#( wc: 318. )

[lgchyoseop]

hyoseop at hogwarts

how would hyoseop be as a student at hogwarts?

cha hyoseop at hogwarts (harry potter universe)

who is hyoseop in this universe? in the legacy universe hyoseop has never been the best at school, and it’s very similar here at hogwarts. hyoseop is in gryffindor, not doing particularly well in school besides herbology, like hyoseop knows a lot about plants and flowers in the legacy universe, he’s brought this knowledge along with him to hogwarts. hyoseop plays for gryffindor’s as their seeker, doing exceptionally well at this. though he isn’t very smart, he’s quite popular due to his looks and charms.

what role does hyoseop play? hyoseop simply plays the role of a stupid and popular student at once, being liked by other students, but not as much by the teachers.

what parts of their personality stayed the same and what parts changed? hyoseop isn’t as confident as he was in legacy, in legacy he has learned multiple things like singing, rapping, dancing, instruments and multiple langugaes, in this universe, he’s never pushed himself to learn so many things. hyoseop is aware he’s a bit stupid, and even in herbology, his best subject, he still doesn’t raise his hand much nor brag about his skills. he remains a lover for working out, which is why he’s on the quidditch team. he’s an even more flirty person in this universe, no need to worry about dating rumours ruining him. 

how would their relationships (with friends/family/romance) be different? hyoseop’s parents aren’t as proud of him in this universe, in the legacy universe hyoseop has managed to become an idol, in this universe he’s simply a guy not doing very well in school but having a little talent in quidditch. he’s closer with his sister, while the two in the legacy are one-sided rivals, hyoseop is doing so badly in this universe that his sister is no longer seeing him as a rival or is intimidated by him.

[eunbinbe]

˙ ˖ ✧ — TRAINING SELF-PARA. aka eunbin reflects on her five months as a trainee so far.

the first thing eunbin thought when she became a trainee was that the life wasn't too different from what she's lived so far. perhaps it's because she's been dancing for a long time and joined her university's cheer squad early on but going through a structured schedule wasn't very difficult.

however, she was still getting used to the whole learning how to sing and dance at the same time as well as the numerous other things required for an idol trainee. initially, eunbin didn't imagine that she'd be going to so many different lessons. she quickly learned that idols didn't simply sing and dance on stage. they had to pretty much be good at everything.

now that she was five months into her time as a trainee, eunbin can confidently say that she doesn't regret one second of it. sure, there were times when she thought everything was too exhausting, but she was also someone who got back up on her feet pretty easily. all that sweat and hard work was required to succeed—something she learned on her own pretty early on—and she knew it would all pay off in the end.

most of all, she was having fun. that was the most important thing, wasn't it? when she first got the offer to join studio delta as a trainee, that was what she most worried about. that she'd have to spend months feeling miserable because it wasn't what she had imagined it would be.

if that were really the case, eunbin is sure she would've quit upon her first two months here. but it wasn't, which is why she was still holding on. she's still not entirely sure if debuting as an idol is her ultimate life goal, but if she were lucky enough to do so, she thinks it'd be a unique experience to enjoy, and that's why she continues to work so hard.

[lgcjiho]

— lee jiho : my style

honestly? this is a bit difficult for him. his style has never really been something that he's flaunted considering that it's very casual and even laidback.

he would not personally say that he's any sort of fashionista even if some of his photoshoots might prove otherwise. but those aren't his personal clothes, right? everyone knows that no matter what he's wearing in his photoshoots, he didn't style himself. he didn't even pick the clothes that he's wearing. or how his hair is done. or his makeup.

it's nothing like his own clothes, which are mostly monochromatic and relatively basic and plain.

maybe he needs to take his own advice from the episode with jinyoung, and find some statement pieces that he can consider his own. make his own capsule wardrobe.

either way, when he's told to show off his own style he knows what pieces he needs to bring. he pulls out the converse he had referenced when he was talking with jinyoung, the black platform runstars that he wears relatively often.

"i think these shoes are ones i wear a lot," he comments, unsure if the show would try to find pictures of him wearing them or not. "also, i like to wear sunglasses nowadays since it's summer," he adds, pulling out one of the pairs that he had brought with him.

"these are the pair i've been wearing the most," he says, holding them up to show them off. "they're pretty right? i bought them when i was abroad because i liked how they looked," he says, happy about it. "i would consider them probably something that's actually a significant part of my personal style. i want to get more eventually."

it's kind of a fun thing to think about—his personal style. it wasn't something he had really considered before but he was wondering if he should start working on developing his own style now.

[lgcsehun]

＊ TRAINEE MISSION ⁰¹⁷⠀⠀╱⠀⠀review head—canons.

⠀⠀›⠀⠀sehun didn’t find a favorite week in particular during the trainee mission of nostalgia. it is not because he didn’t enjoy himself, despite exhaustion kicking him early on aside — but simply put, because he felt similar waves crashing over him of enjoyment for each week. whether it’s something centered as dark, light, cute … who’d have guessed him to be rather versatile with concepts, right? that was the least of his concerns.

⠀⠀›⠀⠀with the recent weeks of rehearsals and performances he’s engaged in, sehun’s decisions ended up changing gradually along to the point of figuring it’d be more beneficial for him to focus on his weaker points, such as singing and performance for next time. dance, too — it could use some attention.

⠀⠀›⠀⠀he spent countless amount of repeated hours replaying the assigned songs on speaker, or with earphones, mostly in his free time or during breaks — dedicated to committing the lyrics to memory (it worked). difficult was the songs’ choreography, however, practice didn’t come easily without the trouble of being observed. he knows his limits but the workaholic in him likes to make its visible, at times like these.

⠀⠀›⠀⠀sehun only comes across the consideration of moving the performance aspect up to improve on after the fourth week of the junior male trainee’s performances for the coordinated song of seventeen’s pretty u.

⠀⠀›⠀⠀the feeling of being on stage himself after being a witness to others within the spotlight has never been anything comforting, knowing him — many watching eyes is one of the top few things he’s barely fond of. but in another way, this time had effectively shifted something in him, like something clicked. still, obviously won’t be completely a people’s person, but he believes he’ll get there. sehun reckons it might not be so bad if there are people cheering him on in the future, too, using them as a means of motivation.

[bexstevie]

xmas market, 2023 public dance busking - get him back! ( choreo similar to this )

stevie’s done a lot of choreographing lately. he’s fallen back into dancing the last month or so like coming home— the weather too cold for him to spend all his time skateboarding. the last few weeks leading up to performance finals for university also doesn’t help. stevie feels like he’s done nothing but dance lately but he’s not complaining. it gives him quite a deal of inspiration, at the very least.

it’s been fun to kinda lose himself to the vibe of the melody and create a dance that goes along with it. but perusing through the market after hyunki and him did the dance busking as a group makes him feel like he should try it again.

so he plucks a choreography that he’s been working on the last month or so. it’s not anything grand or spectacular—but it’s fun, and the song makes it fun to do. it doesn’t quite fit the theme either, but stevie doesn’t really care too much about all that.

he kicks his feet— offers a wide, albeit nervous grin around him. shitty speaker blasting the opening chords of olivia rodrigo’s get him back. he flirts with the crowd that turn to observe him, wiggling his fingers and baring his teeth in a grin.

and then his feet move, mouthing along to the lyrics as his body falls into the rhythm. a wide grin on his face, letting his limbs move from fluidity to sharp and sudden— his beanie flies off at some point, but stevie is too focused on dancing to care.

his ears are numb by the time he finishes the song, chest heaving with exertion—sharp with the cool breeze, but the grin on his face is wide as can be. the little crowd he’s managed to get gives him a little round of applause, and stevie laughs and bows as he ambles over to his beanie on the ground.

[meowrimo]

MAMA. zoro x reader ; fluff, flustered zoro. you find his shirt from water 7 (episode 318) and have some questions. — WC : 911

As you sift through the clothes that you store in your small room on the Thousand Sunny, searching for something suitable to wear for the day out at sea, your eye catches something crumpled in the back corner, hidden under a pile of old t-shirts from adventures past.

It didn’t look familiar to you as you tugged it out of its hiding place, the faded yellow colored baby tee was definitely not yours which could only mean it was one of Zoro's.

But it didn’t seem like something he’d wear.

And, plastered on the front, was the word ‘mama’.

Maybe it belonged to one of the girls?

With a lazy shrug of your shoulders, you throw it on and style it with some cute shorts you had laying around. Once you were satisfied with your look, you made your way out to the deck to see what the crew, and your lover, was up to.

And that’s when you see him, lifting a few dumbbells as he stares across the ocean, seemingly lost in thought. Before you make your presence known, you can’t help but admire his quiet intensity. Each bicep curl falls into rhythm with your heartbeat, the sunlight catching the accumulating sweat on his rippling muscles steals your breath away.

“Hi Zo!” There was a slight bounce in your step as your voice carried across the grassy floor. The sound reaches his ears, commanding his attention as your presence so readily does.

The greeting is not one you expected from him, causing you to freeze right in your tracks. Whenever you popped by when he was training or working out, he’d at least give you a small smile in acknowledgment.

But this? This was very different.

Zoro's eye flew wide open, his face flushing a deeper red with each passing second. Every muscle in his already taut body froze as he gaped at you, his gaze stuck on the shirt you wore.

“You like it?” You’re a bit hesitant as you step forward like a hunter approaches a scared animal, careful not to startle him any further. 

“Where did you get that?” The question was flat, shock drenching every syllable. A slight pout forms on his face as he studies you, a glint of concern flickering in his steely eye that you’re not sure how to decipher.

“It was in the back of our wardrobe.” You tilt your head, growing curiouser by the moment. There was something amusing about the way Zoro was looking at you, wide eyed and slack jawed. It was as if you were wearing something completely scandalous – not just a t-shirt. “What's with the reaction?”

“Nothing!” He stands up straighter, trying to clear his throat. Carefully, he sets down his weights before reattaching his swords by his side — no doubt a source of reassuring comfort.

“So, it is yours?” A mischievous smile takes over your face.

“Err—.” He pauses, his fingers run along the hilts of his swords, something he does when he’s a little on edge. “Yes.”

“Why don’t you ever wear it? It was practically shoved away.” Standing before him now, you can see all the different pigments of pink and red blooming across his face. Zoro huffs, brushing past you as he starts walking away.

“It's just a stupid shirt.” The blush on his face was unwavering, the sun only highlighting the effect this conversation was having on him.

“Yet you kept it.” You push, practically skipping behind him as he leads you both to wherever he was headed.

“I forgot about it, alright?” He huffs, looking anywhere else but you and that damn shirt.

“Where’d you even get something like this?” There was no stopping you when you had your mind set on something, and every question you asked only unlocked another.

“Water 7.” Zoro gripped the hilt of the Wado, muscles straining under the interrogation he was trying to flee from.

“And you bought it yourself?” You can almost see it now, Zoro being dragged by Nami into some store and picking up the first thing he could find.

But something tells you that the way he acquired it was a much more interesting story. You were itching to find out.

“Not exactly.” You go to open your mouth but he beats you to it, spinning around to finally face you. “No way, I'm not telling you this story.”

“How about a cup of sake and a kiss for your troubles?” Zoro glares at you, clenching his jaw shut. Whatever the origins of this shirt was, he seemed too embarrassed to tell you how he got it but he knew you were teasing. So, you sweeten the deal. “Or you can show me how much you dislike it by tearing it off of me. Your choice.”

Before he has a chance to bark something back, Robin rounds around to where the two of you were headed. She gives a small, sweet smile, her eyes blinking shut in contentment. The calm before the storm.

“How sweet of you to let them wear your shirt, Zoro.” She says, her voice light yet monotone. “All that’s missing are the three babies.”

“The three WHAT?” You and Zoro both yell out in shock, watching as Robin strolls away, her smile curling into something more mischievous. You’re both left there, stunned into silence as a million new questions come to mind about this shirt.

Zoro was definitely going to need that cup of sake now.

thank you for reading :3 !!

[slytherinshua]

𓊔　YOUR HOLD　( 王奕翔 )

genre fluff , headcanon/soft thought , nicholas x fem!reader   cw kissing   wc 318   request yes   note big believer in soft gentle lover nico he's so healing !!   net @kstrucknet @lune-net

hugs with nicholas are tender and loving, providing a warmth and comfort that nothing else can quite replicate. you feel safe and loved when you are in his arms, like nothing can touch you. he’s always relaxed with his hugs, somewhat resting his body weight against you or his head falling to your shoulder. 

when cuddling, his fingers circle patterns onto your waist, feeling the softness of your skin and relishing in the closeness between you. you trace the scar on his arm and dot the beauty marks that decorate his skin with kisses. you feel the rumble of his chest when laughter escapes his lips, and the steady beating of his heart when you lay your head against his shirt. whispered thoughts and plans follow these cozy moments between you two. plans for the future, dreams, aspirations, reflections— and all doubts or worries washed away the moment nicholas’ lips find yours. 

it’s magical, really. the way his touch can instantly calm you. you find yourself craving his hugs when he’s gone and seeking them out even more the longer he is by your side. busy schedules can barely get in your way, for as soon as he’s back home, he is also back in your arms. not a single bad thought can reach you then, as he washes them away with a kiss to your forehead and warmth of his skin. 

you love admiring your boyfriend’s eyes while hugging. noticing the soft sparkle that they seem to hold. his spark, his dreams, his love— and sometimes, his tiredness or sadness as well. you do your best to rid him of those feelings, bringing a smile back to his face with a gentle squeeze around his waist. it’s quiet and comforting when it’s just nicholas and you. like no one can touch you while you’re in each other’s arms. soft, gentle, loving: those are how nicholas holds you.

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[bradleysass]

Friendship - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 318

Evan's fingers tightened around the cigarette, the ember burning dangerously close to his skin. He hadn't taken a drag in minutes. Just let it smolder, the smoke curling upward into the humid summer night. Across from him, Barty paced, restless energy pouring off him like static.

"Say something," Barty snapped. "I know you have something to say. You always do."

Evan exhaled sharply, shaking his head. He finally brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a slow drag before flicking the ash to the pavement. "What do you want me to say, Barty? That I like this? That I want this?"

"Yes! No. I don’t know." Barty raked a hand through his hair, wild-eyed and desperate. "I just— I don't understand why you're acting like this."

Evan laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Acting like what? Like I’m sick of our friendship?" He threw the words out like a challenge, watching Barty flinch. "Because I am."

Barty stopped moving. His mouth opened slightly before he bit down, hard, like he was keeping himself from saying something too sharp. He took a step forward, but Evan held up a hand. "Don’t. Just— don’t."

"You're lying," Barty said, quieter now. His voice had dropped into something softer, something lethal. "You don’t mean that."

Evan let the silence stretch. The words balanced on the tip of his tongue, and he knew he could take them back. He could swallow them down, pretend they never left his mouth, let Barty pull him back into the mess of whatever they were. But he was tired.

He let the cigarette drop and crushed it under his heel. "We’re not friends, Barty. We haven’t been for a long time."

Barty’s breath hitched. "Then what are we?"

Evan turned, walking away before he could answer. Before he had to look Barty in the eyes and admit the truth.

They had never been just friends.

@leeny-leens @rosiesangel @moonlit-sirius

[revasserium]

HI HI RAIN ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ I hope you had an amazing birthday!! This event was so so cute I had to jump in!

What about Suo and jealousy maybe? Like it can be whatever you want! Whether it’s reader being jealous or Suo himself. Have fun with it!!

Thanks for throwing this event is so so cute!

rain's b-day event!

feeling green

hayato suo; fluff

So they say it takes two to tango, but it takes three to make a scene. And you so, so do not want to make a scene, but — it’s hard, when Suo’s doing what he does.

Charming.

He’s always been so charming. It’s one of the many things that made you fall in love with him but right now, it takes everything in you not to reconsider your initial assessment of his charm. Maybe, it’s not such a good thing.

Suo laughs at something a pretty girl at the bar says, and you twist your head away resolutely, pouting at your drink with its rapidly melting icecubes. You feel the weight of Suo’s eyes on you as you take a long sip.

“Why the long face, love?” he asks, his voice dangerously close to your ear. Unbidden, heat races up and down your spine but you force a frown as you turn.

“One guess,” you say, and you hate the petulant note in your voice but Suo’s single eye glitters with wanton amusement as he leans in, pressing a palm to your thigh.

“I don’t need one guess — I already know. You’ve never been good at sharing.”

He brushes a knuckle along your cheek, and like this, you can’t help leaning into his touch. He coos, tugging you in for a kiss.

You moan against his lips, tasting his pleased smirk even as he pulls away. When you catch sight of his eyes again, you find them swirling and dark with lust.

“It should be a punishable offense,” he says, slotting himself easily between your legs, “how you make jealousy look so good on you.”

You bat your lashes, walking your fingertips up his arms before lacing your hands behind his neck.

“If it should be a punishable offense then… why don’t you go ahead and punish me?”

final wc: 318 || be part of my taglist!

[ii11y]

CARVED OUT BY FEAR જ⁀➴

yandere!yuta okkotsu x reader

warnings: emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, implied violence, psychological trauma, disassociation, yandere themes

wc: 318

⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻

he doesn’t yell when he’s angry.

that would be too easy.

yuta okkotsu punishes in silence. with hands that don’t bruise, but hold too tight. with eyes that watch you fall apart and never look away.

he enjoys it.

he enjoys me—my pain, my fear, my confusion. i see it in the way he smiles when my voice cracks. in how he cups my face so tenderly after a breakdown he caused, whispering, “there you are… you always look so honest when you’re crying.”

he tells me it’s because he loves the real me.

but what he really loves is the version of me he’s carved out with fear.

every time i try to stand up for myself, to push back, to breathe—he lets me. he watches me rage, scream, cry—and then when im exhausted, shaking, back against the wall—he kneels beside me like a savior.

“shh… that’s it,” he murmurs, wiping my tears. “you got it out. i'm proud of you.”

he says he’s proud when I fall apart.

because that’s the version he’s in love with. the girl who can’t leave. the girl who only survives when she’s in his arms.

and when i stop fighting?

he’s sweeter than anyone i've ever known.

he’ll brush my hair. run me a bath. feed me by hand like I’m something precious and weak.

“see? isn’t it easier when you don’t resist?”

he calls it love.

but it’s not love.

it’s ownership wrapped in soft words and bruiseless hands. it’s the way he tilts his head when I disassociate, studying my emptiness like it’s beautiful.

“i like when you go quiet like that,” he once said. “you look peaceful.”

i wasn’t peaceful.

i was gone.

[lowtaperfeyd]

Feyd x reader from a vampire like planet???

Feyd rautha x vampire-ish reader hc’s/feyd rautha being so gone

author's note: this was so fun to right because feyd is so silly in his own way, also like this is me branching out so be kind pls

warnings: blood, the harkonnens, vampire stuff

wc: 318

Imagine being in one of the lower houses and it's based on a planet where there's like no sun and it's common to eat a high iron diet. (I.E. raw meat, blood, spinach, etc…)

And yall get called an archaic word (vampire) 

So in alliance for resources you get married off to Feyd Rautha 

But like it isn’t js like “oh yeah you're gonna marry the na-baron”

He picked you like “that one, the one will sullen skin and fangs, that's my spouse”

The advisors in the room say “there are people from houses with more power tho?????? We thought you were power hungry????”

Obv they don't say the last part

Him being obsessed with your fangs

Like asks to touch them the first time you meet

You look at him in terror btw 

You let him after dinner on your wedding night

Him being jealous of the fangs because wdym you can just bite someone and drain their blood

10 seconds later him going “can you do that to me 👀”

Since in dune 2 they literally say that the Harkonnens are polluted he would either 

make a cow enclosure so you could have blood AND raw meat (idk why I picked cows it felt right)

Or

Make like a whole broccoli, spinach, and other high iron plant farm that's only for you 

It's the best the only garden on geidi prime 

A chef asks him to use to lentils for a meal

And the feyd’s like “fuck no those belong to my spouse”

Ever since then no one has seen the chef

Randomly bites you 

He threatens lackeys by saying if they fall out of line he’ll feed them to you

To me it's like he’s going “if you are bad, I’ll call my spouse on you.” 

All in all, he loves his bitey boo

[kateswallofweird]

cw angst, feeling like you can't breathe, implied trauma, description of patrol injuries; wc 318

you hadn't seen peter in days. the city had fallen into chaos with crime—you live in new york city, when did it ever not? but peter, riddled by the responsibility of his spider bite, had swung straight into the thick of it. he ran towards danger, never away. he moved before his mind could catch up, and he fought till he couldn't anymore. that was the type of person he was.

and usually, you wouldn't complain because at least you knew he was still alive. the news had followed spider-man's pursuits across all boroughs. but sitting in the quiet of your apartment, reveling in the pain that came with waiting, you realized you couldn't breathe anymore.

air filled your lungs, and you let it out. but fear had seized you. your chest tightened, and your body felt cold. your breath stuttered, and your hands shook.

how long had you played this dutiful role? how long you had stood by in anticipation? you thought you understood what it meant to fall in love with the hero. you thought you knew this was the road less taken, a life without ease. security and comfort evaded you, and you thought you were okay with that.

but—

the window opened, and peter slipped in. he grasped his mask in his hand. his usually head full of careful curls was wet with dirt and soot and sweat. blood streaked down his face, dried by his chin. and in place of the blush that typically colored his face, purple and yellow bloomed on his skin.

his eyes softened when he finally found you, all but collapsing in your arms. he breathed in your smell---the safety that was you. his fingers twitched at his sides, spasming from the exhaustion settling into his bones.

"i've missed you," he mumbled, holding you tighter. "i'm sorry it took me so long to—"

"i'm tired, peter."

[mgghoney]

pairing// matthew gray gubler and reader || wc// 318

summary// birthday (old) man

Matt hears three knocks on his door at the strike of midnight.

He's still awake, script in hand as he swipes the peephole open, a birthday hat showing up in the lens, and he swings open his door to check who it is. He doubts the producers would do something this nice for him—

"Happy birthday!" You cheer.

You suppose that maybe it's stalkerish for you to show up at his hotel room on his birthday, but you honestly couldn't care all that much. Somehow the candles are still all lit on the cake — all forty-five of them.

"Oh!" He beams, laugh on his lips as he meets eyes with you. "What are you doing here?"

"Dropping by for a quick surprise." You hum. "Come on, now. Blow out the candles to your first cake."

"Are there actually forty-five?"

"You can count when they're out." You hum. "Make a wish! Oh, I should probably sing you happy birthday first."

"How about you come in first."

"You trust me?" You tilt your head.

"Yes."

"Even after I asked your manager for your hotel room number?"

Matt goes quiet, blinking at you.

"Sorry about that, by the way. I wanted to surprise you. I won't do it again. Live while you're young or whatever." You step in, turning around as you clear your throat. "Happy birthday to you..."

Matt laughs, waiting for the song to finish before he blows out the candles.

"You have anywhere to stay tonight?"

"Yeah, I booked a room here for the night. I'm flying back tomorrow evening." You hum. "Just dropped by for the 12AM."

"Do you do this with everyone?"

"Just the ones who buy me cameras." You hold up a new one, and he laughs.

"Did you have an aesthetic in mind?"

"No. Just who you are at heart." You beam. "From my universe to yours."

"From my universe, back, then." He hums.

[shares-a-vest]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 27: "I thought we agreed this is over"

wc: 318 | Rated: M for Sexual Content (it's pretty mild tbh) | cw: Past instance of being drunk

Tags: Hooking Up, Friends with Benefits (Kinda), Angst with a Happy Ending, Right Person Wrong Time, Canon Divergence

'Then & Now'

“I thought we agreed this is over?” Eddie panted, blowing hair from his face.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, nodding as he reached up with his clammy hand to tuck the rogue tendril behind Eddie's ear.

The words still stung, even if he said them first. Last year when they were doing just about the same thing – only in his car.

And before that, there were excuses made to cut their rendezvous short, or awkward silences that just kind of tapered things off.

Even when Steve had his hands tangled in Eddie's mess of hair out in the back storeroom of Scoops Ahoy. Even when Eddie was sinking his knees onto the brown carpet in Steve's bedroom.

They would make out for most of the night on Eddie's couch, or park Steve's Beemer out in the woods well away from the main roads.

But each and every time, one of them would say something about what they were doing.

Hell, the first time, when Eddie leaned in and kissed Steve while they were both drunk as skunks at a house party in the summer of 1983, a mutual “Oops,” ended it.

“I thought we agreed this is over?”

It echoes in Steve's head now as he lays splayed out on his mattress with Eddie draped over him, moving slowly and mouthing at his neck. 

And he thinks Eddie might be worried just the same, judging by how hard he is squeezing his hand. No – holding his hand this time. Even when he knows Eddie's hand cramps up easily these days. 

And Steve can't bear the thought of Eddie shifting off of him, not even for a second. Even though he knows that eventually his back is going to start twitching.

No. They cannot part now.

Steve squeezes Eddie's hand back as he nuzzles into that glorious mess of curls.

“Eddie, I love you.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

[rosenclaws]

Jack Willis + 🛁

 🛁 - A nice, relaxing bath 

a/n: Just a little jack drabble!! I love him sm and to celebrate getting my book signed!!

wc: 318

“Hello Darling, I missed ya.” Jack whispers in your ear as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Jack! You’re back so soon.” You say happily as you lean into his chest. It’s been 2 weeks since you’ve seen your truck driver and you've missed him like crazy.

"Wish I didn't have to keep you waiting but I finally have some time off which means..." His hands slide under your shirt and you laugh as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

"I've got all the time in the world." You turn around to see him grinning at you, his hair a mess.

"Sounds perfect, but first you need to shower. You stink." You tease as you notice the dust and dirt on his shirt and body.

"I do not!" He protests as you push him towards the bathroom.

"Yes you do, now hurry up so I can properly welcome you home." He smirks as he grabs your wrist and pulls you into the bathroom.

"How about we take a bath instead? Start the celebration a little early." He raises his eyebrows suggestively and you roll your eyes.

"Run the bath Jack but don't even think about trying anything funny, I'm serious you need to get clean." Slowly the room fills with steam as the hot water fills the bathtub.

Keeping his hands to himself was certainly hard for Jack after being gone for so long but soon you're both sitting in the bath with you behind him. Your hands massaging shampoo into his hair.

"Fuck, don't ever stop." He groans as he leans back into your chest.

"What about our celebration?" You ask as you scratch his scalp just right.

"This is my celebration." He practically melts under your touch as the water sloshes out of the tub. Jack laying back and finding comfort in your arms.

The celebration will come but for now you don't mind

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@wolfstarmicrofic - incantation - wc 318

“Lumos,” Remus said quietly, shaking his head as he followed Sirius. “I hope you know just how stupid this is, Black.” 

Sirius laughed and looked back to Remus. “Is that how we’re doing this? Lupin, my old friend?” They were going through a passageway leading them straight into Hogwarts. Where they both attended years and years ago. The pair had run through this passage many times while attending school. Most of the time, James and Peter were also with them. There were a few times that they went alone, like now. 

Remus could see the stubble on Sirius’s jaw from the little bit of light that came from his wand. He had the urge to reach out and touch his face. He always did when he had a bit of stubble. Remus loved the feeling. But he pushed it aside and shook his head again. 

“You know we can easily walk into the school, correct?” 

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Sirius laughed and continued walking, “Professor Lupin.”

Remus groaned and trudged after him. “Don’t start that professor nonsense with me.” 

Sirius decided that on their visit to Hogsmeade, the two of them would take the old way back in, when Remus could have much more easily gotten them in. Now that he was older, he wasn’t as fond of this method of traveling into the castle.  

“Nox,” Sirius said, waving his wand from behind, abruptly killing the light source. Before Remus had the chance even to open his mouth, Sirius kissed him, and Remus rolled his eyes. He knew what Sirius was doing. He always did this to distract Remus from whatever complaint he had at the time. 

“It’s more thrilling this way. Just like old times, eh?” Sirius smiled, flashing him a stupid grin. Remus just watched a disappointed look on his face. Sirius held his wand up, lumos, and started back off to Hogwarts.