#Did this for class and honestly i ate I admit

[grimbonezz]

[ oc ] DOGMA - RECORDS: WOLF IN THE POPPY FIELD 🐺🌹🩸

what if the fable of red riding hood was told as a narrative through music?

(cassette tape mock-up & band print — scan for Spotify playlist)

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[CW: MINOR BLOOD WARNING]

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[butterfly-writer]

HEY OMG IM GLAD YOUR REQUEST ARE OPEN!! . Okay so I saw that CLASS 1A x Nomu!Male!Reader oneshot and I was really good !! And I was thinking about one where the M!reader likes Bakugo (he my fav) and he just follows him where ever he goes and Bakugo just don’t mind at all, he even give him head pats , even feed him some of his food. Everyone is just shocked how Bakugo is acting

A New Friend or Pet?

Katsuki Bakugou x Nomu!Male!Reader Summary: Class 1A, loving their new addition to their class, couldn’t help but notice by the fact that their new Nomu friend seems to have a favorite… but who knew it would be the angry blonde?

★☽A/N: REALLY?? I honestly didn’t have much fun making it, but thank you so much!! <33 And I, too, love Katsuki Bakugou <33 Anyways, I’m still recovering from the fact that BNHA is ending in August 5 with their last chapter :(( BNHA had been a huge part of my life and I’m worried that I would grow out of BNHA and have a different favorite :(( But, still, I will forever love BNHA and will help continue the fandom!! Of course, not in the ykyk way…. Especially the tampon thing… ALSO! I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT TOGA IS DEAD, SHIGARAKI’S DEAD, AND DABI/TOUYA IS ON HIS WAY TO DEATH?? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, PLEASEEEEE HORIKOSHI!! AT LEAST LET DABI STAYY, HAVE ERI REWIND HIM OR SOMETHING.

Contents: FLUFF

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For the next few months, Y/N have been a really friendly and quiet person. Even though he doesn’t talk much, he expressed his emotions using his tail and ears! His ears would twitch in embarrassment, tail wagging in excitement, tail between his legs in worry, guilt, panicked, his tail would be on guard, like a cat, when he’s angry. Of course, his tail would be low if he would be sad.

Everyone in class found him adorable! Like a little puppy! Mineta wouldn’t stop being jealous, saying how he couldn’t believe that all the girls were falling for him! Of course, his statements were ignored by his classmates.

But lately, some of the students had noticed Y/N following around a certain blond…

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“Stop following me, dragon!” Katsuki yelled out as Y/N tailed behind him. Katsuki was starting to get really annoyed by the dragon-like Nomu boy. Every single day, he had followed the blond to everyone.

Class? He’s right behind him!

Cafeteria? Save Y/N a seat! He’s coming with!

And Katsuki was slowly getting really pissed, always lashing out at Y/N who reacted to it. He didn’t even seem to mind! Every single punch and slap goes unbothered by the Nomu! All he did was stare into Katsuki’s eyes. Katsuki slowly got creeped out, and it’s not common for the blonde to get creeped out by something! But Y/N’s glowing pools of gold-like yellow was giving him shivers down his spine.

He thought, ‘If I continue to ignore him, he’ll leave me alone!’ But he surely thought wrong. Because he got used to the Nomu following him around, considering his wings adjusted and shrinked along with his tail and horns to look less menacing. Even if the blonde didn’t want to admit it, he actually enjoyed having the Nomu following around.

It might’ve even boosted his ego! Having a Nomu following him around made him look powerful- like he just tamed a beast! Even though it was like Y/N had tamed the beast named Katsuki Bakugou.

And slowly, he started to treat the Y/N like a pet. A friend pet, perhaps? Watching the menacing aura that surrounded the poker-faced Nomu follow the tempered blonde around was a rare sight to see. And by now, Katsuki didn’t mind at all!

Sometimes, if he had treats given by some girl or his friends, he would give it to Y/N who happily accepted the treats. Sometimes, if Katsuki was eating chips, he would grab one and offer it to Y/N who ate it out of his hand with a small smile.

And, when the blonde was bored, and out of curiosity, he would give Y/N head pats. It could be anywhere! In class? The black haired Nomu would sit beside Katsuki on the ground and the blonde would pat his head during class. The Nomu’s hair wasn’t exactly the smoothest, it was soft and fluffy when no one helped him with his hair.

And Katsuki, the ever feminist he was (Thank you, Mama Bakugou!) he would braid Y/N’s long hair. It was always a long braided tail that matched his own scaled tail. At the dorms, Katsuki would offer his food to Y/N which distracted him while the blonde braided his hair into a long braided tail.

Everyone was surprised at how calm the blonde was, a total opposite to his tempered side.

But, no one dared to comment and just let the blonde have fun with his new raven-headed friend.

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[starkwlkr]

Ruby is such an icon‼️

could you do something where her pre-k does a daddy and daughter dance and Charles takes her shopping for a new dress and ruby helps charles get all ready (like the princess he is)😭😭?

beauty and the beast | charles leclerc

When Y/n got an e-mail from Ruby’s school saying that they were going to have a father daughter dance, the first thing she did was make sure Charles was free of anything F1 related. She then texted Charles a screenshot of the e-mail. Charles was far too excited when he got the message. He started to book nail appointments and asked around with his friends who had kids on which shop had the best dresses for little kids. He truly wanted everything to be perfect. He had even asked Pascale if she could do Ruby’s hair for the dance, which she happily accepted.

“Okay, let’s go Ruby Jules, we only have a week until the dance and we still have to get your dress!” Charles called out from the bottom of the stairs.

“I’m a pretty princess! I’m a pretty princess! I’m a pretty princess!” Ruby sang as she walked down the stairs with her little purse that Charles bought for her.

The father daughter duo went to multiple shops in Monte Carlo and by 2 PM, Ruby had finally found the perfect dress. Before they could continue with finding her shoes, they decided to eat so Charles drove to their favorite restaurant.

“There’s this girl in my class and she says her maman is putting makeup on her for the dance.” Ruby told Charles as they ate their lunch.

“If this is your way of asking if you can put makeup on, the answer is no.” Charles replied.

“But it’s glittery! Maman has pretty lipgloss.”

“You can put a little and that’s it.”

Ruby groaned. “When can I put the rest on?”

“When you’re older.” Charles replied.

“Old like you?” Ruby asked honestly.

“Just eat your food.”

The day before the dance came and Ruby was watching the dancing scene from ‘Beauty and The Beast’. She watched Belle’s movements and copied them exactly. She even wore her favorite pink tutu so she could feel like a princess. She wanted to be like Belle so she searched for a pair of her maman’s heels and put the on her tiny feet.

“See? You have to do it like the Beast! You’re noticing right.” Ruby explained to her papa.

“You’re a better dancer than me, Mon amour. I don’t know how to dance.” Charles admitted.

“Grab my hand and I’ll show you.” Ruby reached out to him.

“If I fall, I’m taking you down with me.”

When Y/n got home from grocery shopping, she found Ruby and Charles on the floor giggling. She found it cute until she saw her heels she wore at her wedding on the floor.

“You look so beautiful, Ruby! Let me take a picture so I can send it to your uncles and aunts. Oh, my sweet girl.” Pascale placed a kiss on the girl’s cheek. She had just finished doing Ruby’s hair.

Ruby smiled at Paascale camera and even did a pose. Pascale then called for Charles, who was just done with his tie, to take a picture with his daughter. The father and daughter smiled as Pascale took multiple pictures.

“Papa, can you stand right there?” Ruby pointed to the spot next to Pascale. “Wait, come here, your hair isn’t pretty enough! It has to be likes this!” She ‘fixed’ his hair like she saw her grand-mère do to him thousands of times before.

“Mon amour, it’s fine. Where do you want me to stand?” Ruby pointed again to where she wanted him.

Charles was confused, but he did was he was told. “Grand-mère, take a picture of me like this please!” Ruby then did a couple poses of her own with her tongue sticking out and holding up a peace sign.

“You sneaky girl.”

“You two look so adorable.” Y/n awed at her family. “Hopefully Mathéo has a mother son dance. Is that a thing? It better be.”

“If not, we can always make one right here,” Charles placed a kiss on Y/n’s lips. “We have to go, don’t wait up, this princess and I are going to party all night.”

In reality, by 9:30 PM, they were both knocked out on the sofa since all the dancing and eating many slices of cake tired them out.

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charles_leclerc our first school dance of many!

danielricciardo was landonorris the dj?

y/nleclerc the best dressed in the entire dance <3

arthur_leclerc did you fall? please tell me you did and that someone recorded.

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[another-lost-mc]

prompt: unexpected gifts

an unexpected gift catches mephistopheles off-guard and he decides to return the favour—out of politeness, of course.

pairing: mephistopheles x gn!reader

content: sfw. fluff & developing relationship.

word count: 0.4k

"What is this?" Mephisto asks, blinking at you in surprise.

You nudge the white box on the desk closer to him. "I saw this at Madam Scream's and thought of you."

His mouth drops open slightly as he stares at you, and your cheeks blaze with heat as embarrassment rolls through you and you launch into an explanation you hope is coherent. "I mean, I walked past the shop this morning and they were selling limited-edition Demonus-infused cupcakes. I guess it's in the cake and the buttercream? And you like Demonus, so I thought...you know..."

He's staring at you like you've grown two heads. You're hot all of a sudden like you're about to sweat through your RAD uniform, and your right leg is bouncing nervously, and that's your cue it's time to leave. "Sorry, if you don't want it, just—I don't know, give it to Beel, or throw it away. Okay, um, bye?"

You rush from the room before he can utter a word.

The last demon you ever wanted to see is standing outside your final class of the day, but of course he's not going to let you slip away that easily. He touches your shoulder when you try to rush past him, and you both step aside so your classmates don't trample you.

You give up trying to be brave or put-together and stare at the floor. He sighs loudly—dramatically—and lifts your chin up with a gloved finger. You're certain he can hear you gulp nervously, and you're not sure what you're expecting to see, but his expression is—well, it's not the sour-faced look he used to wear when you first met him.

"I ate the cupcake you gave me this morning," he mentions casually.

You didn't honestly think he would and you bite your lip nervously. "Oh. You did?" Your voice sounds a little shaky, but there's something encouraging about the way his lips are ticked up in a small smile. "How was it?"

Delicious, he thinks. "It was better than I expected," he admits, and it's not a lie. "I understand you don't like the taste of Demonus—" you nod, confirming what he's heard, "—but I would like to repay your thoughtfulness. If you'd like to accompany to the bakery, you can pick out something you like."

I don't know what you like, or else I would surprise you with a box of your favourite treats tomorrow remains unsaid, even though he thought about it most of the day.

The anxiety bubbling in your chest all day slowly fades into something lighter, more hopeful, and you only hesitate for a moment when he offers you his arm.

read more: mephistopheles masterlist | obey me! masterlist

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Mezo Shoji x Reader - Make Believe - I

Summary: You ask Shoji to pretend to be your boyfriend for a dinner with your parents.

Warnings: fluff, fake dating trope, long/multi parted, not proofread

Glancing down at your watch, you fidgetted nervously, standing in the hall awkwardly. 'He's usually on his way to lunch by now,' you thought to yourself, scanning the hordes of students for a particular person. Suddenly, your eyes fell on a messy head of silver hair and your interest piqued. Booking it through the crowd, you finally found who you were looking for. "Shoji!" you chirped, stopping so short in front of him that you nearly smashed into him. "I've been looking all over for you!"

"Oh, sorry," he replied nonchalantly, beginning to walk with you to the lunch room. "Didn't mean to be so hard to find."

"It's okay," you reassured him. "I noticed you weren't in class today and I was worried," you admitted, going alongside him with your hands knotted together behind your back.

"Sorry to worry you," he said, finding a table and sitting down. "I was in the support classroom all morning getting my costume redone." He explained, rummaging through his bag. "Did I miss anything important?"

"You missed a pop quiz in Mic's class, but it's super easy. Oh and you missed a lecture on quirk evolution in science but don't worry," you beamed, producing a packet of papers from your own bag. "I took the liberty of taking extra notes on your behalf!"

Shoji took the notes from you, skimming through them. There were multiple pages, all front and back filled with neat color-coded writing, organized with bullet points. "Wow, these are pretty thorough, this isn't your copy is it?"He asked, still rummaging through his bag with an annoyed sigh.

"Nope!" you chirped, pulling out an identical set of papers. "What are you looking for, by the way?"

Shoji glanced up at you before looking back into his bag. "Oh, just my lunch. Must've forgotten it back in my dorm."

"Today's your lucky day then," you giggle, pulling two bentos out of your bag and handing him one. "I made you lunch!"

He hesitantly took it, eyeing you closely. "What's with you today, why're you being so niced to me?"n he asked suspiciously, poping off the top of the box.

You blushed, averting your gaze quickly, trying to think of an excuse. "What, aren't I always nice to you, Shoji?"

"Well, yeah," he admitted. "But it seems like you're sucking up for something." He punctuated his point by digging a pair of chopsticks into the portion of rice you'd made him before popping it in his mouth. "Damn, this is good, actually."

"Shoji! Did you expect it to be bad?" you ask, feigning hurt. "And thinking I'd be nice to you just to get something in return is honestly just mean!"

"Okay, okay, fine, I'm sorry, thank you for the notes and lunch." He finally relented, throwing his hands up in defense. "How can I repay you?"

"Well..." you begin sheepishly. "There is this one thing-"

"Ah-hah!" Shoji laughed, tossing you a side glare as he ate. "I knew you wanted something." He watched as the blood rushed to your cheeks and you tried to back peddle, beginning to ramble. "C'mon, just spit it out already, what do you need?"

"Would you come home with me to have dinner with my parents tonight?' you finally blurted after beating around the bush.

"What, why me?" he asked, bewildered. "I mean we're good friends and all but wouldn't you rather take a closer friend like Tsu or Ochacko?"

"Well...about that...I was hoping you could...pretend to be my boyfriend?" you ask bashfully, wincing in preparation for rejection.

"Are you serious?" he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I-It's just that, it's my grandmother's birthday and she's sick and we don't think she'll be around much longer. She really wants to see me with someone and I don't want to let her down!" you rambled on, pleading. "Please, Shoji, I promise it's just for the night and I'll do whatever you ask to make it up to you!"

After a moment, he sighed, annoyed. "You already told her you were bringing someone, didn't you?" You nodded, hands clasped together as if praying. "Oh, fine, alright!" he scoffed. "But you owe me."

Gasp, you squeal in delight, throwing your arms around his neck and snuggling into his torso in an awkward but meaningful hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Whatever," he groaned, rolling his eyes, but wrapping you up in his arms all the same. "What time are we leaving?"

"The train leaves at 5:15." you replied as he released you. "So meet me at the station at 5."

"Sounds like a plan."

Part II

[elleloquently]

invisible string [5] : ellie williams

part four

| college!ellie x female!reader - thank you once again for being patient! comments are highly appreciated, as are reblogs <3 hearing from you all gets me so excited to write more for this little series!!

| c/w - anxiety

the sunlight woke you up in the morning, rays peeking in from your dorm window until your entire room looked vibrant and bright. it was an optimistic start. you weren't exactly a morning person, no matter how hard you tried, but the promise of seeing ellie was enough to make you spring up in bed, tossing the covers messily around your feet. 

you felt around for your phone, lost somewhere within the blankets. it was a nasty habit you developed only after getting ellie's number, falling asleep with your phone tangled in your bedding instead of putting it up and away for the night.

you quickly pulled it free, delighted to be greeted with a message from your new favorite person about confirming your plans for the day.

new favorite person.

you let your phone drop in your lap. it was hard to keep reminding yourself not to get ahead of things... but ellie made it hard. she stuck around, essentially went out of her way to speak to you and even make plans. it could be easy to dismiss everything, to let your anxiety take control once again and convince yourself that it meant nothing, that you're reading into things and making things up and practically daydreaming about ellie actually caring about you...

but she really did, didn't she? she had basically admitted it the night before, unless you really were reading into it...?

her quiet confession still rang true in your ears.

'honestly i was getting ready to leave before i saw you.'

ellie stuck around. for you.

it had to mean something. whether it be a friendship, or... she cared about you, in some way, and you weren't going to push that aside simply because you were sure that it was too good to be true. the semester would end soon anyway, would you keep this up during winter break, throughout next semester? one thing was for certain, you weren't going to miss out on getting to know her more, getting to spend time with her. it was dumb luck, a class crush turned into something more and you would leap at the chance.

nerves ate away at you after leaving bed and getting ready, prepping to see ellie at 12:30 like you had agreed. she was even going to meet you at your dorm. it was polite but felt so formal, you were glad to have the study guide as a somewhat buffer for your nerves. even though it obviously wasn't your first meet up, if you were judged solely on your level of nervousness, anyone could be mistaken. ellie was a comforting presence to be around, but yet she was so intimidating. you honestly just wanted to drink her up, learning anything and everything you could about the girl.

you were zipping your bag when a soft chime rang through the air, your phone's notification breaking through the silence and your train of thought. it was a declaration of arrival and ellie was there, waiting for you outside of your building.

you immediately booked it into high gear, sparing only one last fleeting moment to glance in the mirror, making sure everything was exactly how you had wanted. after feeling like such a mess the previous night, you wanted to be easy-going and light hearted today, especially to continue to make a good impression.

nearly racing down the stairs, (the elevator always took far too long,) you made it to the ground level in record time. despite the misleading sunshine it was still miserably cold outside, and you didn't want ellie waiting for you long in the wind.

she was easy to spot once you were outside. ellie was just a few feet away from the main entrance, hands shoved in her pockets with a lopsided grin on her face upon seeing you.

"hey," ellie called, watching as you walked over to her. you grinned. the sound of her voice directed towards you was simply too much.

"i don't feel like studying today," you responded as a greeting. it was honest but joke-y, good to break the ice. not that the ice necessarily needed breaking, again, but perhaps just a little thawed. being anxious usually made things like that.

ellie snorted at your remark, shaking her head. "then we're off to a great start."

after the events of the previous night, you were grateful to have something to talk about that didn't revolve around schoolwork. of course, you had normal conversations about your lives, hobbies and interests, but sometimes it was difficult to pull a conversation topic out of thin air, especially with something as fresh as this thing with ellie.

regardless, you debriefed, discussing last night's most hilarious and dreadful moments while you walked alongside each other. ellie's laugh was a symphony and you revealed in it, playing up a bit if she found it especially funny. you were quick to find your footing today, maybe because you had seen her and hung out with her outside of campus and for some reason now it felt more real.

bumping shoulders occasionally while you walked, you opted to return to the dining hall that you previously hung out at. (ellie had referred to it as “our place” and even though you had only gone once before, your voice caught in your throat.)

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the dining hall was crowded.

any confidence you had built up while getting ready and walking to your destination was quickly squished away. you sat now, red in the face and humbled as you toyed with a straw wrapper. ellie was hunched over her side of the table, focused on the study guide and trying to tune you in while tuning everybody else out.

you managed to score an empty table but it wasn’t ideal. at the table to your right, a group of guys were loudly debating something. to your left, girls with hoarse voices going over drama from some party.

you shrunk down lower in your seat, flicking the wrapper across the paper that was on the table in front of you. it was almost too loud to think, and you always avoided the dining hall if it was this unbearable. you attempted to steady your breathing but it happened louder than you expected, coming out like a sigh.

it was enough to draw ellie's attention, her eyebrows knitting together as her gaze slowly lifted to you.

"are you alright?" she questioned. you nodded, eyes wide. it was embarrassing. you didn't want her to feel like you were bored.

"we'll get it done, don't worry," ellie reassured you, which was sweet. she thought you were stressed about the study guide, (to be fair, you were, just not in that exact moment) so it was slightly relieving that you didn't appear to be as anxious as you felt.

"i know," you smiled because ellie was watching for your reaction. you debated for just a moment whether or not to indulge her, ellie's green eyes boring into your own. "it's just really loud," you admitted.

"and crowded," ellie added. this caused you to perk up, sitting up straighter.

"yeah," you enthused, happy your feelings weren't isolating. "i just don't really love it," you tried. treading lightly.

"this actually blows," ellie concluded. your smile grew into a grin, a contrast from your shared words but it was genuine.

"do you wanna go?" you questioned, happy to stay for ellie's sake but itching to leave, the cold would be better than another ten minutes where you currently were.

you seemed quite chipper but ellie faltered, her smile dropping noticeably after you had spoke.

"oh," you said automatically, quick to clarify. "we could go somewhere else."

you would've crossed your fingers if ellie wouldn't have seen. she recovered quickly and nodded. "we could go to mine."

your heart flipped.

ellie's tone was casual as she dropped her offer, but the tips of her ears were pink. maybe she was simply anxious like you, but suddenly reading too far into it felt like a game.

you grew eager quite quickly, to see how she liked to decorate and if she kept things tidy or couldn't help but have a few jackets thrown throughout the room.

nodding in agreement, accepting ellie's offer, she didn't hesitate to gather her things and stand up from the table. you followed suit, certainly in a trance.

the getaway was quick but the walk was slow, casual. neither of you were in a rush to hurry and arrive, finish the study guide, and say goodbye. you were genuinely hanging out, and you couldn't decide if you were more excited or more nervous. you peered over at ellie, who was breathing out on purpose, watching the cold swirl in the air. you wondered if she was nervous too, nervous about you seeing her room. it felt sort of intimate, but maybe only because you were prone to overthinking.

her building wasn't much different compared to yours, though you stuffed yourselves into the elevator, shoulder to shoulder so you didn't have to graze anyone else.

ellie felt awkward now, you could tell. she shuffled her a feet a little upon reaching her door, her first attempt at unlocking it failed by her fumbling hands. the action only made you feel more confident, determined to make her feel comfortable and not regret letting you into her space.

ellie held the door open with one hand, gesturing for you to step inside with the other hand after flicking on the light. you stepped in front of her, given her cue, and breathed out a sigh.

it was like getting a peek inside of her mind, viewing ellie's room. she watched you carefully with baited breath as you stepped around her room, taking it all in.

it was clean, but there was a hoodie thrown on the back of her chair. she had a couple of plants, comics, and posters too. they were band posters, and there was a solar system map above her bed. it caught your interest, and you threw an approving smile over your shoulder at ellie.

"you know those little glow in the dark stars that kids put on the walls and ceilings and stuff?" you asked her, feeling as though you had to speak quietly. everything was so still.

ellie nodded, glancing over you as you face towards her.

"i still have them," you admit.

ellie's gaze softens and she smiles in adoration. she doesn't speak, but her reaction is tender enough and you're satisfied. you look over the solar system once more before your eyes move to a different wall, one with a lot less open space. pictures and drawings are arranged, drawing your attention. you glance at ellie again, silently asking for permission, and she nods. you move closer to examine the pictures, but your eyes catch on one thing in particular.

it's a colorful post it note, the one with your doodle that you had signed. on her wall.

ellie had said that she was going to keep it, but you didn't expect her to put it up. hers were on your wall too of course, but it felt like a secret, harboring a crush with her drawings on your wall. this felt equal, and it made you feel brave.

"my drawing," you spoke, breaking the silence. you turned to look at ellie once more, waiting for her response. instead her face paled, almost as if she had been caught.

shit. was she embarrassed? you felt horrible for thinking it, but it made you feel better. equal. brave.

"i have yours on my wall too," you confessed. ellie's lips parted in surprise but she was so good at catching herself. her smile was crooked as a laugh escaped her lips. "no way," she remarked. flustered. proud. relieved.

"it's true," you played into it. "signed by the artist herself and everything. it's real valuable."

scoffing, ellie took a few steps closer so she stood just behind your shoulder as you turned back to peer at her wall some more.

"real funny," she grumbled, but you could hear the smile in her voice anyway.

she had some of her own drawings on the wall too, you could tell because it matched ellie's art style from her doodles.

"these are really good," you breathed, taking in every detail sketched by her pen.

"yeah?" ellie glanced at you sideways, watching you take in her artwork.

your heart seized, feeling lucky to have doodles done by ellie williams on your wall. you wanted even more. you wondered suddenly if any other girls had drawings done by ellie on their walls too, and you scrunched up your nose. it was a weird thought, and you forcibly shoved it away by moving on to the pictures.

some of the pictures looked recent, while others were obviously much older. the majority of the pictures featured her alongside other people. some were photobooth strips, with ellie making ridiculous faces at the camera. they looked old. other pictures were like that too, goofy faces and bunny ears with an older man and people who were most likely her friends. some of them were sweet, smiling photos and a few candids of small groups together.

it made your heart feel warm as you took them in, getting a peek at ellie's life while unveiling another layer. you felt soft for the girl and you wanted to hear stories, but you were weary of being invasive.

a lot of pictures featured dina and a guy, who you assumed to be jesse. they seemed to be a close trio, and you wanted to confirm it.

"that's dina," you pointed her out in one particular photo. ellie hummed, confirming. you only met her once, and it was pretty dark, but she was nice.

you pointed the guy out now, looking to ellie. "is that jesse?"

ellie nodded, giving you a small, encouraging smile.

you hoped that it was sweet, thoughtful that you had remembered the important people in her life. you moved your gaze back to the several photos that included the older man. they were younger in some of the pictures, both him and ellie victim to the bunny ears in seperate photos. there was a picture of them smiling at what looked to be a museum, with huge dinosaur bones behind them. they were both wearing silly hats and your lips lifted into a smile. in another, a much younger ellie was wearing an astronaut type of helmet, grinning wildly at the camera.

the recent photos were cute too. a lot were of them smiling together with varying backgrounds. in one picture you spotted a massive banner from your college, the one that was set up on move in day from freshman year. so many parents had pressed for photos, incoming students smiling through tears or grumbling about being embarrassed while posing. you stifled a laugh, leaning in closer.

ellie was stood in front of the banner, an awkward smile that looked more like a grimace was plastered on her face. she weakly held a thumbs up, while the man at her side was grinning proudly.

"ellie," you spoke. "is that joel?"

ellie smiled knowingly. "yeah. that's joel."

you grinned, pleased with your correct assumption. she had told you about him before, and now you could finally put a face to the name.

moving on from the pictures, you finally noticed a guitar nestled into the corner of the room by her desk.

"oh man," you sighed, rushing over to it. "ellie, it's so cool."

"joel gave it to me," ellie responded. "he actually taught me how to play," she explained.

you appreciated the tidbit, especially since before she had seemed shy at any mention of her playing the guitar.

"that's so cool," you said honestly.

ellie shrugged, modest, but still she smiled. she watched as you basically admired the things around her room, not wanting to pull you away but desperate to finish the study guide so that you could both focus on anything but that.

"alright," ellie began, posing the dreadful order. "let's finish this, shall we?"

sighing in resignation, you let your bag fall dramatically off of your shoulder and onto the floor, the thud softened by a rug as it landed next to your feet. "the sooner it's over, the better."

"no argument there," ellie uttered, plopping down onto her bed with a huff. you hesitated momentarily, considering sitting down in her desk chair but her words got to you first.

"you can sit up here," she mused, eyebrow raising at the look of panic that must've etched itself upon your face. ellie kicked off her converse, playfully rolling her eyes at your frozen state. it was your turn now to feel insecure. you shoved off your shoes, carefully setting them off to the side and placing your bag on her bed.

"sure?" you questioned, eyebrow raising. ellie nodded once and patted the bed. you sat across from her, cheeks noticeably heating up.

last night you had seen her off campus, and now you were on her bed. it was enough to make your head spin, but for now you had to focus.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"and then he was like," you put on your most obnoxious guy voice, making it deep and stupid. "only one? you need more than that, blah blah blah."

ellie snorted, rifling through the assortment of snacks that had been dumped on the bed.

it took nearly two hours, but the study guide was out of sight, out of mind. you sat on ellie's bed, legs crossed.

"jesus dude," ellie muttered, sounded bewildered. "i still feel bad about scaring you though."

"please don't," you insisted. "you seriously saved me." your giggles teetered out and you glanced at ellie seriously. "and thank you for driving me back last night. things were obviously not going well for me, so," you played with the end fringe of a forest green throw blanket.

"anytime," ellie replied. her tone was lighthearted but the serious nature of your comment made her feel jittery, hands drumming on her thighs. you tensed, not wanting to be the reason for an awkward silence. ellie surprised you, however, when she swallowed hard and continued on.

"i thought you might've been out with like, your boyfriend, or someone."

you slowly met her eyes, heart pounding at her side comment. it was so unnecessary, and so obviously bait. it had to be, even if you were overthinking, because you had talked frequently and if you were dating someone it certainly would've come up by now.

you indulged her anyway, wiping your palms on your pants. "no boyfriend," you clarified, shaking your head.

it felt so stupid yet so important, the direction that the conversation was headed in.

"you could've been out with your boyfriend," you retorted, but the words sounded so idiotic leaving your mouth.

ellie snorted, genuinely caught off guard. "no boyfriend," she laughed scrunching her nose.

obviously, you thought.

ellie was amused, and you felt as though you were on the defense.

"whatever," you waved your hand, clearly embarrassed.

ellie laughed at you, but it wasn't mean. the sound was nice anyway, so you smiled, eyes crinkling. you felt lucky to be hanging out without the pressure of school hanging over your head. it meant that she actually wanted to spend time with you, not just for the sake of studying. you liked it like this, being able to just talk and get to know ellie. you liked having an excuse to look at her, too. she talked with her hands a lot, and you couldn't help but long for the feeling of her arm around your waist again, even if you felt guilty for thinking it.

"have you ever had a boyfriend?" ellie questioned suddenly. she wasn't good at pretending to sound casual and your stomach twisted.

wordlessly and trying to ignore how hard ellie was watching, you shrugged. "nothing serious," you tried to explain. "have you dated?" you asked back, purposefully leaving the statement vague.

"yeah," ellie clicked. "i've dated."

you tried not to allow your reaction to be evident on your face. of course she has. you felt honestly bitter, and even more irritated that she stayed vague as well.

the conversation lulled, panic settling in your emotions as you both grew quiet. you couldn't get a read on ellie, and you wondered if it was maybe because she didn't want you to. the idea taunted you, and you nearly wanted to take the plunge and ask her something that could change everything but maybe you didn't want to change anything, maybe you wanted to be content with being her friend and hanging out like this and helping each other study, maybe it was just better that way? you could try to convince yourself, but the nagging feeling would still eat away at you, what would happen if you could just confess-

"can i ask you a question?" you blurted out.

ellie sat forward, putting her elbows on her knees and resting her chin on top of her hands.

"why'd you sit next to me? in class? you always sat in the same spot and then... out of nowhere you just, why'd you do that?"

her eyebrows drew together as ellie contemplated which point to advance on first. you must've looked nervous because ellie's tone was teasing when she next spoke.

"actually, you sat next to me," she teased pointedly. "and you paid attention to where i sat every day?"

your face burned and you scrambled to back track, self conscious under her gaze.

"come on," you huffed. "everyone sat in the same seats all semester. i did sit next to you but you were sitting next to my seat!" you rambled, defending yourself.

"come on," ellie mocked, though she hesitated to meet your eyes. "iiiit's not a big deal," she breathed, drawing out the sound of the vowel.

you unwillingly retreated, but still wanted to pry for more. neither of you could commit. you would nearly knock down a wall and right when it was almost there, you gave up, never truly making any progress. still, you wondered if the territory was even worth recovering.

"ellie," you started again. "i'm glad you showed up for the study group that day, or, actually, that i showed up."

it was innocent enough, it didn't have to mean much but it could mean more if either of you wanted it too.

"yeah. me too," ellie responded quietly. she finally met your eyes again but you didn't shy away.

"ellie-"

she murmured your name in response, copying your tone. you faltered, too caught off guard to smoothly recover from it.

"you swear i didn't impose last night?" you asked.

'honestly i was getting ready to leave before i saw you.' the words stuck in your mind, and you were curious if she would say something similar now or go back on her word.

"swear," ellie said automatically. she didn't need to think about her answer, it was true and there was no denying it. her certainty had you feeling optimistic like the morning sun. you couldn't help but bring the conversation back to the previous evening, your skin burned under her touch and you yearned for it now, any confirmation that she could possibly feel the same way.

"i'm glad you were there last night too," you said, hoping you didn't sound too repetitive. you already expressed your gratitude a few minutes ago, but you needed something.

ellie smiled despite herself, your willingness to push forward impressing and amusing her.

"hey," ellie murmured. "i'm glad you were there too," she quietly admitted.

your pulse quickened at the sincerity and sighed. "i wish i would've talked to you earlier on in the semester... we could've been friends," you said wistfully.

"friends," ellie muttered, picking at her nail.

you squinted at her and she spoke up. "we are friends," she offered.

the confirmation was nice but something about her tone left you wanting. you were glad that she thought of you as a friend, but you still liked her.

"why'd you invite me to study with you? in the library?"

harmless, but you were definitely toeing the line of being annoying.

"you're very inquisitive," ellie mused. her tone was gentle but she moved her gaze to the ceiling. "we don't have to do this now."

do what? you wanted to ask, but you knew it was getting to be too much. you had your answer, after all. if it were a normal, casual situation, she could've given you an easy answer. but she didn't, so there must've been something there. you smiled down at your lap and ellie looked at you, wondering.

wanting the pressure off of herself, since you felt inspired to ask her so many questions, ellie decided to do the same.

"why'd you stay?" she pressed, taunting as she leaned closer to you.

you stiffened, looking at her from under your eyelashes. "what do you mean?"

"when i invited you to sit with me in the library," ellie clarified.

"oh," you said flatly. "to study. you needed help, didn't you?"

a look of confusion crossed ellie's face briefly before something clicked. whatever registered made her smile like she knew a secret, and she nodded. "uh huh," she breathed out.

you looked puzzled but ellie left it alone. unsatisfied, you decided to be more honest.

"plus... you just invited me, you know? you always looked cool and intimidating... i guess i wanted to, you know, get to know you?"

"what," ellie laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "you're lying," she accuses.

"i am not!" you exclaim, gaping at her. you jokingly wack at her arm, but her reflexes are too quick and she catches your wrist in her hand.

you swallow hard, freezing at her touch. ellie's lips twitch and she slowly releases you, your arm flopping comically down on the bed.

"i'm not lying," you persist, nearly having to force yourself not to whisper. "honestly? i've wanted to talk to you for awhile." you feel sick at your confession, despite its innocence.

"why didn't you?"

"i don't know. scared?"

"scared of me?" ellie questions, sounding concerned.

"no," you quickly clarify. "not scared of you, just..." well, maybe you were a little scared of her. maybe you still were, judging by how quickly your heart was beating. your knees bumped against hers, but you didn't feel like you had to apologize. it was comfortable.

"well, you're talking to me now," ellie offered, glancing quickly at your legs once your knees touched.

"i know!"

"i'm glad you are," ellie spoke softly, carefully watching your reaction.

"yeah? me too," you reply, not overthinking the idea of conveying your feelings for once. there was so much that was still unsaid, but in way it was still revealing. you were happy even to just be there, sitting with ellie and talking with ellie and existing with ellie, and you were starting to feel pretty sure that she felt the same way.

[ part six ]

[wonderlandhatter]

Snapchats from frat Aaron Hotchner

These are before you start dating, he's deff trying to earn some trust. He's only has hookups before and he wants more with you and so is deff trying to do this "the right way"

I have posts edited and done for right before you start dating, like you both know you both like eachother and is deff getting very flirty, so if anyone likes these and would like me to share those let me know.

This is also not edited lol so sorry.

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I feel like this would be one of the firsts he sends you. You two have been chatting in class and when he comes in to your coffee shop. The friendship is growing.

He always invites you to his frats weekly party but honestly it's scary, he has no obligation to stay with you the whole night (he would let's be honest) so there's just too many variables.

So when he starts sending you little updates during the parties about how he's just tried the most disgusting drink he might die, or how he made a drink he thinks you'd like, or how a game would be more fun with you "I'm loosing angel, I need you on my team". He just has you blushing and kicking your feet.

Ok so you're still too anxious/nervous for a frat party (rightfully so those things look awful imo) but that's ok he just thought that would be the easiest way to spend time with you outside of school but he failed to realise that upto this point he's only gone after hookups but this is different, he wants you all the time for everything.

So he took a different approach, more one on one time. It starts when he invited you to. Afrat party and instead of your usual answer of "you know that's not my thing Aaron" you said "I have plans" which he very quickly jumped in to ask if he could join. This boy all but squealed when you happily agreed.

He did expect this to be a social thing but he quickly learned that your plans were a movie about an odd wizard and old woman playing while you painted/coloured and ate snacks.

That was his favourite night in a very long time, he internally prayed it wouldn't be a one time thing, specially after you admitted to these being your set Saturday night plans. He hopes he can become part of your set plans.

(he deff sends this to his best friend when he asks where he is, friend is equally as thrilled for his bud)

His presence in your life has now become a constant and you couldn't be happier. You're all but fully comfortable with him letting yourself be you around him and he couldn't be happier.

You're not as reserved, jocking with him even picking fun at him which he is eating up.

He comes to your job every Friday to "do schoolwork" which tbf he is but also just admiring you.

You make fun of his boring order everytime he orders his "large black coffee" with no sugar. But the last couple of visits he's let you make up his order as whatever you want knowing it would make you happy to as you say "make his life better through caffeinated joy".

They do tend to be your favourite orders given the next picture which he 100% put on his story which you begged him to change to his private story.

This is one of his favourite pictures and 100% becomes his phone background when you start dating.

Your cat is his nemesis.

You cuddles and love that cat all the time and it's 100% jealousy he wishes you were hugging and kissing him.

He's also convinced that the cat is looking at him smugly while you kiss him.

Cat deff also hissed at him when he comes into your apartment, it's a love triangle lol

He's told you the looks your cat gives him which you obviously thinks it's ridiculous so he sends you this as "proof"

[pr33tylul]

HARRYPOTTER X FEM!READER

The bet pt2

Warnings: swearing, smut, smoking

Harry awoke that morning with a smile on his face. He went into the slytherin common room to find a tired malfoy, pulling out a cigarette from the box that was laid on the table. “Want one?” He asked Harry.

Harry sat down next to him and took the cigarette between his fingers and lit it.

“So how is it coming along with the bet? You know the one we had with y/l/n”

Shit he thought, he’d forgotten about the bet “uh- well it’s going great, got a date with her tonight.” Malfoy smirked as he inhaled the smoke. “Look at you go, aye but something tells me somethings off.”

Harry now looked at him. “Don’t know what your talking about.” He didn’t want to tell Draco that he’d fallen for the girl, he didn’t like admitting he liked any girl.

“You don’t want her to find out do you?” Malfoy say up now. “You’ve fallen for y/l/n” Harry gave him a glare. “So what if I have? I regret making this stupid fucking bet, if she finds out it’ll hurt her. Like all the other girls I hurt.”

He honestly hated himself for this whole thing he’d done. “Don’t worry potter, your secrets safe with me” malfoy put out the blunt they were sharing, Harry was to concentrated

On you than to smoke so malfoy had the majority of it.

~

Harry walked in the main hall to see you laughing with your friends, the sight of you it made him smile. He also saw Ron and Hermione talking at the gryffindor table, he knew that Ron had an eye out for the brunette and he was glad that he finally had gathered up the courage to talk to her.

Y/n turned to see Harry, she smiled and waved as she had gotten up. “You weren’t at my common room this morning”she said. “Sorry, woke up late” he honestly didn’t want to tell her that he smoked, he didn’t know what she’d think. “So why do you smell like smoke?” She looked at him concerned

“Umm malfoy smokes.” She nodded. “Come on I can walk you to your next class.” He took her bag and took her hand and intertwined it with his.

“You know you don’t have to take my bag, I can carry it myself.” She blushed, looking down at their hands. “Well i wanna carry it for you.” He said smiling softly “we still on for seven?” He asked “yeah, of course.” She said. They both walked into potions, deciding to be eachothers partners for this lesson, leaving Hermione and Ron working together. Y/n smiled as she kept looking over at her bestfriend blushing furiously as Ron helped her with the potion, as she needed help anyway, she was probably the smartest person in the room.

Harry had stuck with her as much as he could, if they had different classes he’d always be outside waiting for her every time the bell rang, taking her to her next class, risking to be late.

Lunch he ditched his mates and ate with her. Getting to know more about her.

“Where do your parents work.” Harry asked. “The ministry, my dads an auror my mothers a healer.” Y/n sat against the wall. “Interesting”

“What do yours do?” She asked back “my parents are apart of the order of the phoenix, my godfather is too, oh and my uncle.” Y/n nodded in response.

The bell rang for next period so Harry again took her to transfiguration.

After school had ended she’d practically ran into her dorm to get figure out what she’d wear for this date. She’d look through her closet to find a red dress. It was pretty but it wasn’t to fancy, she’d wear that with a denim jacket and some black heels.

She laid it on her bed, after she had eaten a little at dinner she’d come back up and change.

And that’s what she did.

She changed and waited for everyone to leave the common room, she sliped out her common room and waited for Harry.

Harry wore jeans and a shirt, wearing a flannel over it. He approached her looking up and down, y/n doing the same “hi” was all she said. He laughed pulling her along with him, heading to the Astronomy tower. “You look pretty tonight.” She giggled at his response. “Not bad yourself potter.”

They made there way up, y/n saw a blanket and a couple of snacks. “Not that much, but it’s a beautiful night tonight.” She walked forward. “It’s beautiful, Harry” she smiled. She sat down on the blanket seeing treacle tart, chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes, pumpkin pasties.

He sat next to her, admiring her in the moonlight as she looked at the moon. “you really do, look beautiful tonight.” She looked down as she couldn’t stop smiling.

She then looked at him for a moment, just one moment as she was trying to figure something out. “Fuck it.” She said. Climbing over all the treats and connecting his lips with hers.

He smiled into the kiss. Pushing her to the floor as he climbed over her.

“Bit bold of you to do that.” He smirked he kissed her neck. She let out a moan, closing her eyes “You really gonna fuck me against the floor? With no condom?”

He looked at her, she opened her eyes as he stopped. “What makes you think I didn’t bring one.” He reached into his pocket, pulling one out. “I’m guessing you’ve never fucked anyone before?” He finished as she nodded shyly.

“No need to be shy love, can I.” He grabbed the zipper of the dress. He wanted to make her feel safe as possible, make her feel loved.

“Yes” she nodded sitting up sliding her jacket off also. He undone her dress. Her dress sliding down her body, half of her breast revealed to him.

“Harry as much as I want you to kiss every inch of me, I need you” she placed her hand on his belt. He nodded, letting her undo his belt, he undone his jeans and pulled them off, y/ns dress getting flung off aswell. She looked down at his bulge, palming him through his boxers, Harry letting a whimper escape his lips.

He removed her panties, opening her legs to see her dripping wet for him. Y/n was now completely bare, y/n pulling on his boxers.

He didn’t let her wait any longer. Pulling his boxers down and rolling on the condom, her eyes widened at his size “is…is that gonna fit?”

“I’ll make it fit” he pushed into her, jolting back a bit at the sudden stretch, “holy shit” she let out a breath mixed with pain and pleasure. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, he fucked her hard and rough, y/n begged for more and scratched his back and eventually they both had came together, tangled in each others bodies. Slowly falling asleep.

AHHH STOP I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS

PS NEXT CHAPTER SHE FINDS OUTTTTT

[athleticbelly]

You were once an athlete. Not the best one in your school, but your physique definitely portrayed you as one. Lean muscle, strong legs, and endurance to match. You ate a lot to keep up with that physical activity.

Then you went to college. Classes took priority and your diet never changed. Not by much. Some of the healthier meals were replaced with hot pockets and ramen. You tried to work out, but your physical activity diminished when your friend group grew. You spent so much time socializing and enjoying the company of friends that it was only a matter of time until that waistline stopped being so trim. Pants a little tighter, shirts lifting up a bit more, underwear cutting in a little to uncomfortably. It was only when you hit your second year that you realized you had been gaining weight.

Once it started to warm up for spring and you started putting on your tank top you noticed how difficult it was to bring below your navel. That soft mound of flesh that is starting to hide your feet is in the way. A prod here, a grab there, and you realize you have really put on some weight. Yes the panic sets in and you started to think on ways to lose it, but you had an appearance to maintain with your friends. So you bailed on spring break to try and workout. That's when you met me.

Of course I was also trying to lose weight and build an athletic figure, but you showed up and blew me away. I was a little chubby with a small potbelly and thicker thighs, but you definitely had me outclassed by 30+ pounds. Your belly hung over your belt buckle. Your developing second chin was almost prominent. You breathed so heavily that I felt mine leave me because you took my breath away. And I had to have you.

So I introduced myself. We talked and parted ways to other corners of the gym. Eventually, over a few weeks, we got closer and talked more. You lost some weight and so did I. We were both honestly very motivational to each other. You could fit in some of your early college outfits and I could fit into some of my old uniforms.

But I missed how big you were. We started dating and you were so easily molded. We built up such a rapport and you trusted me so much that you didn't realize I was upping your portions. Now, with you going to the gym you did pack on more muscle, but there was equal parts fat to go with it. Your abs forever being hidden by a layer of chub. Your biceps large, but ultimately soft. And that round face stayed round. It was only when one night you brought up that you couldn't seem to lose weight that I decided to lay down the bombshell statement;

"I love you at any size, and I wouldn't mind more of you to love~"

And that's when I had you. You were cautious at first. We talked about it and explained further how I love how fat you were and how you are now, but I did admit I would prefer if you were more fat than fit. And we came to an agreement. If you didn't enjoy being fat in a year's time then I have to help you lose weight. So, I helped you enjoy it!

I baked and cooked all of your meals. Made shakes with whey protein, bananas, and peanut butter to quicken your gains with some added buttermilk to speeden things up. And the amount of fat, sweaty sex that showed my appreciation for the art form that is your body. You grew so fast over the course of half a year. 95+ pounds later and you couldn't see your feet! Your belly rested halfway on your too thick thighs, and not to mention how difficult it was to get you in a chair. You started to long for my cooking and even begged at times for me to feed you. Unfortunately for my own figure I got overzealous and didn't realize you could only handle so much food and drink. So I had to have some of my own. And it made a lot of my outfits too tight. Button up shirts had to always be unbuttoned and I had to resort to stretchy waistbands for all of my pants.

And then the year mark came. You could barely move you were so obese. You forgot about the deal, but I didn't. I reminded you and now here you are. Wondering if you enjoy the state you are in. A nearly immobile monolith of fat.

So how does it feel~? Being a former athlete and now a product of a nurturing partner~

[likepraying]

7-11 run | oneshot

pairing: guy x honey summary: first meeting between guy and honey... or at least my interpretation. warnings: none! wordcount: 1,004 note: i know this took so long to release but here you guys go!!

You weren’t the type to go to 7/11 at three in the morning. However, the guy you talked to about Star Wars for around six hours offered and for some reason a slurpee sounded great right about now. You didn’t know why saying yes to him was so easy but you were sure it had to do with the way he smiled at you and the look of hope that was in his eyes… You could probably say yes to anything he said at the moment. 

The reason you two met was because of this dinner party. You were at the point in your life that people did dinner parties, which you didn’t even know if you were the best candidate for. Someone from your class invited you because her boyfriend was a culinary major and he wanted to do something for the sake of practicing his skills. Plus… you couldn’t remember the last time you had a meal where you had all five food groups. More sad to admit in your head now you think about it. 

Still, you expected to see a keg and some dudes with shirts off… Okay, maybe you weren’t the biggest party person and you didn’t spend time outside of your dorm other than for work. You didn’t want to talk about it. The dinner held around fifteen people and all of which you could communicate with, except for this girl named Kayla which was rough. Most of the time she wanted everyone to pay attention to her but you didn’t have the patience for that so you just ate your food and talked to others. Honestly, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live with her. 

It was a good meal. A wonderful array of different types of tacos. It was traditional style tacos with fish, veggies and chicken with some rice that was so good you had to take home. As well as the tortillas and a good amount of salsa. Your mini fridge will be thankful for actually being full for once. But the guy who sat next to you asked about you. He was interested in what you studied, what your hobbies were, why you specifically hated the Return of the Jedi when it was the best of the original series. You couldn’t understand Guy, you wanted to so badly but you couldn’t get him and that’s why you probably stuck around with him this evening. 

Your window gets rolled up as he finally turns on the air conditioner in his 2014 Subaru outback (that of which he named Steve Irwin) and you smell the royal pine air freshener once more. You two had a debate about that one too. 

“You know what would be totally crazy?” Guy’s voice breaks the long and lovely silence you were having.

A sigh escapes from your lips, “Yeah?” “If you like… stay at my place and we have a sleepover.” “...What?” “You heard me, dude.”

“Guy. I cannot spend a night at your place.” “Well! News for you, babe, it's actually three right now so you’re not exactly spending the night.” Guy counters but it only makes you close your eyes. 

“I cannot. I got work.” “Great. I’ll drive you to your dorm and then I’ll take you out.” You sit there in the passenger seat, tempted to just shake him. You hear his marble-sized brain shake around his head but you don’t. You bite your lip before shaking your head, “Fuck it.”

“YEAH! Sleepover at Guy’s!” He screams out before you  are swerving to the right and pulling to the 7/11. 

“I hate your driving so much, oh my god.” You say, holding to either side of the car, bracing as if you were going to crash. 

“Hey, I deliver pizzas for a living. I gotta get there fast or else they get a free pie. I can’t have that.” He turns off the ignition and steps out of the car. Before you have a chance to open the door he runs over, sliding over the hood of his car and opens up the door. With a huff he smiles, “Hey girl.”

“Never say that again.”

“No! It’s the Ryan Gosling meme!” “...Where do you get so much energy?” You ask. “It’s the H in ADHD.” He smiles back at you before gesturing to start walking with him as he closes the door after you climb out. 

The worker doesn’t even bother to look up from his phone screen as the both of you enter. The humming of the fridges and the slurpee machines fill the silence and already the two of you are giggling as you try and race each other to the machines. Guy hip-bumps you and you’re thrown off your course. You watch him grab a big gulp cup and fill the cup in every flavor. His giggles only make you question whether a demon possessed him. 

Slowly in your frightened state you grab a medium cup and begin to fill the cup with coca-cola and cherry and the man snaps up as if he just remembered what he needed to get. 

“The Airhead rainbow things. The sour things.”

You watch him furrowed his brows in confusion as he tries to remember the name of the candy and you feel laughter bubble in your throat before it escapes, shaking your head and you speak once more, “You are ridiculous.”

“Yeah, that’s right, honey! R-I-D… Uh…”

You look over at him with a raised eyebrow and he stares back at you with puckered lips and shakes a finger, “Whatever. I need the candy. You can sit here and judge me for not knowing how to spell ridiculous but I want snacks.” 

And he was off to another aisle. You grab a straw and feel yourself smiling more than planned. You didn’t know why you didn’t tell him not to call you anything. Especially “honey” of all things. But you could get used to him calling you that. You could be Guy’s honey.

[saibugslegacy]

Summer Sun

Word Count: 1.2k

Idris Valley & Leander Prewett

Summary: After Percival is cursed Idris throws themself into trying to find a cure, to the point where they're isolated which is concerning for the normally extroverted mage. Someone does finally find them, but it's the last person they expected.

Read it on AO3

"FUCK!" Idris yelled. 

They grabbed the pot and just threw it as hard as they could, desperate to feel 

anything other than frustration and exhaustion even if it was just the temporary satisfaction of breaking something. They ran their hands through their hair, pulling it a little bit in their anger. It helped ground them a little even if it hurt.This was a herbology assignment! They were supposed to be GOOD at Herbology. It was like they one thing they had! And they now they couldn't fucking do it either?! Why couldn't they do ANYTHING?! WHY WERE THEY SO USELESS-

"Thought so."

Idris whirled around to see Leander Prewet at the top of the greenhouse stairs. Leander was just about the last fucking person Idris wanted to see right now.

"Don't even start, Prewett," Idris grumbled. "I'm so not in the mood."

"I know, I have eyes." Leander scoffed. "And ears."

He trotted his way merrily down the stairs and right to Idris' potting table. He stood there and looked at the asphodel Idris had killed three times so far. For some reason they just couldn't tell what they were doing wrong. They couldn't remember much of anything, really.

"Did you drain the soil?" Leander asked. Idris paused, racking their brain. Fuck. Now they wanted to throw their own skull instead of a pot. How dumb of an oversight was that?

"...no," Idris admitted. Well, it was honestly more of a mumble. 

They begrudgingly waved their wand and drained the water from the soil, leaving just enough for it to be soft, and dumped it in a nearby dittany pot. Leander handed them the sprig of Asphodel and sure enough the gray flowers immediately turned a healthy white instead of brown.

"Thanks," Idris mumbled. "Bye."

"Where are you going?" Leander questioned. "Classes start in just two hours and you look like crap. Were you here all night?"

"No, I just got here a few hours ago," Idris answered. "Mostly I was in the library. Now I'm going back."

More specifically Idris was going to break into the REstricted Section of the library. Now that their school work was out of the way and they wouldn't have Professor Weasley or Percival breathing down their neck they could finally focus on research that actually matter. Them and Sebastian had found an artifact they thought might be able to cure Percival, they just had no idea how it worked or what the consequences would be. Idris had to find out as soon as possible, for Percy. They needed to do 

something."No, you're not," Leander crossed his arms glared at them. To his credit, Idris was so caught off guard they didn't even retort for a few second, just stood and blinked at him.

"Excuse me?" Idris scoffed.

"When was the last time you slept?"

"What?"

"When was the last time you slept? And how many hours?"

"Why do you care?"

"Answer the question."

Idris groaned and took off their glasses to pinch the bridge of their nose. It did nothing to quell the headache building behind their eyes, but they'd gotten used to it.

"I got like, three hours the other night," Idris replied. "Happy?"

"No," Leander shrugged. "When was the last time you ate?"

"None of your business."

"So too long."

"

None of your business.""Come on, we're going to the Great Hall," Leander decided, like that was his right at all. 

"I'm going to the library," Idris rolled their eyes and pushed their way past him to head for the door.

"You go out there I'm going to duel you," Leander warned. Maybe it was mean to laugh, but Idris was too tired to care.

"Seriously?" Idris snickered. "You can't beat me in a duel."

"In this state it would be easy," Leander scoffed. "But that doesn't matter, we can argue about that later at length. If I win I can drag you to the Great Hall. You win, I'll report you to a teacher for hurting another student and you'll end up with detention. Then you definitely won't have time to do whatever it is you're trying to do."

......shit.

"I fucking hate you," Idris informed him.

"I really don't care," Leander offered his arm and Idris unwillingly noted to themself that apparently Leander actually did have manners. 

Idris groaned, thought it was mostly for show, and put their hand in the crook of Leander's elbow, just like Mom taught them when they came out about not being a boy.

Leander led them to the Great Hall despite Idris dragging their feet for every step. If they stumbled once or twice as their vision spun and actually used Leander to rebalance themself that was their business, not his. They eventually made it to the Great Hall and Leander plopped Idris down at the GRyffindor table. Then, to their surprise, sat down right next to them. They didn't even get to protest or comment before Leander was filling a plate with an entire array of food and placing it in front of Idris.

"Eat three things on here," Leander ordered. "I'm not leaving until you do." 

"Are you trying to out-stubborn me?" Idris raised an eyebrow.

"No, because I'm betting your hunger will win now that there's food in front of you," Leander smirked.

Idris' eyes darted to the plate for just a second too long. Leander had grabbed pretty much everything, probably because he had no clue what Idris liked. Which meant their plate had sausage, hasbrowns, eggs, and strawberries, also known as Idris' favorite breakfast.

"I'm going to destroy you later," Idris told him.

"Sure you are."

"I really don't like you."

"Improvement from hate. Eat."

Idris grabbed a fork and stabbed a sausage with as much fury as they could muster. If the plates weren't enchanted they honestly probably would have broken it. Unfortunately, Leander was right. As soon as that first bite was in their mouth they dug into the food like they hadn't eaten in weeks. True to his word Leander just sat there and ate his own food. He finished way before Idris did but he still sat there and waited for them to be finished eating. And of course he had a stupid smug grin on his face the whole time.

"Shut up," Idris muttered.

"I didn't say anything," Leander replied. Idris wanted to curse that grin off his face. "But I did tell you so."

"Shut up!" Idris laughed and elbowed, making Leander join in on their laughter.

"No way," Leander said. "Not until you go to bed at least."

"Classes are in like," Idris checked the large clock on the wall. "Fourty five minutes."

"I'll just tell them you're sick or something," Leander waved them off. "You look like a patient at St. Mungos."

"It's not that bad."

"It really is. You look like you have ash smeared under your eyes."

"Okay maybe a nap would be reasonable," Idris admitted with a sigh. "Tell Percival what's actually going on or he'll mother hen me."

"Sure whatever."

"Kinda like you are."

"I am not mother henning you. When I beat you in Crossed Wands I want you in top shape so no one can dismiss my victory."

"Of course you do," Idris laughed. They got up from the table and patted Leander's shoulder as they passed him. "Good night, Prewett."

"Good night, Valley."

[bratzforchris]

hi lovely aves! i think this has been done before but could you do a one shot where the reader and luke are FWB and eventually admit their feelings to one another? it's basic i know but i love your writing sm💐🫧🪷

Fairytale

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: small mentions of sex/friends with benefits (nothing actually explicit)

Word Count: 1017

A/N: Thank you for the request! I strayed from the actual prompt a bit, so I hope it's okay!

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You never would have considered yourself a “friends with benefits” type of girl. Ever since you were young, you had always assumed you would be more of a fairytale person, dating a singular handsome prince and living happily ever after. You weren’t one for casual dating. 

So how the hell did you end up here? In the bed of your best friend of twelve years’ bed after having sex? Honestly, you were asking yourself the same question as you and Luke looked at each other, both too afraid to speak. It didn’t feel wrong, necessarily. It felt more like absolutely, completely, unexpected. 

You sighed, rolling over and thinking back on your “relationship”–if you could call it that–with Luke. 

You two had been best friends ever since you met in kindergarten. At the time, Luke had been the only other kid who could play guitar, making you instant best friends. Your friendship had grown throughout elementary and middle school, but high school had brought on new feelings. You and Luke had kissed a few times and gone on a few “dates”, but you both ultimately decided it was better to stay friends. Not that there had been anything wrong with either of you per say, but it was just better for your friendship if you weren’t also dating. 

Miraculously, you had both ended up at the same university, in the same major. Both you and Luke had been extremely excited, knowing this gave you the chance to still be best friends while also pursuing your own lives away from your hometown. You’d managed to stay friends, but never anything more than that. You always hung out in groups, never straying to go off on your own together. 

In October, you had started dating a lovely new boy. Or so it had seemed. He had been nice for the first few months of your relationship, absolutely spoiling you with gifts. Unfortunately for you, as the relationship progressed, it became clear that this particular boy hadn’t been who he said he was. He’d left you heartbroken and in your haze, you’d wandered over to Luke’s apartment. 

That was six months ago. The first night, Luke had simply held you and comforted you, cursing the guy to hell and back as you two laid on his couch watching Doctor Who. Slowly, it became a habit. You would go over to Luke’s apartment in the evening after your day of classes. You two would watch TV and make dinner together, laughing as best friends, just like old times. It had always been that, just friends. 

Even at the start of this evening, when you had shown up after a long day of working at the campus coffee shop and classes, everything had been normal. You and Luke had made

homemade pizzas and ate them on the couch, watching TV. You had turned to him during a sweet moment in one of the episodes, only to notice he was already looking at you. 

“Luke?” You questioned. 

“You know I would do anything for you, right Y/N?” he had asked, looking into your eyes earnestly. 

“...yeah?” You asked, unsure of where he was going with this. 

One thing had led to another and before you knew it, Luke was kissing you. You hadn’t pulled away; instead, you had leaned into it, kissing him back just as deeply. You couldn’t help it, but what you felt inside just felt right. Your body felt alive with the sparks you felt for Luke. You realized you had been denying yourself this whole time, squashing down your feelings so as not to lose your friendship. 

The blond had picked you up under your butt, carrying you to his bedroom. He hadn’t even bothered to turn on the light, simply laying you down on the bed before laying down with you. 

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” he whispered beside you, carding his fingers through your hair. 

You blushed, rolling over to nuzzle into his chest. “Luke, stop.” You whined. 

“You are,” Luke mumbled, slowly running his hand up and into your shirt. “Is this okay?” he whispered. 

You nodded quickly, moaning softly at the feeling of his slightly calloused, but still soft hands undoing your bra. 

The sex had been perfect. Luke was soft and gentle and asked for consent before he did anything to you. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind, though. Even though being physically intimate with Luke felt right, were you willing to lose your best friend and your boyfriend at the same time if you two broke up? 

“Luke, stop!” You had exclaimed, bolting up. 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” the blond asked worriedly, gently rubbing your back. 

“No, I’m fine. It’s not that…” You trailed off. 

“Wanna tell me what’s up?” Luke asked softly, his blue eyes pleading gently. 

“I just. It’s hard to explain,” You said. “We agreed to stay friends in high school, Luke.”

“I know Y/N, I know. But we’ve grown since then. Can’t we give it a shot?” he asked quietly. 

“I can’t lose you as my best friend and my boyfriend if we break up…” You trailed off, nearly on the verge of tears. 

“You won’t,” Luke stated. “Because I, well, I love you. And I’m sure if you love me too, but I hope you do, because I want to be with you for life, Y/N. You’ve been by my side for years, and I’m so thankful for that.” the blond was nearly in tears by the time he had finished his small speech. 

“Oh Luke,” You said quietly, nearly crying yourself. “I love you too. And I’m sorry I’m being weird about it, but I do. I have for so long and I just squashed those feelings because I was scared of getting hurt.” You whispered. 

Luke leaned over, pulling you into a deep kiss. “It’s okay. You’re mine now, baby. All mine.”

You blushed and kissed your now-boyfriend back, smiling through the kiss. Maybe it wasn’t a typical fairytale, but Luke was mostly definitely your prince. 

[soft-bellied-tannies]

One Year Older and Another Size Up

I'm back with Jimin's birthday fic...finally! Thank you for your patience and kindness! I'm grateful for all the people who checked in and sent well wishes. I actually only had bad weather on Friday and Saturday, thankfully passing without too many problems. I then unfortunately had some technical difficulties and one of my stories got reported so I had to resolve that before I could post. But we're good now!

So, a few days late and a little stress later - here is my Jimin birthday story. Hopefully, I'll get back to the Chubtober prompts starting tomorrow! <3

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Read here or on AO3!

Jimin had honestly not expected to wake up alone on his birthday. He would be the first to admit that he is spoiled by his pack, especially as the only omega, but it was strange that he didn’t have a clingy Tae or an excited Jungkook plastered against his side. 

After taking a few minutes to get his bearings, Jimin realized that a considerable amount of noise was coming from their kitchen. He sat up and stretched a bit, listening for any hints of what his pack was setting up for him but heard nothing aside from quiet bickering. 

Quickly moving through his morning routine, Jimin tugged on his silk robe and tied it around his waist as he made his way out to the kitchen. It likely would be surprising to people that a pack of college mates lived as domestically as they did, but knowing who your mates are by the first year of high school makes that easy. 

Jimin stood at the edge of the room, watching his pack hustle around to finish setting everything up with a fond smile on his face. His mates had clearly prepared every single one of his favorite breakfast foods, unsurprising but appreciated. 

It was never directly addressed, but Jimin knew that his mates had a motivated interest in pampering him as their pack omega and the physical effects of that treatment seemed to be a source of their pride and attraction as well. 

Plump omegas were a sign of a healthy pack and Jimin knew that he more than fulfilled that image. On most days, it was a lot of scenting and cuddling with his mates regularly checking in, walking him to class, and ensuring that he ate all his meals. 

However, on a day like his birthday, Jimin knew that he was in for the pampering of a lifetime. He would not be hungry, unscented, or lonely all day and he certainly wasn’t going to complain about that. 

“Good morning, my loves,” Jimin finally said, breaking the chaotic state of his pack preparing for his special breakfast. He couldn’t help but laugh as they all turned to him wide-eyed, somehow not realizing that he had joined them. 

After a beat of silence, everyone seemed to jump into action with a chorus of “Happy Birthday” ringing out through the house. Jimin’s laugh grew louder as various arms wrapped around him in tight embraces. 

Before he was sat down in front of an impressively high-piled plate, Jimin received all his morning affection - a little extra from each of them considering the celebration. Jin was the last to greet him, holding him a little longer and whispering all the sweet words he could muster while Yoongi somehow managed to add even more to their omega’s large serving of breakfast. 

As meals like that tend to be, Jimin’s morning seemed to be a blur. He ate with no hesitation, grateful for a pack that cared for him so well and appreciative for a body that showed it. His mates talked about their plans for the day and shared their words of love and appreciation for Jimin.

Nearing the last few bites on his plate, Jimin loosened the tie on his robe - reminding himself how silly it was to knot it tightly around his soft waist. He had been in that position many times before and knew better than to limit his stomach space to grow. 

While he wasn’t slim by any means, Jimin had always been more bottom-heavy with his weight. He also knew that his appetite had grown with his size thanks to his mates and that his not-as-prominent tummy became much more noticeably round whenever he was presented with Jin and Yoongi’s delicious food. 

Jimin just giggled at the smirk on Jin’s face; the beta always seemed to catch the omega’s moments of needing to adjust whatever he was wearing while eating. With less tension on his stomach, Jimin finished his breakfast and a couple more bites that he was offered as he tried to leave the table and get ready for the day. 

As it was his birthday, Jimin had a very specific outfit in mind - his favorite lavender skirt and black knit cardigan with flowers. He loved his wardrobe as most were gifts from Taehyung and Hoseok, but those two items, in particular, were his go-to for special days. 

With the help of his white bodysuit, the pretty skirt still had a little give, meaning his big breakfast hadn’t been too big. Jimin certainly had clothes that could no longer accommodate a full day, fitting snugly on an empty stomach with no chance of making it through his meals. 

After styling his hair and finishing the last touches on his makeup, Jimin did a little twirl for himself in the mirror and loved the way he looked. He knew some omegas didn’t love the natural weight that came with mating, but Jimin liked knowing that his pack’s love and affection were evident every day. 

Thursday was the one day when all seven of them had a morning class so Jimin got to walk to campus with his entire pack. Namjoon insisted on stopping by the nearby coffee shop to get him a frappe and his favorite chocolate croissant as if they hadn’t just eaten a massive meal, but the omega would never turn them down. 

Jimin ate and drank as they walked, excitedly talking about building a big nest in the living room and watching ‘The Notebook’ for their evening plans. He finished his croissant and accepted the last few bites of Taehyung’s as the alpha claimed it was a gesture of love the omega could not turn down. 

Jimin felt the presence of his growing-tighter skirt waistband after the ‘dessert’ to his barely digested breakfast as the pack led him to his Creative Writing class and dropped him off with promises of a midday lunch at Jimin’s favorite campus cafe afterward. He sipped on his water throughout the class and hoped that his first meal of the day would be fully digested before they sat down for lunch. 

His class went by quickly, accepting some kind birthday wishes from a few friends and even a cookie from Taemin that Jimin definitely should have saved instead of eating it during class. Knowing that he had an extra thirty minutes before the others were out of class, Jimin decided to take a little walk. 

Making a few laps around the quad, Jimin was hoping to gain some more space for lunch. He knew his mates would once again get all his favorites for their second birthday meal of the day and the last thing he wanted was to tap out of eating or break out of his skirt. 

Yoongi and Namjoon’s music production class ended early and walked Jimin to the cafe, deciding to get a table and at least order drinks before the others arrived. Somehow, Jimin was convinced to get a milkshake even though he had just had a frappe a few hours earlier and it was lunchtime, but Yoongi reasoned that it was his birthday and he deserved it. 

The others approached the table soon after, Jungkook setting down a large taro boba tea in front of Jimin who was already drinking his salted caramel milkshake. The omega’s eyes widened, but he also would never turn down their sweet gestures or a boba tea. 

Jimin wasn’t even focused on what was ordered, knowing his pack would pick all his favorite dishes anyway. He instead listened to Taehyung’s story about the drama in his and Jin’s acting class while he finished his milkshake and moved on to his boba tea. 

Mindlessly drinking while listening to his mates talk hadn’t been Jimin’s best choice as he was feeling quite full and sloshy when their food arrived. He had managed to finish the entire milkshake, over half the boba tea, and the Diet Coke he initially ordered before being handed a bowl of spicy jajangmyeon and an order of dumplings just for him. 

Against his better judgment, Jimin decided that the heavy carbs might help fill his stomach more substantially than the large amount of liquid already weighing him down. He ate his noodles enthusiastically, finishing his boba tea and his Diet Coke refill not once but twice to combat the spice. 

Jimin felt inappropriately full for early afternoon, but he also felt thoroughly and deeply loved with all the intentional decisions from his pack. On top of all those feelings, Jimin was ready for a nap and maybe a more comfortable outfit. 

Excusing himself to the bathroom, Jimin immediately saw the burden on his waistband as soon as he crossed in front of the mirror. It looked as if he was a few bites away from splitting the fabric right at the seams. 

After a struggle to undo the creaking clasp, Jimin took in the most satisfying deep breath that expanded his stomach well beyond what his skirt allowed him before. The zipper put up a fight of its own as he forced it down to take all pressure off his sensitive middle. 

Taking some time to breathe and fix his hair since he was there allowed Jimin to relax and start digesting. He stood in front of the mirror with his skirt undone until the door swung open and another omega stepped inside the bathroom. Jimin ducked into the first open stall so he could reclasp his skirt in privacy. 

However, it was not that easy. 

As soon as Jimin gave his stomach more room to breathe, his body had no intention of stuffing itself back into his skirt. Sucking in as much as possible a few times while leaning up against the wall finally allowed him to latch the clasp. Zipping it back, though, was definitely not going to happen. 

Jimin tried to hide the fact that he was breathing heavily as he walked back out to the mirror, taking a look at how obvious his unzipped skirt was. He ignored the blush high on his cheeks as he avoided the eyes of the omega washing her hands. Jimin waited for her to leave before stepping back and looking at how noticeable the zipper was without hiding it. 

Normally Jimin wouldn’t mind the need to make some room for his bloated stomach, but it wasn’t often that they were out in public when this happened. He intentionally wrapped his cardigan around him tightly to cover his side, praying that the clasp held firm until they got back home. 

As he returned to the table, his pack looked up at him with confused expressions - likely due to the fact that he was gone for a while and that he was hiding himself under his sweater which was not like Jimin at all. 

Namjoon opened his arm, offering Jimin to sit on his lap as a gesture of comfort, but Jimin simply shook his head. The omega knew that if he sat down now, he had no chance of getting home with the skirt in tact. 

“Can we go?” Jimin asked quietly, a bit anxious which was odd. 

“Everything okay, baby?” Jin asked in reply, concerned that something happened in the omega’s time away from the table. 

Jimin looked around a few times before pulling back his sweater to reveal his zipper. “It won’t be okay if I even take a deep breath at this point so let’s please go,” he replied quietly and then tugged his cardigan back around him. 

A moment of silence passed before his mates burst into laughter, only further endeared by Jimin’s embarrassed smile and pink cheeks. They all stood while continuing to laugh, a few placing gentle kisses on Jimin’s cheeks and forehead. Jungkook offered to take the omega’s bag as well as they left the restaurant. 

As they walked, Jimin felt the pull of the fabric and continued silently hoping that nothing happened to split the clasp open. He was caught up in his head until Taehyung wrapped around his back, matching his steps. 

“It’s fine, Min. No one can tell,” the alpha whispered in his ear, hands gently resting on Jimin’s bloated middle. “Honestly, babe, I don’t think you’ll lose this skirt even if the clasp breaks anyway.” 

“Hey!” Jimin cut back, unable to hide his giggle as he leaned into the teasing alpha’s chest. His mates all joined in laughing, having heard Taehyung’s remark. 

Jin picked up the pace to walk beside them and pinched the omega’s cheek. “Don’t worry, baby. You can change when we get back and relax. We wouldn’t want you to split your favorite skirt.” 

Jimin’s entire body warmed up with embarrassment but also love from Jin’s words. He knew it was only a matter of time before he outgrew his favorite outfits with the way the pack was feeding him, but he also knew they would find him equally cute clothes. 

Yoongi and Hoseok assumed that his silent consideration was Jimin thinking about losing his favorite clothing, leading Hoseok to comfort him. “We can always find a tailor or get you a new skirt for your birthday next year, Minnie. I know you love that one.”

Before Jimin could respond, Taehyung jiggled his full stomach from behind and kissed his cheek. “Hmm, this one isn’t making it to next year, Hobi. Maybe new skirts for Christmas,” the alpha teased again. 

Jimin’s jaw dropped. “Kim Taehyung!” 

There was another beat of silence until the pack burst into laughter yet again; Jimin leaning his weight into the alpha’s chest as he joined in. He certainly wasn’t bothered by the teasing, especially when it was true and he loved that it was in response to the proof of their pampering on his body. 

They laughed as they walked until Jimin stopped, feeling a snap at his side. The omega pulled Taehyung’s arm back and slipped the fabric of his cardigan away to look at his skirt - clasp now long gone, having snapped under the mixed pressure of his stuffed belly and joyous laughter. 

A deep red tinge filled Jimin’s cheeks as he saw the remnants of his skirt’s clasp flared open on his side, the fabric not having moved an inch without the clasp that he thought was his saving grace to get home. 

Taehyung smirked again and encouraged Jimin to keep walking. “See, birthday boy, I knew you had nothing to worry about.” 

Jimin groaned again with a faux pout as his pack laughed at the continued teasing. He never thought he’d say ruining his favorite skirt would be the highlight of his birthday, but his mates’ love for him proves itself every day.

[panjakes]

I’m going through my sunghoon appreciation moment right now and i need him, his cuddles his everything, he has the cutest smile, like imagine being the one to make him smile 🥹🥺😊 !! :]

anyways sorry for my rant but can you do, sunghoon x reader, where no one has ever made sunghoon smile, not even his family, but when a new transfer come along, and she hears about sunghoon not showing any sign of happiness, she makes it her top mission to make him feel loved, even if that means she has to take down the people in her way just to do so.

it’s kinda weird but let me explain, reader has a sweet face, so voice and she is honestly the nicest person, so no one expects her when suddenly people starting getting murdered one by one, but the thing is the only people that are getting murdered are the people who have harmed sunghoon, you may be thinking how did she who harmed sunghoon? well just a few months before she transferred she kept tabs on sunghoon, she knew what he ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, what time he woke up and what time he feel asleep, etc. it’s giving stalker, i know, but hear me out, i feel like this will be a great story, you can end it however you’d like, but i hope you enjoy writing it ! :]

p.s. sorry for the long request, i tried to explain it the best that i could but i suck at explaining things so i hope you understood this !! thanks you 4 writing !!

I hope you like it!!

Also trigger warning talks of death and blood

“He’s been here a whole week and I haven’t seen him smile once.” Marie says watching sunghoon from his locker

“Yeah, he just sits there. I haven’t even heard him laugh” Luna says

“I bet Yn can make him laugh” Maria says smirking in Yn’s direction

“Better yet, I can make him smile” she says smirking

“Really?” Luna asks raising a brow

“Yup. Give me month” Yn says

“Alright then. A month is all you get” Maria says

“A month is all I need” the girl says walking away from her friends and over to sunghoon

“Hi! Sunghoon! How’s your day?” She asks with her hands behind her back

“Hey Yn, It’s good” he says closing his locker

“Do you want to be my partner in Mrs.Park class?” Yn asks with a big smile

Sunghoon had to admit. The dark skin girl was pretty with her freshly done knotless braids flipped to the side

“Yeah sure.” He says shrugging

“I’m Yn,by the way” she says making sunghoon chuckle without a smile

“I know, we sit next to each other It parks class” he says making the girl go wide eye in embarrassment

“Oh yeah right. Sorry” she says slapping her forehead

“It’s cool. It just crossed your mind” he says patting her shoulder

Yn looks up at him smiling

“Okay! Wanna talk about the project over lunch?“ Yn asks

“Sure why not?” Sunghoon says following behind the girl

“So how was your day hoon?” Sunghoons dad asks

“It was okay. I guess…I made a friend” sunghoon shrugs

“Is he a cool guy?” He asks

“She’s pretty cool. Pretty too” he says making his dad go wide eye

“Oh! A lady friend” he says smirking

“Not like that.” Sunghoon says flatly before leaving the room

“Okay?” Sunghoons dad says shrugging

“Honey, have you seen the news?” Sunghoons mother says coming down the stairs

“No what’s wrong?” He asks

“Remember that boy who use to tease sunghoon?” She asks causing her husband to nod

“He passed! I saw it on Facebook” she says making her husband frown

“Passed? How?” He asks

“I don’t know, it’s all over social media!” She says making the man sigh

“Thats his Karma for messing with my son”he says causing sunghoons mother to gasp

“Honey!!!”

“I’m just saying!”

“Something bothering you hoon?” Yn asks gluing the cut out pieces onto the post board

“Yeah” he says

“What is it? You can talk to me if you like” she says

“The guy who use tease me passed away” he says looking over at the girl

“Aw, sorry to hear that. Are you feeling bad about it?” She asks

“Not at all. I’m kind of glad. He deserved it” sunghoon says

“Nothing wrong with feeling that way” Yn says smiling

Sunghoon looks her over once before nodding

“Your pretty Yn, I like you” Sunghoon says making Yn smile

“Thank you, I like you too” she says patting his shoulder and turning her attention back to the bored

Sunghoon obviously meant as a friend. Yn did pick up on it but she’ll drag it just a tad bit longer. After all she’s came way to far not too.

“Got him to smile yet?”

“Of course. I got him to smile and I got him to be my boyfriend” Yn says smirking

“Girl bye. Your lying!” Marie says

“Right! He so disinterested in everything” Luna says

“Maybe so, but he isn’t disinterested in me” Yn says smirking

“Please Yn, a guy like sunghoon isn’t interested in dating. Plus I heard he’s a like a curse or something” Luna says

“Curse? What curse?” Marie asks

“Literally for the past month every person who ever messed with him has suddenly dropped dead. He’s cursed” Luna says

“He’s not cursed! Stop talking about him” Yn says

“He’s not your boyfriend you can stop defending him” Luna says

Before Yn could say anything else Sunghoon walked up behind her putting his hands on her shoulders

“Hey Hoon” Yn says turning around with a smile

“Hey babe, how was class?” He asks leaning down to kiss her lips shocking both of her friends

She was telling the truth! They were together

“It was good, are you going to sit with us?” Yn asks

“No, I’m going to the Library I’ll see you later okay” he says patting her shoulder

“Okay see you later” Yn says watching the boy walk out the lunchroom

Yn sighs turning around to face his friends

“I love him so much” Yn says not stop the big grin

“Love? How long have you been dating?” Marie asks

“It’s only been about two weeks” Yn says shrugging

“Two weeks?! And you love him already? Don’t you think your moving to fast?” Luna asks

“Absolutely not! I just fall in love quicker than others” Yn says shrugging

“Yeah but in two weeks though?” Marie asks

“Are you guys jealous or something?” Yn asks making the two scoff

“As if! Yn your being weird. Your not acting like yourself” Marie says

“Tuh. Whatever” Yn says getting up to find sunghoon.

After walking into the library, Yn finally finds sunghoon in the corner alone. He looks up seeing his girlfriend visibly upset

“What’s wrong Yn?” He asks

She throws her bag down before plopping down in the seat next to him

“I love you sunghoon” she says flatly

“Okay” he says confusedly

“My friends think I’m being weird about our relationship” she says pouting

Sunghoon rolls his eyes before picking his pencil back up

“Well fuck them, all you need is me” sunghoon says causing the girl to pause

“Really?” She says smiling

“Yeah, come here” he says opening his arm but never stopping his writing

Yn giddily goes into his wrapping both her arms around the male instantly melting in his embrace

“We don’t need friends when we have each other” he says squeezing her shoulder just a little bit

“I love you too Yn” he whisper before placing a kiss on her forehead

Yn felt like she was in heaven. It felt so good to be in sunghoons arms

Sunghoon went outside the store checking his phone seeing several missed calls from Yn. He instantly goes to call her back getting worried that she called so many times.

The phone goes the voicemail and sunghoon calls back again just to not get an answer. He calls one more time sigh when the phone keeps ringing

Just as he was about to hang up he heard another phone ringing. He follows the sound of the ringing to the back of the store. As he got closer he headed small grunts.

He turns his head watching as a figure stands up from something. He presses the call button again causing the phone to ring again.

The person picks the phone up sighing

“Hi love”

“Yn?” Sunghoon asks causing the person to turn around. It was Yn.

Her face and clothes were dotted in blood. Her long braids were dangling in her face. Her face held a crazed look. In her hand was a bloody knife which she dropped when she seen sunghoon.

“Y-Yn?” He whispers stepping closer to the body

“Sunghoon I-I” Yn says now shaking

“Yn what did you do?” He asks

“I-I had too. H-he was rude to you!” Yn says tears now coming out her eyes

Sunghoon peeked at the body and all the blood that was everywhere

“You killed the others, didn’t you?” Sunghoon asks

“Y-yes. They hurt you hoon I had too!” She says sobbing

This girl was crazy. She was crazy for him. He liked it

“Shhh okay, Yn” he says slowly itching forward taking the bloody knife from her hands and she cried and shakes

“I-I’m sorry hoon, please don’t leave me. I love you” she says. Sunghoon shushes her again dropping the knife into his bag

He takes her shirt sleeve whipping the blood from her face.

“It’s okay baby. Calm down” he whispers to the girl

He takes his jacket off putting on her and zipping it up to cover her bloody clothes.

“Wh-what’re you doing?” Yn asks only to get shushed again

“What your going to do is walk back to my house with me. Your going to shower and go to bed. We’ll talk in the morning” he says kissing her forehead then her lips

“R-really” the girl asks

“Yes. Come on love” he says leading the girl in the opposite direction of where she had killed her most recent victim.

Sunghoon stared down at the girl who slept peacefully in his bed. He some how wasn’t scared, nor was he disgusted. He some what felt special

Nobody ever made the effort to go out their way to get rid of the people who made his life hell at one point. It made him feel special, important even.

“Sunghoon?”

He gets knocked out his thoughts by Yn’s voice. He looked down at her. Her eyes were filled with tears. She looked so innocent and they both know it was far from the truth.

“Yes love” he says placing his hand on her cheek

“D-do you still love me?” She asks making him smile

“Of course, anybody who’s willing to kill for me is worthy of my love” he says using his thumb to caress her cubby brown cheeks

“Really?” She asks with a small smile

“Really, I appreciate you doing those things for me” he says returning the small smile

It was wrong, sunghoon knew that. But he didn’t care. He liked it. He liked every single bit of it.

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Random Things Dr. Cimmerian Said Asleep

Dr. Cimmerian is, first, typically a ray of sunshine. Second, he has a bad habit of dozing off while reviewing reports. And drooling on a few here and there. He does say some weird shit while asleep, I blame the copious amounts of coffee everybody consumes. Once more, without context!

"Peaches? With long pork? Pushing the boundaries of fine cannibal dining I see, Ferdinand. I'd suggest some shiraz or a nice zinfandel."

"Yoshi! Put down that D-Class right this instant! He's a very boring serial killer. The nice Chaos Insurgency guy next to him would taste better, not that we condone a humanitarian diet here."

"Dyo, honestly... the crinoline is outdated with good reason, namely it's too damned impractical. Stick to corsetry."

"Eighty kilos of gunpowder, twenty kilos of iron nails, a further twenty kilos of roofing tar? In her skirts? I've heard people say 'If I'm going to die, you're coming with me!' before, but... that's hard-core. No wonder they stopped burning witches after that. Woman was a massive legend, but not a witch. A REAL witch wouldn't need all that to make burning her a bad idea."

"Clef... your ex... Woman has an entire magazine warehouse of issues. And you put your junk in the crazy. Never. Sleep. With. The. Crazy."

"Dad? Why is the beer growing mushrooms?"

"AAAAAHHH! WHO THE UNHOLY HELLS GAVE 096 A FUCKING CLOWN SUIT!"

"Put down the cake knife and walk away, Dr. Bright. You knew when you asked Mabel for German chocolate what you're in for. Besides, you could just hit her with her own terrible cake. Not that O5 would condone that, of course."

"Uh... Ben? Is it me, or are the daisies staring us down?"

"We actually nailed jello to a tree once. Clef bet Kondraki $200 he could figure out how it's done. Benny almost ate his sword over that one. Turns out you can do it, provided you simply nail the unopened box to the tree."

"Cain, can you locate in the notes where anyone asked Dr. Matthieu for his opinion?" A pause. "Nowhere? Huh. As I thought. Thank you."

"Whomever said you couldn't herd cats never was at my Aunt Martha's house. All she had to do to herd cats was just touch the food bag, and every cat in her house came running."

"WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO FEED THAT POOR IDIOT TO 682? He's going to get an upset stomach."

"Uh... Agent Dimitriov? I think you might have forgotten part of your uniform. Aren't your knees cold?"

"Are you sure we can't just yeet him out of the airlock when no one's looking? Yes, I know the spaceship is on Earth still, but it's far enough off the ground for terminal velocity to become a factor. Just push him out of the vent."

"You hit the Scarlet King in the junk, with a hammer? And survived? Okay, Abel... I take it back. You're not just a Semetic badass, you're THE Semetic Badass."

"How? How in the hells did you manage to shoot yourself in the back with no one else around you in a sealed room? The fuck you mean, 'The Invisible Man has a gun?' Admit it, you had someone shoot you to get out of Peanut-sitting again, didn't you?"

"Coffee. Extra large, heavy on the cream and sugar. No, larger than that. Larger." A pause. "What do you mean, you don't sell by the gallon?"

"Dr. Gears. This is the SCP Foundation. Sarcasm and pessimism are practically survival mechanisms here. Give the kid a pass."

"NOOOO! COME ON, WHAT THE BLUE FUCK DID OREGON DO TO DESERVE LENNY? YOU UTTER BASTARDS!" In the middle of a meeting with the Ethics Committee, eyebrows were raised, and coffee spilled.

"Run."

"I, too, would rather be under the sea, in an octopuses garden in the shade. You thinking what I'm thinking, my dive brother? Right. Let's leave these landlubbers and go hang with the fishes."

"Funny, 035. First, we can't KEEP you dressed, now you're out here looking like a weird ass male version of Rogue from the X-Men. Malicious compliance is acceptable, I suppose."

"You keep making poultry explode, Alto. Perhaps your charming assistant should give you cooking lessons?"

"WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE?!? AGAIN?"

"Screw the files! Don't let 999 burn! That little blob of joy is my only reason to live."

"That's it. Get me a team of ten really strong D-Class, a case of 100 mph tape, a tranquilizer gun fully loaded, the electric purple snow leopard furry suit in lost and found, and a camera. Let this be the last time anyone sees Bright butt in public."

"I'm not above blackmail and we both know it. Gimme. The. Pie."

"Simon? I think this might be above my skill level. Can you please get Dr. King to calm down?"

"I can't believe Agatha talked him into a mankini. Didn't need photo evidence though."

"WHO THE HELLS TAUGHT THE KETCHUP PUPPIES TO 'FETCH THE LEG'? Max? That's... honestly impressive. Pity about that guy from MC&D, though. He did have it coming, to be honest."

"You ran... the Bible... through the Clockworks? On "Very Fine". And, got basically over a thousand pages of 'Try not to be an asshole, mmmmkay?'. Experiment inconclusive. Run the 'Communist Manesfesto' through next, my accountant is curious."

"Why are you here? Basically, 343 likes a joke as much as the next person. Oh. You meant why are you in the Femur Breaker? Well, we gotta get 106 back in containment somehow. That's where you come in. For what it's worth, I'm sorry about this, you seem like a lovely fellow."

"They're just firing arrows at us. You have an SMG, shoot them back. Some MTF agent you are."

"He's dating THAT? I've seen less silicone in a RealDoll. And, better fashion sense, for that matter."

"Wait... hold the phone, Abel. You're older than Jesus, but never had a cannoli? Rabbit, my girl, this will not stand. Cannoli the man!" A brief pause. "I KNOW, RIGHT? Whomever invented the cannoli deserves a sainthood."

"Primitive and outdated concept on a crutch!" Preceded by a thump.

"New Bright List entry: 'Dr. Bright is no longer allowed to access the Cursed Clown Nose of Improbability under any circumstances. No, not even to prevent an XK Class Scenario.' Noted. This item #857, or 858? I lost track."

"WHAT kind of butter? Oh. I thought you said something altogether more horrifying."

"JULIAN, YOU ABSOLUTE WALNUT! You forgot Quinn's birthday. Of COURSE you're in trouble for it. I got you covered though. They're still into lemons and tea, right? You're golden. Lemon blossom tea set, courtesy of the fine folks of Etsy. Pay me back on Friday."

[tetsunabouquet]

Basic Instinct Part 5

Basic Instinct Part 5

A/N: Finally, part 5! We’re getting closer to the reader and Akashi finally becoming a couple and Akashi is granted another nugget of the reader’s personal philosophy, but there are schemers lurking in the dark. Other then my usual warnings, there are mentions of bystanders who do nothing, in case that’s painful for anyone.  Masterpost

Akashi grinned as he saw you approach the team. Rakuzan had just won a practise match against Seiho, and you were practically jumping on the team. "You guys did amazing!" This, was of course a fact, but Akashi couldn't help but feel a little flustered at your bright, excited demeanor. "Thank you L/n-san, we appreciate your enthusiasm." Reo replied with a smile gracing his features. "Are you guys hungry?" You asked, considering the practise match took place just after classes, with Seiho's team having a free day off of school. Apparantly, the school was excused for a few days because of a fire accident during chemistry class which Akashi had used to his advantage, how he knew, you had no clue. This guy really was absolute. Eikichi belted out a big, "YEAH!" as Kotaro nodded quickly. "Good, because I'm treating you all to the Maji Burger. It's about damn time I repay you Seijuro," you said confidently, although your confidence slightly faltered upon seeing Nebuya's enthusiasm. Akashi noticed, of course. 'Her mother definitely doesn't makes enough to cover for his appetite, and of course she's a volunteer who's too sweet to work for money.' "I'm covering for Nebuya." He turned his head to his teammate and added, "You shouldn't take advantage of someone's kindness like that." Eikichi rubbbed the back of his head with a guilty expression on his face. You smiled, totally melting at his generosity, and the fact he just saved you from going completely broke.

After you all ate, Akashi insisted on walking you home. He had noticed a few things about you that dinner, something only a group setting and a public situation like this would showcase. Like how your confidence bordered on fearlessness when you were joking around with Kotaro. You didn't seem to care at all at what someone thought of you. It wasn't just at school where you were in a familiar enviroment with everyone knowing you. Your playful confidence and jokes were a constant, and with his teammates bringing more liveliness to the party, it added fuel to your lovely fire. He wondered how you did that, not being afraid to make a total fool out of yourself. "Dinner was quite fun." He said. "Yeah! Everyone was so nice, and I had quite a good laugh." You replied, your smile bright. "Well, you certainly were the heart and soul of our party. I cannot believe you got Kotaro to dance with you in the queue." "Well, there's nothing wrong with a little victory dance." You chirped. "I'm not saying there is. Just curious how you can muster that confidence." Akashi confessed. "Eh?" You asked him, not believing he of all people was asking you about confidence. You blinked a couple of times, before honestly replying, "Well, it's to do with my life's philosophy." "Your belief in great sorrow and great joy?" "Yeah. It was around the time where I adopted my philosophy, when I had this certain thought. It's true what they say in all those guilt-tripping charity commercials, most people would rather close their eyes to what injustice is in front of them. With your life, with what happened at Teiko, isn't that exactly what people did? I learnt that too, painfully well, with my own mother. You admitted to me you investigated me, yet the neighbor who told you about my mom's actions never did something about it, and there are more. It's what people do," you took a deep breath before continuing. "So then I thought to myself, if people don't want to see what's going on when my life sucks, they shouldn't suddenly open their eyes once I'm happy and feeling alive. Let the blind remain blind. The people who keep their eyes open no matter what are the only people who matter." "And thus you stopped caring for superficial people, including their opinions." Akashi concluded, and you nodded, looking slightly uncomfortable at being vulnerable. "It's difficult to find happiness if you care about everyone else's before your own. That same thought should go for trying to please others by behaving accordingly when following your heart is a harmless thing to do." 'A harmless thing to do...' Akashi thought about it. "Have I ever told you that you are wise for your age before?" "No, you haven't. But thank you." You smiled at the compliment, your eyes casted down as you were to one to feel slightly flustered this time. Akashi smiled at your reponse, and longed to grab your hand. "I'm happy we're friends," was what he said instead. "Me too." You replied softly, and you bit your lip as you noticed you were already at your street. Akashi wished he didn't had to watch you leave, but he swallowed back how he felt, and wished you goodnight. Your big e/c eyes were staring back at his own, "Goodnight, Seijuro." You said, before you slipped into your home. Which has made him feel like he was dying because of mutiple reasons.

1. You were leaving. 2. You wished him goodnight for the first time ever. 3. Your voice sounded so very sweet when you did. 4. You called him by his first name again.

'This girl has such a gigantic power over me, and she doesn't even has a clue.'

Who did have a clue, was his father, who was getting very impatient at the fact his son wasn't home yet. 'She gets him to skip classes, both at school AND home, and he spends the free time he does have on dates with her. He should get a better grip on himself.' The man was silently seething in anger, because this wasn't how he had raised his son. Fujioka, on the other hand, was watching on with a pit of dread forming in his stomach. He feared for the young master's return. Not because he was worried for the young master's safety, but for whatever punishment would await him when he'd get home. The boy already had such a workload, and whomever the girl he was seeing was, she seemed to try and save whatever was left of the young master's childhood. The boy should be a boy. Fujioka-san knew, that whilst his master didn't like your influence, Shiori-Sama would have approved of it. He couldn't help but look forward to the future, when a kind mistress would be the lady of the house once more. So when Akashi finally arrived home, he preprared himself. 'I'll defend the young master and his blossoming love from Masaomi-Sama. It's what Shiori-Sama would have wanted, and I was her servant first.'