#I’m not very cuddly. I’m very rigid

[kirans-wonderland]

What a Cuddly Croc

If only there was a a certain crocodile fae that I want to give a hug… 🤭

part two here (nsfw)

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First of all congratulations of breaking through Sebek’s barrier enough for him to even consider this. Sebek’s normal behavior is obviously standoffish and rigid. I think he actively avoids being touched. (oml this man is touch starved). Normally, he would just push through the cold cause he has to be tough for master malleus, sticking close to fire once he returned to his dorm. He views this aspect of his fae side as a weakness. 

But if you had somehow infiltrated Sebek’s inner fortress, you’d find him closer than usual at your side as he escorts you to class. As the days grow colder he grows closer. Locking his arm with yours under the guise of “I AM JUST BEING CHIVALROUS”. Eventually daring to hold your hand omg before marriage? Unacceptable. The most shocking of his advances came on the day of first snowfall. 

During a break you were standing in a hallway  when you felt arms wrapping around your waist and a head leaning on your shoulder. A glance to your side revealed a head of green hair like lettuce. “Sebek?” He let out a hum into your shoulder. “Are you alright? Is something wrong?” He picked up his head slightly, resting his chin on your shoulder before muttering something and looking away. “What?” you questioned having not heard him. “It’s cold.” He said again slightly louder than before but still barely above a whisper. You chuckled, putting your hand over his that lay on your torso and the other reaching back to scruffle his hair.  

He did end up explaining how his fae side made it harder for him to regulate his own body temperature making him more susceptible to the temperature around him. That night you arrived at the Diasomnia dorm, blanket in hand, searching for Sebek. Lilia found you first, inquiring as to your business there. Lilia let out a knowing giggle as he answered your query on Sebek's whereabouts.

You found him just as peepaw said in front of the common room's large fireplace. Quickly sitting beside him you wrapped him up in both your blanket and your arms. *shocked croc* “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HUMAN!?” “Shhh Sebs I’m warming you up” He begrudgedly not really he was very happy you just can’t know that returned your embrace, basking in your warmth that made his cold croc heart very happy, but you can’t know that you do

Bonus: Lilia finding you both still together the next morning, Sebek curled around you tightly smiling like a lovesick fool. Lils may or may not have taken a picture

Also imagine your friends shocked faces at seeing a Sebek clinging onto you through the winter.

[oneforthemunny]

okokok but pls elaborate more on janitor!eddie and period sex, i can’t get it out of my head

18+ smut. period sex, blood and stuff

he really hates seeing you in pain. he saw the bottle of midol in your purse, the way you'd grimace and hold your stomach when you were teaching, trying to mask your displeasure. he knew when he'd came over, the chocolate ice cream melting on the counter, your sullen face, the tampon wrappers in the trashcan by your bathroom- that you were on your period.

even in the face of painful cramps and hormones, you were sweet. offering to cook him something, share your ice cream. you’re cuddly and clinging, squirming and grunting at the especially hard cramps. your head was on his lap, his hand lazily running through your hair while you were curled up on your side. eddie tried to avoid looking down, the way your face was so close to his cock was enough to make it lurch.

you groaned, shifting onto your back, eyes pinched in pain. eddie went rigid when you squirmed, head rolling and kneading against his dick innocently.

"I'm sorry, baby." eddie muttered, running a clammy hand down your hair, letting it soothingly the way he knew you liked it.

your eyes were glassy and glimmering when you looked up at him, pouting slightly. he gave a sympathetic pout back. “I swear I don’t know why they’re so bad this time.” you huffed slowly.

“did you try putting the heating pad on?” eddie suggested, neck craning towards the little cabinet you kept it in.

you nodded. “didn’t work. tried the midol too, and a bath. it’s just bad this time.”

eddie hesitated for a moment, fingers still in your hair. “there’s, uh, there’s something else we could try.” you turned to him. “it’s… I read about it not too long ago and they said it worked.”

that’s wasn’t entirely true. jeff had mentioned sarah, his girlfriend, always asked him to fuck her when she was on her period. insisted it made it the cramps better. eddie and jeff went back and forth until they found a magazine, in the back shelves of the public library, a women’s talk magazine all about the joys of period sex. eddie had read the copy so much he was sure he had it memorized, fantasizing about fucking you like that. raw and deep and intimate, something so vulnerable and taboo about it.

you lifted a brow. “I’ll try anything at this point.” you huffed. “I’m desperate.”

eddie squirmed, trying to nonchalantly adjust himself. “uh, I could… I mean, we could, ya know…” you furrowed your brows for a moment before taking in his flushing cheeks, face dropping in realization.

“oh.” you gaped slightly. “won’t that hurt?” you asked.

eddie shook his head. “no, no, it’s not supposed to.” you cocked your head to the side. he blushed. “I-I read something about it once. the last time they were bad, and-and I just figured it might help.” he admitted, bashful and sweet.

you lifted up on your forearms, blowing air out your mouth slowly. “I don’t want to make you do that.” you admitted softly. “it’s gross and-and I’m bloated and it’ll get you all messy.”

“I’m alright getting a little messy for you.” eddie flirted, easy with a little wink.

you giggled. “I’m serious, ed. I don’t want you to be like disgusted with me.” you admitted softly. “like never be able to look at me again because it ruined it.”

eddie gaped, offended. “are you serious right now?” he asked. “you thinks I’d ever be disgusted by you? ever?”

you blushed, shrugging. “I dunno. I hope not, but… it’s not like great down there.” you motioned between your legs.

“I’m very well of what down there looks like, and I’d stay in there forever if I could, sweetheart.” eddie admitted fiercely. you laughed. “my favorite place on earth, baby. and a little blood isn’t going to scare me.”

you hesitated for a moment, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth in though. eddie nearly came right then. “ok, fine.” you sighed. “I guess it won’t hurt to try.”

eddie tried to hide how excited he was, smiling at you instead. you sat up slowly, moving off the couch and to the bathroom. you came back with two towels, dark purple so they wouldn’t stain. “in here or the bedroom?” you asked.

eddie shrugged. “wherever you want, baby.”

you looked towards your room. “I want to do it on the bed because there’s more room, but what if it gets off the towel and stains my mattress.”

eddie snorted. “I know a thing or two about mattress stains. I can help you get it out.” he stood quickly, grabbing the towels from you and practically sprinting to the bedroom.

he’d stripped the bed, bedding neatly put away to the side, towels laid and candles lit. you emerged out of the bathroom again after cleaning yourself up, covering your naked body when you scampered over to the bed. eddie’s eyes trained on the jiggle of your breasts, hips, thighs, ass; mouth watering at the sight.

you laid back hesitantly, making sure your hips were well on the towel, laid at the edge of the bed. eddie didn’t need to pump himself, he was already hard, fully, erection flush against his tummy, balls heavy and aching.

“if you don’t want to or it’s gross, it’s ok. we can stop, just tell me. it won’t hurt my feelings I promise.” you said quickly, legs still shut concealing your pussy.

eddie nodded slowly, eyes trained on your legs. “if it hurts you tell me and we’ll stop.” he added, hand rubbing on your knee.

you let him open you up, heart thumping at his reaction. you were worried he would be repulsed. you’d cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, frantic and trying to sop up as much blood as you could before you came back in. but with every wringing sensation of your uterus, you could feel yourself getting wetter, blood coming back.

eddie’s eyes trained on your puffed lips, licking his lips when he spread you further, pussy parting with a little click. it looked normal, honestly, just like you any other day of the week, until he saw it. the deep trickle coming out of your hole, darkening it first then pushing further everytime you clenched.

eddie’s thumb reached out, circling your clit slowly, making you arch and whine, hips rolling into the mattress. the pressure and pain was already disappearing, replaced with burning need and sensation.

“oh, eddie, that-that feels good.” you whined, hands grasping the mattress.

eddie looked up at you, smiling softly. “really?” he asked. “want me to keep going?”

you nodded, so he continued, soft circles on your clit, just the right pace and speed that had you unwinding. you were clenching around nothing, feeling yourself leak, arousal and blood mixing, spilling out of you. eddie swallowed hard at the sight, eyes training on your hole.

you felt the start of a cramp, but it slowly dissipated into a feeling of pleasure. your hips quivered, abdomen clenching and eyes pinching at the pleasure, building more and more.

you gripped eddie’s forearm, crying out when your orgasm finally washed over you. you whimpered, starry eyed looking up at eddie. he grinned, painfully hard, rubbing himself into the edge of the mattress.

you looked down between your knees, seeing a little smatter of blood. you grimaced, looking up at eddie. “sorry.” you muttered.

eddie scoffed. “don’t you dare.” he shook his head down at you. “did that help?” you nodded, blushing furiously when he grinned down at you.

“good.” eddie smiled back, he pumped himself a few times before looking at you, brows creasing slightly. “you good if I get inside you?”

your thighs clenched, nodding. “yeah.” you muttered, spreading your legs a little.

eddie looked down, cursing his leaking tip when he saw your pussy, puffy and slick. he groaned deep, lining himself up before looking back at you. you nodded gently before he pushed in, slow and gentle.

your body tensed, the stretch of him was always shocking to you. eddie went slow, letting you take your time, ragged breaths that turned into small moans before he rocked his hips, slow against yours.

you whimpered, reaching for him. eddie dropped without hesitation, clutching to you. “I got you baby,” eddie rasped in your ear, pillowy lips kissing your cheek, nose nuzzling into the skin. “that feel good? feel alright?”

you sighed nodding. “yes,” you mewled. “yes, feels so good. you’re making me feel so good.”

eddie grinned, blushing hard against your neck. he pressed soft kisses, trailing until he reached your lips, his slotting over yours sweetly. hips rolling, the squelch of your excessively slick pussy making his cock lurch, balls slapping lightly against you.

your hands found his shoulders, wrapping around him to he was close to you, hugging him even closer. eddie tried not to whimper, the sweet little moans that left his lips always made your heart flutter. he could feel your slick wetting his pelvis, fists clenching beside himself.

“you feel so good, sweetheart.” eddie cooed, tiny moan caught in his throat, more high pitched than he would’ve allowed normally.

you smiled, pressing kisses to his cheek, pulling him closer so his cheek was pressed to yours. “fuck, ed, I’m close.” you clenched and he whined loud. “makin’ me feel so good. you’re so good to me.”

eddie beamed, hips rolling harder, snapping a little harder to get your there, until you were gushing all around him. your moans were kryptonite to him, his own release following yours with whines and staggering hip thrusts into yours.

he rested on top of you, still buried deep inside of you, noses pressed together and glazed, dopey eyes staring at each other. you could feel your own mess of release and his seeping out of you, trickling down your inner thighs.

eddie got you in the bath, situated in the tiny tub behind you, legs bent to fit, contorted to you could lay on his chest, his sudsy wet hand stroking your back.

“that actually really helped.” you hummed, fingers trailing down his inked chest. eddie smiled. “same time again tomorrow? and next month? and the next?” you grinned up at him cheekily.

eddie laughed, vibrations of his chest tickling your ear that was pressed against the skin. “sure, sweetheart.” eddie ducked down, lips grazing yours. “I’ll be at your service for as long as you need.”

AHHH ANON YOU GET A PRIZE!!!!!

this is the janitor!eddie period smut from my og blog!!! everyone say thank you to the non rn!!

[disabled-battlekukku]

Considering you are the C.E.O. of Speedy the Bird, I thought it was only right to run this idea by you. A very long idea that you don’t have to read if you don’t want to.

I know that on many occasions you have shown you hold the opinion that Speedy is the Shadow to Tails’ Sonic. However, have you considered…

Speedy is Tails’ Knuckles?

Where Shadow is Sonic’s mirror, Knuckles is Sonic’s opposite.

Mirror type rivals are characters that a similar in almost every way. Opposites type rivals are characters that a different in almost every way.

Tails has a mirror type rival in the form of Kit. Both characters are “the smart guy” to - and are heavily defined by their - relationship with the person they look up to. Their similarities are reflected in their designs. They’re both very cuddly looking foxes with heavy emphasis on their tails. For Tails, it’s his twin tails, and for Kit, it’s the water tails/tentacles he can create with his hydro pack.

Speedy is more of Tails’ opposite. Tails has a problem of needing to find out who he really is outside of Sonic and make his personality more defined. Speedy has the opposite problem. He’s far too sure of who he really is. He’s convinced himself that he is a soldier to - and heir of - The Battle Kukku Empire and nothing more. He needs to let his personality be more fluid so that he’s more receptive to change. This is also reflected in their designs. Speedy and Tails are different species. Where Tails’ design has a greater focus on his lower back with his tails, Speedy’s has a greater focus on his upper back with his jet pack. Tails is made of very round shapes that make him look soft, cuddly and full of potential. Speedy is made up of a lot of rigid and sleek shapes that make him look sharp, dangerous and defined. But most of rigidity and sharpness comes from his army uniform, encasing him, like how his helmet makes him look like he’s wearing a permanent scowl. It’s a hint that he isn’t like this by choice. Like Knuckles, Speedy is all about the rules and whose character is inextricably linked to the culture he originates from.

Just a thought. A very, uncomfortably long thought that I’m anxious about sending, but the button does say “ask me anything”. So, any thoughts on Tails and Speedy being opposites rather than mirrors of each other?

Honestly, Speedy is more of Tails' perfect rival to me (not biased at all). He's the Shadow with the way he acts, Knuckles the way they are opposites, Metal Sonic the way one is free and the other isn't, Jet the way he could've been Speedy's Sonic. Even Blaze the way they are royalty

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

In a body swap AU—assuming Phoenix has ADHD, is diagnosed, and has medication he has to take on a regular basis (which… it’s the US… so, unlikely. But regardless.)—would Phoenix still need to take ADHD meds in Miles’ body? One could argue no because Miles doesn’t have ADHD but since a body swap is kinda like swapping brains/personalities and ADHD is a neurodivergency (meaning a difference in the brain in simplest terms) you could argue that yes he would still have ADHD. Plus, as someone with ADHD, it’s such a massive part of my personality, because it affects my entire life, if he didn’t would he still be Phoenix?

So, okay. Assuming he has ADHD—for the sake of avoiding the existential question on what makes us who we are and how that would change if a part of us was removed—would he still have to take his meds? How would that even work? Would he have to attempt to ween Miles’ body onto his medication? Unaware of how long for? No way is he just taking his normal dose, that could be damaging to Miles’ body, right? And if he doesn’t take it does he just get all the damaging withdrawal symptoms? Or would he not because he’s in a body that wasn’t taking those meds?

And does Miles have to take those meds in Phoenix’s body??? ‘Cause if he doesn’t then Phoenix’s body gets withdrawal symptoms? Or would it not change anything if Miles didn’t take Phoenix’s meds in Phoenix’s body because the meds change chemicals in the brain and technically he doesn’t have Phoenix’s brain in Phoenix’s body, even though he does? I mean really they are physically in each other’s bodies, including brains, but their souls must be connected to their brains—I assume—otherwise they would just *be* each other when they swap, so what effects on the brain/body do and don’t occur in that case? Why are there no articles on the logistics of body swaps!?

I’m glad I don’t take meds (is it obvious?) because if I ever am in the situation that I have swapped bodies with another person we don’t have to worry about dying. Unless they are an avid mountain climber. I might die if that’s the case.

[leorawright]

So I’m loving the mercs x cute and cuddly s/o but what about mercs (specifically scout) with an s/o who’s a little rigid and boxes? Like kinda muscly and whatnot cause I’d imagine if the s/o was a mercenary they would be at least a little built for battle. But like an s/o who play fights and is a little more rough? (Kinda like vi from arcane if you’ve seen it?) love your writing btw💖

Yeah I'm down for it (and no I haven't seen Vi from arcane but I looked them up and they look so cool🤩) (I'll also just be doing a couple mercs for this)

Mercs with rougher s/o

Scout

He's very impressed by your strength

Though obviously you look like that you are a mercenary

But that doesn't mean that Scout won't ogle you

In the most respectful way possible of course

Scout loves to watch you in action and he'll get so excited when you get a kill

Soldier

He's delighted!

You look like a real soldier just like him!

He loves to give you fighting tips and train either you because that's his kind of bonding time

He's also loves it if you can lift him up he'll get so excited and it's so cute

He also would love you so much more in you caught him after he rocket jumped

Demoman

He's so precious when it comes to you

He's so soft and may or may not purposefully fall off of ledges so you catch him

He's also very impressed by your skill in battle

He thinks the power that you fight with is so cool

One time he was cornered by the other team and you came to save him and he got so happy and blushy

Heavy

He's very surprised when he sees that you match him in strength

He's also may get a little flustered if he sees you training but don't mention it

When he sees you tearing the other team down with your weapons he'll cheer you on

He always help make sure no one flanks you so you can keep fighting

To him your strength his unmatched and thats what he loves about you

Medic

Heart. Eyes. The entire battle

He'll follow behind you looking absolutely love sick because of the strength you portray

He always uses his ubercharge on you because he loves watching the fear on the other teams face when you come at them

He always makes sure your in top shape because he can't have his favorite person being hurt

Besides your strength he also loves you strong personality

Your not afraid to show people you opinion and he admires how you have both physical and mental strength

[hobiwonder]

Bloom | 02

Genre: Hybrid!Namkook. fluorescence by @jincherie​ AU

Pairing: foxhybrid!Namjoon x Reader x bunnyhybrid!Jungkook ;(

Warnings: language. mention of hybrid trafficing/being sold into sex trafficing, fluff holy shit, angst, Smut (future), very cuddly and shy jungkook, stuttery shy BOYS. I really just wrote this for me.

Words: 5k+

Summary: In a world where humanity is increasingly motivated by how much cash can be made off of… well anything, you’re a human and hybrid rights lawyer. You will do anything to save the ones that never had a choice  right from the date of their conception. Even if that means, adopting two hybrids that you absolutely did not mean to.

a/n: I'm posting after over a year I feel so strange lmao. I know this isn’t induratize or the thousand other stories I abandoned like a deadbeat dad BUTT plz accept this measly update. Let me know what you think. drop me an ask, interact as much as possible so I feel guilty and put out an update soon. also warm welcome to so many new followers and writers who followed me as well.

It had been an hour since you’d closed the door behind the two hybrids. One painstakingly long, worrying, self-doubt filled hour. The muted noises of a sobbing Jungkook had quietened and that was the only consolation you had that you hadn’t completely messed up. There was a lot to do for one of your upcoming cases and you had thought you would be able to get some work done after bringing them home. However, you’d quickly realised your one dimension thinking was severely flawed. Your brain has simplified the process of bringing two hybrids home at such last minute to help you cope with it seems. And the sooner you realise your approach could be a little insensitive, the better. 

The rattling of the door knob had you shuffling off the couch and standing as if you were going to be caught doing something you shouldn’t. The silver locks come into view as Namjoon walks out to the living room. His eyes cast down to the floor as he comes to a stop right before the couch. His posture rigid, brows furrowed like he was angry and yet, he did not say anything.

“Namjoon? Are you alright? Is Jungkook okay?” You don’t move forward as to not startle the already reserved hybrid. 

“I-I am okay!” He sounds determined. Like it shouldn’t even be a question. 

“J-Jungkook is now asleep. He was- he got scared because he thought y-you were going to- to…,” Namjoon’s lips trembled, voice troubled and you had a feeling he was debating with himself if he should finish the sentence. 

“To what, Namjoon?” Your assertive tone had him glance at you briefly before his eyes were down cast again. Thankfully you don’t have to push him further. 

“He was fearful that you would s-strike him. He did not anticipate it a-and reacted poorly. I apologise for his behaviour and w-will receive the punishment i-instead of him.”

It was hard to decide what upset you more. The way Namjoon’s eyes teared up, lips trembled in a frown to hold back the angry tears. Or what he had said. The fact that he expected a punishment to be carried out for something as miniscule as flinching away from your palm. A hundred different emotions ran through your bloodstream. Anger, sadness, loathing, more anger, misery and some more anger. What had been done to them in that awful company to have their perspective of reality with a human owner so incredibly distorted?

“Namjoon…,” Your feet are taking you forward automatically, wanting to assure him that no such would be happening.

“Namjoon I’m… I’m not going to punish Jungkook. Or you.” You stand just a few meters away from Namjoon but he still does not look up. “Namjoon? Will you please look at me?”

He hesitates. The furrow of his dark brows never leaving his beautiful face. It’s been a few moments and he’s stagnant. Taking a few steps back, you settle on the couch. Looking up at him, you pat the spot beside you. 

“Please? Would you sit and talk to me a little?”

You’re hoping the intense emotions you were feeling towards the piece of shit company that terrified the poor bunny to this point were hidden enough that you wouldn’t atleast scare off Namjoon. Another minute passes. He relents. His adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, nervousness showing discernibly on his face. You wait. Letting him take his time to settle in to the couch and not remain so stiff.

“Namjoon.” You suck in a deep breath before looking him square in the face that’s still avoiding you. “Namjoon.” You repeat to get his attention. He finally looks.

“Listen to me very carefully. I will never hurt you or Jungkook. I know it’s hard to believe because… because this is all so new. Nevertheless, I will never ‘punish’ you both for anything. Not physically. Never physically, god.” 

You’re starting to get exasperated and it was obvious that Namjoon was waiting for you to start showing signs of frustration when he looks away again.Shaking your head to level your head, you continue. 

“I’m not sure what kind of horrible things those people did to you, I certainly will not continue that. In fact, I’m so… so angry that Jungkook even thought that I would hit him?”

“I am very sorry for upsetting you.”  

“I’m not angry at you, honey.” Shaking your head, you don’t miss the way Namjoon’s cheeks heat up at your petname. Eyes cast down again, scowl on his face loosening slightly. 

“I’m angry at those bastards for ever hurting you.”

He just listens. Physically at least but you’re hoping that he’s really hearing you. That he stops doubting you and your intentions. You wanted nothing but to erase their painful past and fill their future with memories that will wrap them in comfort. He finally looks up again. 

“Okay?” You nod to prompt his response and he slowly does. “Don’t freak him out when you see him. Just get some sleep and we can talk about this more in the morning.”

It takes him several moments to let your words sink in. 

“I… Jungkook will not be punished, r-right mistress?” Your face pales before you feel the blood rush back to it at his address of you. But you keep it together when you see the look of apprehension. Taking in a breath, you will your heart to be steady.

“No Namjoon. Jungkook will receive no punishment because he did nothing wrong. It was not his fault that he got scared. Okay?” Once again, he’s hesitating but nods nonetheless and that is enough for you for tonight at least. 

“Now, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?” Namjoon looks up at the mention of food and yet again, he shakes his head. It was obvious that he was feeling at least slightly hungry but his stubborn nature holds him back. You let him have this one. 

“Okay. Take a shower if you want and then get some sleep. I will see you in the morning.” Your smile is tired but warm. Watching him slowly get up and grab the ratty duffle bag they both had with them. 

Namjoon sends an unreadable look your way but before you can analyse his face further, he vanishes inside his room, closing the door behind him. You let out a breath you don’t realise you’d been holding again. It was the first day of them being with you and already - you knew you would do anything for them. Even if it took a while to have the fox hybrid completely believe you - you were not going to give up.

Getting up from the couch, you make your way towards your office to close and lock the door before heading to your own room. There were a few things you need to do before going to sleep and one of them included the clothes your hybrid companions would need. The duffle bag did not look full even in the slightest, giving you an idea of how many belongings both of them had. It only made you want to add everything in your cart while browsing for different items. 

That night, you make a promise to yourself. You would try your best to fill their time with you with so much happiness that they will forget everything but the feeling of joy and contentment. And maybe, just maybe - they will love you back. Because you sure as hell were starting to feel something awfully close to the feeling of the dreaded L word. The next morning, you wake up bright and early. It may not be your preferred time - 8am! - you knew that your newly acquired hybrids would be especially famished. Namjoon had turned in around 10PM and Jungkook had gone to bed even earlier. You hadn’t gotten a chance to ask what they would like in breakfast. Then again, you hadn’t anticipated the night to end the way it did. 

To counter the sudden change in circumstances - you decided to make a lot. Quite like a welcome breakfast to make them feel a little more at home and to show your excitement at having them. You had a feeling that this will sit well with the younger hybrid. Jungkook was a sweet boy and he no doubt would appreciate it but Namjoon was entirely different. Even after last night you’d thought you’d gotten somewhere but when he’d wordlessly gotten up and left to his room - you had a feeling he would fight your advances to get to know him better.But regardless of where their heads were at; you were going to try your best. When you’d gotten up this morning, you’d gotten dressed in a pretty off the shoulder dress. 

Pretty enough to make them notice but comfortable enough for casual wear. Blow drying your hair and a bit of mascara - you’d topped off the look with a red lip tint to look slightly more awake. Usually you didn’t really do anything to your face if it was a day in. Though you knew that getting dressed up for someone always made them feel special and you were hoping your new housemates were not an exception. Thankfully the fridge was stocked enough for you to make various dishes. You’d gotten the cheese omelette whisked and ready to be made fresh when the boys woke up. Pulling out the non-stick pan, you start making them pancakes to get a decent stack before they woke up. Also you knew the aroma of the buttermilk pancakes (it was from a pre-made mix, you admit) would wander off in the whole house and sooner or later - you would most likely wake them up. 

While one of the pancakes cooked, you quickly cut up some watermelon, mangoes, strawberries and bananas. Checking the fridge again, you finally find the green grapes you were starting to think you’d run out of. They were the easiest to snack on so it would have been quite devastating for you, really. Just as you’d put the breakfast sausages on another non-stick pan, you hear the familiar door knob turning. The sound however is drowned out with the shrilling noise of the meat being cooked on the hot surface. 

A freshly washed and dressed in a new, a rather tattered, shirt and the same jeans, Namjoon is walking forwards in the large kitchen. Your eyes look for the other hybrid who is trying his best to stay hidden behind Namjoon’s tall frame. You can see that Jungkook has not changed his clothes but he does look like he’s washed his face with the way his fringe is still slightly damp, sticking to his forehead. Putting the pan on a low heat so the meat doesn’t burn - you finally turn to the two boys standing in the doorway. Like they needed permission to take a seat.

“Good morning!” Your smile is wide. Genuine. “Come, take a seat.” 

Pulling out two chairs, you pat the seats with a nod of your head to urge them forward. By your surprise, you don’t have to convince them further. Your heart skips a beat when you notice Namjoon reach out his hand behind him. Jungkook grasps the larger hand immediately but never stepping forward, past the comfort of his fox friend’s shadow. You could see how much Namjoon cared and protected Jungkook. From all harm. And that detail at least provides some comfort to you. Sending Jungkook a small smile, you watch him shuffle forwards with Namjoon. 

Quickly going back to the stove, you take off the sausages and put the steaming deliciousness on to the plate and then the big dining table. The bunny is worrying his bottom lip, hands in his lap but you have a feeling he is probably holding Namjoon’s hand under the table. The thought only makes you smile more.

“I didn’t get to ask both of you what you would like for breakfast. So,” gesturing towards the bountiful table, you shrug. “I made everything I could think of.”

Jungkook looks at the table in awe. Eyes darting from one plate to another before his eyes catch on to yours. Making the bunny severely blush and you, chuckle at his cuteness. You take out the orange juice as well as a bottle of milk from the fridge and hand them their plates.

“I hope there is enough to your liking.” You turn back to the stove to put everything in the dishwasher before you sat down to eat as well. Namjoon has thus far, not spoken. He has not given you shy smiles like Jungkook had started to. He had not stared at you with wide eyes like Jungkook had when he’d seen you first. Like yesterday, he was quiet; hard to read.

“Kook, stop!” The whispered angry voice undoubtedly belongs to Namjoon and makes you immediately turn back to the table. 

Only to see Jungkook’s arm hovering over the pancake stack, seemingly about to serve himself some. Namjoon’s eyebrows have furrowed once again but this time his mood is directed at Jungkook. The bunny in question only looks wide eyed at Namjoon, lips starting to tremble and you’re marching towards him before you can catch up with your brain.

“Don’t stop him Namjoon. You don’t need my permission to start eating! Here, give me your plate, hon.” Careful to not to make any sudden movements as to not startle Jungkook, you pile on the pancakes on his plate. 

The sweet bun that Jungkook is, does not shy away from being anything but honest. Eagerly nodding his head whenever you ask ‘more?’ and you swear you want to burst out laughing at how adorable he is. All the while, Namjoon sits quietly. Watching you serve Jungkook, who is much more relaxed as he gives you a shy smile accompanied with rosy cheeks. His ears perking up every time he saw something new being put on his plate. 

A minute or so later, Jungkook is looking at his plate in such childlike awe, you have to refrain yourself from crushing him close to you. Namjoon, however, does not move to eat until you are full seated on the opposite side of the table. 

“That’s it? Take some more Namjoon.” Gesturing towards his modest serving of two pancakes and one sausage. He was taller than Jungkook. Considering that he hadn’t had anything to eat since leaving the company yesterday, he should be starving.

“No, thank you.” That’s all he says before eating. The three of you eat in relative quiet, with the occasional sound of Jungkook chewing happily. 

You don’t bother holding your charmed smile, feeling happier every time the bunny’s cheeks puffed up with how much he was stuffing inside his mouth. Of course, you didn’t mind at all despite Namjoon stopping mid-bite every once in a while to give Jungkook a look. Your stare in turn, would prevent him from saying anything as he silently finished his food.

“Would you like some juice or milk, Jungkookie?” The nickname, once again, leaves past your lips before you can think. It came all too naturally to you. And when his cheeks redden even more, definitely noticing your slip-up, you never want to address him as anything but. His cheeks were still stained that natural peony pink, eyes wide as he nods at you a bit hesitantly. 

“I have some coffee as well but I have a feeling you won’t like it.”Jungkook’s scrunched up nose in response only makes you chuckle under your breath. 

“M-Milk?” His meek voice is still on the edge. Nervous to talk to you directly but you would be patient with him. At least he was replying to you. “Do you want some more sausages? Or some nutella?” At the mention of the chocolate spread, his eyes widen once again.“Nutella it is! i’ll make some toast.” 

Getting up, you put some fresh bread in the toaster. But before you do, Namjoon speaks again.

“Please don’t feel bothered by Jungkook, Mistress. He has had enough to eat.” 

The last sentence is spoken in Jungkook’s direction, reprimanding the bunny who only looks sheepish.You needed to put a stop to Namjoon’s habit of making Jungkook feel like he was inconveniencing you. 

“Namjoon.” He looks back at you, eyebrows still furrowed deeply. You hand Jungkook the plate of two toast with the jar of nutella before taking a seat again. 

“First of all, no need to call me mistress, okay? Call me y/n. Secondly, Namjoon, you have to stop thinking that you are being a burden on me. I am an adult. I will let you know if there is something I have a problem with regarding you two. Though I can assure you, that is very unlikely. But especially when it comes to food. I want you two to eat freely. As much as you want. If there is anything you feel particularly inclined towards on some days? Tell me. I want to know. I care about your likes and dislikes. Okay?”

The two boys stare at you. Jungkook blinking rapidly while Namjoon is the opposite. He diverts his gaze as soon as you stop speaking and you can’t tell if he truely believes you like Jungkook does. you can tell when it comes to Jungkook because he wears his heart on his sleeve. You are aware of his every emotion as he feels it because he isn’t able to hide them as well as his friend. You feel at ease knowing Jungkook is really listening to you but it upsets you equally knowing that Namjoon still doubts you. 

“Okay, y/n.” Namjoon doesn’t elaborate further. Doesn’t say he believes you or that he will try to keep this in mind. but you don’t push.The way your name rolls off his tongue though; It makes your mind slip to some other indecent places. you couldn’t help it. The timbre of his deep voice accentuating your name was more beautiful that you expected. You decide that you wanted to hear him say it as often as possible. Jungkook only blinks up at you. 

A line of milk settling on top of his upper lip endearingly. You reach forward, cleaning the remnants with a napkin, mumbling ‘silly bunny’ and he’s turning several shades of pink again. Stabbing at your plate, you finish your fruit.

“Before I forget, I ordered some clothes for you two until we can go shopping properly. They should be here in a day or two. I hope you both like dressing in colours!”

Jungkook only cocks his head to the side as if confused, making you laugh at his animated expressions. You were glad he felt safe enough to be himself. Not like yesterday when he huddled behind Namjoon for the most part. You can see Namjoon eyeing the food. Wanting to put more on his plate. but he was stubborn, you’d learned quick. You had already known that there was no way he would be full with the amount he’d served himself. And it looked like he wasn’t going to take more, if not just because of his pride. You had half a heart to teach him a lesson and clear away the table but it was too early for your lessons. Instead, you stand up, putting the remaining pancakes and sausages on to his plate while Namjoon only exclaims in surprise.

“I- oh... “

“Eat, Namjoon. Better to not have any left overs.” You don’t sit back down just so his reddening cheeks, in embarrassment no doubt, don’t get any redder. You didn’t want to make him feel less then. When you start clearing the dishes, you can hear Jungkook say something to Namjoon but you couldn’t make it out. When you turn around, you almost run in to Jungkook’s trembling figure, holding the remaining dishes from the dining table. Quickly, you grab them before they shatter to the ground from his teetering hands. 

“I’ll take those.” Smiling fondly, you put them next to the sink to load in the washer. Jungkook has sped back to the table, sitting beside Namjoon who was hurrying to finish. Shaking your head, you still can’t keep the smile off your face. 

Despite the events of last night, Jungkook was surprisingly calm. He’d seemed slightly shaken up when he’d first seen you. Most likely thinking about a punishment that you’d assured Namjoon that Jungkook won’t receive. You must have dozed off standing next to the dishwasher, not noticing when Namjoon has brought in his plate to be put in the washer as well. When he clears his throat, you finally turn towards him. 

“Oh, sorry Namjoon. Here, i’ll take that too.”

He mumbles a ‘thank you’ before going back to Jungkook. By the time you’re finished, both of them have gone back to the living room, sitting on the couch with Jungkook nearly on Namjoon’s lap. That boy was almost joint to Namjoon’s hips. Literally.

However, Jungkook doesn’t look as jolly as before. At the moment, you could see the tears brimming in his eyes as Namjoon said something in his ear. Instantly, you thought that Namjoon was reprimanding him for something else. But when he sees you come out of the kitchen, he taps his unoccupied hand - from Jungkook’s hold - on top of Jungkook’s clenching ones. 

“J-Jungkook w-would like to say something... y-y/n.” Namjoon turns his head towards the peach haired boy, gently encouraging him to speak. You were curious as to what he had to say that had Jungkook tearing up. Wanting to console him. His fluffy ears flattening against his head as he looks up at you, wide eyed.

“‘m s-s-sorry mistress. A-About-“ His gaze falls back to Namjoon who only nods in encouragement. “c-crying. I kn-know you w-wouldn’t hurt m-me.” 

Though that was barely a long sentence, It took Jungkook sometime to finally get it all out. You wondered if it was because of how less he spoke prior to meeting you or if he had some sort of learning difficulty. All reasons aside, you were at your wits end, trying to hold yourself back from pulling the bunny in the tightest hug you could muster. 

“Oh honey.” Smiling with a hint of the sorrow you felt, you sat next to them on the big couch. A big space still between the two of them and you. “You don’t have to be sorry. I told Namjoon that it was okay. It’s not your fault for reacting that way. I should’ve been more careful too. We’re just getting to know each other, right?” You nod at him and a few seconds later, he shakily replies, lips still trembling. 

“Never be sorry for things like that. I won’t ever be upset at you if it happens again. I... I care about you. Both of you. I will do my best to make sure you feel... safe with me.”

You take a leap of faith and say what you’d been feeling. “That you both feel, loved. Provide you with the comfort you both have by just being here. I know it hasn’t been too long since your arrival but I genuinely want you both to stay with me.”

It is silent for a few moments. Even Namjoon doesn’t appear as stoic as before. What really catches you off guard, is the force with which Jungkook is crashing into you, arms falling around your waist to hold onto you tightly. A sound of surprise leaves you at that, but you recover as quick as your mind will allow. Wrapping your arms around his trembling frame without hesitation. 

The sobs that pierce his frame are unforgiving. Jungkook well and truly sobs, face pushed into your chest, unknowingly of course. You doubt he knew where his sobs were being deposited. You let him cry it out. He must have been overwhelmed enough to react like this. The earlier urge of wrapping him in your arms had returned fiercely, thanking Jungkook silently for taking the step before you did.The surprise on your face is nothing compared to Namjoon's wide eyes. 

He watches the bunny hold on to you as if you were the anchor, the only thing saving him from drowning. Admittedly, you knew what you said was the truth. Nothing but the truth. And yet, his reaction frees a kaleidoscope of butterflies in your stomach. Although the bunny is decently taller than you, at this very moment, he seemed smaller than a toddler and it only made you hold him to you that much tighter. Not stopping yourself from dropping gentle kisses to the top of his head. Namjoon sits rooted in place, jaw finally setting in a straight line watching you like you were the cause of the tears Jungkook shed. And maybe you were but they sure didn't seem like sad tears. 

His gaze is tight and unrelenting but at the moment, you just focus on Jungkook. No matter how much it hurt that Namjoon was far from giving you a chance.

"Y-Y/n? Th-Thank you. W-We're so h-happy to be here i-i's sorry i c-cry so much." The bunny hiccups in your chest, bringing up a sweater paw up to his eyes to rub furiously without having to detangle himself from you. 

Obviously, it is a hard task in his current state. And so incredibly endearing that he doesn't want to let go of the warmth but also wants to wipe away at his eyes and nose. Leaning back to your side-table, you grab a couple of tissues to take over while he continues to thank you and say sorry simultaneously. 

"It's okay baby. Lean back a bit. It's alright." You're whispering close to Jungkook's red face, coaxing him to tilt his head back enough for you to wipe at his eyes and then his nose.

"There. All dry. Feeling better?" Jungkook's heart stopping face is peering up at you through his puffy eyes with such tired adoration - you wanted to scream. How was he this adorable after bawling his eyes out? The fatigue of such emotionally charged few minutes is settling in and maybe a little bit of embarrassment which causes him to hide his face in your neck this time. His ears becoming severely red quite suddenly is enough to tell you that he was embarrassed at his face being pushed right between your breasts during his meltdown. 

Chuckling at his never-ending cuteness, you run your hands through his hair, combing through it to calm him down a little more. In a matter of minutes, the bunny is sighing and whimpering in your lap. He practically was sitting in your lap, pushed so far up on top of your thighs, back resting agains the sofa while his arms lay secured around your waist. Only his long legs hung down the couch.

"S-Sorry." You see a glimpse of his pout before he's covering his face with his hands again.

"It's okay." Giving him a warm squeeze, you let him pull away bashfully.Just as fast as he'd stuck himself to you, he pulls away equally slowly. As if he moves any faster he'll disturb the peace or maybe he thinks he'll be in trouble. But you let him get to it at his own pace. He sits with a bit of distance between your bodies yet somehow, it doesn't diminish the flutter you feel in your heart. The lightness that has been coursing through your body ever since Jungkook embraced you. You felt like you weren't doing something wrong for the first time since you brought the hybrids home. 

Speaking off, you noticed that Namjoon was nowhere to be seen.During the whole ordeal, between Jungkook's tears and your consolation, the fox had slipped away so stealthily that you only just noticed the empty spot on the couch. Jungkook does not appear to be surprised at his friend's absence. merely recovering from his own emotional outbreak. Until you hear the unmistakably deep voice calling out for Jungkook from their room.

"Jungkook! Come back to the room please." The sternness in his voice leaves no room for arguments and by the way Jungkook is squirming on the couch, you realise that Jungkook will always comply. Looking at you sheepishly, he silently asks if it's okay for him to go. And you hate that Jungkook relies on receiving permission before ding anything. Like he'll be punished if he didn't. 

He'd only slipped up a little bit earlier and Namjoon had been quick to remind him. So it was obvious that they were treated like this at the lab before coming with you. 

"Go ahead." Smiling to ease his discomfort, you watch him scramble back to their room. You had to start on lunch anyway and you had a pretty good idea earlier to make some comfort food for all of you to ease some of the heaviness in the air today. Maybe the smell of steak and mashed potatoes will be a good substitute. Though you'd be lying if you said you weren't just a little bit curious to know what was so important for Namjoon to call jungkook back to their room so suddenly. But you busy yourself with getting some work done before making lunch - maybe dinner at this point seeing as it was already 2pm by the time you were finished. 

It had already been over an hour since Jungkook disappeared into their room. They both were so quiet that unless you went up to their room, it was hard to know anyone even occupied it. So that's exactly what you decide to do. Make a detour to where the hybrids were still holed up before you got busy cooking again.Standing outside the room, you wait for any sounds of movement from inside the walls. When you hear nothing, you're about to turn around, assuming that the boys are taking a nap. They did have a hefty breakfast. Or at least Jungkook did. Maybe you can ask them if they wanted a snack before dinner. 

Namjoon hadn't had nearly as much to eat as Jungkook and no doubt, he must be hungry again even if he was too stubborn to tell you. But that was okay with you as long as he didn't refuse whatever you gave him. At least he will eat.But before you turn around, you finally hear some muffled noises. Pressing further against the door, mentally scolding yourself for being such a creep, you try and listen in further. 

"Just be careful kook. You're doing it again." Namjoon's voice is soft as he talks to the bunny but there is an edge to it. Like he's warning him.

"A-Am not! She's just.. n-nice." Jungkook's endearingly petulant tone makes you want to grab on to your chest. He seldom spoke. And when he did, you never wanted his airy voice to stop flowing through your eardrums. 

"It's temporary. She'll get bored soon and you know we will have to leave. I'm just worried about you kook. It's only been a day and you're practically in love with her."

You're not sure what shocks you more. Was it Namjoon's cruel and confronting words or that he alluded to the depth of Jungkook's feelings towards you? It was a grievous mixture of the two that made you step away from the door, gulping down the saliva that was going to pool in your mouth. it was an exaggerated response from your fight or flight system given the circumstances but it was telling. However, that's not enough distance to block out Jungkook's loud, aggravated response.

"M-Maybe you're wrong this ti-"

"I am not. You know that." You turn around to race towards the kitchen in fear of running into Jungkook. And maybe you needed a few minutes to get yourself back together. Not in a million years had you expected Namjoon to be that forward with his assumptions about you. And the fact that he was actively warning Jungkook off from you was more hurtful than it made you angry.

You expected the anger to come. Waiting to feel red rage and wanting to march into their room to confront Namjoon's accusations. But you couldn't. Not when you knew that they weren't without credence. They'd been living in a place where their sole purpose was to be with people until they didn't want them anymore. But they were never given a chance to fulfil their duties. being holed up in a clinical facility, awaiting their fate that was not a warm home. Definitely not what you were providing and maybe that was a still too unbelievable for them. It was for Namjoon and that much was obvious. But even the reminder of that is not enough to propel the hurt out of your chest cavity that was taking root. 

Swelling up until you felt physically ill. Your strong reaction was foreign to you as well. The thought of losing the two newcomers in your life proving to be a little too much. Even if it was only imagined. How were you going to really make Namjoon believe the you were in this for the long run? Bracing yourself against the countertop, you try to keep yourself grounded. Telling yourself again and again that it was still quite early on in your quest to build a safe, loving relationship with the two boys. That it was perfectly normal for Namjoon to feel the way he does. Then why did it hurt so much? 

a/n: pls tell me what you think!!! I have more written so I'll try and make the next chapter a little more romantic hehehehe. 

[danddymaro]

Stubborn | Rohan Kishibe x Reader

Recap :

- Kira is Dead (LOL)

Josuke isn't massively fucked as he was in the last episode LMFAO. Basically, things went a LOT smoother here, with only one little exception.

Rohan admitting his feelings while almost losing his (F/n)

Character injury 

Major change in story

Happy end , no worries

Warning : Not so much romanticism but it was an idea I've had. And we just need to get these drafts outta here.

A/N:

Thoughts are in italics and quotations // ‘ Example,’

Flashback are all in just Italics

Word count: 3451

Stubborn

Rohan glowered at the younger, limping male as he trudged his way closer to him and the woman that was gingerly held within his secure hold.

"You..." the emerald-eyed male sneered before tenderly easing the (h/c) haired female down, mindful not to bring her any more unneeded distress.

He was then quick to shoot back up, moving in long strides, advancing towards Josuke with no trace of the tenderness he'd held moments ago, but rather, maliciousness that itched over his features as he came face to face with the younger.

“ Stay back !”  Rohan nearly roared, moving to stop the dark-haired teen from further advancing towards the hurt, (h/c) haired young woman as she lay injured on the concrete ground.

Jojo was then pushed back by a jut to the shoulder that was executed by a bloodied hand that stayed and had every intention in the world from letting him advance forward.

"Don't you dare come any closer Higashikata," Rohan huffed out with the same venom.

With glaring eyes, Josuke shoved the shaking man aside, quickly doing away with the sudden grip with his own vicious jerking motion, not willing to waste any more time with useless quarrels when it could be spent helping (f/n).

“ - You can't be freaking serious!” Jojo cried out in return while not holding back on the aggressive shove,  "What are you doing?" He then proceeded to ask, his tone wavering in the slightest, struck by the elder man's opposition. 

'- Don't you care about her?' He wondered with bared teeth, ' Doesn't it hurt you to see her like this?' He added, eyeing her beaten sight, all with threatening tears ready to path way onto his young, yet worn face.

“- I need to heal her”!  He then declared as he reached out past the artist, all in spite of  his determination to stand in opposition

.

‘Closer...I'm almost there... I'm almost there (f/n),’ Josuke thought to himself, knowing he was just centimeters away from his stand’s working range.

“ What you need to do is get the hell away from her!” Rohan retorted, still fighting back, and yet, throughout the entire time, he hadn't taken the liberty to look down at (f/n), instead, training his spite-filled green orbs eyes on the frantic teenager.

 “I didn't ask for your help!” Kishibe added, his spite heightened as he reminded himself just why she'd been targeted.

‘If it weren’t for you…’ The mangaka thought to himself, glaring venomously at the other male. ‘If it weren’t for you.... this wouldn’t have happened…’ He thought with assurance. 

'If she hadn't gone out of her way...all for you...' He then added with the same spite, his entire body trembling with fury.

"I'll get her out of here myself, And I don't need you to get in the way!" Kishibe added, soon hearing sirens in the distance as the paramedics approached.

"I don't need your help," He proceeded to speak lowly.

"- But she does," Josuke said back, sternness in his voice, "and I'm going to save her," he said with certainty, not wanting to have another loss on his hands.

"I didn't ask for your help," Rohan insisted, and the arrogant declaration stiffened the teen with silence. “Because if it weren't for you..." Rohan then repeated out loud, his sentence going unfinished before he continued with another line instead. 

  "....You should have just stayed away from her, ” he maundered, going ignored by Josuke as he wordlessly brought out his stand, the large humanoid being standing tall and just as determined as its wielder, who by then had a grasp on what the real issue was.

It only took the few uttered words prior to understand the true reason behind the elder male's actions, and it made him seethe with rage,  

“ You're pathetic,” Josuke said below his breath, unable to look away from (f/n) as he spoke, doing just what the other man couldn't. 

'Is that was this is about?' He wondered, 'That asshole...he can't just man up, can he?

- Not even for you,' He thought bitterly while gazing down at (f/n).

  “I don't give a damn about what you want. And I could care less about that simple-minded pride of yours,”  he went on, his voice rising as he finally took a chance to look back at the other male as he let crazy Diamond's power befall upon the female.

Cobalt met emerald, and in between the fierce gaze were unsaid words shot in between the two, whereas an understanding was made. 

'- Try to stop me.' Josuke taunted Rohan with a tight toothed grit, his body standing rigid straight as his hands which were at his sides trembled with his withheld fury.

The younger's haggard breathing steadied for just a moment as he stood as strong as his convictions were, and the very sight made the other man that glared at him scorn.

“I despise you,” Kishibe hissed before a sharp gasp came from below, the little noise stealing his attention, his eyes finally trailing down to the female to watch as the shattered bits of her bones took form. 

The endless flow of her cuts then closed, stopping the messy spill.

His expression then unscrunched from its frustrated sneer to melting relief as he saw her breathing begin to steady and afterward, a low, drawn-out breath left him as he saw her (e/c) colored eyes slowly flutter open, the lovely drops gradually adjusting to the light of the cloudy sky.

A small grunt emitted from (f/n) before her (e/c) colored eyes fell upon the teen kneeling before her. Her two hazy orbs then locked onto the concerned blues staring down at her,

 'JoJo...it's you...' She thought with a wave of comfort that soon livened her.

And after the relief settled, she then surged with elation, " JoJo! " (f/n) said amidst bubbling joy, her arms immediately circling his neck, tightly holding him with a urgent need to feel him close. 

" Jojo...you're ok," she said sweetly, soon crying into his neck. 

Her face then pressed directly onto blood and grime, ignoring the filthy stench that clung to him as fiercely as she presently did.

 'You're alive...' She thought with joy, knowing that, that was all that mattered.

"...But you’re all beat up," she sniffled afterward, grateful that even if he was injured, he was well enough to stand, enough to tend to her.

A weary chuckle then left her as she realized how fortunate they were to barely scrape by.

“Yeah,” he breathed while releasing the same breathy chortle she did, and instantaneously, his tensed body melted under her loving embrace, realizing that they had somehow gone against the odds, and he was thankful that it was all over. 

" Glad your back...and just as cuddly as ever too," he then smiled, the palms of his hands laying on her back, bringing her close while he returned her affection, grateful that he had another moment with her to add to his memories. 

'He would have taken you too...' Josuke thought while closing his eyes, ‘ He was so close to taking you...' He added while sniffling, grateful that Kira had left without claiming another innocent life.   

Peeking out from over the healer's shoulder, (f/n) then caught sight of the mangaka, observing as his face twisted into frustration, and she wasn't certain if it was fueled by pain or anger.

She noticed he was bloodied too, but couldn't see from where the gore spilled from, and she wondered when he'd arrived.

She asked herself whether or not he'd made it during their fight and had been caught in between as well because he'd seemed to have gone through an entire battle himself.

'Rohan...why do you look so...troubled? So …Beaten?' She wondered with concern, not knowing that the scarlet color that had clung to him so passionately had come from her, unaware that the reason he'd become so tainted by the tint was because of how strongly he'd held her.

He kept her in his arms, his vibrant, green eyes dimmed with horror as he felt how much of her life oozed from her stilled, cooling body.

"(f/n)?" He said softly while gingerly cradling her in a nurturing demeanor that wasn't too difficult to comprehend because by then, any fool could see how much he cared about her. 

By then, every bit of the hesitance he showed before was disregarded as he left himself bare, unable to face the situation with anything but the truth.

Swallowing thickly, he let out a soft, weary chuckle as he looked down at her, his thumb gently gliding over the running red that painted her lovely lips. 

"...You've made your point already, " He murmured softly as he witnessed the flow of his sorrow trail down the sides of her paling face.

' I can't live without you. ' He mused while he sourly smiled. 

"...You're my best friend." He openly admitted to her, the softness in his voice so tender, one would never believe it ever had the viciousness in it to convey his typical arrogance. 

' And I don't want to lose you,'  He thought while pressing his forehead to hers before huffing out three little words that had knotted in his throat before, but somehow, now found easy to utter in spite of the thickness that clotted his throat, 

"I love you..." he huffed, closing his eyes tightly. 

Gingerly, the hand that wasn't supporting her trailed over her bruised cheek before holding it, 

'Why....Why was it so hard to say before?' he wondered with frustration. 'Why is it that now, now that I finally have it in me to say it...you can't even respond back,' he added, lamenting being so cold with her in the past. 

 "Can't you hear me?" he asked her softly.

It was then that each and every instance he'd shown her anything but welcome tormented him because he recognized that every second of those memories could have been filled with her smiles instead.

If he hadn't been so bullheaded, then maybe he would have let his pride go for a moment and tell her what he felt.

If he hadn't let her go hours before, then she wouldn't have been in the killer's sight.

If he'd just pulled her back into his home and told her that he wanted her to stay a moment longer, then the outcome would have been different.

"Now, please...just wake up," He compromised with her, " Please...?" He whispered faintly, his voice falling into silence as she stayed still, unstirred by his plea.

And as he continued to speak and beg, the white material of his clothes soaked in the infectious red, letting it creep through the fibers until every thread was replaced with the color of her fleeting life.

And it wasn't long before the murmurs of bargain he released were then drowned out by a familiar voice, and it was at that moment that all of his suffrage evolved into bitter resentment.

' Why do you insist on risking yourself for him...?' Rohan thought with bitterness, witnessing how willingly she leaned into the other male, and much more, how happy she was to see him. 

'Don't you get it?' He continued to silently maunder, 'Don't you get that ...eventually...one day...he won't be able to heal you?' he added.

'In the end...he'll lose you too...'

"Rohan..." She breathed, slowly easing away from Josuke, offering him one last smile before her eyes found their entire focus drawn to the irritated male whose sight drew far from hers, finding the rubble of the street more his taste.

His lips were pressed together until his mouth formed a thin, firm line that wouldn't allow a single peep to escape. 

'Do you remember any of it?' he then wondered, not knowing which one of his organs had it worse, his twisting stomach of his overworked heart.

Slowly, his face filled with red, and he lost his ability to gaze at her any longer without turning completely vermillion.

Before she could question his sudden fluster, a faint memory of a sweet, sorrowful murmur came forth, and it made her eyes grow wide. 

With widely peeled (e/c) colored eyes she gazed at the dejected male before trudging her way to him, all while slowly functioning before happiness flooded her and filled her with giddiness.

'It was you...' She thought with a bursting heart, her hands both flying to her torso to press over her heaving chest.

"Rohan!" she said while suddenly leaping towards him, surprising him with the sudden pounce. 

"Rohan! I..." swallowing down thickly she chuckled, hoping it wasn't a delusion of hers.

'I heard... I think I heard you,' She thought with a heavy heart. ' I think that … we feel the same...' She mused while she felt his arms tightly wrapped around her. 

She took the risk and pressed her lips to his, quickly discovering that she was accepted by the simple ease he displayed while melted along with her. 

As Josuke watched, he took notice of the embrace they shared, observing the longing glow in Rohan’s eyes before they shut tight, taking in the way his hands held her, almost as though there was nothing more precious to him as she was.

"Of all people..." Josuke started, slowly shaking his head at the young woman, unsure of what to tell her, deciding to go with what was most obvious, and could basically sum it all up, 

"Rohan...That guy...he's just insufferable," he mumbled lowly, and it made (f/n) giggle. 

Rather than be insulted, the young smiled instead, 

"He is, isn't he?" She admitted, unable to count all the times the man had made her fume, because, truth be told, he got under her skin more than anyone else could.

"He's insufferable, and kind of full of himself, and don't forget that he can be a real jerk too," She added while looking up at the bright sky. 

"He's all of those things," she admitted while continuing to beam, acknowledging Rohan's worst points and accepting them.

"- But he's also sweet," She informed the Joestar descendent.

 "When you ask him something, he might say no," She reminded him, " But for the most part, he'll give in, with almost no fight, just an annoyed, little sigh that makes it seem as though he could be doing better things when in reality it's all a front," She informed the listening male.

"It's all a front so you won't see how eager he is to please everyone," She explained. 

" And it doesn't come from insecurity," She quickly added with certainty.

"It's not that he wants to be loved by everyone, or needs their validation," She further explained, making certain he grasped the reasoning behind the other man's actions.

 "He's just...Well,  he just wants to have all the answers, which in turn will help everyone he loves, and cares about, and that is including you." She spoke, and during the last bit, Josuke scoffed.

" He can't stand me!" he said with certainty, " But it's not like I care !" He quickly added. "'Cause it's not like I like the guy either, So it doesn't bother me one bit, " he added with a huff, crossing his arms while trying to seem indifferent. 

"You've gotten the best out of him." she started,  " - More than once," She then added with sagging shoulders.

 "To him, you're a rival. No matter what he says, you're on par with him. And the small admiration he has for you is flushed within that stupid arrogance of his." she sighed, wishing it wasn't so.

"He's just such a sore loser, and what's much worse, he hates having depts., because it means that he's somehow failed,"  she added, falling into the root of the problem.

"He might seem like he hates you, but if anything were to happen to you, he'd be concerned, " She revealed. "Because, Morioh is his home, and he knows that if anyone is capable of protecting it, it's you," she said while gazing at him with trust, setting the same trust on the youth.

 "He wants to be the one to do it...and in his own way he does, but he's well aware that when it comes down to it, you have the strength he lacks," (f/n) continued on. 

"He detests it...but at the same time... he's so grateful." She said with amusement, remembering that the only reason she'd come to the conclusion was because Rohan had let just a bit too much of the truth slip out during their talks. 

"He seems difficult to understand, but, that's just because you think about it too much. He's not so complex. He's just a bit eccentric and weird, " She said with assurance. 

"And weaved within all that strange nature is a good person." She added with a grand smile.

"You could write a whole book on him, huh?" Josuke teased, and she took it in with a bright glow, hanging her head afterward, 

"It'd just be a long love letter," She said while grinning stupidly, it being something Josuke threw his head back at. 

He laughed, openly teasing her, but silently admiring her at the same time.

'That's what I want,' he then mused. 

'Someone like that. 

Someone that dedicated. 

Someone that's willing to understand me,' He thought while praising the young woman, hoping he'll be lucky enough to have someone as comprehensive and sweet as her one day. 

In a sense, it reminded him of his mother and the sweet way she always expressed herself about Joseph Joestar. Granted, the situation hadn't been ideal, but he always smiled when his mom showed her tender side as she recalled the love she still held onto.

Josuke was well aware of how much she'd suffered, but when he'd asked her if she could change it all, she never changed her answer. 

She always chose to relive it all, and Josuke accepted it, compromising with himself that even if it ended up in suffrage, he'd be willing to cherish every moment he had with the one person that could give him that same love and understanding.

' That idiot...' Josuke thought to himself, unable to understand how Rohan couldn't see the way her eyes glowed when she looked at him. 

'That giant idiot,' He added, feeling insulted on the young woman's behalf whenever the other man showed jealousy towards their friendship, one that he never had any intention to morph into anything else, because it wasn't necessary.

And (f/n) would never dream of it either.

' Isn't it obvious?' He wondered, '(f/n) doesn't see anyone but you, just like, sometimes, you can't see a damn thing besides her,' He added.

For just a split second the two men aligned their eyes together, yet again lively green and bright blue met, though, with a different message sent in between, and it was almost amiable.

The artist's hand held the young woman's, tightly grasping it as he pulled her along before they both stood before the teen. 

"Josuke...Higashikata," Rohan said lowly, uttering the name with the same disdain as always,

"You won't hear this from me ever again, " he started before quickly looking back at the darling woman for a quick charge up in inspiration.

"But..." He started, all while still eyeing (f/n), " Thank you." he breathed, trying to keep his face stern, though faltering as he remembered the pitiful state the female had been in moments ago. 

"Thank you for healing her,"  He said with true gratefulness before looking back at the other male. 

At a loss for words, Josuke stayed silent before nodding quickly, 

'Sure, ' he silently added because he was left blubbering and flustered, having no chance for recovery before Rohan retreated, leaving with the young woman close behind him.

She looked back at him with a halfhearted smile, partially apologizing for not staying any longer, and somewhat sheepish for simply walking away with the other man while Josuke was still injured himself. 

But, the Joestar descendent didn’t mind in the least bit.

Granted, Rohan Kishibe wasn't his favorite person in the world, but he made his friend happy, and after the shitty day they'd had, Jojo wasn't going to insist to have her stay with him instead for what was just a couple of stitches he needed.

He then walked over the sidewalk, moving towards a more comfortable spot on the grass to lay on as he heard the blaring sirens ring louder. 

With a smile, he looked up at the Morioh sky, and he smiled, grateful that the bizarre summer of 1999 was finally over with. 

[spxllcxstxr]

Wouldn’t It Be Nice • R.L

(Gif not mine)

Request: maybe a blurb where the reader is dating Remus and one day, they randomly decide to miss classes and go on a date instead. maybe a walk, so it’s super simple but they talk about their life - their future and that makes it romantic. basically a fluff. lkshda I don’t know I just want him to hold my hand and kiss my forehead. Love your writing! — anon and hii, you asked for more remus requests and as a remus simp i just had to comply. i'd love to see more one shots that show both sides of remus: the softy, cuddly boy and the sassy, snarky comments king. so maybe have a moment where he's being cute with the reader and the immediate other they're sassing each other off and that's just how their relationship works :) — @moonysimpp

Summary: You skip a class and plan a wedding

Warnings: brief weed mention, skipping class, a little suggestiveness?, talks about marriage, no mention of Voldy/the war

Word Count: 1.4k

A.N: At first, I wasn’t going to combine these two requests...but I made Remus both snarky and soft so I thought why not? I hope that’s ok with the two of you, I feel like it just worked out well this way. As always, let me know what you think and love you all ❤️

Title: The Beach Boys - Wouldn’t it be Nice (I just got this vibe immediately after reading the request)

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“Have I gone completely mental, or is the Remus John Lupin actually asking me to skive off History of Magic?”

Remus stands across from you, leaning his shoulder against a stone pillar, red and gold tie prim and proper, hands buried deep in the pockets of his slacks. His eyes lazily roll at your theatrical gasp.

“And in our N.E.W.T. year!” You continue, dramatically clutching your chest. “What a naughty boy you are, Lupin. Can’t believe Minnie ever made you a Prefect!”

He raises an eyebrow at you, the right one, with the white jagged scar cutting it in half like a bolt of lightning.

“Are you done yet, love?” He casually asks, amused by your antics.

“Am I done?” You repeat, shocked. “My bad influence of a boyfriend is trying to get me to play truant!”

He snorts at your claim knowing full well you and Sirius skipped Herbology yesterday to get high behind Hagrid’s hut. No one was a bad influence on you except yourself, and everybody knew it.

“C’mon, Lily’ll take notes for us.” Remus takes a hand out of his pocket and rubs the back of his neck. The very simple and casual action has your heart fluttering.

“Oh, yeah.” The red head beside you scoffs. “‘Lily’ll take notes for us.’” She mocks in a lower voice to imitate Remus’. “Y’know, as Head Girl, I should be taking points away from you, Remus.”

“That’s rich comin’ from you, Lily.” Remus chuckles, reluctantly dragging his body away from the wall and closer to the two of you. He brings his index finger to the bottom of his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Who was it again that let you off when you and James got caught in the Prefect’s bathroom—“

Your friend’s face gets drenched in deep red embarrassment. Her eyes grow as wide as dinner plates. “We agreed to never speak of that, Remus.” Lily’s voice is deadly serious as she interrupts his thought.

Everybody in the entire castle and their pets knew all about how Remus walked in on something happening between James and Lily in the Prefect’s bathroom in December, but nobody except the three of them knew the exact story. It was considered major drama in the castle and even after months, people are still whispering about it.

He smirks at her bright and flustered face before turning his triumphant gaze onto you.

“So, you joinin’ me, love?” Remus asks, his hand outstretched towards you.

You always had trouble saying no to Remus Lupin.

“Hm, spend time with my boyfriend or be put to sleep by Binns’ awful monotone lecture? What a hard choice.” You snark before immediately grabbing at his hand and interlacing your fingers.

“Thought so, love.” Remus cockily voices, still smirking.

Remus’ lips briefly connect to your hairline in a kiss before he starts pulling you outside.

You barely have enough time to call out a goodbye to your friend before you’re scampering to keep up with Remus and his extremely long legs.

The air is cool against your skin, when you first step out onto the grounds. It’s crisp and clear and it beats sticking around in the musty castle. Students with all different colored robes dart around you, trying to make it to their classes in time.

“So what do you have planned for us on this fine day, Rem?” You ask, sauntering down the green rolling hills, occasionally purposefully bumping into his shoulder.

“Ah, I don’t have anything planned exactly.” He admits, thumb stroking your hand as the two of you pass Hagrid’s hut. “Just wanted to be with you. And not go to class, of course.”

“Wanted to get me alone, hm?” You tease, swatting lightly at his shoulder.

You can practically hear his eyes roll around in his sockets, something he does frequently since he has to deal with both you and his four other best friends. You don’t think there’s been a day since first year when his eyes haven’t made their rounds.

“You’re positively obnoxious, y’know that?”

You’re stepping over the plants and underbrush making up the tree line of the Forbidden Forest, trying not to get your foot submerged in mud.

“Yeah, but you love me.” You tell him, trying to balance on a fallen tree branch.

“Eh...” Remus shrugs, watching you maneuver around a twisting vine.

You narrow your eyes and stick your tongue out at him as a response.

He takes you to the spot Kettleburn usually lets his Hippogriffs roam around between lessons, a large clearing with some boulders and tree stumps to sit on.

The Forbidden Forest is beautiful in the soft May sunlight.

The leaves are lush and green, alive with various creatures noisily chatting away with each other. You hear the faint trampling and pounding of hooves off in the distance. Sweet scents of spring flowers drift through the breeze, relaxing your tense muscles.

The Forbidden Forest is even more beautiful when you’re supposed to be listening to the ghostly form of Professor Binns drone on and on about the Gargoyle Strike of 1911 in a stuffy old classroom.

Your back leans up against the rough bark of the nearest tree. It digs into your back and probably dirties your robes but you find that you don’t mind at all.

Eyelids flutter shut and you inhale the cool air deeply to ease your mind. The rustle of leaves from the gentle breeze and the chirping of surrounding creatures fills you with a sense of comfort.

Slowly, you open your eyes to see Remus sitting on a large dark boulder, gazing at you intently.

“Do you think Dumbledore would let us get married here?” You ask dreamily, observing the pale yellow sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Even from this distance, you can tell Remus’ body goes rigid.

“M-married?” He sputters meekly. “Is this a proposal? Are you proposing to me right now?”

Remus jumps from his seat, robes billowing behind him as he anxiously strides towards your spot.

“Do you want it to be a proposal?” You cock your head to the side.

“No!” He shouts, eyes wide. “I mean—fuck!” Remus continues to sputter, ears glowing pink.

You laugh at his fluster. “Relax, Remus, I know what you meant.”

“Oh thank Godric.” Remus huffs out a laugh before pressing his own back to the tree next to yours. “Just give me a few years and I’ll buy you a ring, love.”

“Well now I’m just excited.” You giggle, admiring how he’s carefully turning his head to survey the clearing.

The pale jagged lines of his scars dully glimmer in the rays of sunshine that make their way through the treetops. It’s almost angelic.

“It would be nice to get married here, wouldn’t it?” You hear him murmur, more to himself, you suspect.

“Just how many wizards you reckon been married in the Forbidden Forest?” You chuckle. “Darling, I think we’re obligated to be the first.”

Remus shakes his head fondly at the notion. His head lulls back to face you, eyebrow raised.

“Oi, you don’t need to convince me. Dumbledore’s the one you ought to ask.”

“Ah, he’s a softy.” You wave away his thought. “We’ll be fine.”

Remus raises his arms like he was presenting the wild and untamed forest behind him. “I don’t know love, it is called the Forbidden Forest.”

You shrug. “Well maybe they’ll rename it.”

“Oh yeah? To what?” Remus snorts, running a hand through his sandy curls.

You smile, making a grand gesture with your arms. “The Forbidden Unless You’re Remus and (Y/n) Lupin Forest.”

“Y’know what?” Remus smirks, kicking off of the tree. “I like the name change.”

“Oh yeah?” You raise an eyebrow as he ambled closer to your position.

“I particularly enjoy the (Y/n) Lupin part.” He places his hands on either side of your head, foreheads almost touching.

You hum in response, eyes gazing into his own honey brown ones. His eyes flick down to your lips before pressing his own to the top of your forehead.

Warmth spreads from where his lips connect with your skin, a smile instinctively growing across your face.

“Remus and (Y/n) Lupin.” He muses as he pulls away.

“Now that I think about it...” Your index finger taps against your lips in thought. “(Y/n) and Remus Lupin rolls off the tongue a bit better.”

“Whatever you say, love.” He happily sighs.

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All Character Taglist: @aspiringsloth20 @amourtentiaa @cherie-draco

Remus Lupin Taglist: @lunalovecroft

[stinkysidebitch]

Horny Bird (HawksXGN!Reader)

Summary: Hawks gets hit with a libido quirk and tries to hide it from you, obvs very NSFW, no mentions of reader’s genitalia 

(first smut chile)

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Today had been a very.. strange day for Keigo Takami to say the least. He went to work like he normally had, and the first villain he took down was supposed to be fairly weak. His quirk wasn’t. Hawks was hit, but he didn’t tell anyone. He didn’t even text you, his loving, live-in partner.  Still, after that the individual was pretty easy to take down. Then he had to deal with a few more unsavory characters and began to really feel it. 

First thing that happened was he remembered waking up to you this morning and he felt that dull ache in his stomach. Then that feeling happened again. It happened three times after before the rest of his body began to ache. He ended up finishing his shift and coming home with the most painful boner he had ever experienced. Everything in Hawk’s body was tense, and warm, and aching. He wanted you so damn badly. It had been a libido quirk, he wasn’t stupid. 

With every step he felt himself shift in his boxers and he had to pause to keep himself from letting out any of the sinful groans he was trying to swallow down. In truth Hawks was surprised it didn’t hit him harder right away, but now he felt like his legs were fucking numb as he trudged inside. He hoped you were taking a nap so he could go in the bathroom and jerk it until his member quit throbbing, but unfortunately he wasn’t that lucky.

He closed the door a little too loudly, and just like that your voice rang out from the kitchen.

“Hey, babe! Made us some dinner, come eat!”

Even hearing your voice made his stomach tighten. 

“I-uh..Yeah, just. I need to go lay down for a bit,”

First of all Keigo was stuttering. He didn’t do that. He sounded strangely unsure. You peeked around the corner and took him in. He was red and sweaty. He awkwardly kicked his shoes off and put his jacket on the coat hanger while avoiding your gaze. His headphones were next to go, tossed haphazardly into the nearest chair. His wings were shaking. That was pretty rare.

“Are you okay?

“Never better, birdie.” He gave you that smile. You know the one, but something wasn’t right. He looked like he was straining a bit. Maybe he just had a bad day and wasn’t feeling well.

“Can I lay with you?”

“Uh- sure, yeah.” Weird. He was being hesitant. 

In truth you wanted to see what was up with him, but a nap sounded even better. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you to the shared room. You had to admit, Keigo was a fantastic cuddler. His arms were strong and warm, not to mention the way he wrapped his wings around you when the two of you were entangled.

You crawled in first and your boyfriend followed suit. Hawks quickly pulled you into his lap so that your legs were situated around his hips and arms around his neck.  You tried not to gasp when you felt his erection against your thigh. He was hard, like, really hard. It was strange to you that he wasn’t addressing that, though. You planted a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth and he affectionately nuzzled his cheek against your shoulder. Two large red wings circled around you  like a security blanket. It was almost like he was making sure you stayed with him. It was a little strange how the two of you were sitting, still. You expected he’d lay down like he normally did when he had a bad day, but he didn’t.

Obviously you weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon. Random affection was always nice. You couldn’t help but notice how stiff and rigid his shoulders felt. With one hand you began to gently knead at his shoulder and your other scratched his scalp. Usually that relaxed him pretty quickly. You were surprised with the little happy groan he released against your shoulder. Usually he wasn’t so vocal receiving simple shoulder rubs but you assumed he just really needed it. The horniness probably wasn’t helping either.

“You’re reeeaally tense, honey. Did something happen today?” You hoped he couldn’t hear the smirk in your voice when you shifted a bit in his lap.

Hawks’s hands that were wrapped around your waist tightened a bit and he shook his head, effectively burying his face further into the crook of your neck. You planted a gentle kiss on his shoulder, not missing the way he stiffened a bit under such a small gesture. This wasn’t like him at all. You just hoped he was okay.

Meanwhile Keigo was struggling to hold himself still at all. He couldn’t even think right now. He wasn’t sure how this quirk would affect him sexually though, and he was scared to find out. Besides, admitting he needed your help with something like this would only damage his ego-

A little swivel of your hips interrupted his thoughts, resulting in a muffled moan. Honestly he was surprised he didn’t cum just from that movement alone, but he guessed the quirk also gave him a fair amount of stamina so he was weaker for a longer period of time.

“Unusually cuddly today, aren’t we?”

He let out a frustrated groan into your neck as you moved to nip at his ear. His breathing was heavier than normal, and you swore you heard him let out a little whine as soon as you bit him.

You dragged a hand to the base of his feathers and lightly scratched at the roots. You felt him move beneath you and took that as an opportunity to allow your free hand to wander down his side and up his shirt. You couldn’t help the little smirk that formed on your face when his head finally tilted back as a defeated whimper left his lips. Keigo’s face was red, his brows pinched together and eyes closed.

A sinful look that you usually only saw when he climaxed.

“What’s going on, bird-boy?”

“Got... hit with a-fuck-a quirk.”

“Next time, tell me. I’m more than willing to help, just ask.”

He looked back down and up at you through his long dark lashes. 

“Doove, help me out... You can get me there, yeah?” 

Your hand that had previously just been exploring his abs began to trace his adonis belt as a little smirk formed on your face. He already knew your answer, but hearing him ask like that made you want to play along.

“’Course I can.”

Leaning forward you pulled him into a deep kiss, taking all of the control. He secretly loved it when you did that.  It was full of movement and passion but Keigo could barely keep up. He felt dizzy and hot. You pulled his hair and ground against his erection and he broke this kiss with a shaky breath and puppy dog eyes. That was the begging look. He needed this bad.

You motioned for Keigo to lay back and he did as told, resting his weight on his elbows. You positioned yourself between his legs and began to trace his belt, taking in how flustered he truly was. A few pieces of long blonde hair had fallen onto Keigo’s face. He was sweaty and red, breathing heavily and even chewing on his lower lip to calm himself. You jolted a bit at the realization that he was drawing blood.

“That’s gonna hurt tomorrow, babe.”

With a smile you removed his belt, tossing it to the side and palming him through his pants. He tried to act unbothered, but you saw the way his legs trembled and his grip on the sheets tightened. You wanted to hear him though, so without warning you yanked his pants down as far as you could. 

His black boxers already had a significant stain from precum at his tip. The fabric was straining because Hawks wasn’t the smallest guy around by any means. If anything he looked bigger that usual, probably due to the quirk.

You playfully traced his erection through the boxers earning a frustrated moan. You could feel his skin through the boxers and it was unnaturally warm. Hot, even. Looking up though you were met with the desperate eyes of your favorite horny bird and couldn’t really resist. 

If you had to guess he was probably pretty uncomfortable. When you abruptly pulled down his boxers Hawks quickly raised his hips to help you out. He didn’t give you the time to pull them father than his mid-thighs, dropping his hips stubbornly. The first thing you noticed was that his dick was...

red.

like.. red, red. And leaking.

“Like what ya see?”

You shot him an eyeroll.

“Still trying to be slick?”

“Always.”

For someone who was suffering from severe horniness he sure was sassy. That changed when you firmly grabbed Keigo and slowly pulled your hand down from his upper shaft all the way down to the base.

“O-Ooohh fuck!”

His eyes screwed shut yet again, head tipped back as a long, unfiltered moan spilled from his pretty lips. You swore you saw his toes curl in his socks.

“You sound so pretty like that,”

Reaching a hand underneath his balls you took the opportunity to massage them with one hand, using your other to thumb at his tip. His head lolled forward, eyes closed and breaths heavy. You gave him another long stroke, pausing to give his leaking head a good squeeze. He physically shuddered, and slowly lifted his head to look at you through strands of damp blonde hair.

“How long were you thinking about this today?”

“God..a- all... all fuckin day-”

He cut himself off with a stifled groan as you pumped him a few more times. Keigo was biting his lip again in an attempt to quiet himself, his eyes were heavy and almost vacant. He was already so fucked out and it was driving you crazy. You sped up your pace, leaning forward to reach a hand up the front of his shirt. 

It drove him fucking insane when you played with his chest, and that’s exactly what you did. Your hand found his nipples, giving one a pinch earning a sharp intake of breath.  You massaged the sensitive area, tugging at it a few more times. He twitched in your hand from the sensation and you let him go for a moment in order to crawl over him.

It was probably the first time you had seen your boyfriend look so speechlessly flustered. Hawk’s face was red, eyes unfocused and lips slightly parted. You dipped down, capturing him in a slow and hungry kiss. Eagerly he grabbed your hips and allowed himself to fall back completely against the bed. Large red wings shook around you.

His hips involuntarily bucked, hitting your crotch. It was fun teasing him a little but you felt bad. Doing him a favor you reached between the two of you, pumping him again earning a shaky moan against your lips. It was almost immediately that your boyfriend began to fuck your hand. His legs were trembling pretty badly at this point. In truth you weren’t sure why he hadn’t cum yet, but you got an idea.

Prying your lips from his own your began to leave a trail of kisses down his jaw and neck. The small sounds that escaped whenever you grazed him with your teeth were beautiful, but you figured he had suffered enough. He helped you take his pants and boxers completely off despite being pretty weak at the moment. Eventually you got to his hips and settled yourself between his legs. 

Instead of wasting time, you licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft earning a choked sound as his head hit the pillow. When you reached the tip you took careful time in using your tongue to prod at the hole. His hips bucked and a heavy sigh left the quivering man. He had been teased enough. You leaned over him and took the head into your mouth, laving your tongue over it in the process.

“Ohhh, (y/n)”

You wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and relaxed your tongue, taking him in as deep as you could. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your hand pulled and massaged. He jolted as his member entered the wet cavern in your mouth. It was so hard to not fuck your throat but Keigo didn’t want to choke you. A long, soft groan left his lips at the sensation as he allowed himself a glance at you. 

“Fuck,” He loved seeing you like this.

You began to bob your head up and down, sucking him for all he was worth. Keigo was pretty like this, eyes nearly rolled back in his head, mouth open with soft pants coming through, brows furrowed. Your jaw was beginning to ache from the exertion but it was clear Keigo was close. 

You hummed around him and he choked on a groan, his ever so slightly rocking into your mouth. He was trembling and sweaty. The coil in his stomach was so tight he thought he might explode. 

“I’m so close, I’m so fucking close..” His voice was shaky and dsperate. It was like music to your ears.

You pulled all the way off of him and all the way down, firmly sucking on Keigo. His head hit the pillow and he let out a long, high pitched moan, body tensing and back bowing off of the bed. You rose with him, swallowing the ridiculous amount of cum that spurted from his tip. If this was what happened when he got hit with a quirk like that you couldn’t help but feel jealous. He flattened against the bed, gently rocking in and out of your mouth as he rode out his orgasm. Keigo propped himself up on one elbow and allowed his head to loll to the side. His moaning had turned into shaky panting at this point, hand now tangled in your hair.

Finally he finished. It was probably the longest orgasm he’d ever had and certainly the most satisfying. You pulled off of him and wiped your mouth with the back of your wrist, giving your boyfriend a satisfied smile.

“Feeling better?”

He shook his head with a light laugh.

“What do you think?”

[drdemonprince]

after a couple rough weeks, i’m feeling good. high ass highs, low ass lows these days. all around a very crazy period of life rn. but today i actually feel some serenity and perspective. that i didnt make a mistake by throwing myself into this much change and disruption, risk and intensity of feeling. it’s okay to be alive, its okay to make big moves, my mind isn’t gonna fracture forever and my life isn’t going to completely fall apart just because i have decided to prioritize what i feel passionate about and give myself over to it a bit rather than trying to keep everything even keeled forever.

 i was so diligent and consistent all pandemic long, and for years before that too, honestly. so restrictive and anal retentive. my schedule so carefully parcelled out. always beating myself up if strayed from a rigid set of guidelines about how often i was supposed to write, how much i was supposed to exercise or eat, how much time i needed to recharge so i’d be a high functioning self at work. and now. i am meeting my marketing team for the first time in pajamas, zooming at someone else’s house, having just gotten out of bed ten minutes prior, and you know what, the world doesn’t end when you do that. i gave a brief radio interview last night blasted high and it went totally fine. i just took the call when it came it in, answered a few questions from the hosts, then got back on with my life. 

normally i would have spent three hours chugging coffee and writing emails and quietly stressing about each of those things, thinking that would mean i’d ‘nail’ the performance of being a normal human during the call. so silly. it turns out you dont have to bring your A game to mundane meetings. and in fact bringing a normal human self to meetings is how you seem normal during meetings. not by stressing out for hours about how to coral myself into a socially acceptable shape and denying myself any semblance of pleasure or feeling all day long or whatever. 

writing a book while touring a book in early winter of 2021 was perhaps one of my most bird-brained schemes of all time, but i cant say i regret it, because it burnt me out so badly and so dramatically that by the time i got vaccinated i was ready to really upend my life and priorities in the exactly the way i always needed to do. i have so much energy now for doing things and getting out of the house. even on the days when i’m depressed! i have so much drive to do things, say yes, get going, have fun, drink, eat, get on the train, get on a lyft, stand around in a bar, wait in line outside the venue, walk over in the middle of the night, whatever feels right, whatever the opportunity is. i’m going insane but in a good way. i’m growing in like forty different directions. 

I just did a dialectical behavioral therapy workbook and damn did it give me some useful new emotional regulation tools! so even if i feel like i’m all over the place right now, maybe that’s a good thing, or it’s what i need now, because it’s better to be all over the place than so self contained, so lonely and miserable, as i was for so much of the past several years. or lifetime really. 

i really need to publish the smut i wrote earlier this year somewhere. it has proven so prophetic. everything i wrote about happening to the main character, symbolically speaking, has happened to me. fiction has such an amazing power to manifest shit in my life and help me express desires and pains i haven’t permitted myself to feel. its like, the second i wrote a character becoming an unabashed hedonist and learning to open up and connect with their loved ones and friends in new ways as his real self, rather than a presentable or professional self, the same things started finally, finally, finally falling into place for me. and just like the character in the smut i wrote. i mean the character was a self insert working professional who was aspiring to become financially independent so they could retire early and be a depraved cuddly hypno slut for the rest of their lives so it’s not like, surprising his life and mine would be similar but like. i manifested some of the things in my life i was always too afraid to go for, before, and am finally relaxing into myself. a little. some of the time. when i’m not panicking about the enormity of the change. 

[gremlin-writes-angst]

hello!!! i was wondering if i could get male matchups for haikyuu, mha and ohshc for your birthday event!!!

my pronouns are she/her, i go by zay and i’m an enfp and a gemini. my top kins are bokuto, sasha and gojo. i’m very loud, dramatic and i smile/laugh a lot(very happy go lucky type). i’m very quick to make new friends and i love hanging out with them(can not handle being alone for too long). i also tend to cry over the smallest things and am very sensitive about certain stuff (including but not restricted to my cat) i’m also impulsive, bold and i usually don’t regret the decisions i make. i always hug and cuddle people close to me(my love languages are physical touch and acts of service). an ideal date for me would be to an amusement park or even a movie night at home!! i would love both!!! i’ve also been told i’m a natural flirt and tease, even though i usually don’t know when i’m doing it?? i don’t really have a favourite anime but i tend to enjoy romcom anime(like ohshc, love is war, saiki k, wotakoi, horimiya) the most but that isn’t to say i don’t enjoy other genres too. besides that, i love cats, baking, playing volleyball and cricket, sleeping and sweet stuff. some things i’d like to do with my s/o is travelling, late night drives, singing dumb songs together and dancing at midnight!!! as for my appearance, i’m 5’4, curvy, tanned, have short wavy black hair with brown eyes and angular features. i also have a resting bitch face but thankfully i smile a lot so most people don’t really notice it! xD

For Haikyuu, I match you with Koshi Sugawara

I’m going, to be honest, there are 3 reasons I matched you with Suga. Reason 1: you remind me of myself and I love Suga. Reason 2: Suga is a nice reasonably crazy person who brings balance( crazy when other arent and calm when others aren’t). Reason 3: You want midnight dancing and I’ve had this dream/idea in my head of me and Suga dancing at midnight, so with this, I can fulfill both my and your dream.

Date story

Life can be tiring and though you normally wouldn’t go to bed early you did today. You fell asleep as soon as you got home from work, didn’t even get to text, call or see your sweet boyfriend.

Your sweet boyfriend Koshi got home later than you, walking into your shared bedroom seeing you asleep with your hair all over your face. He took a few pictures of your sleeping face, then decided that your sleeping form was tiring him out, so he joined you in the bed. He was the big spoon this time, but while you slept you turned over and wrapped your arms around him.

Because your body was unused to sleeping for so long and missing dinner. You got up and headed to the kitchen, still a little groggy, opening the fridge, it’s light blinding you. Not able to decide what to eat, you leave the fridge door to be able to see, going to grab a glass and fill it with water. When you turn back to the fridge you see your silver-haired boyfriend.

“Hey Zay bay “

His voice was still sleepy but his words were still the stupid rhyming nickname he promised to never stop calling you. You smiled while walking towards him, when reaching him he leaned down giving you a passionate kiss, taking the glass out of your hand and placing it on the counter. His hands returning to your body, wrapping around your waist.

The two of you swayed together with a little spin every once and a while. The two of you dancing and basking in the fridge light. You both started to hum, neither of you was sure what song it was, or if it was a known song. What you did know was that you loved this man and he loved you.

For Mha I match you with Katsuki Bakugou

I think his anger and everything else could be balanced. He would make fun of most of the things you do but he loves what you do and that’s why

Date headcanons

He likes to take you on date’s where the 2 of you can be close together

So restaurants date’s arent common with him, unless they have like a roundabout

He likes staying at home dates because he can be close to you without feeling judged or watched

He won’t admit it but he loves how cuddly you are, with him

He’s the jealous type and tries to steal you away when you cuddle someone else

Whenever you flirt with someone else he hides his jealousy as best he can cause h knows that you’re not flirting on purpose

Cooks for you, sometimes your dates are him asking you to taste test new recipes of his,

For OHSHC I match you with Kyoya Ootori

Once again I matched you based on how similar we are and I already thought of a dating story. It was between Kyoya and Hikaru and the final decider was that I wanted to give you an opposite instead of a similar match.

Date story

It took a lot of confidence and convincing but here you were on a first date with Kyoya. He did not want your first date to be at an amusement park, but the host club had gone on and on about the importance of a women’s happiness. And he couldn’t complain when he saw your smile, you were practically glowing.’

Halfway through the date, the two of you reached the carnival games section, and though you knew they were mostly rigid you still wanted to play. Kyoya followed you around while you played the games. He was also being a Debby downer about these carnival games.

“You know these are rigid right?”

“They’re just trying to get your money”

“The prizes cost less than the amount your paying to win.”

You knew who he was when you asked him out so you weren’t surprised by his rude comments. YOu moved on to the next game, and that’s when you saw a large stuffed animal that for some reason you need it. You played the game for nearly an hour, full of Kyoya’s rude comments.

You eventually gave up and moved on to more of the rides. Still, a little disappointed you didn’t win the large stuffed animal. Eventually, you got hungry and the two of you sat down and started to eat.

“I’m gonna go to the restroom, stay here.”

It was almost random when he said it, he got up and left, leaving you alone. You did as he said and stayed at the picnic table. You wonder what was taking him so long, you didn’t think he was the type to ditch someone on a date, so you just hoped that he was just lost.

Your wondering was put to an end when you saw him, now with an extra five pounds. The large stuffed animal that you spent an hour and an unreasonable amount of money trying to get. You were baffled. And got up and ran toward him. You were once again glowing making Kyoya realize why he spent so long trying to win the stupid animal for you.

“You just bought it didn’t you.”

You accused Kyoya even if you were happy to even have the large animal, you wanted to know if he bought it or won it.

“No, I won it, cause I knew you would rather have me win it than to bribe the man for it, cause that’s the kind of person you are.”

You beamed with joy and stood on your tippy-toes so that you could kiss him, he leans down a little and meets you in the middle for a romantic first kiss as a couple.

Thank you for sending in the request, hope you enjoy it!!!

My birthday event is closed, sorry.

[ickle-ronniekins]

to have and to hold

request from nonnie: Hey I'm 17 and still sleep with stuffed animals.... can you write something where George finds out and teases you about it? I know I'm a bit weird but I cuddle in my sleep so it's hoard stuffed animals or kidnap my cat (dangerous).

word count: 3.3k

pairing: george x reader

A/N: y’all i love this—totally nothing wrong with sleeping with stuffed animals, THEY’RE SO CUDDLY! and that’s what they’re for! thank you for reading and requesting, i’m so grateful for you all, and in case anyone’s wondering, i’m still irrevocably head over heels for these silly boys. also the title’s a tad misleading but there’s no marriage in this but it’s definitely all FLUFF because i’m a dork

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The Sorting Hat cries Ravenclaw! as a young, brown haired girl jumps from the stool and gleefully makes her way over to her respective House table.

Everyone begins to clap, and although he doesn’t feel much like it, George does too.

He’s a bit taken aback when you say to him suddenly, “I can’t believe that was us only a few short years ago.”

Just a few months ago, it seemed as though your seventh and final year at Hogwarts was still a long while away. It couldn’t be creeping up that quickly, could it? You both met only six years ago in Transfiguration, but it feels like a lifetime. George grins at the memory. But now, sitting and watching the newest first years get placed into their Houses, he’s feeling the nerves of the finality of it all—even though you’re not there yet. Not exactly.

“Strange, isn’t it?” he asks you, watching another student jump up excitedly and run to the Hufflepuff table. More claps ensue. “There’s no way this is our last year here, right? We must be dreaming, or something.”

A small smile tugs at the edges of your lips, and George feels his insides go warm. “Of course,” you reply, “we’re dreaming.”

“Would you two quit being so melancholy?” Fred takes you by surprise when he kicks both of you underneath the table. “It’s our final year! It’s exciting! We’ve got loads of mischief planned, Y/N, and we expect your help.”

You roll your eyes. “There’s absolutely no way I’m going to be able to get out of this, is there?”

The twins smile and chorus together, “Nope.” before diving head first into the feast that’s just appeared in front of you all.

“Ah well—it is exciting, isn’t it? We’ve got a lot to look forward to!” you tell them, cutting into the piece of chicken on your plate, “and besides.. with whatever you two have planned? I reckon I’m bound for some type of adventure. Things could be worse, right?”

Just then, a sickeningly sinister giggle emits from the front of the Great Hall; the three of you look at a woman dressed in all pink, whose face resembles that of an old toad, chatting animatedly with Dumbledore who’s looking positively woebegone.

“Ugh,” you say, looking back and forth between the twins, “maybe I’ve spoken too soon.”

— -

You’re tiptoeing next to George in the middle of the corridor; you keep whirling around to check if anyone’s behind you. Months, you’ve been doing this. He can’t help but grin at your flustered state. “D’you really think this is a good idea?” you ask him stealthily as the two of you meander throughout the castle halls.

“Of course,” he replies, squeezing your hand. But inside, he’s just not entirely sure. By the sounds of what Harry’s said, getting detention with Umbridge is no walk in the park. He turns back to you and continues, “Don’t worry—Harry knows what he’s doing. Plus, we haven’t been caught yet, have we?” He jabs you in the ribs and teases you, “Where’s that sense of adventure we so admire? Oi, here’s Fred and Ginny.”

Just then, the two Weasley siblings round the bend and quite literally bump into you both. Fred says quietly, “Merlin help me—I can’t ever remember where this bloody room is,”

“Seventh floor, across from the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy,” you reply in a lowered voice, your eyes shifting across the corridors, “so you’ve got a flew floors to go, Freddie.”

Both he and George laugh; Fred continues, “You’d think after months of going to these meetings, I’d remember where it is?”

“Why am I not surprised?” Ginny elbows Fred, teasing him slightly. “C’mon then, let’s go—looks like the coast is clear,”

The four of you make your way up two more flights of steps, sneak past the tapestry, and finally find yourselves inside the Room of Requirement.

It’s an easy lesson today; with the impending Christmas holidays, everyone is in quite a chipper mood—the Room of Requirement has a light, airy feel to it, and everyone seems to be doing their best at all of the defensive magic Harry’s taught so far—even Neville! When he dismisses you for the day, noting that you probably won’t meet again until the New Year, a dramatic groan nearly shakes the room—it seems as though everyone wants to stay.

When you all land back in the common room and take a seat next to the fire, Fred immediately begins to market his and George’s products to a bunch of excited looking Gryffindors; to you, George just shrugs.

“Oh, that reminds me,” you begin, standing up from the couch and gesturing George toward the dormitory, “I think I’ve fixed that little issue with the Fever Fudge.”

George grins broadly; there’s not many people he and Fred trust with their products, but you? You’re basically a third owner. He stops short, though, at the stairs leading up to the girls dormitories. You shake your head and say, “No worry, most everyone’s gone home for the holidays already. Plus—I’ve already hoodwinked whatever spell the professors have cast.”

“So I won’t get caught, then?”

“Nah,” you reply, urging him forward, “I’m strangely brilliant at derailing bits of professional magic,”

He beams at you at this and follows up to the girls dormitory, leaving Fred with a room full of students eager to get their hands on all Weasley products.

It doesn’t look as different from the boys' dorms as he thinks; it’s pretty much the same setup, same four posters, similar looking curtains. He shrugs, thinking, Nothing to worry about, but when he notices you plop down on your bed, he suddenly feels his insides constrict. You pat the spot next to you and say, “Well c’mere, won’t you?”

He places himself down next to you, careful not to mess your very neat bedspread, while he watches you rummage through a bit of your trunk. “Ah—here we are,” you say brightly, pulling out the box of Fever Fudge you’d hidden so as not to be stolen, “good as new, Georgie. The fevers, now, should stop at the appropriate number we’ve discussed—they shouldn’t continue to spike as the evenings go on. Any problems, let me know!”

“You’re brilliant, truly,” he says, peering down at the box of his own inventions. “How did you get so bloody good at this?”

You smile sweetly at him and flip your hair, “Just got lucky, I suppose.”

He laughs and is about to head back downstairs, careful not to mess up anyone’s things, when he spots a little brown bear on your bed near your pillows. His lips curl into a grin, “Erm.. Y/N,” he begins, pointing to the stuffed bear, “what is that?”

Suddenly you jump onto your bed and try to secretly slip this tiny little animal behind all of your pillows. The rosy pink color of your cheeks is evident in the sunlight flooding the windows, “Erm—what’s what, George?”

He places the box of fever fudge down on the table next to your bed, and walks slowly over to you. With a mischievous grin on his face, he continues, “Don’t make me jump on you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“But I would.”

And as soon as he says it, he does it; he flops down dramatically, ruining your very tidy sheets. He begins to poke you in the ribs, a tickling of some sort, to try and get you to move. It seems to work, because he grabs the bear from behind your back and you both fall backwards, next to one another, laughing quite animatedly.

He waits with bated breath for you to explain yourself. “Shove off, Georgie,” you say, stealing the bear back from him, twirling it in your fingers and peering at it. You offer to continue, “My mum gave him to me when I was a baby. When I was born. A little ‘coming home’ gift, if you will.”

“You mean to tell me,” George begins, “that you’ve had this for seventeen years?”

You roll your eyes and stifle a bit of laughter. You roll off of the bed, stand up, and place the bear delicately into your trunk. You pull George into an upright position and say, “This conversation’s over. C’mon—let’s bring Fred the fixed Fever Fudge,”

“This conversation is certainly not over,” he teases.

“It’s a source of comfort, you git!” you reply, slapping him playfully across his chest.

“Comfort,” he echoes through a chuckle, “right. And he’s here now because.. you need comforting after a long Potions lesson with Snape?”

You slap him again as you both begin to laugh. “Yes,” you tell him straightforwardly, “and there’s nothing wrong with that. Sometimes, after a long day, I just need something to hug, to hold whilst I sleep, alright? Quit the teasing,”

Suddenly, the overwhelming urge to pull you into an embrace washes over George; he wants, more than anything, to just curl up with you on your bed right now, and to hug you for as long as you need. He’s about to do so, when you pull him by his hand and say, “Oh come on—can’t leave your brother waiting, can we?”

George can’t help himself; he just needs to tease you. Just a little bit more. He begins to tickle your waist when he calls in a sing-song voice down the stairs, “Oh, Freddie!”

You turn and grab his arms; even though he’s feeling rather mischievous, the butterflies are swirling around his stomach, as well. A sinister smirk tugs at the edges of your lips and he feels as though his entire body goes rigid when you wink at him, “Don’t you dare.”

— -

When Ginny enters the portrait hole, she’s surprised to see George slumped in an armchair and not with Fred, off creating some sort of chaotic mischief right underneath Umbridge’s nose.

“No pranks today?” she asks, sinking beside him on the couch.

“Reckon you didn’t see Angelina hanging all over Fred in the Great Hall, then?”

“Guess I must’ve missed it,” she rolls her eyes, and they both smile. “Speaking of—how are things going with Y/N?”

George is slightly taken back; he peers at Ginny with a confused expression and she just shakes her head at him. He knows that everyone else sees right through him, but he never expected his younger sister to bring it up. Guess he’s the type of bloke who wears his heart on his sleeve. “Erm, I mean—things are fine.”

“Things are most certainly not fine. Why haven’t you told her?”

George has been preparing for this—whether it was to come from a sibling or a friend—he knew, down the line, someone would question him as to why you two aren’t together. He slumps back into the couch and twirls his wand in both his hands. “Well—‘cause, we’re leaving soon, aren’t we? Fred and me. Just doesn’t make sense at this point.” He sinks a little lower, and his face turns sullen. “I’ve missed my chance. It’s too late, Gin.”

Just then, you pop inside with Dean and Seamus, giggling animatedly about some silly joke one of them made, and you raise your hand to George and Ginny before quickly heading upstairs to the girls dormitory to change out of your uniforms. There’s a tug at George’s heart—if only he could sneak up there without anyone seeing.

“Hey,” Ginny snaps her fingers at him, interrupting his thoughts and bringing him out of his daydream-like state, “It’s never too late.”

“You think?”

Ginny raises her eyebrows when she notices you coming back down the stairs and making a b-line right toward them. Quietly, she tells him, “I reckon she’ll think the same.”

When you seat yourself down next to them and Ginny quickly changes the conversation, George can’t help but grin goofily at the bunny slippers you have on. You sit yourself comfortably on the couch next to him, cross your legs, and blow lightly on your steaming cup of tea while Ginny relays the story of her brilliant Bat Bogey hex in the last DA meeting to you. Each and every time you smile broadly, George can feel himself shifting closer and closer to you.

— -

“The devil incarnate, she is,” Ron tells his siblings darkly. He peers down at the top of his hand, running his fingers over his silky smooth skin, knowing exactly what is about to happen as the DA prepares for a detention with Umbridge.

Harry shakes his head and replies, “Just try not to think on it all too much. It’ll be over before we know it.” He’s still looking on edge, sleep deprived. The whispers of other members can be heard slightly as Umbridge makes her way down the corridors.

“How is this even legal?”

“Where’s Professor Dumbledore? She can’t possibly get away with this.”

The Great Hall is darker than normal; the hour and a half spent there is some of the most draining George has felt in his entire life. It’s as if the writing alone is setting his soul on fire. Or, perhaps, is it the weak smile and look of pure anguish you give him from a few rows over? He can’t help but feel extremely protective, and he’s shooting daggers at Umbridge each and every chance he gets.

When you’re all finally released, Umbridge giggles in a mocking, satisfied tone. She makes her way back to her office as all of the members of the DA walk begrudgingly back to their common rooms, completely ignoring the apologies of Marietta Edgecombe, who, by the looks of it, is now regretting her decision of giving up the DA to Umbridge.

The Gryffindor common is filled with students looking positively sullen, almost each and every one of them running their fingers over their red, raw, and bloodied hands. George hops through the portrait hole and notices you in the corner, talking animatedly with Ginny and Fred.

“I swear,” Fred’s saying as George sits himself down next to you, “she’s barking mad.”

“You’d think she’d end up in Azkaban after pulling a stunt like this,” you agree, tracing the outline of the cuts on your hand with your finger, “but I reckon she can get away with anything.”

“I reckon you’re right,” George says, leaning his arms on his knees. He takes a deep breath and opts to continue, “how could she possibly get away with something like this?”

Ginny offers, “It’s the bloody Ministry.”

There’s a collective groan from all of you. Ginny shakes her head and continues, “Mum and Dad are going to go wild, you know; this isn’t over. By the way, speaking of Mum and Dad—you two planning on telling them that you’re leaving in a few weeks time?”

George suddenly feels his heart stop. Next to him, you look frantically back and forth between him and Fred, a confused expression plastered across your face. Fred is shaking his head, Ginny’s cheeks are flooding with color, and George is dreading the next conversation.

“You’re—you’re leaving?” you ask, stunned. “When?”

“Gin, we only told you because you overheard us the other night,” Fred says through gritted teeth. Then, he softens and says to George, “but.. I reckon it’s maybe time we tell a few people, eh Georgie?”

“Oh no,” Ginny says sheepishly, looking down at the floor. But you just grin weakly at her as she pulls Fred to his feet and they make their way over to the other end of the common room, most likely to tell Ron of their plans. You hope Ginny isn’t feeling too guilty.

George swallows thickly and then begins, “I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry.”

You shake your head at his apology, “You don’t need to apologize to me.” You place your hand over his and wait with bated breath for him to tell you what’s going on. You smile broadly at him when he begins to explain.

“We’re, erm, heading out a bit early, you see,” George begins, his eyes shifting from yours to the floor, “we’ve got these grand plans for a business to open up—in Diagon Alley, actually.. sell our inventions. Reckon it could become quite successful if we market correctly—”

His heart is thundering against his rib cage, surely trying its best to escape his chest, and he’s nervous that you’re not going to approve, you’re going to be angry, you won’t ever talk to him again. But to his surprise, you throw your arms around him excitedly and pull him into a bone crushing hug. He’s relaxing in your arms as he listens to your squeals of delight, breathing in the scent of your hair, focusing on the way your body feels beneath his fingertips. And when you pull away from him and shake his shoulders slightly, with both a bright smile on your face and tears in your eyes, you tell him, “I’m so proud of you!”

You’re talking quickly, shaking your head admiringly, throwing your hands into the air and running them through your hair, chuckling lightly, blinking quickly to push back any tears rising to the surface, but he can’t even hear what you’re saying. All George can hear is the pounding in his ears from the steady beat of his own heart, and not before long, he’s laughing at your exasperated state and is leaning in to kiss you, pressing his lips gently to yours and melting into something that’s been building up for years and years. The tension and surprise is subsiding, and you’re playing absentmindedly with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and you’re both ignoring the annoying whistles from his siblings near the fireplace, and you’re quite certain that George is making a rather inappropriate hand gesture at them across the room for interrupting your moment.

When you two finally part, George grins broadly at you, his hands still shaking slightly due to the adrenaline rush and he asks you, not bothering to answer Fred’s whistles at all, “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?!” you cry out, still obviously rather electrified from both the news and the kiss, “No! I’m not mad.. how could I be? I’m so excited for you both. I hope you’ll know I’ll be coming round to visit all the time.”

“Well, you better,” he replies cheekily, pulling at the collar of your shirt. Then, “I’m really going to miss you these last few weeks.”

“I’ll miss you, too,” you reply breathlessly, and he now feels a tug at his heartstrings. He’s feeling nervous. Off balance. Do you still want to be with him after he leaves? Can you two survive on letters alone until after you graduate? “Do you, erm—I mean, I know I’m leaving, but—”

You cup his face in your hands, running your thumbs over the light stubble on his cheeks. A feeling of warmth overtakes him when you grin, peering into his yearning eyes, “We’ll make it work.”

He pulls you into his arms, and the calls from Fred and the others don’t seem to subside in the slightest. “We’re being summoned,” you tell George, leaning back against his chest. You pull out some of their inventions from your own pocket, things they’d given you early on; a pygmy puff, a screaming yo-yo, extendable ears, and more. You begin fiddling with them in your fingers and George grins against your shoulder.

“D’you want to go?”

You intertwine one of your hands in his. “Just hold me for a while first, would you?”

He giggles softly and wraps his arms tighter around you. Teasing begins to bubble up inside him and he can’t help it, he just has to say it. “Don’t you want to go and get your bear first?”

He expects the playful slap across his chest, he grins goofily when you begin to laugh, but what he doesn’t expect is what you say next. He’s practically putty in your hands when he pulls you closer and breaths in your scent when you reply,

“Reckon I don’t need it—I’ve got something else to hold, now.”

reblogs + feedback are always appreciated! thanks for reading darlings, ily so <3

[catastrofriend]

🌙🌝 and ✨?

🌙  What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

I'm not sure I have a time I prefer to write per se, but I do know that I have a couple moments that tend to work for me. One of them is when I'm sitting on the bathroom floor after a shower or bath, just tapping away on my phone on google docs. Another one that used to be very common was actually at night in bed, before falling asleep. I'm pretty sure I have a doc somewhere that's just a bunch of couple lines writings that are all very much about soft and cuddly stuff that was just me gathering my thoughts before passing out. I try not to do that anymore, though, because something changed and now if I start writing, I stop being sleepy and I end up losing most of the night to lying in bed questioning my life and decisions.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

The first thought that came to mind was Chen, but I have written tidbits here and there. I just... don't like them. I can't get his mind right to feel okay with what I'm writing, I feel I make him too rigid and not human enough, or I make him onto another person entirely.

The second thought, for whom I haven't actually written, is... Arthur from rdr2. That dumbass cowboy just really resonated with me, but I have no idea what kind of story I'd place him in, so I. Don't. Also my writing tends to be mostly for the pairings and I don't really connect him with anyone in that way.

✨ Choose three adjectives to compliment your own writing.

Mih.... why.... this is uncalled for.... rude.

Ugh.

Comforting (if I want it to be), expressive/vivid, cathartic (for me, if for no one else)

[thessalian]

Thess vs Another Year Older

Practice time! To the question “How old are you?” I must now answer: “44″. I mean, given that my last birthday came not long before the pandemic, I kind of feel like I skipped age 43, so it’s all a little weird, but never mind.

From the world in general, my birthday gifts were melting snow and a sinus-induced migraine. But it did snow basically every day from, like, Saturday until now so I can hardly complain. Plus it’s not like I’m going anywhere for my birthday. I’m going to order in sushi and not leave the house unless it can’t be avoided.

I did have to leave the flat a tiny bit, though, because Mum came by to drop off birthday gifts. I got two reusable shopping bags printed with Van Gogh’s Almond Blossoms, four bags of gluten-free pasta, one book of quick and easy gluten-free recipes, and the following three items:

Sorry, @fauxfire76​ - this may be more of a favourite than the Dungeon Master mug. Just this one’s going to live at first. They already know I’m a verbose sort of person; may as well lean into it.

Clarota the octopus. Mum recalled that I collect my stuffies based on rarity of the animal they represent - bears are great but give me something a little more exotic. She expected it to be bigger, and apparently my stepfather thought he looked like a space alien, but no; no, he looks like a mind flayer. A very extra, Queer as Folk sort of mind flayer, but hey.

And on the subject of exotic-creature plushies, meet Java the sloth. Yeah, he’s about the size of a toddler, but apparently even my somewhat rigid grumbly stepfather thought he was awesome. He was bought specifically to be a good cushion for when I’m floomped on the sofa watching TV. So apparently my parentals have really mellowed about that whole “what maturity’s supposed to look like” ... thing that my mother in particular was on for most of my formative years.

So that’s my birthday - cuddly things and head pain. Story of my life.

[hobiwonder]

Bloom | 01

Genre: Hybrid!Namkook. fluorescence by @jincherie​ AU 

Pairing: foxhybrid!Namjoon x Reader x bunnyhybrid!Jungkook ;(

Warnings: language. mention of hybrid trafficing/being sold into sex trafficing, fluff holy shit, angst, Smut (future), very cuddly and shy jungkook, stuttery shy BOYS. I really just wrote this for me.

Words: 5k+

Summary: In a world where humanity is increasingly motivated by how much cash can be made off of... well anything, you’re a human and hybrid rights lawyer. You will do anything to save the ones that never had a choice  right from the date of their conception. Even if that means, adopting two hybrids that you absolutely did not mean to. 

a/n: hello hello im back from the dead iuhbIUHBUYBGUY okay so, yes this isnt baby baby but i am a bit behind on that so i really hope posting this instead can satiate my sluts for a few more days until i have that done. I have a lot of this written so I will post this on a semi-regular schedule. rest of the schedule i posted will stay the same. it’s just baby baby that’s kicking my BUTT!!!! Lastly, I started writing this before Goo Hara passed away. Opening this document made me a little sad and also happy when i remember Hara and her love for eco-friendly fashion. I guess, this is kind of a tribute to her? anyhow, I hope you guys like it. please please please, validate me. :>)

"Y/n they're going to be sold to this man who works for a black market. What do I do? Oh god. I-I didn't know our company was into that business."

Your best friend is nearing the point of tears and you can understand her frustration. "Listen, Hara, take a deep breath and tell me when exactly this is happening."

A deep breath is taken as you'd suggested, before you hear Hara's voice again through the phone. "Okay... Okay. I was just told by Minseok that there is an auction for the remaining two from the past failed batches. Apparently two others have been adopted and the rest have been pawned off somewhere. I'm not sure. From our division of the company, these two are the ones that have not gone for further testing to be open to the regular public. A-And so now there is a super secret auction happening tonight. It's not open to the regular public as you already know but staff members are able to attend. What do I do y/n? I can't afford them. I have my own to deal with. These poor boys will go to some horrible owner who will use them f-for god knows what."

Now Hara was crying. Openly and brokenly for the possible fate of these 'failed' hybrids that her company had produced. This was a sticky situation and even you, a Human and hybrid rights lawyer, had limited ideas as to what could be done on such a short notice. But you were not about to give up.

"Hara, don't. They will not be bought by some hybrid trafficker okay? I won't let it happen. I will... I will at least try. It's my job, remember?"

Your optimism is convincing enough. And you wholeheartedly believed that something would give. These big corporations had their toes in everywhere and you didn’t yet know if they had already had a designated buyer on the black market they pawned their hybrids off to. Where there was money to be made - no company had morals rigid enough to stop themselves from the temptation. You already lived in an age where human trafficking was no longer a cause for activism or big debates. Not when more species - man made or not - had been created to take advantage of.

“Okay yeah. You’re a badass lawyer, you must have something up your sleeve right?” Her voice is shaky but you confirm with an enthusiastic nod she can’t see.

“Of course! I’ll kick their asses. Surely this can’t be legal? No blackmarket is. Let me have a look at what can be done. I’m assuming you can bring a plus one tonight?”

“Yeah I-I was given a ticket. You’ll be coming with me right?”

“That’s why I asked, silly.” Her relieved chuckle brings a smile to your own lips.

“I’ll see you there. Don’t give up hope until I do, alright?”

“Okay... You’re right.”

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“Fuck this. Fuck my life.” The curses escaped your mouth left and right as you looked over the dozens and dozens of papers splayed out on your oak desk.

Even your comfortable office chair couldn’t stop the knot building up between your shoulder blades. This was bad. Really bad. Corporate law allowed unfit materials to be sold to third parties. What these third parties did with those materials - the company of origin was no longer liable for. In short: These hybrids were going to be bought by someone sketchy with a crystal clear profile and no paper trail unless someone bid higher and bought them.

None of these bastards were rookies. They had solid paperwork where necessary and it would be near impossible to prove their illegal activities when all of them took place on the dark web. A place that opened up more threats and risks than solutions. No legislation covered hybrid rights that weren’t even registered yet. Whoever bought them would have to register them and then the hybrids would be able to receive the minimum protection they had a right to.But you can bet your father’s company that whoever bought them will never register them. Essentially these hybrids will be wiped out from the system.

Fingertips tapping against the wood, each passing minute was precious time lost. it was already 5pm. You had to leave for the dreaded auction in less than an hour and hour and yet here you sat in your chair. Hands itching to do something other than pick up the phone and tell Hara that you were at a loss. What could you do? Who would take them? You didn’t know anyone that was ready to add not one but two hybrids to their household. And ones that were not fully approved to be released. You couldn’t just lie and pawn them off to just anyone. Then you would not be any better than the company trying to get rid of them.

Sighing, you pack up the papers and documents you had initially thought would help. They were of no use anymore. All you could do was go and offer support to Hara. Or Maybe you were going because you still had hope that there would be someone who would save those hybrids. Hope was a dangerous thing for a woman like you but you had it. This was no time to wallow. So you smooth your skirt, touch up your makeup and put on your heels that had men double take.

Maybe you could scare and/or seduce these people in changing their mind?

You laugh at your absurdity, glancing in the mirror one last time before you leave with stacks of files in your hands. You could at least stall them.

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“Y/n! Thank god you’re here.” I’m not so sure about that. Though you opt for a gentle smile and meet her embrace enthusiastically.

You can hear the sniffles coming from Hara who has her head buried in your shoulder. “Hey, no crying okay? No matter what happens.” The comment has her pulling back just as quickly.

“What do you mean? You have a plan for tonight r-right? Y/n..”

How could you do this? Lie to her? This was not fair on her. On anyone really. It wasn’t your fault and neither hers for whatever would happen tonight. She needed to know what to expect. As much as your heart clenched and ached to say the words you were about to; it was important to mentally prepare for the worst.

“Hara... I couldn’t find anything.” Your frown is apologetic. Trying to convey how really truly sorry you were but it doesn’t stop the tears from brewing up in her eyes.

“Oh.. I thought- thought they had a chance y/n.” You reach out for her hand, wanting to alleviate her hurt as soon as possible.

“I will at least try to see who will buy them okay? Don’t worry. We can keep an eye out on who gets them. They will be alive at least, right?” Your attempt at finding a silver lining doesn’t make her look any more reassured than you felt.

Glancing at your watch, you motion towards the building. “Come on. Let’s go before they try and kick us out.”

Hara nods, numbly leading the way towards an auditorium where several people had already taken their seats. You’re not sure how many people you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t... this. There were at best 10 people here. All ten seemingly looked like they knew each other. This could only mean one thing. That this sale was to some degree, arranged. As in, multiple buyers were from the same company posing as separate customers to maximise their chances of acquiring the hybrids.

“Hara, have you seen any of these people before?” Your whisper has her craning her neck to have a good look at all of the men sitting in the front few rows.

“No, I don’t think so.” Her furrowed brows turn to you instead, “Do you recognise any of them?”

Shaking your head, you follow her down the stairs to sit in the row behind the last pair of buyers who were sitting.

“Whoever they are... they don’t look like they are all strangers.” Hara is gripping on to your arm when she hears you, visibly nervous once again. “I’m just speculating, okay?”

Your attempt to ease her, once again, is not enough. But you don’t try again since you don’t even believe your own words. The auctioneer however, stops you from thinking further about the impending events of the night. The man stands in a lab coat, glancing at his watch before he brings his mouth closer to the mic on the dice.

“Let’s begin gentleman... and ladies.” He seems to be surprised to see you and Hara sitting at the back. And before he begins further, he motions someone. Another man approaches the auctioneer and listens carefully as the other whispers. A few seconds later, his eyes fall back to where you sat with your best friend.

Hara’s grasp on your arm tightens once again when the man heads to your general direction. On instinct, your back straightens, posture more solid than before so as to not give anyone the wrong impression that they can mess with you unwarrantedly.

“Excuse me Miss.?”

“Yes?” Your curt reply surprises him but he recovers fast, glancing towards Hara before talking to you again.

“Are you a guest of Ms. Hara?”

“Obviously.” Your unwavering gaze visibly unnerves him. It was obvious to anyone there but you had an idea this was some sort of test.

“May I see your ticket please?” His bogus smile annoys you more than it should. Nonetheless, Hara is fishing out the ticket from her purse and showing the man. He inspects it longer than he should and finally walks back to the auctioneer to let him know you had the right to be here.

“Who would do that if they weren’t running a hoax?” You ask Hara before you can stop yourself.

“Alright. Apologies for the delay. We will now begin. As you are all aware, we are auctioning two of our very elite hybrids from a rare batch. They have not progressed to the next stage of screenings and tests due to some technical difficulties. Thus, we are here to give them a chance at a new home rather than a painful end.” He looks in the audience for effect. Euthanasia is what he meant.

“These hybrids are fully functional however lack a few abilities they were initially designed for. Due to these technical issues deeming them failed to proceed, they are available for purchase at a much lower cost than what they are sold for on the market.” The auctioneer looks so smug the urge to smack his across the face is almost irresistible.

“Right, bring them out Wonho.” Everyone is watching carefully, waiting for the ‘failed’ hybrids and you don’t know what you were expecting.

Not what you see though. Definitely not. Because the two - tall - hybrids entering the stage are not what you expect. Peach and silver tones greet your eyes as well as incredibly sculpted faces.  The peach haired hybrid seems to cling to the silver haired one. The man leading the two hybrids seems to be frustrated with their slow pace, giving the peach haired hybrid a little shove and there is only so much you can do to not yell at the top of your lungs for him to get his hands off of them.

The man sighs, letting the two hybrids to just stand in the middle when the peach haired one does not stand apart from the other hybrid. While the shorter of the two hybrids - and much, much shyer - looks around anxiously at the people in the auditorium, the silver haired one has his features set in stone. His eyes don’t look alarmed, they don’t seem scared. He just looks numb. He stares ahead at the people sitting in front of him while the peach haired boy visibly shakes, breathing fast and eyes flitting across every surface. He takes a step back, hiding part of his body behind his silver haired companion for comfort.

“There you have them. The peach haired specimen is a Oryctolagus cuniculus or - a bunny in more simplistic terms. The silver haired specimen is an arctic fox, Vulpes lagopus. Both hybrids are off a rare species and very sought after on the market. Due to technical issues, once again, unfortunately, we are only able to sell them in a pair. They are useless on their own.”

The candid way the auctioneer speaks of them has your blood boiling. But what gets you more is the laughter that sounds in the auditorium. Did these assholes think they were funny? The hybrids - entirely human or not - were present in the room with them. Did they not have any ounce of respect for them? Hara was not faring any better. Watching with a frown as chatter continued among the buyers. The bunny looked even more disturbed, looking around at every man in the front few rows - before his eyes landed on you.

The gasp that leaves you is abrupt. His pained expression holds your gaze, eyes wide and chest heaving. The bunny jumps when the auctioneer speaks again.

“We will now start the bid at $1000. $1200 anyone?” Several hands go up before the auctioneer raises the price to $1400.

Bald, greasy men exchanging glances and crude remarks as they talk amongst themselves. Your heart is thumping, your blood thinning. With each passing second, your throat seems to be closing up. There was nothing you could do to save them, was there? The further the price went up, the more panicked and distraught the bunny looked, gripping his fox companion harder, hiding behind him even more. The silver haired fox looked much like what you had stopped Hara from looking only this morning. Hopeless. His mouth was set in a thin line - just taking in the scenario in front of him. It was obvious he saw his fate before his very eyes and instead of futilely hoping that someone would save them - he stares his aggressors in the eyes.

“Brilliant! We’re at $3000 for the gentleman in the first row. Anyone for $3500?” The said man looked positively smug, sitting with his legs spread lewdly. Most likely sure that no one would contest that price.

Definitely not you.

“$4000.” Your voice yelling above everyone else is even foreign to your own ears. An outer body experience as you watch yourself look the auctioneer straight in his eyes, daring anyone in the room to go higher up on the price. But most of all, you watch the silver haired hybrid’s gaze waver for the first time - looking at you in such surprise like it was the first time he was noticing you.

“Ah... Anyone for $4500?” Only one other hand goes up. The man that had been the prospective buyer before. His face is ballooning with the amount of blood that’s rushing to it.

“Y/n? What are you doin?!” Hara’s frantic whispering flies over your head as you call out once more.

“$6000. Final offer.” You look at the other men in the seats beneath you, challenging them to dispute your offer.

The atmosphere is tense, thick with the tension brewing inside the auditorium and yet you don’t shy away from the angry glares being shot your way. A minute passes. No more offers.

“Sold to Miss?”

“Y/n.”

“-Miss Y/n. Thank you all for participating.” The loud chatter is instantaneous as the auctioneer motions the other lab rat to, assumably, gather the hybrids and their things.

“Y/N! Oh my god.” Hara has all but engulfed you in a tight hug once more. Shaking you slightly out of your own shock. This was not what you had planned but it was done.

She finally pulls back, checking you over like you were ill. “A-Are you sure about this? Oh god, okay we need to head up to the podium.”

Just like she doesn’t wait for your answer, you had not waited for your own either. You hadn’t even asked yourself the question before you had so blindly bid on the two hybrids. You’d been waiting for someone to save them. Someone to come barging in and take them away from these cruel people. Never in a millenia had you thought that someone might be you.

“Here you are Miss. You can deposit a check right now or eftpos the payment. Up to you.”

Benumbed, you take out your phone to open the phone banking application. When you’ve made sure there are sufficient funds transferred from your savings account, you wave your card in front of the auctioneer wordlessly. From the corner of your eyes, you can feel the two hybrids watching you. You wished they had at least let them wait in some sort of waiting room and not witness the jarring experience of several people bidding over them.

“Excellent! The transaction has been approved and a receipt will be emailed to you if you can fill out this form here.” Glancing at the hybrids standing a few feet away from you, clutching a duffle bag each, you try and put down your details as fast as you can.

They had already looked like they wanted to be as farther away from this place as possible and the feeling was mutual. Hara was beside you the whole time, waiting for any cue from you to provide some sort of support or whatever you needed her to do. And if your tongue worked - you would thank her as you filled out the space on the form asking you of your email address. It was sickening how easy it was for you to just... buy them! Would they not do a security or police check on you? Make sure that these hybrids are going to at least a safe home?

You were aware of the long process of hybrids that were ordered from the company. The company had a thorough process of making sure their clients were reputable and trust-worthy. That they wouldn’t do bodily harm to the hybrids but that was a facade so these companies wouldn’t have to spend money in compensation if a client had abused their hybrid in any way and had not been satisfied with what they had ordered. It was a guise. These people didn’t give two shits if the hybrids were not of expectation and couldn’t make them money.

“Am I done here?” Your tone was curt and the auctioneer could sense it.

The fact that you’d fished out more than enough cash for some ‘failed’ hybrids - he was interested in you as a potential future client. You were aware that hybrids of their breed went for $5000 - maximum. The previous greasy bald man had been close to closing a deal for $3000 until you had butted in. So obviously, they were going to kiss your ass.

“Yes Ma’am. That’s all we needed. The hybrids are good to go. Their bags have their guidebooks with them. Thank you for shopping with us.” his bright smile makes you want to hit him with your designer bag.

But even this leather was too good to be wasted on these assholes. “Y/N? Please look a little more friendly. You’ll scare the bunny away.” Hara is speed walking besides you, trying to convince you to soften your stance when you stop right before the bench they had been sitting on.

“Follow me, boys.” You’re not rude. You don’t sound mean either. But you don’t particularly sound like you wanted them. And as much as that was the truth to some degree, you didn’t not want them.

The silver haired hybrid hesitates - watching you with wide, curious eyes. Not the harsh way his eyes had scanned the room before but not exactly friendly and enthusiastic like the bunny. The bunny that was currently tugging on the silver fox’s sleeve wordlessly. His doe eyes silently ask his friend to follow you. But when his feet stay rooted to the same spot, you can’t help but sigh.

“Is there a problem?” A moment’s silence. Then finally the silver haired boy shakes his head, grasping the bunny’s hand and follows you out of the building.

Hara is gripping your hand, relieved tears in her eyes and you can’t keep looking. Because you couldn’t promise her that you would take good care of them. “Thank you Y/n. You didn’t have to do that but... but you did. You’re a good person and these boys are lucky to have you.”

Her eyes are earnest. You know she means every word and she can sense your inner turmoil at your own ability to take care of them. The boys can’t hear you both talking since they are standing near your car, obediently waiting for you. Taking a look at them huddled in the back seat, you turn back to Hara.

“Thanks Har. I will try my best. They deserve a shot at a normal and secure life. I won’t let you down.”

“And you,” she cups your face, making you look back at her. “You deserve love too. I have seen the bunny hybrid in the lab. He will heal all your wounds too. Please be happy and patient with them, okay?”

You nod, a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes but genuine nonetheless. “I’ll see you later. Love you.”

You just wave her goodbye, standing until her car pulls away. Looking back at the two boys waiting patiently in the car - you take a moment to gather yourself.

“Fuck... fuck. Fuck!” You don’t scream out loud. not really. But anyone walking by would be able to see you were stalling something. That something is going to your car and then going home.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to bite the bullet and face the reality. Getting in the driver’s seat, you look back at the two hybrids watching you from your rearview mirror. Giving them a small smile, you notice the bunny hybrid’s shoulders relax a little.

“Let’s go home.” Your voice is light and airy. Hoping to put them at ease. They were yours now.

You were their saviour.

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“Home sweet home.” Letting them pass you, entering the condo, you let them take in their surroundings.

The bunny is still latched on to the taller hybrid’s flannel, hiding behind him when the fox hybrid comes to stand beside a couch. Both of them look at you - as if waiting for you to allow them to sit. The silver haired fox is holding on to the bunny’s hand, watching you with a dour look.

“Go on.” You head motions towards the comfortable three seater couch. “Have a seat. No need to be shy.”

Of course, you want to palm yourself after your remark. Of course they were shy. Well, the bunny mostly. The fox looked to be very suspicious and not exactly friendly. Though you could understand his apprehension. He was about to be sold to some very nefarious people. He seemed to be a bit older than the bunny and had a look of ambiance that only came with experiencing harsh times. Your heart felt for him.

The bunny doesn’t wait too long, sitting on the couch - well plopping is more like it - whereas the fox takes his time, battling with himself if he should or not. When you keep watching him, waiting for him to sit, he thankfully gives in and sits besides his friend.

Once you can tell that they are comfortable - as comfortable as they can be, you ask your first question. “So, what are your names?”

You smile at them gently, letting them know you are their friend. At least hoping that they can conclude that from the fact that you told them about their new home on the car ride over.

The bunny’s eyes are wide, face heating up as if you asked him a rather scandalous question and not just his name. Your heart skips a beat when the lovely blush blossoms across his face that’s hiding in the fox’s shoulder.

“Well? Can you tell me, bun? What’s your name?” Your question being directed to the bunny only makes the blush more visible. You could see his face reddening further in embarrassment and the colour being rather more visible on his neck too.

The smile doesn’t diminish from your face. Not even after seeing the way the fox is almost glaring at you but you were positive that the bunny wasn’t hiding because he was afraid of you.

“J-Jungkook. ‘m J-Jungk-kook” The answer proves to be too much for him to mumble, lips catching his plumper bottom lip as he peeks at you through one eye that isn’t hidden in the fox’s shoulder.

“Jungkook. That’s a lovely name, bun.” Your smile widens when you see the corners of his mouth stirring up a little at your compliment.

Your heart was so full. Never did you think you would feel these dizzying emotions at a pretty boy merely muttering his name. His name. If this was your reaction at finding out one of their names, you were not going to survive getting to know them before you went full mother-hen mode on anyone that tried to harm them.

“What about you, hm?” Your smile is a lingering effect of just looking at Jungkook’s adorable blushing face and you don’t let it falter even if the fox hybrid is visibly more aloof.

‘Be patient with them y/n.’ You remind yourself of Hara’s words over and over.

“Namjoon.” The smile halts briefly at the deep timbre of his tone. You had not been expecting him to sound like molten chocolate and sweeter than honey. You realise you wanted to hear him more. Hear him speak about mundane topics over and over because that’s how good he sounded to you.

“Namjoon.” the name rolls off your tongue smoothly, just like his voice. You’re still watching his face, waiting for any sort of reaction even if it’s not as endearing as Jungkook’s. Just something. But his face remains passive. A slight twitch of his lips but that’s it. The pessimistic part of your brain convinces you that it could have been a frown and not a smile that he’s fought away.

But you needed to remain positive.

“T-That’s… a very nice name too.” He doesn’t look convinced at your reply though. Namjoon continues to watch you and now you’re the one blushing from the heat of his stare.

Jungkook is watching Namjoon just as cautiously as you. Like he expected him to be like that. Austere and unwilling to be forthcoming with information about himself. Telling yourself that he’ll adjust with time, you opt for a smile that’s sent Jungkook’s way - making the bunny hide behind Namjoon again. Almost like when a child is cautious and shys away from a stranger they meet. That’s what it was.  A childlike innocence to Jungkook which awoke every instinct in you to protect him. Maybe that’s why his eyes had convinced you that you needed to take them home with you.

“Okay boys. I’ll show you to your rooms.” Furrowing your brows at the way Jungkook clutches Namjoon harder with panicked eyes, you turn around to look at them again.

“You don’t need to stay in separate rooms if you don’t want to, okay?” Namjoon regards you with a look before nodding - eyes cast down once again.

“Good. You both are very quiet but that’s okay - I can talk enough for the three of us.” The wink that you send Jungkook’s way only has him sputtering with embarrassment as the lovely rose tints his full round cheeks.

“But you do have to tell me when you are not okay with something, alright? I can’t read your pretty little heads.” As you say the last few words, your hand reaches out to shuffle the bunny’s peach hair.

What you don’t expect, is him flinching away so violently that even you are startled, taking a step back. Jungkook is hiding behind Namjoon completely now, shaking and you want to reach out. Say sorry and take it all back.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. I didn’t-”

“Hey, kook, it’s alright. It’s okay.” Namjoon’s voice reverberates through the quiet hallway, soothing the bunny’s shaking frame, whispering gentle assurances and you’re about to choke up.

What happened to him? Who did this to him. For him to be this scared. Watching Namjoon hug the shaking bunny tightly, sniffling away in his chest, only makes you feel more guilty at your brash treatment. Were you coming on too strong? God you were so out of your depth.

“I didn’t mean to scare you Jungkook. Honey..” You’re trying your best to reach out to him but the way Namjoon stands between you and him like a wall - it’s obvious he was waiting for something like this to happen. He was cautious of you and now his beliefs have been reinforced to not trust you or whatever nonsense he’s thinking.

You couldn’t blame him though. You really couldn’t.

“Please be careful, miss. He’s not a toy.” Namjoon’s voice trembles. Just the way - you now notice - his bottom lip does. He’s holding back tears and you really don’t know what to do. Except try your best to take their pain away.

“I’m.. I’m really sorry Namjoon. I didn’t mean to upset him.” You open the door to the room quickly, making sure there are blankets and pillows on the bed before coming out to tell them.

“Take him inside Namjoon. I’ll… I’ll leave you two alone, for now. Let me know if you need anything?” Namjoon merely nods, not being able to look you in the eyes but the bite of his lip tells you he’s trying to hold it together.

Jungkook’s hiccups catch your attention and you pull yourself out of your self-pity session. Only wanting to make sure that both of the hybrids are comfortable and just not feeling the way they are right now. Gesturing your head forward again, you nod at Namjoon when he looks at you one last time before heading into the room. The bunny holds onto Namjoon tightly, letting him walk into the room and when they are fully in - you close the door behind them. Giving them their privacy and also because you had a feeling they needed to be by themselves to really understand their current situation. That you were their new owner and this was their home.

A permanent home.

[drawlfoy]

Honey, Honey

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pairing: draco x reader

request: yes! hopefully you’re into this!

summary: reader is confused as to why draco suddenly pulled away from her after an..interesting night. loosely based off of my interpretation of ABBA’s Honey, Honey.

warnings: fluff, underage drinking, draco being a lightweight, me not knowing how to write drunk people because i’m a law abiding american woman, language, some blood mentions 

a/n: this is the very first song fic i’ve written, and i’m not going to do it the classic way they’re normally executed. i’m not a big fan of injecting the lyrics into dialogue or just pasting the lyrics into the space in between scenes. instead, i’m going to alter the lyrics to fit into certain moments of dialogue to aid the flow of the story. also i’ve never seen mamma mia so if i totally took this song out of context i’m sorry!

taglist: @accio-rogers

music recs: believe it or not i’m gonna rec honey, honey by ABBA and even writer in the dark from lorde, if you’re feeling rebellious

word count: 1,873

She’d known of the Slytherin for years and years, ever since she’d started at Hogwarts. How could she not have noticed him? He was notoriously skilled at drawing attention to himself--his uncommonly pale, shiny head did the job quite well.

Countless times, Y/N had watched him as he gracefully sat himself across from her at the table, shooting her a dazzling smile while still controlling his composure, appearing as nonchalant as ever. They’d toss a few words at each other, some to test the sparring waters, others to wish each other luck on the upcoming exam. Y/N could go as far to say that she was proud to be acquaintances with her crush, no matter how hopeless her feelings were.

And that’s why it was such a shock to see a very inebriated Draco Malfoy stumble about in her common room on a wild Friday night. He always made appearances at parties, maybe sipping a few drinks and playing a classic game of Truth or Dare, but never getting drunk enough to lose his cool, unbothered image. 

Y/N watched from the dark green leather couch, nursing a still-full cup of firewhiskey while her legs were tucked up under herself. While it was concerning, she couldn’t deny that it was at least a little humorous. Draco Malfoy didn’t stumble, he glided from place to place on his swanky, custom-made dress shoes.

She glanced down at her drink for a second, looking up only when she heard the unorganized shuffling of feet in front of her. 

“Hey, Draco,” she greeted the blonde, smiling up at him.  “What’s up?”

He didn’t say anything, choosing to look down at her with his mouth agape instead.

“Do I have something on my face? Or...” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Can I sit?” he managed, only slightly slurring his words. Y/N thanked Merlin that the party had mostly cleared out by now, each member having returned to their respective dorms, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to make out his words. 

“Yes, yes, do you need help?” Y/N unfolded her legs, positioning herself to aid his way down. He raised a hand to block her in protest, heavily flopping down on the couch.

“Hey, that’s my spot!” she complained, placing her drink on the coffee table and shooting him an exaggerated frown.

“Still could be,” he muttered, opening his arms up as an invitation. 

Y/N blushed furiously, choosing to sit down next to the blonde boy instead of on top of him. 

“So, what’s going on? I’ve never seen you this drunk before.” Y/N had a feeling that she had no business pressing the issue, but she couldn’t help but be curious.

As expected, he rolled his eyes and evaded meeting hers. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Why’d you come over here then?”

“’Cause I’m lonely and I like you,” he grumbled, his posh accent lost on the lazy words coming out of his mouth. 

Y/N’s eyes widened. “You...what?”

“I’m lonely? Yeah, not sure if you noticed, but all my friends left,” he complained, leaning over so his now ruffled hair brushed against her cheek for the briefest of moments.

“You know that’s not what I was asking about,” Y/N said, focusing all her energy on not letting too much excitement into her voice. 

“Then ask me the question, I don’t have all day,” he said. Before Y/N could begin formulating a coherent answer, he leaned into her so her side was now holding up his upper body.

“Draco, you’re acting weird,” she noted, observing the flush on his cheeks that was visible, even in the dim lighting up the common room. “How much have you had?”

“You’re evading the question, Y/N,” he taunted, his cheek rubbing across her shoulder. Who knew Draco would be such a cuddly drunk?

“You like me?” The words blurted out before she lost the confidence to do so. 

“We talk every morning,” he told her, turning his head up to be level with her ear. Each inhale and exhale made from Draco sent shivers down her spine, and she fought to keep them at bay. “You really think I would do that if I disliked you?”

As one of his hands began to fiddle with the sleeve of her jumper, another wave of courage hit her. 

“But do you fancy me?”

She didn’t know what she was expecting--perhaps for him to freeze, pull away, to get up and sneer at her--but he didn’t do anything she could’ve thought of.

Draco was suddenly wrapped around her arm, drawing circles on the bare skin that had been exposed and still resting his cheek on her shoulder. 

“Don’t be daft,” he murmured. “How could I not.”

This time it was Y/N whose body grew rigid. “Oh.”

“I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that,” he confessed, his own fingers ceasing movement. “Yeah. I really wasn’t supposed to tell you. Forget I ever said anything.” 

Draco seemed to sober up, leaning away from her and releasing her arm. Y/N watched in shock as he got up to walk away.

“Wait!” Her hand shot out to grab his own, keeping him from moving any further. “Please don’t go. I lik--fancy you, too.”

He turned to face her, a bittersweet expression swallowing his elegant features. Within seconds, he was kneeling in front of her, his face level with hers. He took her face in his hands, a gesture he did so tenderly that tears pricked in her eyes. 

Their lips met, and Y/N felt her heart stop.

He pulled away after just a few seconds, meeting her eyes with a pleading look.

“I know.” His thumb dragged across her cheekbone, lingering there for a second before he finally moved away, leaving Y/N to try and decipher his actions. 

oOo (oooh that’s right, i’m changing up my scene breaks because even tho the hearts looked cute on desktop they looked ugly on mobile and i love you guys too much to do that)

After that night, Y/N began seeing much less of Draco. His unassigned assigned seat moved down to the very end of the Slytherin table, leaving her with Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode to converse with. He no longer showed up to dorm parties, and she often saw him coming and going out of the common room at odd hours. 

She couldn’t exactly understand what was going on with him. Sure, she’d heard the rumors of him being a Death Eater, but she couldn’t imagine that being the case. Draco was too young, too sweet to accept such a thing.

Perhaps he was just avoiding her. Y/N was somewhat flattered that she may have had such an impact on his life, but she was also deeply hurt. She missed having someone to bitch with at every meal, as silly as it sounded. And she didn’t think that she was that bad of a kisser. 

Y/N let herself believe that it was just the courseload. 6th year was a difficult time for every student, and Draco was no exception. His parents expected too much out of him, and while she understood their motives, she couldn’t help but pity him. 

She was at a pained peace for the next few months as she attempted to forget about the night in the common room and how sweetly he treated her. Unfortunately, her introspection was interrupted one winter afternoon when she saw Snape helping a certain blonde Slytherin to the hospital wing. His white dress shirt was bloodied, and Y/N couldn’t help but yelp at the sight. 

“Miss Y/L/N,” Snape greeted briskly. She saw Draco’s head bob up in recognition. “I trust that nobody will be hearing about what you’re seeing from you.”

It was an order and an underhanded request for her to leave them be, but Draco mattered to her, and now she was certain that something wasn’t right. There was no way this was just coursework. 

“What happened to him?” she shrilled, wincing at her voice. 

“Nothing to see, Y/L/N,” Snape affirmed, walking past her and shooting her a dangerous look. “I’d hate to take any house points away.”

She stood with her mouth hanging open, frozen in shock. “You can’t be serious! He’s hurt!”

“How kind of you to inform me,” Snape snapped. “Run along, or detention for a month.” 

Her eyes widened and she dashed off, embarrassed that she could be bought off with the mention of detentions. But, at the same time, she knew that all she had to do was wait, wait for Snape to leave him be. Madame Pomfrey had a soft spot for Y/N, and she would most likely allow her to see him. 

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“I really don’t think a visitor is what he needs right now,” Madame Pomfrey stated, wringing out bloodied rags and reshuffling bottles of Dittany. 

“Please, please, I promise I won’t do anything to upset or fatigue him,” Y/N pleaded, meeting the woman with her most convincing look. “I’ve been so worried about him, and he’s my friend. I brought him the homework from today.”

Madame Pomfrey studied her for a moment.

“Fine. Leave the curtain open, though, and if I say you need to leave, you need to leave.”

Y/N grinned, restraining the urge to jump with joy. “Thank you! Thank you!”

Pomfrey shooed her off, pointing her in the general direction of where Draco lay. She strode over, opening the curtain and sitting in the chair by the bed.

Draco was deathly pale, even more than usual. His eyelashes were closed, casting faint shadows on his very prominent purple eyebags. Even though he looked sickly, his hair looked as soft as ever.

“Draco,” she said softly, reaching her hand out to touch his. He jerked awake, he eyes snapping open and focusing on her.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he hissed. He tried to sit up but groaned, laying back down after the pain hit him. 

“I had to come see you,” she admitted, stroking up and down his arm. “I’ve been worried about you. I miss you. Did I do something?”

He blinked hard. 

“No, no, this has nothing to do with you.” He flinched at the dismissive tone, but he didn’t know what else to say. “You’ve heard the rumors. Things are getting strange and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Get hurt?” She wrapped her fingers around his arm, noticing how tense he became. “I can take care of myself, and I really, really like you, and I wish you’d stop avoiding me.”

Draco shut his eyes, falling back onto his pillow so he was looking up at the ceiling.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“There’s nothing else I’d rather be, Draco,” she quipped, releasing his arm to intertwine his fingers with hers. 

He shuddered, thinking for a few moments. 

“Okay? You’ll stop avoiding me?” she asked hopefully, making to leave.

“As long as you stay here a little longer, I could use the company.” He smirked at her, peering through his eyelashes.

“Of course,” she agreed, setting her things down and sitting again. Y/N moved the chair closer to the the top of the bed, carding her fingers through his hair as he shut his eyes, finally content. 

final a/n: i was gonna go for adding song lyrics at the end but i was like uhhhh better not. did not edit or get a beta to read this. if you’re just dying to be a beta reader let me know since my grammatical errors from lazy writing are getting out of hand haha. thanks for reading, let me know what you thought!