefect nonetheless. Perhaps we should be re-thinking that badge of yours if you're allowing this on your watch."

"Professor please-." Your eyes widen, panic taking over you at her words. Would she really strip you of your rank for a single misdemeanour?

"It wasn't her fault Professor," Fred says quickly, your eyes shooting to him in surprise at his leap to your defence. Never once had Fred Weasley stuck up for anyone like this.

"All of you will receive a week's Detention with Professor Flitwick, starting tomorrow, perhaps then you can consider your places at this school," her gaze turns towards you, "all of you."

"Professor!"

Tears begin to form in your eyes as her punishment is given. You'd never once received detention in all your years at the school. Never had anything less than a perfect record that would now be blighted by this. You were angry, upset, ashamed. Your gut ached, stomach sinking so far down that you felt like it was going to fall out of you. Your breath was getting harder and harder to catch, the very thought of your parents receiving a letter of your misdemeanours enough to trigger a full blown panic attack for you.

"Y/n isn't to blame, it was me and George," Fred says, stepping forward to block Mcgonagall from exiting as you stand still, unable to look anyone in the eye.

You feel George's eyes upon you but you don't look up, the sound of Fred's haggling with the professor fading into the background as you accept defeat and retreat back to the common room where you could cry in the privacy of your dorm. You don't offer a goodbye to either of the twins but simply disappear instead, too upset and angry.

You spend the entire night in a foul mood, swinging like a pendulum between tearful and angry, settling somewhere around disgruntled. Your anger was entirely directed towards the twins, mainly Fred like normal for their idiocy and complete lack of foresight on how their actions affected anyone but themselves. You'd cancelled your plans and your mood has spoiled a perfectly good night ahead of you.

Stepping into Flitwick's classroom after classes the next day felt more akin to torture than punishment, especially since you'd be spending the next hour with the twins. You'd never had detention before and spent the entire day in an anxious mess of what was to come.

To your surprise the twins were already inside when you stepped into the classroom, though you didn't interact with them at all, not even sparing a single look. Professor Flitwick had given you the instructions of what you were to do during the hour, which mainly consisted of organising the classroom and tidying up after the first year class that clearly had not perfected the levitation charm yet due to the sheer number of spills on the stone floor. Magic was not allowed to be used during the detention and your wands were confiscated by Flitwick in his desk, which only further disgruntled you.

You ignored both of the twins the entire time, choosing to be the opposite side of the classroom at all times in the hopes you could just get it over with. Luckily for you, neither of them attempted to talk to you either and gave you space, surprisingly.

"See you tomorrow Perfect girl," Fred had said when the hour had ended as he walked out of the classroom. Momentarily forgetting yourself, you look up at his words, catching his eye briefly before you dropped your gaze and sighed.

The next day passed quickly and before you knew it, you were in Flitwick's classroom again for detention which passed surprisingly quickly. You could feel the twins gazes on you much more than the previous day, with a few attempts to make contact but you didn't bite. You left as soon as Flitwick dismissed you without ever looking back at the pair.

Wednesday's classes dragged, the day seeming to never end. You'd dragged yourself over to Charms relatively late, but this time the twins were nowhere to be seen.

"Your wand please miss," Flitwick says with an outstretched hand, which you place your wand into with a polite but brief smile. You take a seat awaiting your instructions and the others, a deep sigh escaping you at their apparent disregard of all rules.

"Mr Weasley, nice of you to join us, though you seem to be missing your counterpart."

You look up at Flitwick's words questioningly, silently praying that if there's only one of them that it's George. No such luck. Fred steps forward, handing Professor Flitwick a note that he accepts without question and gestures for Fred to take a seat beside you in the cramped desks after giving up his wand.

"Tonight you'll be working together, I must leave to attend to something else but I will be back before the hours out. I hear from professor McGonagall that you are in this predicament due to crossed wires hmm? Perhaps we should straighten those out. Tonight I would like for you each to write me a few chapters on the other person. I shall accept nothing but insightful ideas and knowledge of the other, this means understanding their character and their methods. Perhaps by understanding one another we can prevent future misdemeanours and thus avoid further punishment. Three chapters minimum, all by personal quill so I will know if guidelines have been broken."

Flitwick scurries away after giving his instructions and you remain silent, gobsmacked by his words. Why in Godric's name would you want to understand Fred Weasley's inner thoughts? Aside from George, probably no one else could. You didn't want insight into his inner workings nor his character and you sure as hell didn't want him poking around in your mind. So much for keeping a distance.

"21 questions? Perhaps we could play a game of truth or dare? Kiss and tell?" He says from side you, the teasing lilt to his voice so profound you could almost feel his smirk through his words.

"Nice one," you reply in a deadpan fashion, "as if you're interesting enough for three chapters. Player of stupid pranks, beater on the quidditch team and identical twin. Groundbreaking. Wow, maybe I can stretch those out over three chapters."

You huff, sliding down into your seat as you pick at the threads of your school jumper, wishing you were just organising labels again.

"Ouch," Fred replies, reaching for his chest like you'd cast a spell directly at his heart, "think you've got me covered with that perfect girl? And it's creator of pranks, not just the player of."

"You created those?" You ask with a tone of bewilderment, ignoring his teasing snipes and finally looking up to him for the first time in days. His hair seems longer today, with a little flick around his right ear where it fans out slightly.

"Yeah me and George create most of our own stuff."

"Oh," you say quietly, your eyes flicking down to your empty sheet of parchment. "Well, they're really good."

He snorts and you can understand why, having done nothing but hate on his and George's pranks since you became a prefect, actively trying to block him at times.

"I'm serious," you say somewhat nervously, suddenly feeling urgent in your affirmations. "That's really impressive magic, I had no idea."

"Hmm."

There's a shift between the two of you, hardly noticeable to the untrained eye and yet the tension seems to have lessened considerably allowing an awkwardness to settle.

"So other than academic, beautiful and apparently impressed by pyrotechnic creation, what should I write for you?" Fred says, breaking the lingering silence as he twirls his quill around his fingers. You chuckle at his words, the teasing lilt returning to his voice.

"One out of three Weasley, dealers choice which," you laugh with a shake of your head at his words.he scoffs and you shoot him a look, raising your eyebrow slightly as if to implore him.

"You seriously don't think you're beautiful?"

You frown at his words, seeing the bewildered look in his face, his bottom lip tucked slightly between his teeth as he fights back a smirk.

"Yes very good, next," you roll your eyes.

"You're serious aren't you?" He asks, still giving you the same look. "You really don't see yourself very clearly do you?"

You're silent for a moment, considering his words. Had he just actually complimented you or was it just the punchline to some obscene joke that would come later? Regardless, you simply shrugged, absently tapping your quill against the page a few times.

"So, I haven't had the chance to actually apologise for all of this," he says softly, his gaze upon your face. "I, we, never meant to get you in trouble."

"It's okay," you say weakly with another shrug, feelings of hatred and anger about the situation having long since faded.

"I'm not," he presses, reading out for your hand and grabbing it in his much larger hand. "I hated seeing how upset you were because of me, hadn't realised how much I loved our little back and forth until you froze me out."

You look up to him in surprise, expecting his smug little smirk but instead you find a neutral expression and honest eyes. You're quiet for a few moments, unsure of what to say and consumed by the warmth radiating from his hand into yours.

"I'd never had a detention before," you admit quietly, feeling a little silly considering you were saying that to one half of the duo that had probably spent more time in detentions than in class.

"Really? Now I feel even worse."

"Don't," you say quickly, "I just never wanted to get a letter sent home."

"Strict parents?"

You snort, realising that didn't even cover it but instead nodded, keeping your gaze fixed away from his.

"You know detentions aren't actually that bad," he says, understanding that you weren't going to elaborate further on the matter. You look up questioningly at him, your eyes squinting slightly.

"When you have good company," he adds, his classic smirk returning to his face. You laugh, nudging him in the shoulder as you pull your hand away and reach to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Fred suddenly picks up his long forgotten parchment and reaches for the pot of ink in the nook of the desk, setting it between you both.

"Right, perfect girl, we have 20 minutes to do the work, ask me anything."

"Well I am pleasantly surprised," Flitwick says upon his return as he reads through the essays you have written about each other. Somehow you'd each filled the page with notes of each other's past and futures, hopes and dreams, family and so on. It had been an eye opening conversation and somehow knowing more about Fred Weasley made him even more endearing.

"You may both be dismissed, there will be no further detentions this week as I feel this matter is now resolved, hmm?"

Stepping out of the class, you suddenly feel slightly awkward around Fred, the tension and the ice now seemingly broken. Fred however, didn't seem to share in your awkwardness and had flung his arm around your shoulders the second you'd received your wands back from Flitwick, flashing you a brilliant smile.

"Well, perfect girl, did you want to keep your paper on me? Maybe you can frame it when I'm successful, or keep it locked away in your bedside table or on a shrine?"

"Shove off Weasley," you snark back, smiling widely at his ridiculous words.

"Well I'm keeping mine, might need it for reference when I'm writing our wedding vows." His smile is so wide, and perfect as he reaches for the paper in your hands and pocketing it.

"Now I now you've definitely been hexed."

"I am surprised though," he says, removing his arm from your shoulders to reach for your hand. Electricity zaps through your body at his touch, the suddenly familiar and yet foreign intimacy filling you with warmth.

"Surprised? About what?" You ask, looking up to him.

"About what was written on the back of your paper."

"What? I didn't write anything on the back of my paper?" You say in confusion, brows knitting together.

"No?" He smirks, reaching in his pocket for the paper and pulls it out, handing it to you.

You drop his hand, turning it over in your hand to see the back.

"There's nothing-." You begin to say until words begin to appear in black ink, letter by letter. It looks like an ink flood at first until the splotches of ink disperse and settle into Fred's perfectly messy handwriting.

Will you go to Yule Ball with me?

You look back at Fred with wide eyes, amazed both at the proposal and his ability to enchant the paper without you noticing.

"I've been calling you perfect for years, let me prove to you that it's exactly how I see you." He says, stepping closer and taking your slightly shaky hand in his, his wide sparkling eyes looking in to yours.

"Of course I'll go with you," you beam up at him, watching the way his shoulders relax at your acceptance, his entire face lighting up with your words.

To say people were shocked when the gossip spread around that Fred Weasley had asked the Gryffindor prefect to the Yule Ball was an understatement. Whispers circulated following the pair of them wherever they went, but it only seemed to fuel the fire between them, their banter on heightening with a captive audience.

If the Yule Ball proposal had been a shock to the masses then the kiss they shared that night in the centre of the dance floor with everyone around them was enough to render the gossipers catatonic. The first of many kisses.

The only person who was not shocked by any of it was George Weasley, the sneaky enabler who had feigned a Quidditch injury on detention night that had cost him missing half a match and spending the night in the infirmity with Madame Pomfrey faffing around him at all hours. He'd figured it was the only way that he could get his brother alone with the prefect he was so obviously pining over and he'd take a night of broken sleep in the infirmary over a lifetime of his twin's increasingly pathetic pining.

[hotluncheddie]

For the @steddie-spooktober day 18 prompt : candy

rated: M | cw: none | tags: college AU, pining, d/s undertones

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Eddie near enough growls. He’s pricked his finger again trying to sew the finishing touches of his stupid costume, but at this point he’s almost ready to throw it all in the trash.

And it might all be for a stupid Halloween contest that the college is putting on, which really shouldn’t matter, and doesn’t, not to Eddie. His focus is his music and his DnD society, the rest of the college bullshit can go fuck itself as far as he’s concerned.

But.

It’s Halloween.

It’s his favourite time of year. And all his friends are going and he wants to make an impression okay?

So he’s sewing his stupid costume and he’s going to finish it and his going to win the stupid damn prize. And, if his stupidity hot and nice roommate Steve is there to watch and it causes him to fall madly in love with Eddie, well, that’s just icing on the cake.

‘Fuck!’ Eddie shouts, sticking his throbbing finger in his mouth and blinking angry tears from his eyes.

He throws the costume onto the bed beside him, burying his head in his hands, trying to just breathe for a sec.

Something taps him on the head.

He looks up to find Steve, who’s materialised out of nowhere.

He holds a piece of candy corn up to Eddie’s lips. Opens his mouth with a little ‘ah’; prompting Eddie to do the same.

Eddie feels his cheeks heat. Eyes locked upward, on Steve’s calm, pretty, too gorgeous for this world face.

Eddie opens his mouth slowly. Lets the candy be place on his tongue.

‘Good, relax a bit yeah?’ Steve says softly, smiling down at him.

Eddie closes his mouth. Lets the sugar flood his tongue. He nods. His brain gone all fuzzy quiet.

Later. Once he’s finished his costume for tomorrow and is brushing his teeth ready for bed. He stops. ‘What the fuck.’ He squeaks, confused and more than a little aroused.

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[juniemunie]

Another wip of these two because just listening to the httyd soundtrack on a whim was enough to trigger the hyperfixation once again hoo wee

[mischievousmoony]

𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 ⋮ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

you work at brewology, the most popular cafe on campus—and somehow, a charming new customer has woven himself into your routine tags: james potter x reader, frat boy!james potter, fem!reader, college au, coffee shop au, muggle au, modern au, fluff

⟢ morning coffee ⊹ 2.0k you weren't expecting your first customer of the day to be so charming

⟢ morning matcha ⊹ 1.7k james brightens your mornings working at the cafe with flirtatious remarks and your favorite drink

⟢ morning chai ⊹ 1.6k when you're not working at brewology, you spend your mornings in the arms of someone you love

[generalsdiary]

drunk alhaitham who yaps about the improvements the sumeru education system should make & kaveh, also drunk, attentively listening- the literal most beautiful man in whole of sumeru, with sparkly red eyes, messy blond hair, and a soft blush across his cheeks, with his full attention on the autistic scribe. flustering alhaitham to the point he stops mid sentence, averting his eyes, "oh fuck."