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[yurislotusgarden]

ʚїɞ Not just a little crush ʚїɞ

ʚїɞ Port mafia!Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 1k

ʚїɞ Tw’s: literally nothing, just pure fluff of him being down bad

ʚїɞ This is literally just 1k words of Pmzai being down bad, whipped, even lovesick, for his crush🤷‍♀️

How did he end up like this?

The youngest executive in Port Mafia’s history, The demon Prodigy, one of the most feared people in Yokohama if not the whole of Japan, Dazai Osamu has fallen in love.

He tried to tell himself that it wasn't that. That the nice feeling he got whenever he was around you was just because of him standing near, or spending time with a friend, a close one, but denial can go on only for so long.

The brunette at first thought that his crush, as Chuuya had called it when he had caught onto Dazai's more than normally weird behavior, was one-sided. After all, there was no way that someone like you could love him, that just wasn't a possibility in Dazai's mind, yet you decided to go against his calculations once again, you seemed to like doing that and causing him to freak out.

It wasn't too long before he realized that, just maybe, you did at least like him in a romantic way, some acts just couldn't be brushed off as a friend gesture.

One thing he just couldn't brush off, as well as it being the reason he realized his crush may not be one-sided, was him remembering one of the times you cooked him food, even though you were aware how picky he could get with that matter.

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A figure with brown-haired locks could be seen walking on the deserted sidewalk. Moonlight shone on him as he arrived at his destination, your house.

You always greeted him so sweetly, especially when compared to all the people in his life. Welcomed him like he was a classmate, a friend, a normal person that you both knew he wasn’t. He wasn't treated like a superior, like someone who would kill if the smallest mistake was made around him, and Dazai knew that he liked it from the very start.

Dazai had thought before how would it be if you somehow were in the PM, but to his surprise, he realized he hated, even despised that idea. Something about the concept of someone like you, a person who in his eyes could be an angel for all he cares, being in a dark place full of violence and death like the Port Mafia, was just absolutely not right.

Dazai had arrived at your door, not having to wait long after knocking for the door to be opened by you.

“Dazai?”

You. Oh, the lovely little thing that you were in his eyes. Innocent compared to him, a civilian who somehow met and befriended a feared mafioso without the slightest care in the world.

He had no idea how he managed to get where he was, but he had no regrets.

“Yes, me! Now let me in, it's damn cold!”

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You disliked crab.

In fact, you disliked most seafood, he was perfectly aware of it, and yet, you did this just for him. 

A crab that could as well look like it was made by a restaurant chef laid in front of him on the table. It looked well-seasoned, the crab’s shell was purely gotten rid of, and the smell wasn’t overwhelming like a lot of food tends to be like to him… you really thought it out carefully. 

“What is this?” It was kind of a stupid question, but he wanted to know your reasons.

“What do you mean? I thought you liked crab?”

“I do-”

“Then shush and eat, you stick.”

What did you just call him? Did he hear it right?

“...’Stick’?” You turned to look at him as he said that, stopping the cleanup you were doing just moments before.

“Yes, have you seen yourself? When was the last time that you ate a proper meal, dear?”

Oh. Goddammit. Don’t get him started on the pet names. He was aware that you used it on people you considered close to you, as long as they agreed, and he’s been lowkey embarrassed ever since you asked for his permission to use them on him, or more like embarrassed on how fast he agreed to that. Dazai didn’t know why he liked it so much, maybe it was because of how no one ever referred to him as such, maybe it was the way you sounded when you addressed him with them, or maybe it was entirely just the fault of your voice but he simply didn’t care anymore.

“I think we both know that you’d rather not know the answer.” His answer caused you to let out a soft sigh, but what he said was kind of true. In truth, he would answer that it was the last time he ate at your place, which on one side wasn’t that long ago, but otherwise, he barely eats anything. You and Chuuya were the only ones getting any kind of nutrition into his body, which he supposed he should be thankful for… not like he’s ever going to voice it out.

“Right. Now eat, I don't need you collapsing on my floor.”

“But I don't wanna!” If any of his subordinates saw him like this, whining because of food, they would be dead on the spot, but he's alone with you, and he’s been over being embarrassed about his behavior with you a long time ago.

You sighed, and he knew that you were about to use the biggest thing you have on the brunet against him, just to get him to eat… Not like that wasn't Dazai’s plan from the start, he's gotta get his fair share of you, doesn't he?

“You eat the most you can and you get cuddles.”

“With you playing with my hair?”

You smiled softly and said, “I'll even add head kisses to the mix.” knowing damn well that it’s gonna win him over.

You knew what you were doing, you had to, and he didn't mind as long as you kept your side of the deal. He's gonna finish that damn plate if it means affection from his favorite person will be solely on him for as long as he wants it.

Hearts, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

[jewishcissiekj]

My WIP Asajj fic is going great. Today I wrote one sentence.

[yenqa]

ADVANTAGES ☆

in which…

on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?

pairing – streamer!jay x fem!reader

genre – strangers to lovers, this is not fake dating (sorry guys), kind of forced proximity, streamer au, short smau (20 chapters), little angst mostly fluff

warnings – swearing, slut shaming, romance stuff, food/eating, kms/dying jokes, haters, warnings are stated in each chapter!

featuring – jay, jake, sunghoon, y/n (duh), hyeju, fans

disclaimer – i am not saying this is an accurate representation of these idols or trying to sexualize them at all. this just something i do for fun.

taglist – CLOSED, ty for being interested!

yenqa – hey guys! i love streamer aus and jay so here this is 🙏

status – FINISHED! 11/10/23-03/18/24, slow updates <3

perm taglist – @jwnghyuns @ja4hyvn @trsrina @redm4ri @badmuni @yeokii @enhastolemyheart @softpia @s00buwu @ox1-lovesick @boyfhee

PLEASE NO SPAM LIKING

profiles

001 – soulja boy

002 – like bluejay.

003 – OUR girlfriend

004 – 93 hour mewing streak

005 – losing hearing in my left eye

006 – The other woman 💔💔

007 – green hair – 1028 words

008 – me next

009 – who is pina colada.

010 – LIAR ALERT 🚨

011 – stupid question – 1019 words

012 – CASHMERE*****

013 – about that…

014 – until i met you

015 – i’m sorry that i couldn’t be your teenage dream. – 1829 words

016 – damage control 😜

017 – roode

018 – Get off my twitter.

019 – mhm.

020 – peace - 1145 words

021 – New look.

022 – happy birthday!

epilogue – just got married <3

extra : soulja boy finds love

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[miiyochi]

୨୧ # TERRIBLE HABIT | SOLOMON

feat. solomon x gn!mc contents. suggestive ── established relationship, physical intimacy, sol is very touchy here, (very, very) light thigh riding  genre. scenario, nsfw-ish ig words. 1019 note. more solomon posting bc i can’t stop myself :)

solomon.

solomon has gained this…habit. you’re not entirely sure when or where it started. maybe it started off as a joke between the two of you that just escalated and became something between normalcy and another way for solomon to both tease and embarrass you. solomon has no shame, especially when it comes to you.

so when he taps on his thigh, you know better than to ignore him.

you wouldn’t say you and solomon are together-together. more like close friends… extremely close “friends”. sure you’ve shared a bed with him a couple of times, spent the night or had moments where feverish kisses had lead you back to his room; but you were friends. this unclear stance on your relationship is something that has always gotten on the brothers nerves. they never knew whether they should pull you away from the sorcerer or leave you be knowing full well you’d find yourself back to him one way or another.

solomon knew this and used it to his advantage. every so often sol would pull a move solely just to get under the brothers skin. some are more vocal about it, mammon and leviathan mostly. putting a hand on your waist and pulling you close and silently commemorating his victory when mammon yells at him for getting to “chummy” with you. mammon pulls you away from solomon but solomon catches the longing glance in your eyes and smirks, even with distance he’s got you in his grasp.

but solomon’s favorite moments are with lucifer. solomon knows your ticks. he knows what to do to get any reaction from you. he knows your most sensitive spots, knows exactly where to touch to make your knees buckle. you’d be in he halls of RAD with lucifer, walking out of a classroom and talking about the recent lessons. solomon was in close proximity and had picked up that you were asking for help.

“Ah, mc, there you are.” solomon calls out cheerily, not missing the slight glare lucifer shoots him for interrupting. the sorcerer pays no mind to him, snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you back to him. his other hand reaching for yours, gently clasping his hand around yours. solomon leans in close to your ear, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” he whispers sweetly.

his breath hitting the back of your neck, feeling his body against yours was a sure fire way to get you feeling all nervous. solomon had done this plenty of times but, doing it in public…in front of lucifer of all demons, made you visibly flustered. “…I haven’t been far, sol” you reach down to the hand that's resting on your stomach and gently peel yourself from him, shamefully avoiding eye contact. 

solomon knows lucifer is watching. he already has an inkling lucifer knows what he’s doing but does so anyway. “I heard you needed help on one of the lessons? you know, I’ve spent a good amount of time studying the very subject years prior. I can help.”

“there’s no need for that, solomon” lucifer cuts in. his voice filled with contempt for the sorcerer. ‘so he finally decides to talk, hm?’ solomon thinks, smiling in knowing that he’s figuratively inches deep in lucifer’s skin. honestly, it never took much for solomon to get on his nerves and yet, whenever you’re involved lucifer is more visibly annoyed. 

“oh? you’d think you’d be a better teacher than me, lucifer ?” a slight hint of playfulness is laced within solomon’s words. he only means half of what he says. 

“well mc, after you come back from the house of lamentation be sure to come back to my room. I’ll give you a more… thorough lesson that’ll make sure you won’t ever forget the subject. promise ♡.”  solomon knows it doesn’t matter if you take lucifer’s invitation to personally teach you because, solomon already knows you’d choose him at the end of the day. maybe lucifer knew that too because the harsh grip he has on his own clothes and a glare that’d normally kill any mortal unfortunate enough to be at the other end of it doesn’t go past solomon. the sorcerer merely smirks and lets you go.

yes, solomon’s terrible habit is showing off his close bond with you in ways that’ll make the others jealous that it isn’t them. 

when out in public, solomon likes to sit with you. or to phrase it correctly, likes it when you sit on his lap in public. he’d wave you over and pat his leg, inviting you to sit on his thigh. solomon likes this for two main reasons. first one being, he loves teasing you. it’s as simple as that. he’s a tease.

solomon would bounce his leg while no one was watching, causing some form of friction for you. sometimes you’d shift around trying to feel the most of it. other times you’d reach back and gently place your hand on his chest, turning around to mouth the world ‘stop’. solomon would only smile and wrap his arms around you, pulling you back onto him and letting you feel…him. the bastard would be half hard with you on his lap in public. god, he was shameless. depending on how you react, it’d only egg him on to continuously tease you more. who knows, maybe if you’re lucky he’d sneak a hand between your legs. 

“someone’s gonna notice if you keep squirming like that, my love” solomon would whisper in such a sweet and loving tone it makes your head hurt. his hands lightly ghosting and stroking your inner thigh, moving upwards. he was terrible, the worst even. 

the second reason he’d love doing this was the aforementioned one before, he loves showing off. solomon gets off on knowing he’s the only one who gets this kind of closeness with you. out of everyone, you picked him. and solomon’s a bragger, he relishes in the looks and glares of envy from the brothers who so desperately want to be in his position. solomon only shrugs it off with a smug smirk. 

he really was terrible.

thank you for reading, rbs appreciated<3   m.list

[thatdammchickennugget]

hello I love your writing!! could you do a sleepy!reader with one of the slytherin boys pls? if not that's okay 💚💚

Sleepy Study Sessions

pairing - blaise zabini x fem!reader

a/n - thank you so much for the request love! 💕

warnings - fem! reader, sleepy!reader, fluff

wordcount - 434

You and Blaise had been friends for as long as you could remember. From your first year at Hogwarts to your last, your bond had only strengthened over the years. But there was something unspoken between you – a subtle tension, a lingering feeling that there was more to your friendship than met the eye.

Tonight, you found yourselves huddled in the library, surrounded by dusty tomes and the soft glow of candlelight. Blaise had kindly offered to help you study for the History of Magic exam, knowing full well how much you struggled with the subject. As the hours wore on, fatigue began to weigh heavily upon you, your eyelids drooping despite your best efforts to stay awake.

"Hey, are you alright?" Blaise's voice broke through the haze of exhaustion, concern evident in his tone.

You nodded, forcing a weak smile. "Just tired, I guess. It's like just the thought of professor Binns is able to put me to sleep. I really don't know how I'm going to remember all of this crap."

Blaise chuckled softly, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to be a History of Magic prodigy. Let's see if we can't drill some of this information into that beautiful brain of yours."

Despite your weariness, you couldn't help but blush at his compliment. With renewed determination, you focused on the textbook in front of you, listening intently as Blaise explained the intricacies of Goblin rebellions and wizarding treaties.

But as the night wore on, your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until eventually, you couldn't fight off sleep any longer. You slumped forward in your seat, your head nodding dangerously close to the table.

Blaise's hand shot out instinctively, catching your head before it could make contact with the hard wood. "Whoa there," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "I think it's time for a break."

You blinked blearily, trying to shake off the fog of sleep that enveloped your mind. "I'm sorry, Blaise. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

Blaise's lips quirked into a smile as he gently guided you to lean against his shoulder. "It's alright, love. You've been working hard. Why don't you rest for a bit? I'll wake you up in an hour so I can quiz you one more time, yeah?"

You sighed contentedly, the warmth of Blaise's body offering a welcome reprieve from the chill of the library. With his steady presence beside you, you allowed yourself to drift off into a peaceful slumber, the sound of his soft voice murmuring words of encouragement in your ear.

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[jazminrhode1]

Hi hi hi could you pls write something abt where the reader fell for Matt or Chris more than they did and they were friends but now they're break up? I hope that makes sense!

I Could Never Hate You Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: Matt thinks you're better off as friends.

Word Count: 1019 words

Things were different between you and Matt since he got back from Boston.

You had been dating for 2 years and you had planned your future around him. He was everything that you had been looking for and you couldn’t imagine loving anyone else but him. Things felt off before he left but, he promised that you’d talk it out when he got back.

You didn’t hear from him as much as you usually did when he was away but, you thought it was just because he was spending time with him family. You had every intention to fix things when he got back but, you were starting to feel like he didn’t want too.

He had invited you over to the house and you were going to spend the day together. Your excitement was hindered by a lingering feeling that he was going to tell you it was over. You couldn’t explain it but, you had an instinct for these kinds of things.

When he greeted you with a kiss it felt so distant that it left a giant chasm in your chest. Nick and Chris said hello and then disappear to their rooms like you were a friend of their parents they didn’t want to see.

You and Matt headed out for lunch like you always did. He keeping rubbing his hands together like he was cold to avoid holding yours. You both avoided eye contact and barely uttered a word between you.

As you looked out the window of your way toward the beach, you tried to pin point where it all went wrong. It all seemed so trivial, you couldn’t being to understand what would have turned him off you. Your heart tightened in your chest as you tried to hold your tears back. Maybe you were reading too much into this. Maybe the honeymoon phase was just coming to an end.

When you got to the restaurant, he still opened the car door for you and pulled your chair out at the table. He still told you that you looked nice and asked if the food was ok. He still played the part even though you had convinced yourself he didn’t want to.

He told you about Boston and about the tour he’d been on since March. He lit up when he spoke about the people he got to meet along the way. He even said that he wished you had gone with him. That was a good sign, wasn’t it?

He asked about your friends and you family back in Florida. He even went to see them when he first got to Orlando. He was excited when you told him about your new promotion at work and even asked if you what you plans were for the fall. 

Over lunch you convinced yourself that you just hadn’t seen him in a long time and you were reading too much into it. He wouldn’t have been here if he didn’t want to be, right?

You tried to get out of your head and enjoy his company. You wanted to ask what he was thinking but, this wasn’t the time or the place. All you wanted to know was where you stood and he wasn’t giving you anything.

As you both waited for the bill to come, the small talk was unbearable. You reached for his hand across the table, a small gesture of connection but, he pulled it away. 

The silence was so loud. Your heart on the verge of breaking. In that moment you knew it was over. You had held onto everyword he said like your life depended on it and here he was cutting your lifeline.

You saw the sadness in his eyes as he gave his card to the waiter. “I’ll be at the car,” you whispered hoarsely as you got up to leave.

It felt like an eternity before he emerged from the restaurant. As you climbed into the passenger seat, you kept your head facing forward. You couldn’t look at him, you didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

“Y/n,” he started, turning to face you, “Please look at me.” You couldn’t.

“It’s not you,” he said. You couldn’t help but, laugh as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Is there someone else?” you asked. “No,” he assured, “but we’ve barely spoked in three months.”

“I love you… But, I just think that we’re better off as friends,” he explained.

He finally tipped your heart over the edge and shattered it into pieces. Not only was he breaking up with you but, you realised that your absence clearly had no affect on his life. You couldn’t help but think that your presence had no meaning either.

You sat in silence for the rest of the drive. You wanted to berate him but, you couldn’t do that to someone you loved. 

And, you still did love him. He didn’t do anything wrong. He didn’t have to love you and you didn’t want to beg him to. He couldn’t see a future and you had to let him go.

When he pulled up behind your car parked outside of his house, he got out and opened your door. As you slipped past him and headed to your drivers side, he grabbed your wrist and spun you back round to him.

On a different day he would have kissed but, instead he said, “I’m sorry, Y/n… I really am.”

You forced a smile despite your red, puffy eyes and said, “I guess I always knew this day would come.”

He looked at you, confused. “I always loved you so much more than you loved me. You were my best friend and I forced you to love me and in doing that I ruined everything.”

“That’s not true… God, I never wanted you to hate me,” Matt said with tears welling in his eyes.

“It’s ok, Matt,” you said, “I was delusional to think that you would fall for me like I fell for you. And, I was crazy to think that we were made for each other. But, I will never hate you. How could I?”

[nicksbestie]

hey again !! yr pinned says yr reqs are still open, sorry if they’re not <//3 when you get the time i was wondering if you could write either a) headcanons about johnnie having a gf that’s (significantly) taller than him or more in depth b) a fic about johnnie having a gf that’s taller who keeps noticing her hoodies go missing for like, weeks and months and she starts feeling crazy about missing all these hoodies. like she literally wears them maybe 2-3 times and suddenly she can’t find it anymore ? so she asks johnnie about it and he acts all confused and gets flustered almost as if reader is accusing him ? but she obvs not, so reader notices that johnnie’s reaction is kinda suspicious but doesn’t really think anything of it. that is until one day reader comes home early from an outing/work and finds the house suspiciously quiet, she calls out for johnnie but gets no response so she looks through the house for him eventually going into their shared bedroom to find johnnie napping curled up in one of reader’s hoodies <3 she immediately smiles and takes out her phone to take a couple pictures before gently kissing johnnie’s face to wake him up. he wakes up all confused until reader points out what johnnie’s wearing. he immediately gets flustered as reader starts to tease him about how cute he is. i also had this idea that maybe it could end with like johnnie starting a (gentle) pillow fight because he’s so flustered and wants to change the topic so it ends with him + reader in a wholesome fit of giggles :]

- detailed anon lol (can i be 🐈‍⬛ anon maybe ?)

Hoodies - Johnnie Guilbert

Summary : Your boyfriend loves the fact that he can steal your clothes <3

Pairing : Johnnie Guilbert/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : none!!!!

Word Count : 248

A/N : i loved loved loved this req!! i am gonna go with the headcanons for two reasons ! 1 : i've been super burnt out lately and don't know how long i could make a fic, and 2 : this was so detailed i don't think i could do it justice !! but thank u so so much for your incredible detail i love it so much!!!

~ he practically drowns in your hoodies, given that you're multiple inches taller than him

~ he will offer to fold clothes coming out of the dryer for the sole purpose of stealing some of them while they're warm

~ you'll often be looking for a specific hoodie and go to ask him if he's seen it, only to find it in his closet or him wearing it

~ he 100% blushes every time you bring it up, and changes the subject, but he never stops doing it

~ every time you go to put a load of laundry in the washer you have to check his room for your clothes tucked away in places

~ when your t-shirts stop smelling like you he gives them back, waits until you wear it, and then steals it again

~ he keeps track of what perfume/cologne/scent you buy, and gets another one to spray on his own or your clothes when he takes them

~ it's common in his comment sections to see "isn't that _____'s shirt?"

~ he'll roll up the ends of your sweatpants so that he can still wear them around the house without tripping

~ if you were ever a sports player he wears your jerseys as a joke, and they're so incredibly long on him that it's almost comical

~ he keeps a small secret stash of your clothes to wear apart from the place he normally puts them so when you come to take them back he still has some more hidden away

~ taglist : @jake-and-johnnies-slut @gvf23 @elliem505 @ilydeaky @maryx2xx @oobleoob @aemrsy @blahbel668 @mystic-maniac @maddytheweird @707xn @jasperthefriendlyghostt @camille-1019 @anaavolibila @eddiesguitarskills @caffeinatedscorpio @sunflower9607 @lesbian2578 @mollyquinnxoxo @ash-gh0st @stxr-dvstt

~ if you'd like to be added to my johnnie and jake taglist, click here!

~ my inbox is open, come chat!! <3

[percervall]

just give me that touch (I want it)

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader Words: 1019 Request: Lando Norris + Rachel Platten - Speechless + fluff Warnings: yeah, so about the fluff... oops? smut, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving), overhearing dirty talk and degradation, mentions of spanking

In which you and Lando decide "if you can't beat them, join them"

Sharing a room or a bed has never been a problem for the two of you. Lando and you have been friends since primary school and had plenty of sleep overs over the years. The only thing neither of you had anticipated for this holiday was the fact that you’d also have to share a wall with Max Fewtrell and his latest girlfriend. 

“I’m impressed the bed hasn’t given up yet,” you comment as you can hear the banging of furniture and faint moans travelling through the wall. Lando hums a response but remains lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“That’s it.. Keep going…” you can hear Max’ girlfriend moan. Lucky girl, you can’t help but think even though Max is the last person on earth you’d sleep with, but it has been months since you got properly fucked. You sigh and shift slightly, clenching your thighs shut. The sound of a hand colliding with flesh has both of you gasping.

“O-okay.. Maybe we should just go to sleep,” Lando says, sounding as flustered as you feel. Not daring to move, you nod, pulling the duvet up higher. You can hear Lando roll onto his side and for a moment it’s quiet. 

“Such a cock-hungry slut, look at you..” you hear Max say and you can’t stop the whimper, a hand sliding into your panties to alleviate the aching between your legs. Your friendship with Lando is about to cross into unknown territory but you can’t help it. It’s a need at this point, to just make yourself feel good –consequences be damned.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Lando asks you, voice strained. Turning your head, your eyes meet his and you bite your lip as you circle your clit.

“It’s been so long and I’m really wet, Lando..” you murmur, rubbing more firmly now. Keeping your eyes trained on him, you can tell by the movements under the covers that he’s palming his cock. 

“Why don’t you touch yourself? It’s only fair we both get some satisfaction out of this situation,” you offer, dipping a fingertip into your opening. 

“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em?” Lando comments. Nodding, you add a second finger, gasping at the stretch. You can’t help but whimper when another smack travels through the paper thin walls.

“I like that too,” you whisper, “love getting fucked from behind and having my ass spanked. Fuck, it’s been so long…” Lando moans at your words, his hand stilling as he closes his eyes. 

“Show me,” he chokes out, “please show me how you touch yourself.” Another whimper falls from your lips as you throw the duvet back, shimmying your panties down until they’re hanging around your ankle. Letting your legs fall open, you slowly slide two fingers back into your pussy, throwing your head back as you begin to fuck yourself with them, before moving them back to your clit. You turn your head once more, finding Lando’s eyes trained on your cunt as he now sits up in bed. The duvet has fallen away from him and you can clearly see how his cock is straining against his boxers. The sight has you clenching around nothing. 

“I’m close, Lando… If- If you want you can- Fuck… You can come and finish me off… Please, need your mouth on me,” you whimper, voice sounding so needy with your imminent orgasm as you keep rubbing your clit. Lando curses under his breath at your request, but moves to lie between your legs. He takes your hand in his, bringing your fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean, moaning as he tastes you. It leaves you breathless as you watch him. He keeps hold of your hand, fingers interlaced while he tentatively laps against your clit. The wet heat of his tongue already feels so much better than your own fingers, and you tilt your hips to grant him better access. Lando hums appreciatively, gently sliding his middle finger into you and curling it upwards.

“Fuck, yes.. Lando.. Please… More, I can- I can take another…” He groans against your cunt, doing as he’s told. He sucks your clit into his mouth as he fucks you with both fingers now. It leaves you panting as you shamelessly grind against his face while your fingers tangle with his curls. Lando moans as you tug, rutting against the sheets, seemingly desperate for his own release. Knowing that he is getting as much enjoyment out of this as you are, is enough to tip you over the edge.

“Com-... I’m.. I’m coming.. Lando-...” you manage to mumble, back arching as your orgasm washes over you. Lando groans against you once more, body stilling as he spills into his boxers and onto the sheets. You lie there for a moment, catching your breath as your fingers absentmindedly run through his hair. Lando presses a kiss to your hip and helps you put your panties back on. He gets up from the bed and digs through his suitcase for a clean pair of boxers for himself. When he climbs back in bed, he invites you to come cuddle. By now the noises next door have quieted down and the weight of what just happened is beginning to settle in. Both of you are quiet for a moment. At one point you’re convinced he’s fallen asleep.

“Promise me no regret?” he whispers, “When we wake up tomorrow, please promise me you won’t regret this.”

“Lando-..” 

“No, I’m serious. Because I don’t regret it for a second.” 

“You’re my best friend, I don’t want to lose you,” you admit quietly. Lando tightens his arm around you.

“What- What if you don’t lose your best friend but gain a boyfriend?” He says it so quietly that you’re almost convinced you’re making it up. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about it over the years, your heart shattering a little bit every time he introduced you to a new girlfriend.

“I think I’d like that,” you whisper, looking up at him. 

“I would, too,” he whispers back, kissing the top of your head. 

I honestly had no idea where to go with this song in the fluff realm. Again, this one is thanks to @curiousthyme for letting me throw out ideas and then she in turn sent me the outline of this fic and it was just too good not to.

Please let me know what you think, your comments, tags and likes mean the absolute world to me 💜

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Moonlight - T. R. x werewolf fem!reader

A/N: this is the seventh part of this series. It’s mostly unedited so please be nice 💛 No use of Y/N. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated 🥰

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CW: some swearing, an argument with Tom, mentions of smelling emotions, implied cheating, Hermione being furious on our behalf, implied bullying, talk of revenge

1019 words

“Riddle!” You chase after Tom. “Riddle! Wait, please!”

Tom doesn’t slow as he strides angrily away.

“Riddle!” Your voice is filled with the strange desperation thrumming in your chest. You know it somehow, deep in your bones. This is your last chance for reconciliation.

“Tom!” You shout as loud as you can. “Please, I’m sorry!”

All the students in the hallway stop and look at you. Tom stops walking.

He turns around and advances on you. You panic. The anger in his gaze makes you cower. “I’m sorry—”

Tom grabs your arm and forcefully hauls you into the closest classroom. He slams the door shut, blocking you two from the prying eyes and ears of the other students.

You shrink back away from him. The classroom is empty, and you move towards one of the desks. Tom turns around before you can sit down. He crosses his arms, glaring at you.

You swallow thickly. Your voice comes out a bit weak. “I really am sorry.”

His expression doesn’t change.

You look down, trying to think of what to say. Of how to apologize.

“I’m sorry for missing our trip to Hogsmeade,” you say quietly.

There’s a long, tense silence.

“Why’d you miss it?” Tom’s voice is cold and clipped.

“I was sick. My roommate made me go to the Hospital Wing.” Your voice sours at the mention of your roommate.

Tom scoffs. “And you didn’t bother to tell me?”

“She was supposed to tell you.” You say. Even the memory makes your stomach twist from your roommate’s betrayal.

Tom falls silent. He studies you, gaze intense and dark. He’s not quite glaring anymore, but you can still smell his anger.

“And Diggory?” He asks.

You blink, a little confused. “He asked to study with me.”

Tom’s eyes narrow. “That’s it?”

You nod. “I thought…” You hesitate for a moment. “I thought you didn’t want to be my study partner anymore… so I said yes to him.”

“And the flirting?” His voice is icy.

You’re confused for a moment. Flirting? Then you think about it. You had been laughing and having a good time with Cedric. Maybe that’s what Tom meant.

“We were just talking. My roommate…” You stop. You don’t want to talk about her anymore. “Cedric was cheering me up. That’s all.”

Tom’s glare slowly softens. He looks away and uncrosses his arms. “You didn’t answer him. When he said we were over.”

You blink. You weren’t sure what he meant by over, but you didn’t want it to be true. “Are we?” You ask tentatively.

He exhales, looking back over at you. “Do you want to be?” There’s so much charge behind his gaze, so much emotion you can’t identify. You can smell his hope though.

“No.” You say it firmly; no hint of doubt. Whatever you have going on with him, you want it to continue.

A faint smile tugs at Tom’s lips. It makes your heart thrill.

After a moment, he speaks up again. “I don’t… I don’t mind if you study with Diggory. Just…” He looks conflicted.

“I won’t flirt with him,” you say softly. And you mean it. Cedric has been your crush for years, but looking at Tom right now…

He relaxes. Smiles. “Thank you.”

You let out a soft breath of relief. “So we’re good then?”

Tom chuckles lightly and nods. “Yes. We’re good.”

You smile back. Good. You’ve never been so happy to hear it.

The rest of your day goes smoothly until dinner. Your roommate sits with someone else, occasionally shooting you dirty looks as you eat. Eventually, you get too upset by it and you go sit with Hermione instead.

She looks surprised to see you, but her surprise turns to anger on your behalf once you explain.

“That bitch!” She hisses. Your jaw drops. “‘Mione!” You’ve never heard her swear before. You’re glad she’s taking your side though.

“What?” Hermione crosses her arms. “She probably orchestrated the whole ordeal. Fred and George sell their nasty prank sweets, you know. She could’ve slipped you some quite easily.”

You hesitate at this. Surely your roommate wouldn’t go that far…

But you had eaten some sweets the night before you’d gotten sick. And it had been your roommate who’d insisted you’d gone to the Hospital Wing.

Your stomach sinks. “You don’t think she would… right?”

Hermione looks grim. “I wouldn’t put anything past that conniving sneak. She’s been one of Riddle’s fangirls for a couple years now.”

You blink. “Tom has fangirls?”

She pauses to smirk at you. “Tom, huh?”

You blush and look away. “The fangirls, ‘Mione.”

Her expression turns serious again. “He’s had fangirls for years. How have you never noticed? They’ve hated you since you started studying with him.”

You think about that. You remember some fourth years last year giving you dirty looks in the hall… and some sixth years tripping you earlier this year…

You’d never really paid attention to them. After Umbridge, you’d just assumed they’d been after you for your lycanthropy.

“Oh. Huh.” You rest your chin on your palm. “I never really noticed them before.”

“Well,” Hermione pats your shoulder. “Regardless, your roommate’s one of them. Given how ridiculous they act around him, I wouldn’t put it past her to go to such lengths. You’re lucky she didn’t try to poison you or something.”

“I guess so…” You sigh and look down. “What am I going to do about her, ‘Mione?”

She gives you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about her. I’ll take care of it.”

You relax… until you remember that Hermione’s one of the most vindictive witches in the school. You give her an anxious look. “You won’t hurt her, right?”

Hermione’s smile turns into a mean smirk.

“‘Mione?” You’re a little scared on your roommate’s behalf. Only a little though. She did betray you, after all.

“I won’t physically hurt her,” Hermione promises.

You’re not reassured. “But mentally?”

Hermione shrugs. “That’s fair game. I’ll only dish out what she deserves.”

You hesitate for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”

She smiles, and you both go back to eating your dinner.

[gingerjunhan]

xdinary heroes on valentines day

☆彡 happy Valentine’s Day everybody!! Sending you all so much love❣️

word count: 1019 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: eating, pet names (pretty, baby, beautiful), “the rizzness,” a single swear word, drinking, lmk if I missed something!

goo gunil

way too excited (pt. 1)

Gunil is pouring his love out to you in literally any way imaginable

like, look me in the eye and tell me this man wouldn’t put his jacket over a puddle for you to walk over 👁️👁️

fancy dinner

flowers

the works

it’s over the top in a romantic way, not in the decor and hearts type of way

“I love you every day, you know that right? Not just today.”

holding your hand across the table and looking lovingly into your eyes SISNSKSND hold me down

gets you an extravagant gift that you insist that he shouldn’t have gotten you but he literally does not care

showers you with compliments and affection 🫶🏻

he’s been planning this for weeks, it has to be perfect

he shows up at your door, flowers in hand

and when you open the door to greet him he just

melts

“You look… stunning.”

UGH GOO GUNIL ONE CHANCE 🧎🏻‍♀️

he can’t keep his eyes off of you

he’s head over heels, falling in love all over again

kim jungsu

Jungsu strikes me as the type to love love, so he’s so so so happy

he finally has an excuse (not that he needs one) to shower you with so much love and affection that you feel like you’ll be sick of him by the end of the day

really thoughtful date!!

if this is your first Valentine’s Day together, maybe he’ll take you back to the spot where you had your first date together 🥹

the sweetest softest boy ever!!

matching outfits are a must

“You look so pretty, baby!!”

the brightest smile when he looks at you

you know the one he gets when his eyes sparkle?

yeah, that one

keeps you close all day

like, don’t lift a finger because he’s doing everything for you

gotta show his baby how much he loves and appreciates them!

cheesy couples photos

cute gifts

lots of chocolate and sweets

Jungsu goes full out on Valentine’s Day and you can’t tell me I’m wrong

kwak jiseok

Jiseok is a little nervous because it has to be perfect

if he messes something up today, it’s over 💀

stresses the whole week beforehand to get everything planned

but when the day comes, it’s nothing short of perfection

dinner at your favorite place

a cute couples activity

like pottery painting or something

the smile never leaves his face

he feels so lucky to be spending this day with you, and he won’t let you forget that!

“I’m so glad we can do this together. I love you so much.”

sneaking kisses any time he can

and then giggling afterwards

he is at your every whim

you want ice cream? let’s go right now

getting out your wallet to pay for dinner? it’s on him

your wish is his command

Princess Treatment™️ all day for suuure

cute little gifts like a stuffed animal and some flowers or chocolates

at the end of the night, he lets you know how much fun he had!

god, he loves you so much he thinks he might explode 💥

oh seungmin

bro is cranking up the rizzness to levels you’ve never seen

the epitome of being a gentleman

fancy restaurant reservations

fancy outfit

hell, he probably bought you your outfit as a gift (your first of many today)

huge bouquet of flowers

if I could describe the evening in one word: expensive

bro is not cheaping out on this day

no no no

“Only the best for my baby.”

he PAMPERS you

soft gazes and gentle smiles

whispered praises whenever you get a moment alone

intertwined hands at any moment

if he doesn’t tell you he loved you or remind you how beautiful you are at least 10 times today he’s failed

multiple expensive gifts just because he can

someone help this poor man’s bank account

after your fancy date, things die down a bit

a relaxing evening at home

maybe a couple of drinks

face masks? why not

light some candles, pour some wine, and turn on a movie to finish up the evening

han hyeongjun

believe it or not, he’s feeling confident!!

it would be stereotypical, but the day would go smoothly

a sweet, handwritten card

a small bouquet of flowers

a box of chocolate

you can go to dinner if you want

or he could make you dinner! it’s up to you

I feel like Hyeongjun would shine in the gift department

like,, you are definitely getting something handmade!

he would make you a card out of crayons, construction paper, and glitter glue and you better LOVE IT 🫵🏻

sorry I got excited

he struggles a bit with showing affection, so he would use Valentine’s Day to make it up to you in a way?

does he follow the typical setup of the day? yes

but do either of you mind? no!

“I know it’s not much, but I just wanted to show you that I care about you.”

he sticks close by all day, trying his best to be a little more affectionate than normal

he would try to pack in the complements too

he tries his hardest, and it’s great!

overall, you have a really nice day full of love and thoughtful messages and gifts

lee jooyeon

way too excited (pt. 2)

cheesy decorations

giant teddy bear

rose petals

way too many candles

the works

he would definitely be the type to fill your bedroom with heart-shaped balloons and cover your bed with rose petals 💀

it’s cheesy, but he doesn’t care because he loves you

gives you all the sweet little treats a person could ask for

he would attempt (keyword: “attempt”) to bake you a cake

it’s the thought that counts, right? 🫶🏻

he gives me stay-at-home date vibes!

all your favorite snacks and candies are laid out for you, and your favorite movie/show is already cued up for you to watch

“I got all of my favorite person’s favorite things!”

he’s clinging to you

like, you might as well be wearing the same shirt

it’s a very chill evening full of sweet kisses, warm hugs, and lots of love 🫶🏻

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[joels6string]

Fluff: 13

Smut: 26

Joel 💜💜💜

this altered my brain chemistry, i also added in a request for "Please kiss me" because it all just seemed to fit.

13. cuddles of consolation 3. “Please kiss me.” || 26. “I want you to ruin me.” Word Count: 1019 Content: sub!Joel, oral m-receiving, unprotected p-in-v

it's just you and me

Joel Miller x f!reader

Muscles as impenetrable as boulders protested the kneading of your fingers, his shoulders so tense they almost touched his ears as he sat hunched in the kitchen chair. Joel had arrived home spent and desolate, words evading him as they did when his defenses weakened, but he didn’t need to speak. It was written on his face, the fine lines that decorated his skin a little deeper, his hazel eyes darker than usual, you didn’t ask. 

The acceptance of your thumbs as you pressed them where his neck met his torso told you more than any lie he would muster, an “I’m fine” would have slipped out with his tone telling the truth. He wasn’t fine. You wished he’d understand that it was okay. But he never would.

“You need to relax,” you cooed as you pressed against a hardened knot, his hiss of discomfort at least proving he hadn’t numbed himself entirely, “C’mon, you’re all right.”

He shook his head, always so stubborn, but it was better than a lie. His body leaning back against the wooden chair stopped your already aching fingers, his head tilting back to lean against your chest, and immediately your arms wrapped around his neck. If he wanted to be close, you’d get him closer.

Your lips couldn’t press to his fast enough, your hands diving beneath the buttons of his loose flannel to rake over his chest reverently as you poured silent devotion into his hesitant affections. A whispered “I love you” hit you as you paused for air, his breath trembling as he muttered the words, and you kissed his hesitation away, a hand lifting to cup his chin as your tongue lapped against his kiss-drunk pout.

“Go lay down,” you sighed against him as he chased you in your retreat, “clothes off.”

“Yes ma’am,” he obeyed, relief flooding his features as you relinquished your hold and allowed him to stand, his feet dragging against the wooden floor as he undid the buttons of his shirt. 

When you joined him in the small room you shared, he was flat on the mattress, not a lick of clothing present, his fist lazily stroking over his half-hardened cock. With a click of your tongue, you batted his hand away, reminding him that he was now yours to control. A heady sigh echoed over the walls, his chest heaving as you grazed your fingers over the scar decorating his skin only the beginning.

“No hands,” you instructed, the pad of your thumb pressing down onto a nipple pebbling in the cool evening air, “no arguing. Be good.”

“Okay,” he quavered, your eyes locking on his fully erect length laying thick against his stomach.

The slide of your lips on the thick vein currently pulsing from his core had his fists balling into the old quilt covering the bed, his teeth gnashing together as you teased him with slow drags, spitting slightly as you went. The familiar, salty tang of him settled in your taste buds as you swiped at the pearl oozing from the tip, your mouth engulfing the soft spongy head challenging his self-control as he anchored his hips to the bed.

This was a position you found yourself in often, your throat opening easily to sheath him completely, a groan of appreciation rumbling from the man above you. When your fingers threaded with his, he knew what it meant, his hips thrusting up gently as you sloppily glucked around him. Muttered curses chanted out like a prayer as he watched the way you swallowed him with ravenous eyes, your fingers pressing to the stretch of skin behind his sack lighting a fire in his belly.

As the telltale signs of his impending release began to show, you pulled yourself off much to his dismay, a frustrated snarl pulling a mischievous smile as you wiped the strings of drool dripping off your chin.

“Please kiss me,” he begged as your panties hit the floor, your bared form too much for him to resist, and his pleading tone too much for you to deny.

“No hands,” you reminded as you leaned down, your nipples grazing tauntingly against his chest as you gave him what he wanted, taking it away too soon to satisfy him completely.

“Let me taste you,” he requested so sweetly you had a difficult time denying it, your legs straddling his waist in response, the feeling of your soaked slit pressing against him making him squirm, “Just fuckin’ ruin me.”

That was an invitation you would not refuse. He cried out into the dim room as you sunk down onto his cock, your dripping heat wrapped around him so tightly for a moment he felt invincible. Your own desire was fueling you now, the stretch of him too much to deny yourself as you bounced without abandon, his eyes locked on the way he disappeared into you completely with every slide. Every scrape of your clit against the thick thatch of curls at the base of him sent you closer to the clouds, your head tossed back as you used him in a chase for euphoria. 

“Not yet,” you sighed as he began to whine, the elastic in your belly ready to snap as you found the angle that had every trigger being tapped with each descent over his girth.

“Yes ma’am,” he panted, your rule being broken as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, but you were past caring. 

When you clenched around him he had no control, your releases were simultaneous as you collapsed onto his damp chest, his hips rutting up into you as he spilled hot and thick inside of you, groaning in relief as his arms wrapped you up tightly. It was here you stayed as your lungs regulated, your lips drifting to drag along his throat as he drifted through the gardens of awake and asleep. You soothed him to settle for the night with your fingers in his hair, only leaving to clean yourself up and settle back in, his sleeping arms still waiting to grip you tightly when you returned.

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[drama--universe]

Savior

Requested by anonymous: Are your requests open? If they are can u do chishiya x teen!reader platonically ofc. Like the reader is friends with karube and Chota and Arisu somehow and they are in the tag game when chishiya saves them?😅

Pairing: Chishiya Shuntaro x reader (platonically)

Word Count: 1019 words

Warnings: curse words

A/N Reader is 16, also reader is Karube's sister, because of convenience.

The roads were empty, the whole of Tokyo was. Maybe even the whole of Japan. You were just lucky that you were with people you knew, you doubted that others had the same kind of luck.

Luckily, you were stuck with your brothers and his friends. Okay, maybe not too lucky but it was better than nobody.

You'd already finished the first game in this land and to say you were terrified was an understatement. Chota had gotten hurt, that woman who joined your group was a pain in the ass to both you and Karube, and of course this game. You didn't know what game it was just yet, but the phone in your hand just made realize how depressing this was for you. You might die at this point, hell you had enough visa yet you were standing here anyway.

"(Y/n), you okay?" Arisu was kind enough to notice your stress and you gave him a kind smile, sighing softly as you pulled at your sweater.

"I'm nervous, what if this is a tough game? What if it's a heart game?" You asked, your voice going up as you started stressing again. Arisu was quick to cover your mouth, giving you a stern look and you sighed before nodding. He let go of your mouth and you thanked him softly.

Just then the phone rang out, announcing the game to be a tag game. You could feel some relief about the fact that it was a physical game and not a mental game. You were just a bit better with physical games.

When the game started, you were quick to run into the complex while trying every door, hoping that one would miraculously open. Of course it wouldn't be so easy, the first floor was too stupid. So you went up to the highest floor and started searching again before hearing a scream, followed by loud shots.

The hunter had a gun.

"How is this a tag game?" You mumbled as you leaned over the edge to look down, eyes landing on the hunter with the horse mask. One problem.

They were looking straight at you as well, gun raised in your direction.

"Get down." Someone growled and you were pulled to the ground, shots fired right above your head, leaving burn and bullet marks on the wall. You looked to your savior, a man with blond hair and cat-like eyes was staring at you. It was clear that he was a bit annoyed as he sat down while you tried to ignore the shots that were still aimed at you.

"Thank you." You mumbled, the fear in your voice was clear to anyone. You didn't expect a game to be so cruel.

The previous game was horrible and inhumane, but it was still just a game against a system. This wasn't a game anymore, this was straight up murder where the tagger was basically promised the win. They didn't even need to search, just shoot everyone from a distance and they'd win. It was unfair, which in turn terrified you.

Without even noticing, you were panicking again. The man next to you seemed to notice this, but he didn't move or anything.

"Just hide yourself, someone will figure it out. If not, then at least the hunter dies too." He spoke and you looked at him, snapping out of your trance to stare at him in shock and disbelief.

"I can't just let others do all the work, that's unfair. Also dangerous, everyone might be fucking idiots." You said and he scoffed before getting up. The shots had seized, the hunter had moved on and you could hear others yelling loudly.

"Seems they found the room." The man stated, his eyes trailing to the door that Arisu stood by. You quickly got up as well, staring at Arisu before running down the stairs to his floor and joining him in the found room.

"(Y/n)! There are two buttons, help me out!" Arisu exclaimed and you nodded before shrieking when a gunshot sounded again, followed by a sharp pain in your arm. You turned around, being faced by the hunter. They towered over you and you could only shrink back further as they refilled the gun before raising it back to you. Before they could shoot, they jerked before falling to the ground with the blond man behind them, taser in his hand and still crackling loudly.

"That's the second time." He stated before looking up as someone else climbed through the window, looking around the room before getting up to help Arisu with the buttons while you just backed up again. When she got ready to hit the button, the hunter awoke again and started firing at her and Arisu. You got pulled back again, landing on your butt behind the blond man as he slammed the door shut. The shots stopped and he opened the door again, throwing the taser to the female climber and she tased the hunter again. Then she and Arisu slammed their hands on the two red buttons, to which the phone chimed and the announcement rang.

The hunter on the ground was revealed to be a woman before the necklace exploded and effectively killed her while also covering everything in a layer of blood.

"Three times, kid. You own me one." The man besides you said and you looked up, frowning as you tried to figure out if he was serious. He seemed serious, his face remained emotionless like before.

"I didn't ask you to! You just did." You replied and he looked down at you with a smirk.

"If you ever want to return the favor, find me on The Beach. Tell them Chishiya recommended you." He said before stalking off with his hands pushed into his pockets. You just stared at him before getting up to follow Arisu out and find your brother again.

Chishiya on the other hand had already returned to the car he came in, waiting for his others teammates before thinking back to you. You were a student, that much was clear, hence why he told you about the Beach.

He was responsible for multiple deaths by now, but he could save you.

[draco-dormiens]

THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Fifteen

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

warnings: draco being, well, draco

wc: 2495

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Chapter Fifteen: You Said Yes, Right?

"You said yes, right?"

Hermione was looking at you with such intensity that you felt uncomfortable in your seat. You had explained to her what was waiting for you the night prior, and she was ecstatic until you had informed her of your answer.

"I didn't know what to do," you raise your hands as if you're under arrest, "he caught me in a whirlwind and then I just stumbled."

"Did you take the flowers?"

"He insisted."

"Y/N," she slams her hands on the table before her, the others in the library looking around, "do you even realise how many girls talk about him? Edward Chambers wants to take you to the ball, and you said I need to think about it?"

Madam Pince peeks around the corner of a nearby bookshelf, and you lean in across the table.

"Would you keep your voice down?" you whisper sternly, "you're going to draw attention."

"I'm just confused," she whisper shouts back, "why wouldn't you say yes? Do you not like him? Is he secretly really weird or something? Do you know something no one else does?"

Then it hits her, and she falls back in her seat. You didn't need to answer, because she already knew what you were going to say. "Malfoy," she sighs disappointedly.

"I can't help it."

"I know," she says softly, sharing a small smile with you, "but you're doing that one thing you promised me you wouldn't."

"Huh?" you play dumb.

"You're putting things on hold for him," she reminds you, pointing aggressively at the table, "you know it's no good."

She was right. Painstakingly so. You let out a big puff of air before burying your head in your arms. Hermione gently rubs your head comfortingly.

"What is wrong with me," you mumble into your sleeves.

"You're not allowing yourself to move on," she tells you, "I can't imagine it's easy, but you've already told me you can't see a future where this works out. Edward seems a nice guy, just give him a shot. Nothing has to come of it."

Hermione spoke some wisdom. Edward was very keen on the eye, and from how polite he was last night, you could imagine he was gentlemen. You sigh deeply, still nuzzled against your crossed arms. There was a guilt eating at you, as if you were somehow betraying Draco if you said yes, even though there was no active romance between you. This feeling was up there with the worst of them.

"If I say yes," you mumble some more, "then what would you do? We were going together."

"I'll be fine," she shrugs, smiling, "I'll just go with Neville. I know he hasn't found a date yet."

You put your hand out, and Hermione takes it with a squeeze.

"Love you, 'Mione. I don't know what I'd do without you."

She laughs lightly.

"I love you too," she says, "I just want you to be happy. That's all."

"Happy is a word I'm not too familiar with at the moment." You mutter miserably.

"I hate to add fuel to the fire," Hermione then says, looking a little sheepish when your eyes lock, "but don't you think Draco will be attending with someone?"

"I'm sure of it," you roll your eyes, "and I know exactly who without having to guess."

Hermione follows your line of vision, spotting the stunning Slytherin on the other side of the library, studying alone.

"In that case," she turns back to you, "I say you have nothing to lose."

With only two days left until the dance, you hadn't much time to dwell over Edwards question. He had been patient, waiting for your answer an entire day, when you decided to put him out of his misery. You were going to agree to being his date at the weekend, whether your heart wanted to or not. Draco was at the back of your mind the entire walk there, agreeing to meet Edward at the front entrance, out of sight of the other students who were making their way to their dorms for the night. You didn't want to be the talk of Ravenclaw tower just yet.

Whilst you walked, several scenarios played in out in your head. How you were going to tell Draco was the main one. Of course, there was no need for you to feel guilty, but the guilt was gnawing at you anyway. As you turned down the last corridor, your worst nightmare just happened to be walking towards you, as if he'd materialized right out of your thoughts.

"Y/N," he says a little breathless, dressed in his Quidditch robes, no doubt coming back from practice, "fancy running into you this late."

"Yes," you say, nervously, which entices him to raise an eyebrow at your strange demeanour, "just fancied a walk is all."

"Towards the castle entrance?" he smirks playfully, "are you trying to escape?"

You laugh awkwardly, and he senses something is very off. The universe really had it in for you.

"You seem weird," he moves a little closer, and you step back abruptly, "everything okay?"

"Everything is just fine," you nod your head, gripping the sides of your robes. Unfortunately for you, Draco wasn't stupid, "I really should get going, I need to-"

"Hey," Edwards voice comes echoing down the corridor behind Draco, and he spins to face the boy, who's look of confusion only adds to the mystery, "I was wondering where you were, Y/N. Everything alright here?"

Edward eyes Draco cautiously, before coming to stand at your side. Draco looks unimpressed, disappointed and curious all at the same time.

"Did you need something, Malfoy?" Edward continues to prod, noticing how ridged Draco's body had become suddenly, like he was ready to lay one right in Edwards jaw. The Ravenclaw captain showed no fear towards the infamous Slytherin.

"Nothing," he says stiffly, "I was just asking Y/N where she was heading."

"Is it any of your business?" Edward steps forward slightly, in a threatening manner, and without thinking your hand reaches out to grab Edwards wrist in an attempt to stop any conflict. Draco's eyes shoot right to the point of contact.

"It is when a student is out past curfew," Draco's grey eyes slide up meet Edwards, and then his award winning snigger breaks out across his face, a look that sends a shiver down your spine, "I'm sure Flitwick would be pleased to know his star player likes breaking the rules."

"Like hell he'd listen to you," Edward retracts, and your heart begins to thunder under your ribcage, "you're nothing but old news, Malfoy. Get out of our way."

"Our way?" Draco chuckles devilishly, and then makes direct eye contact with you, "how interesting."

"C'mon, Y/N," Edward tugs on your arm gently, "let's leave this creep to it."

You're being pulled away before you can speak, looking back to see that Draco was already walking in the opposite direction. Your heart began to sting. The desire to run back and tell him it wasn't what it looked like, and that Edward is just a fellow student, he's nothing to you, was raging throughout your body. As soon as Edward takes you around the corner, your heart sinks into your stomach as you lose sight of Draco.

"Sorry about that," Edward breathes, smiling down at you with a completely different air about him, "not sure why he was so interested, but hey ho. Not to worry now. You wanted to talk?"

"Um, yes," you swallow thickly in an attempt to push down the lump in your throat, "I just wanted to accept your offer."

Edwards face lit up.

"Oh, really?" he says, "that's truly wonderful, Y/N. I'm so glad."

"Me too," you muster a smile for him, and then he's pulling you in for a hug. The feeling of another boys arms is foreign. You can tell it isn't Draco, as if he has a distinct way of touching you. You knew this person was different, because it felt different. The electricity you usually feel was but a small spark, if even that. To be polite, you hug him back loosely.

"Well, you must pick a dress," he says, pulling back, "have you seen one you like at all? Any colours? I'll obviously go with your colour scheme."

He was very sweet, and handsome, that much was obvious. He smiles a toothy grin.

"I have but it was rather pricey," you laugh breathlessly, "it was blue."

"The perfect colour, is it not?" Edward nudges your arm gently, "I'd be happy to buy it for you."

"Oh, no, I couldn't allow you to do that," you wave your hands dismissively, "I can find another one that's much more in my budget."

Edward gives you a lopsided smile, and his eyes soften as he looks down at you. He's looking at you like Draco does, like you're something... special.

"Whatever you want," he takes your hand a presses a feathery kiss, and the heat rushes to your face, "if blue is what you would like, then that is what you shall have."

You smile lightly, but soon look to the ground so he couldn't see how utterly flustered you were right now. Edward was so graceful, almost elegant in the way he handled you in those few short moments. It wasn't the same nervous feeling you have around Draco, you were merely flattered.

"I should probably get back to my room," you then tell him, "it's kind of late."

"Then I shall walk with you," he puts his arm out for you to link with, and memories of your walk into Hogsmeade on Draco's arm come flooding in like tidal waves. You thank him quietly, and take his arm, walking rather silently towards the tower together.

It was strange, foreign, almost. Edward never pushed you to speak, just every now and then commenting on the things you passed by. He was a calm presence, nothing chaotic or unnerving about being around him. You knew that many girls at school were interested in him from the whispers and rumours that would fly around the common room. He was unproblematic, polite and a teachers favourite. He always did well on tests and came out in the top scores. He was as nice to look at as he was to talk to. A star Quidditch player and an example student, and here you were on his arm, somewhere girls would fight tooth and nail to be.

There was just one problem.

One small, very nagging problem…

He wasn't Draco Malfoy.

Friday morning Draco felt physically sick. What on earth were you doing with Edward Chambers? He had suspected it had something to do with the ball, but his mind was so congested with thoughts of you sneaking off to be alone with someone else he didn't make much room for any common sense.

The way you grabbed his wrist. It hadn't been that long since you were both crying and confessing between the lines at the astronomy tower. He then felt guilt, guilty that he was angry about this when it was his decision to go along with his family. He then wonders if he should've fought more, made it clear to his parents he wasn't going to just settle. It might be too late for that now, he thinks. He's made his bed, and it was time to lie in it.

Alone and miserable.

He actively avoids you for the most part, keeping his head down during classes and taking the long route to anywhere he needs to be. Luckily for Draco, he knew every crack and crevice of this castle from sneaking around during his sixth year. He didn't trust himself to not be awful about it, especially since he was less than kind the other night. He could've just let you go, but no, he had to make some snide remark before passing by. If that hadn't bugged you, then he was sure seeing his face might do the trick.

It was late, the evening before the ball, excitement and anticipation hung thickly in the air. The smell protruding the hallways was absolutely delicious, the elves busy preparing a feast fit for a king. Draco was feeling especially melancholy tonight, making his way, with a bunch of flowers his mother had owled to him during breakfast in his hands, to Astoria Greengrass's dorm room.

You have left it rather late, his mother's letter read, but I took it upon myself to find out miss Greengrass's favourite flowers. You must ask her tonight, Draco. You shall be lucky if she is free.

Even the curvature of her words makes him feel furious. He rapped his knuckles on the wooden door, asking her friends if she was there prior, and waits just outside until the light from Astoria's room spills out into the corridor. She's dressed in a dusty pink gown, slippers to match, and lets out a squeak of surprise upon seeing him.

"Draco," she says, jumping back behind the door, "I wasn't expecting anyone."

"It's only me," he smiles thinly, "you don't need to hide."

She lets out a small chuckle in relief.

"I suppose not," she moves to block the light once more, her eyes now drawn towards the bouquet of pink roses in his hand, "are those flowers?"

"For you," Draco presents them to her, "I know it's late, but you don't happen to have a date for tomorrow night, do you?"

Astoria tries to hide the pure joy in her features, but Draco see's the way her eyes sparkle at the question. He thinks it's a shame his heart can't learn to love her.

"I actually do not," she laughs nervously, gently stroking the petals on one of the roses, "I was, well, it might sound a little weird, but... hoping you might come by, if you hadn't decided on someone else."

He could see she was looking at him with anticipation for an answer. She wants to know if she is a second choice to someone else. Someone else being you. He doesn't have the heart to confirm her suspicions, so instead smiles best he can.

"I'm just a nervous person deep down," he tells her, a little white lie to quell the uneasiness, and her shoulders slump a little in relief, "I was going to ask you a while ago."

"Oh," she yet again tries to mask her excitement, biting down on her lip, "well, in that case, I would love to go with you, Draco. Thank you for asking me."

"Colour?"

"Do you need to ask?"

He lets out a breathless chuckle.

"I'll be waiting for you in the common room tomorrow night at seven," he then relays to her, and she quickly moves in to press her lips to his cheek in a fleeting kiss.

"Sounds wonderful," she breathes, backing into the doorway. His body goes rigid, not sure how to feel about that sudden gesture, "goodnight, Draco."

"Yeah, night," he then stutters to say, rubbing the back of his neck. She may think she flustered him, but in reality he feels nothing but awkwardness. The door closes, the light from the room disappearing and leaving him in the dim corridor. He lets out a deep sigh, before falling back against the wall.

"I do hope you're happy, mother," he mumbles to himself.

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

dividers from: @firefly-graphics & @happy-ash-edits

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This may be the most important film related to Good Omens.

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BAE CAN I GET A FTM READER WITH EDDIE MUNSON AND THE READER IS JUST LIKE SO IN LOVE WITH HIM AND HES ALL "I llohe you" WHEN HES DRUNK OR SMTH PLS ☹️☹️

Universe it's Eddie Munson calling

Pairing: Eddie munson x trans male reader

Tags: Love confession, Getting together, Frist kiss

Word count: 1019

Athour note : Heya bestie hope you like it, it went in a direction and i just followed it.

Eddie Munson had gotten himself into many strange and confusing situations before he thrived on weird shit, but this right here was the strangest. Eddie had finally done it; he had graduated so what better way to celebrate than to get wasted with his best friend/ person he may or may not have feelings for. Wrong bad idea because a drunk Y/N is a very cuddly Y/N.  

So, he’s trapped against the sofa cushions with Y/N cuddled into his side watching him with a soft smile enjoying his buzz while Eddie is suffering, maybe all those people who told him he would be punished for his sins were right because Eddie is truly being punished. 

“I like your stupid face, it's so stupid and pretty and I like it " 

Eddie lazily looks down and grins “aren't you a charmer” 

Y/N reaches up with his hand and twirls a strip of Eddie's hair around his finger and narrowly avoids hitting Eddie in the face due to his drunken clumsiness “your hairs so pretty and soft and your smile is so cute” 

And Eddie is dead, deceased, his head stone would read ‘Here lies Eddie Munson died because a cute boy told him he was pretty and played with his hair’ pathetic, But Eddie knows Y/N would regret this in the morning, so he does what he does best he acts. 

“And you are officially cut off my friend” He shifts and takes the bottle from his friend's hands dislodging Y/N from his side to lean forward and put it down on the table. 

Y/N whines as Eddie fully gets up from the couch and tries to get him up too. It doesn’t take long till Eddie has him standing with his arm wrapped around his waist to keep him steady, Y/N steps forwards and almost falls over  

“I think I'm going to throw up” He slurs  

“Okay, Lets go”  

Eddie drags him along as quickly as he can to the bathroom, as soon as they get close enough Y/N practically runs to the toilet bowl. Eddie rubs his hand in a soothing motion up Y/N's back. Thankfully or not, Y/N doesn't actually throw up. 

“Let it out man, let it out”  

“I Llohe you” Y/N slurs  

“I know man love you too”  

“No, no you don’t get it, I love you” Y/N says turning to look at him. 

He truly is in hell and as much as he wants to freak out that the guy, he loves apparently loves him back, he has to take care of him "I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, making sure you don’t choke” 

Y/N seems pleased with his answer, so he turns back around and sways, Eddie really needs to get him to sleep “Time for bed” 

Eddie helps him up off the bathroom floor and they both stumble to Eddie's bedroom. He sits Y/N down on his bed and looks for something for Y/N to sleep in. He places it next to him and turns around letting Y/N get himself dressed, which thankfully he manages. 

He helps him climb clumsily into bed and tucks him in, he turns to leave but hes stopped by a hand grabbing his t-shirt “Eddie,-ddie Wait” 

“What sweetheart?” 

“I really love you, like Really Really”  

“Okay, tell me in the morning when you’re not absolutely shit faced” The metal head says watching Y/N struggle to keep his eyes open 

“stay” Y/N mumbles before his hand finally releases his shirt 

After a long debate with himself he climbs in next to him, he spends the rest of the night watching Y/N sleep before he finally drifted off himself. 

“Morning sunshine, how’s that hangover treating you?” 

“I’m in hell and you are the devil” Y/N mumbles glaring as Eddie offers him a glass of water 

“Here” 

Eddies watches silently as Y/N sits up and take a gulp of the glass of water, he sits in the now vacant space at the end of the bed and waits but patients were never his strong suit so he can’t help it and asks “Do you Rember anything from last night”  

“Not really”  

Shit “So, don’t freak out”  

Y/N freezes “Why would I freak out”  

There is a time in one's life where they come across a crossroad and this is his, he could say nothing and continue pretending that it didn't happen, or he could come clean and let it all Lay out "Last night you may or may not have confessed your undying love to me” 

Silence fills the room and Eddie thinks fuck maybe he should have chosen the first option instead, avoided seeing the look of his best friend's face. 

“Please tell me I didn’t” 

 The metal head brings a piece of hair to his mouth and nods " You did” 

“Fuck” 

Eddie agrees ‘Fuck’ indeed  

“Y/N” he waves his hand in front of face “I didn’t break you, did I?”  

“If it helps, I love you too” Eddie said leaning forward and pressed his lips to Y/N's own, his lips were warm and perfect. He already knew he’d become addicted to kissing him.  

For a moment Y/N sat frozen and Eddie wondered for a moment if he truly did break him but a moment later, he was pressing right back and bringing his hand to tangle in the metal head hair. 

When they pull apart, they don’t go far. Y/N looks like his entire world has just been flipped upside down and Eddie can relate. 

“oh” 

“yes ‘oh’ come on your meant to be the smart one in this relationship” Eddie teases brushing the back of his knuckle lightly against Y/N cheek 

“Right, how could I forget”  

Y/N leans forward and presses a quick kiss to Eddie's lips before pulling away with a sigh “I need to shower” 

Eddie leans forwards and makes a show of sniffing "Definitely” 

“  You're hilarious” 

“I know” 

Eddie snickers as Y/N climbs out of bed and almost falls on his ass 

“Fuck you, I meant to do that”  

“ Sure you did sweetheart” 

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new blog from paraliveeee yeiii<3 , can I request hdncs of hug and care sessions for cozmez (separately ~) after a competition maybe?., well just a gn reader who likes to show his affection as a reward after the boys gave their all on stage: '))

Summary: How you would take care of the cozmez boys after a performance.

Pairing: cozmez X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Headcanon

Word Count: 1019

Warning: Nayuta's has spoilers for Episode 7, trauma, trap reactions, mentions self harm

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I hope I did it justice! Also I want to apologize for taking forever in answering it. I just really wanted to make sure I did it right!

Kanata Yatonokami:

Every competition is hard for him

That's only because half the time he's worrying about Nayuta

Old habits die hard and that counts for on the stage

He cares a lot about his brother so he pushes harder than him so he doesn't get hurt from the phantometal

That doesn't always happen but it's the thought that counts

That's why he all but collapses on top of you when he's done performing

He's sore and in pain and soon his trap reaction is going to hit

And while he'll never admit it, he's terrified

So what do you need to do? 

Give him love and cuddles of course!

Kanata's going to deny it at first

He doesn't need to be coddled like a child

But deep inside he can't deny it feels good to be cared for

Especially from you

For once, it doesn't feel like he needs to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders

He can relax with you and feel completely at peace

As soon as the trap reaction hits, Kanata's not pushing you away anymore

In fact, he can't stop pulling you closer

You need to swarm him, completely invade his sense

Hug him as tight as possible

Remind him that you are still with him even as he slips into dark memories

He wants to be reminded that he is not alone, that you are still right there as he goes through this awful pain

Imagine him like a cat where he sinks his fingers into your skin

He might even bite you

He doesn't mean to hurt you in any way, shape, or form, but he needs to ground himself

He needs something to tether to and you're the one holding him

You're the one stroking his hair, hugging him tight, whispering to him words of encouragement

He's going to hold onto you every way and hold on so tight so he doesn't slip away

Eventually, and it takes some time, the trap reaction will fade

If Kanata thought he was exhausted before...

It's even worse now

He has completely lost all energy

He will drop his dead weight on top of you

He's just so tired and that trap reaction sapped the last remaining remnants of his energy away

Poor thing is absolutely dead tired

Here's hoping you can carry him

Because you're going to be the one to carry him to bed

Nayuta will offer to help but he's not looking any better than his brother

It's best if you handle it on your own

As soon as his head hits the pillow, sleep almost overtakes him

He's coherent enough to pull you down with him

Again, Kanata will deny it to his last dying days

But he loves cuddling with you like this

He's still trying to ground himself and he needs you with him

He can't sleep without you

So tuck this baby close to your body and kiss his forehead

He'll smile sweetly and whisper how much he loves you right before falling asleep

And when he wakes up later

He'll smile fondly and hold you close now

It's the least he can do for what you've done for him

Nayuta Yatonokami:

Okay spoilers for this one but I have to talk about it

It's the only way

If you don't want to read the spoilers, watch episode seven and then come back

Okay, now for his reaction

We all know he's got that corrosion going on

There is no way it's all gone and he's felt what it's like to go through with that

Performing is extra daunting to this poor boy

It hurts to rap and to create his illusions

But he loves performing with his brother so he will endure the pain to the best of his ability

And he'll push himself too far

He's just trying to keep up with his brother

And that comes back to bite him

If you think Kanata is too much after a performance, Nayuta is worse

Kanata will at least try to act like he's strong and can handle it

Nayuta almost completely loses consciousness every time he performs too hard

His body can't handle the effects of the phantometal like his brother

He uses it too much and he's hurting because of it

You'll need to place nurse for him as you comfort him

Make sure he's safe and not too physically injured

Bandages are a must and he needs water

This is all before the trap reaction has set in

And you'll want to patch him up beforehand because he becomes erratic when the reaction comes

Nayuta's all apathy and creepy laughs

He's seen what he's done to others and the pain he's feeling

He doesn't care anymore about anything

You'll need to hold him tight so he doesn't hurt himself

Keep a close eye on him and remind him how much you love him

He's going to need it

Sure, he's going to deny it and push you away

But deep down he wants to hear it

He needs to be told that someone besides his brother loves him, that they would care if the corrosion took away his life

Really, the boys switch temperaments when the trap reactions hit

Eventually the reaction will subside and this time Nayuta really will pass out

His poor, battered body can't keep up with the phantometal any longer at that point

Please make sure to catch him and bring him to bed

Watch over him and keep him safe

Oh, and cuddle him like your life depends on it

Because when Nayuta wakes up

And you're holding onto him like he might drift away, like he's your whole world

It will honestly bring a tear to his eye

Because he never realized how much you needed him and how much he needs you

And he'll hold you close and kiss your face

He'll whisper in your ear while you're asleep all the reasons he loves you

Because he loves you so much

And everything you do for him means the absolute world to him