#I honestly don’t think Harry even gives a damn

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IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

chapter six:

➴ warnings: none!!

➴ word count: 4.1k

➴ author’s note: thought it’d be great to give u guys jack’s pov please don’t kill me—or jack. also wanna say thank you to each one of you who take the time to read this series and give me your thoughts abt it. i cannot thank you enough. pls be patient with jacky, he’s just a boy :p nice reading yall!!!

sophiamontenegro

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sophiamontenegro ‘rip to my feelings’ is out now 🪄 i want to start this by saying thank you to everyone who helped me make this dream of mine come true.

all of the songs here mean the world to me, and i truly hope they help to heal some of you, like they healed me.

please, don’t let anyone make you feel like you don’t deserve good things. you do, all of us do.

thank you grace, thank you john, thank you hannah, thank you to all of you. 🤍

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charlieputh 💙

morgan.grace I love you so much I might turn into a puddle. Soph, you’re one of the strongest, sweetest people I’ve ever met and I’m so grateful to call you my best friend. I watched you put so much effort and energy into this, and i am proud. Happy RTMF day 🪦

billboard I am crying, you’re crying, all of us are crying.

lovssoph i knew this was going to hurt but DAMN Girl what the hell

laurenahser it’s been hours and I’m still crying because of this goddamn music video. And i HATE charlie puth

jesy.iowu @laurenahser NO GIRL BC SAME?? it’s so SAD

sophsecret Harris Dickinson if i fucking catch you on the streets you’re DONE

paula.west off topic but do you guys think any of these songs were written for jack hughes…

chiquitalinda @paula.west honestly no,, soph said this album has been in the making for one year and apparently they just broke up last week?

_quinnhughes Congrats, Soph 👍

sophiamontenegro @_quinnhughes thank u, quinny

ilovehockey @sophiamontenegro @_quinnhughes CHAT WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???

“HUGHES, the hell was wrong with you today?” Keefe’s voice sounded harsh and angry.

Even though there were two Hughes in the team, everyone knew who the coach was referring to.

“It’s just not a good day,” Jack mumbled, removing his uniform and not bothering to look up.

The locker room was dead silent, so everyone heard Keefe’s scoff. “Not a good day? More like not a good week,” he stepped closer, hands on his hips. “You’ve been off for the entire week and let me tell you something, son, we’re not making it to the Finals with you playing like you did tonight.”

Jack wanted to talk back so bad but deep down he knew Coach was right. He had been playing like shit, ever since that night at your house.

You. Just thinking about you made Jack feel like straight up shit. Something that never happened before.

He is handsome, he has thousands of fans. People paid to watch him play, people wore his jersey proudly. He could have any girl he wanted but still. Everything changed at that dinner, six months ago, when he saw you performing up close for the second time.

At that moment, he was mesmerized by you. Back then, he thought he was just horny and in the need of a good fuck but looking back now he knows that it wasn’t just that. It was something bigger than himself, yet something he couldn’t name.

“I get it, Coach,” Jack muttered, putting on his suit.

“I hope you do, kid, otherwise, you can just say goodbye to your NHL career and the Stanley Cup.” Coach barked before getting out of the locker room.

Ignoring the stares he was getting, Jack moved on autopilot, like he’d been doing the entire week, shoving his things inside his duffel bag and frowning.

“Cap, wanna go out and grab some drinks? I wanna get wasted!” Someone, Jack didn’t care to know who, shouted, talking to Nico.

“‘Can’t today, man,” Nico answered, duffel bag already on his shoulder. “I’m going to a concert tonight.”

That caught Jack’s attention, pulling him back from his thoughts.

“Concert?” He asked, looking at how everyone went quiet and stared at Nico. “Whose concert?”

“Well, you see…” Nico stuttered and somehow, even if he hadn’t said anything, Jack knew exactly whose concert it was. “Just. A singer?”

“Yeah, no shit is a singer, Hischier, I thought we went to concerts to watch electricians doing their shit,” Jack bited back, the frown just bigger now. “Whose concert, Cap?” He said the word like he was mocking Nico and even though he wanted to take that back, he didn’t. Nico was an amazing person and it wasn’t his fault you didn’t want anything to do with Jack anymore.

“Hum, well—”

“For fuck’s sake, man, just spit it out,” Bastian said, rolling his eyes. “We’re going to Soph’s concert. Launching party, whatever.”

“We?” Jack’s eyes doubled in size. “Who else is going?”

“She invited the entire team,” Mercer answered, and Jack could swear he was one step away from passing out. “And Zegras.”

“Yeah, the entire team minus you!” Zegras shouted, clearly not reading the room. None of the players said anything about your and Jack’s situationship-break-up but Trevor made it clear he was happy with the situation. “Zegras is out in the hunt again, baby, ‘gonna give Soph the real D!”

Jack didn’t even notice he moved until he felt a heavy hand on his chest, looking down and realising it was Nico’s hand and he was now toe to toe with Trevor.

“Watch the shit you say, Zegras. I’m not fucking with you.” Jack spoke slowly, eyes not leaving Zegras’.

“Like you’re going to do anything, Hughes. You lost the prize, now it’s time for her to know what a real man is.”

Jack stepped foward again, only to be stopped by Nico’s hand.

“She’s not a fucking prize and this is not a fucking game, asshole,” Jack said through his teeth, ready to punch Trevor right there and now.

“How old are you two?” Hischier hissed, separating Jack and Trevor like a dad would do. “Trevor, shut the fuck up and don’t talk about Soph like that. And you,” he looked and Zegras before looking at Jack again. “You can’t and you won’t do shit. You and Sophia aren’t a thing anymore and there’s no one to blame but yourself. Suck it up, Hughes.”

Jack wanted to punch all of them in their fucking faces. It wasn’t his fault! He wasn’t the one who published the article and he wasn’t the one who sent that fucking picture of him and Ava leaving that party.

So what if she was his ex? That was in the past. He didn’t even remember her name, for fuck’s sake. She meant nothing to him while you—

“Whatever,” Trevor shrugged, before leaving the room.

“Hischier,” Jack called before Nico left. He turned back and stared at Jack, eyes tired. Jack felt bad for acting like that and giving even more trouble to Nico but Trevor was a fucking assface. “I need to go to that concert.”

“Unless you have an invitation or a ticket, I can’t take you there, man.” He bit his lips. “I’m sorry, but I won’t do that to Soph.”

Jack hated how Nico was clearly choosing sides and he also hated how he said her name and how everyone seemed very comfortable with calling you Soph but he pretended that he didn’t care.

“I’m not going to talk to her, I just…” his lips formed a straight line. He wasn’t sure of what he wanted exactly, but he needed to see you. Ever since your album had been released, he had been playing it nonstop, trying to memorize every breath you took, every line you sang, every beat you produced. He just needed to see you. “I want to see her.”

“Man, you know I can’t do that. Grace will kill me.”

“I’ll deal with her, Hischier, I swear,” in that moment, Jack was glad everyone else had already left, otherwise it’d be humiliating.

Although he noticed, with shock, that he wouldn’t mind begging in front of people if he got the chance to see you.

Nico ran his hands through his hair, muttering something in German before nodding with his head once.

“Fine, but I swear to God that if you upset Grace or Soph or worse, both,” he got closer to Jack’s body, looking like he did when he was on the ice. Terrifying. “I’ll personally make sure you won’t do that ever again.”

Gulping, Jack nodded once, before following Nico.

— ♡

THE line outside the venue was gigantic, making the men inside the van yell and whistle.

Much to Jack’s dismay, all of the Devils who were your fans had been invited to your concert— except him, of course. Which he thought was really, really shitty, by the way— and they were all excited, wearing shirts with your face on it and holding banners with your name.

Jack had to wear an all black outfit, with a cap hiding his hair and sunglasses. He thought he looked ridiculous but unfortunately, Nico was right: you couldn’t see him. He knew that if you did you’d be upset and the last thing he wanted was to ruin your night and concert. So yeah, hiding himself it is.

They left the van, entering the building from the back entrance, not wanting to cause a commotion out there in the front. Jack had been told this was just a small concert but the place looked packed with people.

“Okay, so,” Nico started, wearing his Captain belt once again. “Grace will be here in a second, and she will give us the VIP necklaces so we can go to our sets,” he turned around, facing Jack. “I honestly don’t know what to do with you. Grace will probably kick you out but at least I did my part.”

Jack just nodded, already thinking of millions excuses he could say to Grace so she would say yes.

True to Nico’s words, Grace showed up not even a minute later, wearing a red, tight dress and heavy makeup. She looked beautiful.

“Hi, fellas!” She walked in, smiling brightly. “Nice seeing you all, Soph will be happy with you being here and— what the fuck are doing here?” Her smile was gone, and now the only thing left was a scowl on her face.

Jack smiled awkwardly.

“Grace, listen, he asked me to bring him here because he wanted to see Soph—” Nico started, only to be interrupted by Grace’s harsh words.

“I don’t give a single fuck, Nico, what the hell!” She was starting to leash out on Hischier so Jack knew he had to say something.

“She’s not going to see me, I promise,” he replied.

Grace laughed. “Of course she isn’t going to see you because you’re going to leave!”

“Grace, come on,” Jack muttered, ready to beg to another person just to see you. Fucking shit. “I can sit in the back, there’s like a thousand people outside. She won’t see me.”

“Baby,” everyone looked at Nico as he approached Grace. Jack frowned. Since when were they together? “I told him that if he did anything bad I’d punch the shit out of him myself. He will behave.”

“I’m not a dog—”

“Fine,” Grace sighed, loudly, already looking like she regretted saying yes. “Nico I swear that if Sophia sees him or if someone takes any pictures of him here, I’ll snatch your dick out of your body.”

All of the men there made an ouch sound, faces amused and terrified. Nico only nodded, after giving Jack the scariest look ever.

Grace gave them their badges and asked for another one for Jack. Everyone there was running around and shouting things, probably all worried about everything being perfect, and Jack found himself smiling because you were surrounded by people who cared about you and your work.

Turns out that sitting in the back really meant sitting in the back, because Grace gave Jack a really shitty seat that despite being small as fuck, had a really good view of the stage, even if it’d be impossible for you to spot him.

Jack’s hands were sweaty and his heart was racing in his chest. The place was packed with all different types of people, from children to adults, and some grandparents here and there.

He was proud. He remembered how excited you were for this album, for this little concert, and watching how you’ve managed to ace all of that, made him smile under his hand.

The rest of his teammates were sitting in the VIP section, really close to the stage, and hell if Hughes didn’t envy them. But he knew this was for the best.

Thirty minutes after he sat down, the lights dimmed and only the stage was on. The screams were so fucking loud and if Jack wasn’t already used to people screaming his ears off during games, he’d probably have a fit right there.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Sophia Montenegro.”

Nothing could ever prepared Jack for the sight of you on that stage. It’d been two weeks since you last saw each other and the last time was awful, his heart hurting every time he remembered the sight of you crying and remembering he was the reason why.

But watching as you stood on top of some kind of platform, wearing a black, glittery body suit, with heels and black, see through socks. Your hair was styled in a way that drove him absolutely crazy, and now he wasn’t so sure that coming to this concert was a good idea after all.

“One year, ten thousand bad moments

But it was dressed up in heated emotion

And I tried to look for the best in the worst

But like, fuck me, that caused a commotion.”

Your voice was perfect, of course it was. Somehow, you knew how to sing live even better than the recorded songs, and your stage presence was out of this world. Jack looked at you as you moved around, singing and dancing and waving at people and interacting with the band, not knowing what to do with the weight on his chest.

He was happy to see you, he really was, happier than he’d felt in this entire week, but fuck if he wasn’t hurt. Watching you from afar was even worse than not watching you at all, because he was reminded again and again that he lost you.

Even if he still thinks it wasn’t exactly his fault.

The crowd was loud, people were dancing here and there and Jack could swear the girl in front of him was crying.

“Oh, you're so vicious

Love me, then pretend you didn't

Crush my heart and wreck my image

Why you gotta be so, so, so

Oh, you're so vicious”

You were sitting in the middle of the stage, microphone in your right hand, singing with your whole heart. Anyone could see how alive you felt whenever you sang and honestly, it was beautiful to witness.

The song continued, and every second Jack was taken aback by how beautiful you were. So fucking beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen, inside and out, full of life and happiness and joy.

He only noticed that the song had ended when he heard people cheering louder than they were before, and he started to pay attention again.

There you stood, in the middle of the stage, trying to even your breath. You were smiling so hard, cheek to cheek, eyes shining so bright even Jack in his shitty ass seat could see it.

“Hi, guys,” you were out of breath but your voice still sounded like honey to Hughes’ ears, and he had missed the sweetness. So. Much. “Oh my god, there’s so many of you in here, what the hell.”

People laughed, and Jack found himself smiling.

“Hi, I’m Sophia,” you said, shyly, like the people there hadn’t paid to see you. “Thank you for being here, guys. It’s been a while since I last saw you guys face to face. Last time was in Coachella, back in April, right?”

People shouted many things, you smiled.

“So a week ago I released my fifth album, rip to my feelings,” more cheering. “I know the title is corny but I couldn’t find better wording. This album, and I’ve said this countless times, means the world to me,”

“Fuck Harris Dickinson!” Someone shouted and everyone started laughing, including you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you agreed. “I hope you like the show. I’ve also heard that we have some special guests tonight…”

Jack’s heart stopped. For some idiotic reason, he thought you’d say his name. Until he reminded himself that you and him were no longer a thing and you didn’t even know he was there.

“Please, please, please, make some noise for my favorite hockey team, the New Jersey Devils!”

The camera focused on the fifteen men sitting on the VIP section, who got out of their seats and started shouting, while showing off their merch, making the other people cheer too.

Jack knew he shouldn’t, but he felt jealous all the same. He should be there, cheering for you and kissing you in front of all of them. Maybe punching Zegras in the face while he was at it too.

“Thank you for coming, guys,” you smiled again, before you started singing the next song.

Jack was mesmerised with you for the next hour and a half. How you danced, how you sang, how you twirled around, how you looked so fucking gorgeous in that tight outfit. How your eyes shined, how your body was perfect, and how he wanted nothing more than you.

The concert went well, like everyone knew it would, you making yourself comfortable, and at home: talking with your fans, taking pictures with them, handing the mic to some of them, who sang awfully in Jack’s humble opinion. Even if the majority of the songs were sad and soul crushing, you made sure people enjoyed themselves.

You were a true sight.

“Now, this is going to be the last song,” some sad oooh’s were heard and you smiled, nodding with your head. “I know, I know, I’m sad too but you all have to go home and these people here,” you pointed at the band behind you. “Also have to go home. But,” you raised your finger, moving your body until you were sitting on the edge of the stage. Some of your fans shouted. “I have one more song for you. This one isn’t in the album because I wrote this recently, but I still want to show it to you guys.”

More cheers, more shouts, more people crying.

“This one’s called Bad for Business and will be available on all streaming platforms by midnight.” Jack watched as you smiled, making him raise and eyebrow. He didn’t know about this one.

“He's good for my heart but he's bad for business

Tears me apart when he grants my wishes

All of my friends think I've gone crazy

But they don't know me like my baby

We look good in photographs

I like the way you like to laugh at dirty jokes

I know they'll always land

Used to get work on time

But now you're taking up my nights

Never been so glad to be so tired

Ooh, I'm mad for you

It's sad but true and I know it

Ahh, you're on my mind

You stole my life and it's showin’…”

Jack couldn’t take his eyes off the stage, eating up every word. He knew this song was about him. It was as clear as day, and maybe he was just being cocky but he didn’t care. It meant that he still had a chance.

He's good (good), it's bad (bad)

The best I've ever had (best I've ever had)

And he's so nice, it's sad (it's sad)

He ruined all my plans

And he just makes me so crazy

I know everyone sees

That he'll be the death of me

He still had a chance. He could still try because it was clear: you were still in love with him. Why else would you sing this? Why else would you write something like this?

He got up, he had seen enough. He left the venue with his head low, trying to walk without being noticed. He knew exactly what he had to do, and even if it sucked, it was the right thing.

—- ♡

“I really hope there is a reason why you’re calling me in the middle of the night, Jack,” Quinn sounded tired but. He always did. “A good one, that is,”

“I need some advice,” Jack looked at his brother through the screen, noticing the eye bags and the tired eyes. Why the hell Quinn always looked like he had been hit by a train was unknown.

Quinn just hummed, signaling for him to continue speaking.

“It’s Soph.”

“Did something happen?”

Jack cringed. Maybe they did need to start paying attention to what happened online. “Yeah, well, someone took a picture of me leaving the Halloween party with that girl named Ava who’s apparently one of my exes and posted it online, making it look like we hooked up or whatever. Then, they talked shit about Soph and Soph kind of broke up with me after saying she was in love with me and basically calling it a mistake.”

Quinn stared at the camera for a good minute, and just when Jack was starting to think he’d fallen back asleep, he moved, caressing his face with his hand.

“The hell is going on in New Jersey.”

“That’s all you have to say?” Jack scoffed. “I didn’t call you for nothing. If I wanted whatever the hell this is I would’ve called Luke.”

“I mean, what did you expect to happen? One day your whore days would catch up on you. Everyone knew this.”

“Why does everyone keep calling me a whore? Is this how women feel?” Jack frowned.

“They call you that because you had a new girl every month. Every time you had a gala you’d take a new girl with you and of course people would talk about that.”

“Okay but I wasn’t dating any of them!” Jack raised his arms, forgetting that he was still holding his phone and dropping it. Picking it up, he continued. “So what if I had a new woman every month? The issue here is Sophia not wanting to be with me anymore!”

“I think that, before wanting to be with her, you have to know if you want a relationship at all,” Quinn said, calmly. “You’ve never had a girlfriend before, a serious one that is. A relationship is a commitment, especially when you’re dating someone as famous as Sophia.”

“I know that she’s famous, I don’t care about that—”

“It’s not about her being famous, jackass, it’s about people forgetting that she is more than that. She is more than the Sophia who sings and dances, she’s a person. That’s literally common sense.”

“I know that too,” Jack mumbled.

“Soph’s been through a lot with that son of a bitch who’s not even worth mentioning. I don’t know much, you probably know about it better than me, but what I know is enough to make me want to punch him with my stick.”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed. “I hate that fucking asshole. He cheated on her, lied, manipulated her and had the audacity to break up with her.”

“So, knowing all of that, how do you think she felt when she saw that picture?” Quinn asked, eyebrow arched. “The guy she’s in love with, holding hands with his ex.”

“I didn’t fuck her!” He raised his voice, tired of everyone saying the same. “I just took her home and went back to my place.”

“Yeah, but does Soph know that?”

Jack frowned. “Of course she does. I’ve told her multiple times that I was only seeing her. And Ava was drunk, I wouldn’t have done anything with her even if I wanted to.”

“Yes because it’s very credible that the guy who used to date a new girl every month now suddenly only dates a single girl. Jack, sometimes I feel like you just don’t think.”

“If I wanted someone to call me dumb—”

“You would’ve called Luke, I know. But right now, that’s what you need to hear,” Quinn sighed. “Look, I know it’s hard for you to understand but put yourself in her shoes. Just think.”

“Everyone keep saying this is my fault but I don’t see how I am the person in the wrong here. I didn’t publish the article, I didn’t fuck Ava—”

Quinn sighed loudly again, interrupting Jack and staring at the screen for a minute, again.

“What?”

“Sometimes I ask myself if we were raised by the same woman,” he shrugged. “Just imagine if Ma knew all of this. She’d probably yell at you.”

“Get to the point, Quinn,” Jack rolled his eyes.

“Look. I’ll try to make it simple,” he started. “Sophia is in love with you. She fell in love with you despite knowing that you have a long history of dating. But, she’s also hurt. And you made it all worse when you said the things I know you probably said.”

“I didn’t say anything that bad…”

“Oh, quit it, Jack. I know you,” Quinn smiled. “You probably made her cry too. That’s the drill. Anyways, you have to ask yourself how do you feel about Soph—”

“I love her.”

They both stayed quiet for at least five minutes. Quinn just staring at the screen like he was reading a newspaper article and Jack staring back at him, looking like he was about to explode.

He hadn’t stopped to think about what he truly felt for you. He knew he liked you, adored even, but he never thought of naming the things he felt whenever he thought about you.

But it was as clear as day. He loved you, he was in love with you.

“Well, then I think my job here is done.” Quinn finally said, breaking the silence.

“What?” Jack almost shouted. “What do you mean? You have to help me get her back!”

“I don’t have time for that and honestly neither do you,” he stated and, well, he was right. They were in the middle of the season, and that was their job. Jack needed to get a grip. “If I were you, though, I’d start by apologising and telling her that you didn’t have sex with Ava or anyone else for that matter.”

“Okay,” Jack breathed. “And then?”

“Figure it out yourself. You’re a big boy.”

Jack groaned, leaning back on the couch. “Fuuuck. This is so fucking shitty. I love her, and she loves me, why can’t we just be together?”

“You will, after you fix this mess.” Quinn yawned and nodded at you. “I’m gonna go back to sleep. You should too. You’ve been playing like shit lately.”

“Fuck you. Bye.”

“Bye.”

He hung up, throwing his phone on the pillow next to him.

How the hell was he going to fix this?

[freedomfireflies]

I’ve been thinking of how would it be to talk to H by mistake like you go on a club and try to get this boy’s phone but he ends up giving you the wrong number and when you message him turns out it’s harry’s phone and you 2 get along so he asks you to meet up😭😭 TRY IT PLSSSS

Why should you never fight a dinosaur?

You wait with bated breath for the response, eyes widening when you see those familiar three bubbles rolling across the screen.

Uh…I don’t know? Why?

You grin. Because you’ll get jurasskicked.

Silence.

Then…the bubbles.

Okay, alright, you got me. That was good.

Pleased, you settle back against your headboard, lip between your teeth. Sorry, I’m sure it’s not very cool to text someone an hour after you leave them in a bar but…hey, you said you liked dad jokes. Figured I’d end your night on a good note.

Exactly three minutes pass before you see him type. Bar?

Yeah. Oh, sorry, this is the girl who wouldn’t stop singing It’s Raining Men and throwing back tequila shots before jumping into your lap.

You hit send, then quickly add in a separate text, Sorry about that, by the way.

Four minutes pass this time, and despite yourself, you feel a bit nervous.

That sounds like a lot of fun, but unfortunately…I don’t think that was me.

You frown. Wait, what? This is Braden, right?

More bubbles. Damn, his name was Braden? Yikes. But no, I can’t claim to be Braden, I’m sorry to say.

Fuck. Your heart drops as you glance around your room. Had he given you the wrong number on purpose? You thought you’d had a connection, and so did your friends as they urged you to ask for his number.

Maybe you’d read the signs wrong?

The bubbles appear again. Have you heard the joke about the butter?

Your head tilts. Uh…no?

Oh, I better not tell you. It might…spread.

You snort, snuggling back down into the covers before pulling the phone closer as you watch another text deliver.

I’m Harry, by the way.

Your fingers dance along the screen, feeling a bit relieved despite the obvious disappointment. Hi, Harry. Sorry about the miscommunication.

Don’t sweat it, Harry types. I love dad jokes.

You smile.

I do not like Braden, though, he adds, and you can’t help but chuckle. Sounds like a dick, to be honest.

You shrug, even though he can’t see you. He wasn’t so bad. It was loud in there anyway. Maybe I just heard him wrong.

A minute passes before the bubbles pop up and your heart leaps. 

Why is your heart leaping?

Well, his loss is my gain. You got any more jokes?

I have a joke about pizza! But…it’s too cheesy.

Oh, god. Oh that was…yeah. That was bad. That was really bad. That was not…grate.

“Oh, my god,” you whisper aloud, grinning wildly before typing, Oh, like you can do feta?

He takes a minute to think. I’ll be honest, I’m not very gouda. 

You wince, although you can’t deny your amusement. Yeah, this is nacho thing.

But I’m having a hole lot of fun.

You begin to type a response, but he sends another text before you can:

…get it? Cause…hole? Like Swiss?

You laugh again. No, I got it. It was very…sharp.

You hope that made him chuckle.

I like you, Cheese Girl, he says, and your cheeks flush. Hope you don’t feel so bleu.

I’m much cheddar now, you type. Thank you.

A minute passes. No problem. Listen, I gouda go but…this was fun. If you ever think of any more puns…send ‘em my way, yeah?

And despite the fact that Harry is a total stranger to you, and that you’d kind of been expecting to talk to Braden tonight, and really…cheese puns aren’t exactly sexy…

…you feel disappointed to see him go. 

You swallow and straighten up, taking a second before replying, Absolutely. I think this is the start of a brie-utiful friendship.

He responds with a laughing emoji, followed by, Goodnight, Cheese Girl.

You smile.

Goodnight, Harry.

It’s not exactly on par with the request, but this was honestly so much fun that I was kind of thinking I’d make it a couple of parts 😭 Thank you so much to whoever asked!!!💞 I hope it’s okay!

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[leatherandlacerry]

ride, cowgirl

Prompt: Harry and Townes(ladybug) share an encounter at a busy bar that just happens to have a rodeo themed night.

Warnings: 18+, daddy kink, exhibitionism, degradation, switch!townes, swearing

Word count: 2.9k

Authors note: hi! This is a snippet from my fic on wattpad called Grapejuice Blues. I thought it would be a good little intro to the tumblr world but I will be putting out a one shot soon. Let me know if you like it:)

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It's not fair.

The asshole knows what he's doing.

Harry looks up from his conversation to send me a smirk. His face is stupid, a stupid pretty face that makes me feel completely normal.

But his eyes always found a way to get to me. A pretty green with leaves of golden sunlight. I looked into them and saw something that terrified me, hope.

My heart skipped a beat when the girl in front of him started to rub up on his arm. There was this urge in me to do something but I couldn't. This bar was filled with decent men I could sleep with, but no. The cowboy-themed night was a cherry on top, he looked good in a hat.

As much as I can sit here denying it, I don't like seeing him with other girls. I didn't like seeing him with Forest and I didn’t like this.

I'm not dumb, I know I have no say over what the fuck he does or who he does. That doesn't make it any easier to ignore it.

Who does he think he is? He goes around acting like he’s the boss of anyone who walks in his path and I’m supposed to let him? Fuck that, not even to mention how he kissed me not even 45 minutes ago.

Before I can logically think I'm walking up to them. My feet carry me in his direction, his focus now on my next move.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" I ask, tapping the girl's shoulder. The bitch turns around so fast I step back. She looks me up and down with a disgusted face.

"Clearly," she snaps, turning back to Harry. He just sits there with an amused face, watching this play out.

If he can walk around and demand what’s his, so can I.

"Damn Harry, I didn't know your type was cunt," I scoff, watching Harry's eyes widen. The girl once again turns back to but with a look of rage.

"What the fuck did you just say?!" Now I feel bad, I don't know what's come over me. I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m not mean like this but he gets me so angry sometimes.

"Take your desperation somewhere else, 'cause he's not fucking you tonight," She spits, leaning back onto Harry who honestly looks uncomfortable. I was going to walk away but after that, I have some things to say.

"Do you seriously think you’re getting lucky tonight Dolly Parton?" I bite back.

"You're such a bit-"

"That sucks, he owes me an orgasm," I push past her to grab Harry's hand without another word. He doesn't say anything and lets me pull him away.

I push through the crowd to make my way to the nearest bathroom. "This is the woman-"

"Shut up," I cut him off.

We make it there and surprisingly it is empty. I lock the door behind us and go to double-check the stalls. Once I get to the biggest one, I turn back to decide what my next move is.

I don't get that luxury because a pair of hands are on my waist, pushing me against the door of the stall.

Harry's lips find mine in a second. We make it into the stall, falling against the wall. His moans fill my mouth as I grab onto his hips.

"Her voice was fucking annoying," He groans, pulling my body into his.

“Look at you twins, stop talking”

I shut him up as I knocked his cowboy hat off onto the floor, feeling his damp hair under my fingertips. I give one of his curls a slight tug, he breaks the kiss with a gasp.

Soon enough he's back on me, sucking away at my bare neck. Almost immediately he finds my sweet spot which has me rolling my eyes back. His teeth graze my skin every once in a while just using me as he pleases.

"Didn't know I owed you something," He mumbles, watching as he grinds his hips into me. I now see the red lipstick smearing over his lips

Fuck.

"Yet here you are," I tease, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. He loses himself before placing a sloppy kiss on my lips.

It's all happening so fast and the mix of alcohol is adding to the intensity. Don't blame me, it’s Tito’s problem now.

"Are you trying to use me, ladybug?" He asks with a smile, his hand wrapping around my neck. His thumb and middle finger press against this point that has my head swirling.

The pressure and rage create an addictive bliss but I have to stick my ground.

"You could be useful for once and get on your knees," I mumble out, finding my mix of dominance with him. He doesn't seem like he would take direction well so I'm not sure where this is going to go.

"Please?" I plead out, not knowing what to say.

His mouth parted, and I felt my hand slide down his thigh. He nods his head and lowers himself to his knees in front of me.

I feel proud that I've gotten him to this point twice now.

"That was easy,"

"Like you," he mumbled, eyebrows scrunched together when he started to pull my skirt up. I wore these lace bottoms just in case anyone was seeing them tonight.

Harry disappears under my skirt, his hot breath spreading across my core. I throw my head back at the feeling, curling my hands into fists.

The bastard toys with me at first, sliding his thumb across the wet patch on my underwear. Hed applied subtle pressure that had my knees buckling but not for long.

His lips were on the inner thing, just mere centimeters away from where I was aching.

"So wet, all for me?" He peers up with his eyes, curling a finger into my underwear so he can pull it to the side. I softly moan and give him a nod to keep going.

He's not having any of that.

"Words, baby," He demanded, blowing air straight into my clit. Naturally, my legs tried to shut but he wouldn't let that happen.

"Yes Daddy," I let out, practically begging him to give me what I wanted.

"There's my girl,"

Finally, he licked a stripe up my cunt, groaning at the taste. He took my clit into his mouth, sucking ever so softly to the point where it was driving me crazy.

The way his tongue dips into my cunt, curling inside to have me almost falling over. I could fall in love on the spot.

"I GOT IT!"

or not.

I gasped, my heart dropping as the door burst open, thankfully I locked our stall. Harry looks up at me but not stopping his assault on my clit.

There's a group of girls mingling and drunkenly laughing in the bathrooms now. I go to push Harry away but it feels too good.

He takes his time between my legs as I bite back my moans. My fingers have now made their way to his hair, tugging more as I get closer.

"And then he dumped me for my sister!" This girl bursts into tears as her friends comfort her. I can't believe this is happening, but I couldn't find it in me to stop.

Harry smiles into my cunt, placing a kiss straight onto my clit. Suddenly he’s back on his feet, grabbing my chin to capture my lips.

There was something about his lips that made my mind go all fuzzy. The soft yet plump touch that I'm graced with couldn't be matched.

His hands roaming my body made me feel safe. It felt as if it was just him and I here, no one else.

We continue to make out until I feel his hand rubbing between my legs. He starts to suck on my neck more, whispering dirty nothings into my ear.

"You're such a slut for it, with all these people in here?" He whispers into my ear, plunging his finger into my soaking hole.

There were only a couple of seconds where he slowly moved his finger in and out. The tip of his middle finger circled my hole then surprised me when he would slide it in.

At first, he was testing the waters and not giving it to me fully. His fingers were much longer than I thought, reaching spots inside that I didn't even know could feel like this.

He curls them inside me, not breaking eye contact at any point. My eyes flutter close, feeling his grip on my jaw.

"Look at me, you owe me that," He whispers against my lips before placing a soft peck on them. It felt more like a plea rather than a demand. Either way, he could say anything at this moment and I would be on board.

Then he picks up his pace, watching me fall apart in the palm of his hand, literally.

“Fuck-“

"I know, baby, I know," He reassures, making it even harder to think straight.

He doesn't hold back in the slightest, rapidly fucking me with his fingers. I wasn't sure how much more I could take with being quiet. The girls on the other side of the door were getting louder so it was a little easier.

"Harry, please-" I gasp into his chest, fisting at his shirt.

"What a piece of trash, fuck that guy!" Another drunk girl slurred her friends. This reminded us that we're not alone and we could get caught at any moment.

It felt wrong to like that thrill, but it only made us want to keep going. Just the possibility, it was only thrilling when I was doing it with him.

I feel the burn in my stomach start to swirl as I'm about to release. Harry takes notice using his other hands to slide his thumb into my mouth.

My lips wrap around it, looking up at him through my lashes. His sea-green eyes darken with lust as I bob my head slightly.

"You gonna come?" He taunts me, all I can do is nod my head weakly. A second later he's back on his knees, fingers still deep inside me.

There's now the mix of that and his mouth back on me that drives me off the edge. He shakes his head with his tongue flat on my clit.

"Come in my mouth, Townes," He practically begs, cuddling his fingers in just the right spot to have me finishing all over his lips.

All I can hear is his sucking up any part of my release that he could. I can't help but gasp as he rubs on my sensitive clit. My legs run weak to the point where they wobble.

"Why was the door locked?" Someone asks.

I look down at Harry with a grin, pulling him back up to taste my cum on his lips. Chills run down my spine when his warm hands never leave my skin. He clutched onto me for dear life.

"You taste good, Ladybug," He grins, sliding his tongue into my mouth. "Anything else I owe you?" He cheekily asked.

I shake my head, did he not want anything in return?

My hands reach out to graze the part of his waist that was exposed. His head drops to watch my next move, placing a hand on my wrist.

"You don't owe me anything," He says.

"I want to," I say, leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips. He blushes at me and falls to my neck.

"Did you forget we're not alone?" He whispers into my ear.

Fuck, I did forget.

I quietly groaned, kissing up his neck. This is odd, this is the most domestic we've been with each other.

"Time to make my exit," He mumbles, his thumb gliding across my bottom lip before placing a kiss on my cheek.

Before I'm able to stop him he's grabbed his hat from the floor and is unlocking the stall door.

"Har-"

The group of girls turns back to see Harry wiping his mouth and me fixing my skirt in the background. They all stare in awe as he walks up to the sink to grab a paper towel and turn back to hand it to me.

"You're lipstick-smeared, bug," he tells me.

"Ladies," He turns back to tip his hat to the group of girls gawking at him. One of them looks back at me with shocked eyes and a wide grin.

“Ride it, cowgirl”

[mialikeshockey]

Adore You - Mark Estapa

Based on the song “Adore you” by Harry Styles :)

bowling date night with Mark and you can’t do anything but adore the man in front of you.

“You don’t have to say you love me, I just wanna tell you something. Lately you’ve been on my mind. Honey, I’d, I’d walk through fire for you. Just let me adore you. Like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do.”

You hear Mark come home after spending the day with the guys. Your puppy was barking like crazy while you could hear Mark saying hi to them.

He went to the lake with them while you and your friends went too but went home sooner. Mark stayed back to help everyone clean up.

Tonight was also date night. Almost every weekend was. No matter how late. It always happened no matter what.

“You ready, love?” Mark questioned walking into the room. “Almost…give me like five more minutes.” You say as you finish up washing your face. He smiles, while sitting down on the bed.

You and Mark went on dates almost every weekend. Either out to restaurants or just going to places like the bowling alley. The bowling alley was a personal favorite.

Seeing his face light up,as he smiles after making a strike. You couldn’t help but adore him. He was honestly the best boyfriend you can even remember having. He’s extremely sweet.

“All ready.” You take his hand, pressing a kiss into his fingers. While heading out the door Mark grabs his keys still not letting go of your hand.

The drive wasn’t to far. Mark mostly just talked about how we wanted to go to the beach again soon. He loves being out in the water. He sometimes reminds me of a man child. He gets so excited over the smallest things and it’s so adorable.

As we got to the bowling alley, we get our shoes and put our names into the board. Mark just put his as “stop sign” and you put yours “ts lover”. You and Mark always joked around with saying you were a puck bunny for him, even though you actually met Mark at a hockey game.

As the night continues, you and Mark were full of giggles and laughs. You loved nights like this. Practice and hockey free. Non of the team there. Just you and your favorite boy.

“LETS GO BABY!” Mark yells after making another strike. You giggle as he turns over all smiley. Mark sits down next to you and you put your head on his shoulder. “Wanna go get ice cream am after this?” He asks softly.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You smiled. “We can finish this game up if you want, or we can go now. It’s up to you sweetheart.”

“We can go now if you want too.” You say turning to him. After you guys returned the shoes and got back to the car.

As the night went on it got pretty late. You and Mark were sitting outside of the ice cream shop. “The sky looks so pretty. All the stars…they are extremely bright.” You say while finishing your ice cream.

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yourusername i love you but maybe I love our puppy more 😁

markestapa the puppy ain’t even all that but I love you more THAN THE PUPPY. 🥲

^ edwards.73 aye don’t do my bud like that Estapa.

^ markestapa be•tray•al : the action of betraying one's country, a group, or a person; treachery. "the betrayal by the king by his daughter"

rutgermcgroarty why didn’t I get icecream.

^ luca.fantilli bro fr like??

^ mackie.samo we just ain’t cool enough man 🤧

^ markestapa why do u guys comment on all my gfs posts 😐

^ lhughes_06 bc she’s better than u?

^ markestapa bruh my own teammate.

^ edwards.73 dw bro ur still my bf

^ markestapa good 😍

^ yourusername damn. My bf js got taken 😪

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hi sorry ik my posts have been rlly bad lately I have had no motivation whatsoever and anything I come up with I don’t like and I hide in my drafts but Lunas over and when she’s over she forces her motivation on me 🥲 (not rlly she just talks about writing and than I think of something)

But anyways me and her are doing face masks rn and listening to music and it’s 4am 😍 alr bye bye ilyg

tagging some ppl - @lunaaaaaa-nothere @jeromes-scars

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Charlie nsfw alphabet.

X male reader smut.

Charlie(yuurivoice) x amab/male (can be gender neutral but it is focused on male) reader

A-after care (what they’re like after sex)

Yeah,no.not that he would like to do it,but he’s either stunned or sleepy after sex,so your the one doing aftercare

B-body part (their and your favorite body part)

Personal headcanon that Charlie has really veiny hands for no reason,so he adores his hands,the way he can hold a joint and grab your dick is amazing.his favorite body part of yours would have to be your hair,long short as long as he can use it to grip you while your sucking his dick he likes it.

C-cum (kinda self explanatory)

He’s has mixed feelings abt it,he doesn’t mind it but he’s not completely into it.but he doesn’t like to swallow it,so don’t try that kinky shit on him

D-dirty secret (also self explanatory)

Desperately wants to be choked out and called a male slut.

E-experience (does he know what he’s doing?)

Charlie has definitely had his share of hookups,he knows what he’s doing but he’ll act like he doesn’t cause he’s a Whiney baby

F- fav position (also kinda self explanatory)

Pirates bounty and suspended congress (both are gay sex positions.and as a girl,I think they both have the funniest name on planet earth)

G-Goofy (how are they in the moment,serious or silly?)

Charlie likes to be a tease,he prefers to keep the bedroom light hearted and fun,he definitely keeps you entertained if you here what I’m saying

H-hair (how well groomed are they,does the carpet match the drapes)

He shaves,nothing special about it.but I do think he’d be a bit harry

I-intamicy (how are they in the moment,on the romantic aspect)

He can be lovey dovey,like dying I love you in low groans as she fucks you

J-Jack off (masturbation hc)

I’ll give you this much,he wants to be caught,he wants you to see him jacking off to a picture of you while you were sucking him off once

K-kink (any kink of theirs)

Praise kink,choking kink(even tho it doesn’t happen) and not sure if this counts but he really likes to slap his dick around your face before you suck him off

L-location (places he likes or has done it)

He’s definitely took you in the closet of Pete’s Pizzeria,and in the back of his car,and he’s pushed you over the kitchen counter before,but he stopped and said he was joking cause he was nervous

M-motivation (what gets him going)

When you admit your horny to him,that could make him cum anytime anywhere

N-no.(something he wouldn’t do)

He wouldn’t be into hate fucking,he’s a strong believer of “we don’t go to bed mad in this house”

O-oral (giver or receiver?)

He honestly doesn’t care,he likes to give just as much as he likes to receive.but don’t make him swallow cum,that’s how you get no oral for a week

P-pace (how fast/rough are they)

He’s fast and rough,he likes hearing you whine ass he fucks your ass and digs his hands into your lower body

Q-quickie (opinions on them)

One simple word

Yes.

R-risk (risky thoughts or experiments)

He so wants to pull you into an alley and give you the best blowing of your life but he’s to afraid to do so

S-Stamina(how many rounds)

Depends on the day,if he didn’t have work he’s more likely to go for about 5 maybe 6,but after a long day he really just needs to cum so maybe 1 or 2 rounds

T-toys (does he own them?like them?)

He personally doesn’t own anything other than a dildo he keeps under his bed,but I’d you have cooler stuff you want to sue on him he’s down

U-Unfair(how much they like teasing)

If you start to whine and say fuck offs and fuck you’s to him he’ll force you to look at him and apologize(which is so hot)

V-Volume (how loud is he)

Oh Jesus he can be loud and whiney,like no matter what the position is,he’s a big whiner

W-Wildcard (random headcanon)

He likes to bite your thighs(god damn I’m mains myself blush,and I’m writing about gay sex)

X-X-ray (how big is he)

A tiny bit over average (6.7 inches)

Y-Yearning ( how high is his sex drive)

Anytime,anywhere,no matter what

Z-zzzzz (how quickly they fall apart)

He gets tired so easily,so easily so he’s asleep almost immediately

Kinda a gift for a friend (i know I usually don’t do smut but ya know ppl change)

[takeariskao3]

Hannah, can you do a mini POV of what it was like for Harry to kiss Ginny after so long on AG?

YES I CAN

"No--"

Harry resisted the urge to bang his head repeatedly into the table top and instead shoved back in his chair.

“See? I’m getting this all wrong.”

He strode across the room. Only for Ginny to retreat a half step at his approach, and for her face to tense into something apprehensive. The gaping wound in his gut, if possible, pounded even more. And it was that feeling, more than general good sense, that directed his words as they tumbled out of him.

“I want to fix it,” he croaked. “I want to get it right. But I see the way you look at me, it’s like you don’t even know me. I see the way you flinch when I touch you, and it’s like I can’t think straight.”

Ginny blinked several times in quick succession, her face contorting into something utterly perplexed.

She gaped at him for several quick breaths before stammering, “That–That’s not–”

Harry braced himself for some false consolation, only for Ginny's sputter to turn cataclysmic.

"It's all right here!" she roared, fisting her fingers into the jumper at her midsection. "I know it is because I can feel it! But I-- I don't know what to do with it."

He didn't need to ask what she felt. Harry knew in an instant what she meant. Because it was a mirror to his own response to her proximity. Like a damn reflex. Too deep-rooted to be impulse, too violent to be survival.

Even though he recognized her plight in an instant, that still didn't make it easy to believe.

How could she possible be articulating this... this connection. She had no context for it. She had nothing. She didn't--she couldn't--remember. It had been stolen away from her. From both of them.

So there was no way she could be feeling anything close to what she should.

Right?

Ginny visibly swallowed. Then, so slowly Harry almost ached with the inevitability of it, she drew closer. Her fingers trembled ever so slightly before her palm came to rest over the center of his chest.

Harry's nerve endings crackled to life at her touch. They'd gone involuntarily dormant with the absence of her no longer pervading his every sense every moment of every day. But now they practically sang with the end of their stagnation.

Ginny stared up at him with wide eyes, the freckles dusting her cheeks taunting him. He'd memorized every single one, peppered them with kisses under the cover of starlight, mapped them with his fingers in the early glow of dawn.

Before he even knew what he was doing, his hand reached for her of its own accord, brushing his knuckles across the constellations in her skin.

Her breath hitched on her inhale, but she didn't pull away.

Harry couldn't believe she didn't pull away.

If anything she was leaning closer--her hand skimming up his shoulder to the back of his neck. With one gentle tug, Ginny tilted his face downwards.

And right before the ghost of her lips touched his, she breathed, “I don't know how to do any of this either."

Harry reared back, if only to let his brain catch up to the rest of reality. He should really, genuinely, honestly, take a step back. Talk this through rationally and pragmatically. Figure out a way forward that wouldn't leave room for some breakdown later...

But as Ginny looked at him with those amber-golden eyes, the last thread of his self-control was shredded to bits. Giving in to every urge of longing inside him, he surged forward and caught Ginny around the middle.

Months of deprivation left him less than gentle, and hardly graceful. He kissed her with abandon, like a dying man gulping down the cure to his ailment. Several moments passed where he could comprehend nothing but the frisson exploding in his bloodstream and the rightness of having Ginny in his arms. Then he settled into the feeling of kissing her and realized she was just as emphatically kissing him back.

Their tongues rolled against each other and, if anything, the stars behind his vision grew even brighter.

Right before it all came crashing down.

[lunas-side-anime-blog]

Modern College Student/BF Armin Arlert Headcanons

(rewatching aot and damn I forgot how much I love armin.  someone pls put me onto some good armin fan fiction?  this boy doesn’t get anough attention honestly, lemme know if you guys want me to do anyone else, im thinking eren next?)

Pre law student

I think in the modern world, Armin would only look at his love for the ocean and nature as hobbies.  When it comes to investing in his education and making money to support himself and his family, he’d go into a major he’s good at just to be safe.  And that’s persuasive arguments, crazy attention to detail and maybe a little manipulation for the greater good so yeah…lawyer it is 🙂

Currently focusing on political science for his BA before law school

Shares a small apartment with Eren and Mikasa cuz they all looked at dorm life and were collectively like “yea, fuck that”

Armin and Mikasa are up first every morning, and they usually share a lil breakfast together before deciding which one should dare try to drag Eren out of bed

Has the best color-coded notes, the type of student to type into the chats links to resources he found helpful when doing the homework, pulls thru with the quizlet right before quizzes

Heavy on that study beats, listens to it even when not studying

Has canva pro and no you cannot use it 🫶🏻

Strict study schedule but he doesn’t go overboard like other honor kids.  He gives himself plenty of breaks and plans his workload so he can enjoy his weekends bc he knows he’ll be useless all burnout 

His Starbucks order is an iced brown sugar oat milk shaken espresso, sometimes with a blueberry muffin, boy likes his sweets

The Starbucks staff around the corner knows him personally and even have a lil crush on him since he's there so often, polite and always puts something in the tip jar (he may get a few free cake pops here and there)

Loves the sims and doing little legacy challenges, the type to get emotional when his sim gets married or has kids because he fr raised them

Deep into the lore too, has his theories about Bella Goth and hates Don Lothario with a passion

One time Eren deleted his saved family and Armin didn’t speak to that man for two weeks

Secretly loves fanfiction but only found family fanfiction bc it reminds him so much of his relationship with Eren and Mikasa. Soft spot for anything Harry Potter tho (proud ravenclaw)

I don’t think he’d smoke weed bc I feel like he’d be a paranoid high so it’d be more stressful than relaxing tbh

But he always trip sits his friends!  

Will go to parties if dragged along but the most he’ll drink is like a twisted tea or white claw and just kinda watch his friends get hammered like 🫣

The type of guy at the party who’ll get dragged into some drunk crying girl’s story about her bf and he’s just sitting there with his one drink, sober asf like, “omfg bestie! you need to dump him, like i’ll help you draft that text rn”

Smells like Johnson and Johnsons baby soap and like he’s so embarrassed about it but his skin is so sensitive he has to use the goo goo gaga stuff

Other than that he kinda smells like fresh laundry?  Uses too much detergent and dryer sheets so his clothes smell like extra good and he doesn’t wear cologne so yeah, hope you like Tide bitches✌🏼

Very loyal to the vanilla bean burts bees chapstick

Has a blue hydro flask that he always has with him, also constantly reminding his friends to drink more water

Totally has scared Eren by telling him about kidney stones and how the dumbass might have to just pee out rocks if he doesn’t drink sum fucking water.

Eren now takes hydrating v seriously :)

Most of his friends will go to him more than their actual advisor bc Armin is just much more helpful tbh and he loves telling them which classes or internships they should take.  

Actually prefers articles and podcasts over books bc of practicality and he already has to read so fucking much for school

But is lowkey one of the annoying ppl where like any conversation you’ll have will end with him like, “Oh earlier I was listening to this one podcast and-”

Has painted his nails a few times but I think he’s a nail biter so he kinda stopped after unintentionally eating so much nail polish

Secret passion for skin care, may or may not be a skincarebyhyram stan

Tried countless times to get Eren to at least wear spf everyday but yea, that bitch don’t listen

Mikasa does tho and they actually go to sephora together once every month for lil skincare hauls (baddie w her baddie friend)

Calls his grandpa everyday, even if it’s just for a few minutes bc he knows his grandpa is all alone now that he left for school and armin just wants him to know that he’s doing fine and making him proud

As your Bf

You guys probably met thru a friend of a friend, most likely you befriended Mikasa or Eren and they started bringing you over and eventually Armin would meet you

Bc in no way would Armin actively search for something romantic when his main focus rn is getting his degree but like damn you were just-

Wow

Anyway, as your bf expect literally so many forehead kisses

Kinda clingy bc he is indeed a scorpio, once it’s official between you two every night he’s like “so we sleeping at my place or yours?”

Bc why would you guys just sleep apart from each other?  

Armin fr forgot how to 

Fav cuddle position is you on your back and him with his head on your chest and arms around your waist

Bonus if you play with his hair and whisper sweet nothings by his temple

I’m on team soft dom armin, boy is a ppl pleaser for sure but still a dom

He’s pretty vanilla and heavy on praise, but if you want him to go hard and degrade you or manhandle you, he would as long as you guys set up a safeword first

His post nut clarity would hit hard tho and he would be so afraid you saw him as some sort of sexist pig afterwards

“WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG, IN NO WAY DO I CODONE-”

“Babe chill all you did was spank me.”

If you have a vagina, he is like super educated on the anatomy🤓

Fr makes you pee after sex

Washes his hands before fingering you and you’re just sitting there trying to stay in the mood like “😀”

Tbh the only things I think would be off the table for Armin is anything unhygienic or like anything involving other ppl bc boy is too insecure and possessive for anyone else to be seeing you like that

Sex on the beach isn’t happening either.

If you try to convince him he would just be like,”Sand will end up everywhere (y/n)!  Honestly, it’s like you WANT a yeast infection!”

Having a pre law bf is literally having your own attorney at your beck and call

If you have a problem with a teacher for example, Armin would fr hop on a call with the college and be like “sweetie, who was the head of your department again?”

Next thing you know the poor teacher is fired lol

Can and will fight all your battles

The perfect study buddy, like he'll make flashcards for you without you even asking or telling him what the next test was about?

You never have to edit or revise your essays again, Armin is just proud that you wrote it all out, he’ll take care of it from there so all you have to do later is submit

Armin made one day of the week your guys’ date night and literally someone would have to die in order for him to reschudle bc the boy takes it sooo seriously

Literally Eren can call from the hospital and Armin will just be like “you know what day it is?  Right, it’s Thursday.  Which is date night for me and Y/n.  So unless that broken arm turns into organ failure, don’t call me!”  

Date nights are museums, cafes, planetariums, sometimes you guys will even take a class together

But honestly, the best dates are the ones you guys have at home bc he likes just having you all to himself

Boy is jealous, but more so possessive

Like, it takes a very certain action to piss him off enough to act outwardly bitchy

Boys can make you laugh, they can compliment you, they can try to impress you

But if a boy were to try to protect and care for you?

Armin will snap

Thats literally his job and he sees it as a threat

Will go out of his way to make the dude look really incompentent.

Your study partner brought you a snack bc they know you missed breakfast?

“Y/n doesn’t like that brand, it hurts their tummy.  Maybe you should ask before just shoving whatever in their face😒”  

Its cold out and some guy offers you their jacket?  

“Woah there, prince charming, I don't think your 10 dollar Old Navy hoodie is gonna cut it. Darling, why don’t we head inside and get you a hot drink? 😇”  

A guy friend stops by with some medicine bc he heard you were at home sick?  

Armin’s there at the door like, “My baby’s immune system is really weak right now, the last thing they need is strangers just coming over and making them sicker.  How thoughtless are you?🤬”

Fights don’t really happen bc Armin is so good at de escalating situations, he’s also just such a simp for you that you’ll always gets your way

The only fights he won’t back down from are the ones where he feels like your safety is at risk

Over his dead fucking body would you do anything even remotely dangerous

This is where I see manipulative Armin.  He’d use his skills to convince you that you didn’t even care about what you were arguing for in the first place

At first he might feel a little guilty but after realizing you’re objectively safer from his manipulation, he doesn’t feel as bad

Kinda yandere tbh, but really soft and not dangerous

Your location should always be on tho☺️

Fav Nicknames for you: darling, baby, princess/prince

Songs that fit the vibe: Turning Page by Sleeping At Last, Bad Habit by Steve Lacy and As The World Caves In by Mat Maltese 

“Yes, it’s you I welcome death with, as the world caves in.”

“Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.”  

“Thought you were too good for me my dear, never gave me time of day my dear.” 

[livvyofthelake]

booktok is honestly sooo annoying when they get all “kids shouldn’t be reading this these books aren’t appropriate for kids they have sex and mature themes etc” as if 12 year olds aren’t hitting up ao3 to read about two guys from their favorite tv show fucking. as if children need to be like. protected from Adult Topics until they’re 17. like damn girl i agree that there is a weird trend in book marketing right now that seems to be pushing for younger audiences in genres that have in the recent past been more clearly identified as adult. i agree that the cartoon covers of adult romance novels is a weird branding choice that makes those books look like they’re for a young adult audiences when they’re not. i get it. even cassandra clare’s shadowhunter books have sex in them now (pg-13 sex but please remember that 15 years ago even that was frowned upon) to cater to the “new adult” audience as well as ya. and i realize that all of this is happening because it’s becoming harder and harder for ya readers to transition out of ya and into like. literary higher level adult reading. and i think this is probably tied to the internet age stealing our attention spans and the decline of media literacy and things like that. like i get it. but also i think you should let 12 year olds read icebreaker. if they’re “traumatized” over it that’s honestly just a learning experience and they’ll figure out how to read books in their demographic. it’s a book it’s not gonna ruin their lives… 12 year olds aren’t babies you don’t need to go all book banning on them jesus. their parents probably aren’t paying attention to what they read either i’m gonna be honest with you. my parents didn’t give a fuck what i read at 12 i guess they figured i was old enough to just do whatever. and they were right because i was fine. and the new generation of middle schoolers will be fine too. if a kid wants to read you literally need to let them we are in a drought of media literacy rn i fear giving the 12 year olds icebreaker and acotar can only help at this point. well i mean i probably wouldn’t GIVE them those books my point this whole time was to let them read whatever they choose to read. i wouldn’t put those books in a middle school library but that’s not going to stop a precocious sixth grader from finding it on their own. matilda wormwood was reading moby dick at seven years old and we think she’s a badass but suddenly the middle schoolers aren’t allowed to read about sex? get real 🙄 if i was 13 and wanted to read acotar and someone tried to tell me to read harry potter instead i’d scream. a) don’t recommend harry potter and percy jackson to any kid over the age of 12 and frankly in harry potter’s case 10. they will get so mad at you you are in fact misinterpreting that kids reading level don’t do that shit. and b) kind of the same point but stop acting like middle schoolers are babies holy shit you’re gonna create a world where children are so sheltered they become stupid…

[seriouslysam8]

Don’t you find Harry a bit conceded sometimes? He doesn’t care about anyone else’s problems but his own. He expect everyone to drop everyone and help him out and he’s completely oblivious to anyone else’s problems or tragedy they went through (such as forgetting about Ginny and the diary). He was being such a whiny baby about being possessed that he didn’t even properly celebrate the last Christmas with his godfather. He annoys me. He so flawed and self centred and such a horrible character. Honestly, Sirius deserved better and so did Ginny.

I disagree with you. On all points.

Legit, Harry watched a peer be MURDERED right in front of him. Then, he’s shoved into the arms of his relatives who hate his fucking guts and having nightmares of Cedric being murdered. He has no idea what’s going on, being cut off from the magical world. He’s traumatized, he’s scared, and he has ZERO support.

Even when he gets to Grimmauld Place, he’s disappointed by his godfather’s lack of affectionate greeting. Look, I love Sirius. He’s probably my favorite character in the series. But Sirius wasn’t there for Harry in OOTP like he was in GOF because he had his own trauma and demons he was dealing with being locked up in his childhood home.

Harry needed therapy. He needed his godfather not to be depressed and drunk.

He was FOURTEEN when he saw Cedric be murdered, when he was tied up and cut open for some ritual to bring back the person he murdered his parents. He was FIFTEEN dealing with a bunch of trauma with nobody to talk to about it.

While I sympathize with Sirius’ trauma and would probably be a drunken mean mess if I was locked up in my abusive childhood home, he is an adult. He needed help but he couldn’t even get help because he was on the run. He tried, I think, to the best of his ability with how damaged he was. But Harry needed at least a goddamn hug from his godfather after everything that happened. Sirius couldn’t give him that support because he had no support himself.

As for Ginny, Harry felt DAMN guilty not remembering. But the kid had a lot of things on his mind. He never forgot that tidbit again. He protected Ginny to the best of his ability from there on out.

[corporatefrog]

꒦‧₊ ꒷ HEADCANNONS: tricking team craig into thinking you're a magician ✧.*

✧.* tags: college au, ✧.* Characters: jimmy valmer, tweek tweek, craig tucker, tolkien black, clyde donavan a/n: i wrote tweek's then had the panicked though "i haven't written tweek for any of my other team craig posts" even though that's literally not true and i forgot that i didn't forget him? idk i put myself through the ringer for no reason lmao

masterlist

Jimmy

Finally! The other half of his magic comedy routine! 

Instantly wants you to go on stage with him

You guys do the circuit to different bars and coffee shops in south park

Honestly he doesn’t care if it’s fake or real

All he knows is it’s PERFECT for marketing

“You don’t want to know how I did it?”

“All i need to know is if you can do it again at 6 pm tonight at tweek bros coffee for a crowd.”

Give him a lil top hat and sparkley vest and he’s THRIVING

He’ll purposely mess up tricks to make people laugh and then you amaze them with an awesome trick

The poster for the show is him in one of those boxes where your legs get cut off with you holding a saw

Tweek

Terrified of any and all magic

You’d do a simple trick and he’d be spiraling all day

“Is this your card”

“AHHHHHHHHHH HOWD YOU DO THAT WHERE DID IT COME FROM”

Probably avoids you for the next week

You walk down the hall, he’s diving into the closet room to avoid seeing you

Skips study sessions for the next week because they’re at your apartment

You need to show him how the trick works before he begins to calm down

Even then, he gets suspicious if you find something a little too quickly or catch a falling pencil a little too well

Craig

Doesn’t care. 

Well, he PRETENDS he doesn’t care

Until you find a way to put a quarter in his hat without being anywhere NEAR him

Suddenly you are a threat

“How did you do that.”

“A magician never reveals their secret”

“No but deadass how did you do that.”

“I would tell you, but seeing you annoyed that you can’t figure it out is so much more entertaining.”

Que him doing intense researching into magic tricks to figure out how the fuck you pulled that off

Constant side eye whenever you’re in the same room because he’ll be damned if he lets you get another trick past him

Won’t admit it but lowkey thinks you’re actually magic

Trick successful >:)

Tolkien

I feel like he would think it’s cool

Not in a genuine belief way, but just as someone who enjoys magic

Another magic phase person. He was the opener for kyle and stan’s magic extravaganzas 

Probably specialized in card magic and can do some pretty sick tricks

Doesn’t think you’re genuinely “magic” or anything

But he wants to know more about how you do your tricks

Asks you to teach him them too!

“Yeah when I showed Kyle and Stan they freaked out so much they didn’t sleep for a week because they couldn’t figure it out.”

“Teach me.”

“What?”

“You ruined stan and kyle’s week just with a magic trick. Please teach me.”

Definitely keeps the magic trick in his back pocket until stan’s gang annoys him so he can send stan and kyle spiraling

clyde 

Tried to learn magic when everyone else had their magic phase but could never figure out how to do the tricks properly 

So now he just gets pissed whenever someone else is good at magic

Doesn’t want to see it at first

But then you do a trick that’s a little too good

And now he’s invested

Wants to see more

Genuinely thinks you’re a wizard like harry potter style

“Can you dye my hair black?”

“That’s really not what I specialize in”

“Ohhh haven’t learned that spell yet. I got you.”

“...yeah definitely.”

[twopoppies]

hi!!!! do you have any fics in which one of them is a “fuck boy” lol ?

Hmmmm. I don’t have many, and I think these really might fall more into the category of “I was a fuck boy until I met you”, but I hope you like these.

the way the storms blow by rbbsbb (E, 22K) What would happen if you walked in on your best friend in the midst of an orgy? Louis finds out and it’s pretty damn hot.

And Touch Me Like You Never by runaway_train (E, 36K) I really enjoyed how this author handled Harry’s confusion and growing attraction and eventual sexuality crisis. That, along with the angst and very sexy smut, made it a really good read.

Seeing Blind by zedi (E, 47K) I really liked the way this author gave a twist to both Omega Harry and Alpha Louis’ characteristics. It’s a whole lot of smut and miscommunication and, of course, a happy ending.

To Be The Friction In Your Jeans by orphan_account (E, 20K) slightly dated characterizations because it was written in 2012 (no one writes OT4/5 orgies anymore, do they?), but I actually really like this one. It’s simultaneously funny, oddly believable, and really damn hot. Harry-centric.

Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar (M, 227K) This fic is wordy and descriptive (which isn’t for everyone) and the characters are probably pretty OOC, but I love it anyway. I know that doesn’t sound like a recommendation, but truly the writing is poetry, the characters are so well-developed, the visuals and setting have stuck with me for years –– there’s a reason this one is a classic.

Into The Blue by zarah5 (E, 117K) honestly, I love all of this author’s fics, but I think this is my favorite of theirs. Louis as a flirty scuba instructor? Newly single Harry who just wants a fling? Boys living on other sides of the world who only have a few weeks together? Heartbreak. Hot af smut. OT5 friendship. Please….give me all that shit.

The light to guide me home by Star_Henderson / @tommosgun (E, 65K) I don’t know what it is about this fic but I’ve read it so many times and I just really love the instant chemistry, the smut is stupid hot and fuels the character growth, and even with the angst, the whole thing is just lighthearted and sexy.

[freedomfireflies]

OOO SO TRUE!! Honestly, I don’t know!!!! They’re all such good ideas and if I can think of a little blurb for them, I will DEF try!! 💞💞

Please write a blurb of sports owner Harry and her first kiss, I need it! Is it soft and tentative? Or is it a rush of lust and need, all wet tongues and teeth meeting?

Enquiring minds need to know!

OKAY LET'S DO IT!!!!!

"So where is he?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because it matters. You made it very clear that it matters."

You cross your arms. "He....left."

"He left," Harry repeats.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because he had no reason to stay."

"But you did?"

You look at him and you wonder how someone so wise can be so incredibly stupid. "I thought I did."

He crosses his arms, too, and now you're both quiet. He's looking you the same way he did that day you fled his office. Like he doesn't understand. Like you're this puzzle he wants to figure out.

"What do you want from me?" he asks you gently.

A rather good question. "I...I don't know," you admit. "I thought I wanted...to talk. To be honest, but...maybe I'm looking in the wrong place."

He steps closer and suddenly this giant arena feels about two feet tall. "And what do you want to be honest about?"

"I don't know," you say again. Softer. "You were right about Jackson, he's...I mean, he's got a lot to figure out."

"I know."

"But that still doesn't give you a right to meddle in a relationship that isn't yours. You know? You...you shouldn't have talked to him and you shouldn't have made him think there was something between us when there's not."

He stares at you. Evenly. "Would it be so wrong if there was?"

No. "That's not the point."

"Then what is the point?" Another step. "Why are you yelling at me in my arena if you want nothing to do with me?"

"Because you're infuriating," you inform him and his eyebrows raise like he's never had someone tell him that to his face. "You are. You're egotistical and you're invasive and you're annoying and even if Jackson and I don't get back together, you are the last person on this team, in this city, in the world that I would ever—"

He kisses you. Large hand around the back of your neck while the other cups your cheek. He kisses you, hard, and he takes every breath from your lungs. He claims your tongue with his and you don't fight him the way you thought you would. The way he imagined you would.

You kiss him back. You grab his stupid fucking coat that looks damn good over that expensive suit and you yank him closer and you whisper, "It's about fucking time."

[greenfuls-secret-chambers]

Warning: Smut, minors DNI

Not another Lupin Fanfic!

Chapter One

This was it. Your last year of being a Hogwarts student. Fumbling around, throwing your robes on, you looked into the mirror and sighed.

Leaving Hogwarts was something you were dreading. Your home life was a mess. To put it nicely, you parents were pieces of shit. All they give a damn about is drinking. You can’t even think back to a time when everything was alright. Hell, just last week before leaving, you dad had blacked your moms eyes and the neighbors had alerted the police. It could have stopped there, but your mother refused to press charges, just like the last couple of times.

On the bright side you had received a decent amount of job offers from the ministry. So at least you could get to work as soon as you’re graduated, hopefully finding a place you could finally call your own.

The only issue is the ministry was all over the place recently. With Voldemort returning, so much propaganda was being put out that Harry was just lying out of his ass. Seeing all the crazy shit happen first hand, you knew what the truth was. All of it just frustrated you. We are at the beginning of our demise and no one seems to give a shit.

So, as you finished putting your hair up, you ran out the door making sure not to be late to your first class.

Running down the hall you heard someone call your name.

“Hey y/n!” As you look behind your shoulder, Fred was rushing through the halls to walk with you. “

“You’re headed to potions right?” He asked.

“Sadly yes.” you responded, “Hopefully Snape isn’t such a pain in the arse this year,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “I don’t think I can deal with him much longer.”

“Y/n come on now, this is Snape we are talking about, Merlin could strike him and he’d still be a dick afterwards.” Fred laughed.

…

For being your first day, it kind of dragged. Potions was insufferable as always, Snape was going on about what he expects from his students in his monotone voice, basically saying he’s not taking any shit this year.

Draco had threw his mandrake at Neville causing him to faint in Herbology. That little weasel would get his one day and you couldn’t wait to see it.

Then there was McGonagall’s class. Luckily for you, it always come naturally, it was always an interesting subject in your opinion. So you didn’t sweat when she had assigned a 2 page essay.

Now, half way through your day, seated in the great hall for lunch, you started to feel overwhelmed. Everyone was catching up with their friends from last year. Because of the noise it was hard to keep up with the conversation in front of you.

“… Y/N! “

Well that snapped you back.

You turned to look at Hermione. “Huh? What did I miss?” You cocked your head to the side, waiting for her to respond.

“Are you’re okay? You don’t seem like your normal self.” She asked.

“It’s just the noise. I’ve dealt with enough screaming over summer break.” You groaned.

Ron spoke up, “Y/N, my mother already said you are welcome anytime. So just come bunk with us next break.”

Thank god for the Weaslys. Ever since you had met Fred and George in your first year, they had become your second family.

“Honestly Ron, I think I’m going to take you up on that offer.” You smiled.

You looked around, noticing someone was missing.

“Hey guys, where’s Harry?”

“Oh, Harry’s still with the Dark Arts Professor. Apparently he knew his parents and had some questions.” Hermione stated.

Next thing you knew, everyone started to get up and make their way to their next class.

You stood up from your seat, “Well it looks like I’ll catch up with you guys later, I’m off to defense against the dark arts.”

The three of you said goodbye and made your way out of the great hall.

…

Walking into the classroom, you noticed the smell of warm tea and chocolate. It smelled so much better than when Lockhart had occupied the classroom. It had always smelled of cheap cologne and aftershave when he had taught. It was so pungent you could swear it burned all of the hairs in your nose.

You quickly took you seat and waited for everyone to gather in and do the same. Suddenly you see a very tall man run down the from office in a hurry.

“Hello everyone! I’m Professor Lupin, I will be your defense against the dark arts professor. I look forward to teaching you everything you need to protect yourself, if the time ever called on it.” He smiled.

He was handsome and you took notice to it very quickly. From the way he looked to how he spoke, you were instantly infatuated. For the entirety of the class you couldn’t take your eyes off of him with his messy hair and bright smile. You could have swore he had caught you staring a few times.

After class you made your way to the second-floor girls lavatory.

During your third year you had stumbled into this one by accident and never really used the main one again. The main reason, no one ever used it. The only downside being Moaning Myrtle, but after a few months of going back and forth with her, she had just decided to give you your privacy.

As you drew your bath, you could help but think back to your last class. Professor Lupin was something. It didn’t even embarrass you that you were already picturing yourself under this man. All you could do is just blush and let your mind wonder.

You climbed in the huge tub and let your thoughts take a hold of you, slipping your hand down to your core.

“Maybe one day.” You sighed as you sunk down into your bath.

….

A few months have gone by. You’ve had no problem settling into your classes. This was your 7th year after all , so it was easy to get into the routine you had known so well.

Homework on the other hand was rully. Between Snape and McGonagall, essays where piling up. Transformations was still your favorite class but just the sheer amount of work was stressing you out.

Potions on the other hand has never been your strong suit, just today alone you had mixed up your notes and brewed Dizziness Draught.

Now this wouldn’t of been a problem but you had gotten a wif and fell right on your arse. Snape being the asshole he is, gave you a weeks detention. But the rest of your day went rather well.

DADA was your last class of the day. It always went quickly, or at least to it did to you. You always made sure to finish your assignments early just so you could sit and watch Professor Lupin grade papers. The way his arms would flex while moving his quill made you get lost in your thought. What you wouldn’t give to have his hands around your neck, calling you filthy things in your ear.

As if he could read what was on your mind, he looked up and smiled at you.

….

Later that night, you began walking down to the Snapes classroom. You decided to leave early so you wouldn’t be late. Knowing him, he would tack on another week if you were.

Counting the tiles beneath your feet as you walked, your mind started to wonder to a place it had visited often. Your favorite past time had been fantasizing about you and Lupin. In your mind the scenes played over and over again. Him bending you over his desk, thrusting into at a speed you couldn’t fathom.

As your turned the corner, you collided with something very tall and sturdy, knocking you on your behind and out of your thoughts.

“Y/L/N! I’m so sorry!”

As you looked up, your face became as red the hair on a Weaslys head.

Lupin was standing right in front of you with his hand out.

“It’s alright, that’s what I get for not paying attention.” You said, taking his hand and pulling yourself up.

“I was actually looking for you.”

You’re ears perked up at this. Why was

this devilishly handsome man looking for you.

“It looks like you’ll be spending your detention with me as Professor Snape has had something to attend to this evening.”

Without thinking you quipped “I hope he’s having the stick removed from his arse.” Your face felt like it was set ablaze. “Professor I apologize for saying that, please don’t take any house-“

“You know Ms. Y/L/N, if only that was the case, It would serve all of us well. He is rather uptight.” He interrupted you with a chuckle.

“I’m glad the students aren’t the only ones who feel that way.” You smiled.

You were shocked with how comfortable he seemed to be around you. He definitely wasn’t like the other professors.

“Now let’s hurry along, it seems we have already cut into your detention by 10 minutes .”

The both of you made your way to the classroom. As you walked in, you took a deep breath smelling the warm aromas around you. This is so much better than spending your time in the dungeons scrubing cauldrons.

Lupin spun around on his heals “So what exactly did you receive detention for?”

“I had gotten my notes mixed up and completely brewed the wrong potion.”

“A simple mistake it seems, I wouldn’t except a good girl like you to do anything to drastic.”

That definitely got your attention. Immediately your face turned to the brightest red from the praise.

Noticing your blush and quickly correcting himself. “You are a star student after all, your teachers speak highly of you.” With that he spun back around and made his way to his desk.

You took a seat in the first role waiting for instructions.

“Well I would have you help me grade some of the other students papers, but it seems I had finished them earlier…” he trailed off.

“Well since I have nothing for you to do, would you some tea?” He asked.

“Sure, tea would be lovely.” You responded.

Never would you have thought, you’d be having tea after hours with Professor Lupin. This was a god send.

You watched as he whisked his wand. A cup was sat in front of you, along with some sugar and milk.

You happy made your cup to your liking and began to drink.

“So, this is your last year at the castle, what are you plans afterwards?” He smiled, trying to make small talk.

You tilted your head up to look at him

“Well if I’m being honest, I really don’t know. The ministry has sent me a few job offers but I just don’t really like the direction it’s headed.” You shrugged.

“That’s completely understandable. Do you have anything else in mind?”

If this was completely different circumstances you would have said, ‘WELL I would like to spend the rest of my days under you for 24 hrs a day if you’d let me.’ But sadly this wasn’t the time nor place.

So you shook the thoughts out of your head and sighed.

“Honestly Professor, I just want to do something that actually matters, ya know, be the change I want to see.” You huffed

He smiled, “Ms. Y/L/N, you’re a bright witch. I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll become something great.”

You blushed at the compliment and finished the rest of your tea.

[justhere4kpop]

Chapter 10: Part 2

w/c: 1114

(+18!!! Smut Warning)

I showed up at their dorms, it was probably about 2am. Yes I know I’m crazy for still being awake but I work long hours editing photos and things. I have a lot to do for these crazy guys. I made sure to text Yunho I was here so I didn’t knock too loud and wake someone up, not that they would mind but I didn’t need to disturb anyone’s sleep schedule. The dark brown door opened up and Yunho stood there a shy smile on his face, typical hair, you know….what wasn’t typical was the fact that there was absolutely no shirt in sight, the only thing this man had on was his black sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips.

“Uh…hi.” I whispered staring at my shirtless boyfriend.

“Thank you for coming over.” he pulled me in with a quick hug and inhaled deeply.

“Did you just sniff my hair?” I poked him lightly.

“No, just…I’m sorry………..Movie?” he changed the subject and moved us to the couch.

He turned on a Harry Potter movie, but he also kept fidgeting and he was getting touchy, his hand was on my inner thigh, he was leaning on my shoulder giving it light pecks when he could. 

“Yun? You gonna actually tell me why I’m here? I know I didn’t come over here to watch a Harry Potter movie at 2am because you definitely wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important.”

“It’s not important.”

“Yunho…rule number one?” I shifted so I was facing him and he just leaned in and kissed me.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you baby.” he sighed holding my face. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Yu, are you telling me you had a wet dream?” I chuckled aware of him pressing into me slightly.

“I’m sorry.” he sighed.

“Honestly I’m flattered.” I smiled. “I uh…didn’t know you thought about me like that.”

“This….isn’t the first time.” he blushed. “But I couldn’t….No matter what I did I couldn’t help it.”

“That bad huh? Maybe you shouldn’t have worn those sweatpants.”

“Huh? What’s wrong with my sweatpants?” he frowned.

“Absolutely nothing.” I kissed him and leaned forward, he pulled my leg over his lap so I was straddling him, he practically moaned at just the pressure. It wasn’t until now I could gauge how hard he was, he was definitely having a good dream.

“Fuck.” he whimpered and dragged my hips lightly across his lap. “Baby.”

“Yu” I looked at him and held his wrist. “Everyone’s here…we can’t…they don’t want to hear it.”

“I really don’t care.” he groaned. “About them listening…I care about your opinion please don’t get the wrong idea baby.”

“I got it Goober.” I carded my fingers through his hair. “It’s late Yunho, as much as I want to-” I picked his head up from where it hung. “And trust me I do. It’s late, you have work at 7am.”

“I’ll be okay.” he nodded.

“Let me just help you, after all, I owe you part 2.” I smiled and kissed him. “Besides you don’t want our real first time to be some booty call on the couch to a movie we aren’t even watching. Let me take care of you again.”

“You always do.” he smiled and let go of my hips.

I slid off his lap and onto my knees in front of him. I untied those cursed sweatpants that were now taunting me. He lifted his hips up and I slid down the waistband to his calves. Holy Fuck….I don’t know whether to be concerned he wasn’t wearing underwear or worry about how badly my jaw is gonna hurt tomorrow.

“Cat got your tongue pretty girl?” he smirked suddenly full of confidence.

“Shit maybe it’s my birthday too.” I leaned forward bringing my hand up to wrap around the base of his hard cock. I gave it a few pumps watching his head fall back and the tip stand up straighter. “Damn you still growing big boy?”

“All for you baby.” he hissed feeling my hand squeeze him gently. “Fuck your hand feels so much better than mine.” he whispered trying desperately to not let anyone else know.

I tilted my head to let out a few kitten licks on his tip, the way he jerked forward when I did so tells me he’s been pent up for a while. I finally opened my mouth to bring him in, oh yeah my jaw is so gonna be sore tomorrow, I’ve gotten just past the tip and I can feel my lips stretching around him, okay breathe through your nose and relax. I slid down further until he almost hit the back of my throat.

“Mingi know you’re so good at this?” he chuckled. “God.”

I pulled off him with a lewd pop. “Trust me I know how to take care of my baby.” I winked. “He lets out the sweetest little noises trying to be quiet sometimes.” 

“Show me how you take care of him then.” he pushed my head slightly, he was testing a boundary, his jealousy was showing. 

Yunho was jealous, he’d never hurt me and he knows how much I care about him, but in this moment I was his, no one else.

“That’s it baby.” he rasped and pushed my head lightly. “Come on good girl, you can take it, I know you can.” 

I relaxed my jaw further and he finally entered my throat, I initially had gagged around him fuck he’s big, he and Mingi both. Damn…What have I gotten myself into.

“Fuck just like that.” he smiled and snapped a few photos when I looked up at him. “Shit you’re gonna make me cum.”

I swallowed around him and sank as far down as I comfortably could. My jaw burned at this point but I couldn’t stop, the look on his face, it said “You’re mine.” in the best way possible. I didn’t know he was this vocal either. He rubbed the side of my jaw and helped me relax it just as his hips began to buck up slightly chasing his own high.

“Baby, right there.” he groaned and held me still as he came hotly down the back of my throat. “Fuck fuck fuck.” he stilled and finally let go of my hair. I swallowed around him one last time making him jump and yelp a little at the sensitivity. I pulled off and helped him pull up his pants.

“You okay?” he reached over and rubbed my cheek.

“Mmhmm.” I nodded still catching my breath. “I don’t usually swallow.” I rasped out, my throat sore.

“Happy Birthday to me.” he chuckled.

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a/n: I got a little carried away while writing....I promise there is already a Mingi focus chapter brewing, also I hope I implied it correctly that this isn't the first time they've fooled around, any of them. My story isn't meant to be a step by step timeline, it'll jump around and through their relationship.

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Hey padfootastic,

Was scrolling through hp posts and saw a post where people were fighting over Remus situation. So just wanted to know your opinion bout it. Do you think Remus could have done better in PoA? He was a professor, responsible for the safety of others.

No matter how much I love Sirius but at that time he wasn't innocent in others mind, so hiding a big detail that could have affected the whole situation, hell, had Sirius really had been behind harry, he would have been dead cause our little innocent Remus here thought that it was a good idea to not tell them how Sirius had all the resources at his disposal. How easy it was for him to sneak into Hogwarts and harm harry and others.

It really was dangerous and well indirectly he did prove Snape right no? What do you think could have happened had Remus had guts to tell Dumbledore about Sirius being an animagus?

On the other side, oh man! I can imagine Sirius being all furious and depressed at the same time. He'd need to go for another plan, he'd think that now he won't be able to even see Harry easily and many more difficulties. Ugh

Imagine the angst after after innocence thing, Sirius letting go any single drop of love he might have had for Remus and treating him like a any other person. No different. Remus hating himself more and more and Sirius just. Not. Giving a. Single. eff. About the whole damn thing. I cant-

Please tell me what you think bout the whole situation.

yoooooo

i love this lol people asking me for my remus opinions never gets old bc i have endless salt to provide. i will never not be annoyed by that cretin.

okay so. PoA. i don’t often focus on that part of his whole arc (which is, funnily enough, one of the only concessions to remus’ ‘flaws’ that i’ve seen the remus fans give lol) but it’s honestly so??? like it’s literally one of the best examples we have of how self preservation is literally built into his core. iirc he doesn’t do it bc he’s afraid of how dumbledore would perceive him? doesn’t want him to know how they (he) broke his trust? and he’s willing to damn an entire school of students PLUS his best friends son to an alleged mass murderer for it. he will have that on his conscience rather than self introspection a bit and get thru the hard part.

i’ve seen people call him brave for a variety of reasons which all begin and end w his lycanthropy but i’m gonna be honest, he’s one of the most cowardly characters in the series in my opinion. every single time he has to make an active decision that might compromise his sense of self/perception or even just his peace of mind, he backs off. retreats. runs the fuck away. attacks outward. doesn’t take responsibility.

i think snape was both right, in that remus was helping sirius but wrong, because it wasn’t out of any friendship or responsibility. it was just a way to save face for himself. also probably him not wanting to confront any difficult feelings or memories.

wrt if he had told dumbledore? man idek. i literally can’t imagine it and surprisingly, haven’t read any fics exploring that option either 🤔 sus, that. also very telling lol maybe tightened security? disappointed dumbles? i cant see any major changes tho bc even sirius as a grim was pretty well hidden except maybe anti animagus wards if those r a thing?

also yes!!! i think sirius should be allowed to be angry and disappointed more often. he should be spitting mad about the fact that not only did remus not care a lick about harry, he also gave up so easily on sirius. i think he should be allowed that space.

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252 - TWO HUNDRED FIFTY TWO

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“Picked citrus fruit”. That’s the next date. And my god, it feels like that was a million years ago, a different lifetime.

Oh damn, I just realized…when I ditched the old car, I left Dean Martin’s suit in there. I’d also picked up a dress for Harry that I thought she’d look amazing—that I thought she’d like, um, not that I’m going to tell her that. But I am bummed about Dean’s suit. I liked that suit.

Anyway, even though I remember the weeks I was in LA, I definitely didn’t remember the exact date I went around snatching everyone’s lemons and oranges. I was starting to worry that I wouldn’t be able to figure out what the next set of numbers are but then…well, I don’t know if you somehow knew this or you were just counting on me being a better diary-keeper than I am, but Harry’s attention to detail has saved the day.

She’s…well, she’s kept a notebook of every single transmission I ever made. Or, at least, every transmission that she heard. It’s not like she transcribed everything I said, but she…she wrote the date, and where she thinks I was and little bits of what I talked about. If I mentioned her. She wouldn’t let me see the whole notebook, but I saw enough to know that.

It’s…well, I’m grateful, I guess, that she did that, because it’s helping us now, but it’s galling to have your innermost thoughts laid out and catalogued in that way. And I know, I know, they weren’t my innermost thoughts, not when I was getting on here and talking about them to anyone who would listen. But I said…a lot over this past year. And I don’t know if Harry wrote down any of what she thought and felt about what I had to say but…

It’s useful, that’s the point. It’s good she did it, because I sure as hell don’t remember when I said or did most things, but also the fact that she did it at all is messing with my head a little bit. All those years of living together and feeling like she wasn’t really listening half the time and now this.

I have to wonder if Fox has done the same thing. Written down every transmission I made and what I said. You must have, in order to give me a code in this way.

Harry’s started to get worried that you’re leading us to Junior. That we are going to have to kill him. I told her there’d be no point to sending us on this weird memory lane wild goose chase if it was just going to end in the same confrontation but…

I think there’s still a part of her that’s hoping we’ll encounter him, honestly. I think she’s willing to do what I’m not. Well, I think she’s willing in theory. I think, if it came down to it, she wouldn’t be able to. It’s not…it’s not as easy as I think she thinks it is. Even as a matter of survival. Even if you know that person is fated to die.

Because that’s the thing…he’s not fated to die. Not here. And I don’t know what kind of life he could have, but he does have a life here. And he should get to live it if he wants to, regardless of what happens to him in any other timeline, or whatever is ordained from on high.

If you are leading us to Junior, I can’t imagine what your goal would be. You said interfering in the past had destroyed things so what are you hoping to accomplish now?

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