#but im so behind in schoolwork its embarrassing so

[aphrorite]

-ˏˋ sweetheart diaries ˊˎ- #8 !! 🥞💫🧸

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⋆ ✧₊ june 14th 2022 🎻🍞🐻 ⊹ɞ

hewwo diary :3 today im din hav too ba day, or may bee im jus block out da bad parts >_< im slight vent buuuuut also a feel teensy 🤏 bit bwetter. <3

tw vent // vent regression

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so where do im start diary? 😮😮 oh ya ! :3 2day im woke up likeee 10 mins before my bus came so im din hav much time 2 get ready BUT BUT BUT ,,, im did wear deordoorrant which is gud ! cos usually when i wakes up lil lwates dese days , im forget deodorant n it make me very embarrassed bcos im stress sweat easily … n dont wanna bother peoples w bad smellys ))): so am proud dat im din forget this time!!! ^ω^ am wore a maroon varsity jacket dat matches my school colours <3 denim jean shorts n a white tubbie top along w my signature pearl necklace :33 im was feeling very pretty today 🙈😊

sooo todays im got on bus in time 🚌 ^o^ im din get time eat breakfast doe so im was hungry ))))): gurgurugyrle. maths class was really borinf n i din really understand it >_< n den art class was vry rypical but im had funny moment where im went to refill the paper towel n just as i refill it there dis guy who looked down at the papertowel like :0 then at me like :0 and we had a good laugh <3 (:

im kinda sad doe because recently my friend has been acting weird :I she wa skinda passive aggressive to me when i explained to her tht i was hanging out w my close friend for stranger tings s4 n was like “i understand u wanted to hangout w him but likeee im here you know” which mad eme feel kinda sad and obliged when i dont owe her any of my time as a friend . bcos if we were gonna aply this logic to her than id passively aggressive remark her everytime she hang out w her friends. and she has lots. but i dont. im dont even b mad or express it. ya it kinda lonely and a lil sad bc i wish i had lot friend like her doe honestly she just kinda poopy friend rn ): n even when she hangout w other friend i understand cos everyone have ofher fg and she do too and she not obliged to hangout w me but when she do its like im not even dere. u inv me and rhen trweat me badly. is meanie. and den after that day i tried hanging out w her or a few day later n then she really left me out n i just walk behind everyone and felt so alone and she din even say goodbye to me when i walked into my class so i felt so alone and left out and unwanted ): i wanted 2 cry ))): after dat day things habent felt the same and seein what she posts on her story makes me feel like it a slap in the face becos she always talking abt how she so stressed abt schoolwork but i see her hanging out w her friends every single day and den she complains abt it, n then complains abt people msging her n doesnt reply and it makes her sound rlly ungrateful ): ik she jusy very stressed bur if she is then she should let people know to take it easy on her but she dont n it really… urhhggg it make me ): angy. sad. bothered. annoyed. and its ok to feel day way cos its emorions and i am allowed to. *sigh* im jusy wish dings were diff cos i thought she were my rock doe for now i just distance :I

im gor driveb work n it was :IIIII,,, OH OMGGGG im went into winners and i found dese rlly cute stuffies n a playmat!! a lady looked ar me weird but im kiddo so is ok if i look at toys n placemats ):< even if i not kiddomo it still ok hmph )):<< but YA they were so cute uhggg im wants buy them so bad it was $40 OG but was going for $30 so only 10% off T^T hmph. dey were feel like pillows doe when i touch the playmat so now i reallllyyy want a playmat or a pink rug :0 for my room !!!!

so den i ate lunch n it was yummy 😋:3 but when i try deunk me water it had soap in it becaos im not priplery clean waterborfl yesterday!!!!! ): but fortunatel y im make myself custom order at starbuck n manage to get a deal ! im wanted fhe deagonfruit lemonade refresher but for a grande 470 ml it was 5.85, so im did custom lemonade w 2 pump raspberry, scoop of strawberry, dragonfruit infusiob and light ice in a venti 780 ml and got that for 5.35 so i got a deal for the same taste :DD 😋😁 i happy it mobile ordee roo soo im not have to spend time trying to tell ordwer cos im get anxious sometime ))): esp w starbuck. i am ok w ordering boba sometime bcos im know what i want but starbuck mot so mych ))):

work kinda made me sad ): im was on stock and the only ding i get as a gift for working at it for 4 ish month is a 75$ gift card dat would b like… abt 1-2 paycheck (basically one biweekly for a month) but i did internship for free for 4 month. ): i just wish i learnee more or had a more enjoyable experience because honestly my boss is very toxic and she completely didnt even inv me to the employee photo for an outfit op which make me feel excluded and alone, hearing them all pose and laugh outside on the sales floor while i worked on stock alone in the back ):

my rl mom told me that alone i stand out feom the crowd as a star and dont need people like them who seek external validation which sort of made me feel better but i just wish id feel not so alone even when in crowds ): im always feel like an alien or an outsider )):

im got home, pet my furbaby, n then fell asleepy when im not supposed to ): so i feel bad abt taking nap. im sleep for 3 hr wake up n is 8:30 . im did homework which was personal finance n was kinda hard so i couldnt get alot done :I my rl mom gav me food doe before bed n brought it up which was nice bc i was only thinkin of homeworks n not of dindin. so im ate bacon egg and some 🍜 😊😋 yum yum.

am was hesitant but im called my clwose friend cos recently him n i gots in situation dat really made me sad ): we had a heart-to-heart conversation dwoe and now have a better understanding and i am so relieved dat i checked on him bc i miss his voice n his lil laughs n stutters ))’: and he missed me too which made my heart warm ( ^ω^ ) am glad that im din cry too cos if i did then itd b difficults to speak but im was super super strong today !!! im still strong when im cry but today???? nah im was strong strong ! hehe

so ya im talk w him for like hour n den now i in bed. im gon fill out habit tracker, manifestation n shut my eye, dat p much da update diary. i am very very sad indivudal and im trying to get theough it befor i relapse relapse n dings go sour. i am jusr hoping that my stress will b taken away soon and dat i can finally have my wants and needs come to fruition. i love u diary. muwah muwah.

and im also want dino hoodie but cant find any one i likes :S hmmmph ):< but am will find one one day ! <3

╭┈─────── urs truly, ࿐ ˊˎ-

╰┈➤ sweetheart xx

#sfw agere #sfw agere blog #agere #aphrorite.diary #🌸

[not-mandip]

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#i was gonna redraw this because I like this #like a fully clothed version not just underwear #i still could tbh #but im so behind in schoolwork its embarrassing so #THASMIN ART #once im done with this semester i'll do something fun😏 if you know what i mean #doctor who #13th doctor #dw fanart #fanart #mine #my art #thasmin

[ferg0s]

Ok so now im stuck on the aomine porn theme and I desperately want a fic where a broke college student reader does a film with aomine for textbooks

id do it for less ngl kinda changed up the plot 😈

Getting into college was one challenge. Staying in college is another.

Everyday you would wake up wishing you could turn back time to when you were in high school - oh how free you were, financially of course - before the weight of all your problems hit you. Living on campus was a scam on its own. The amount you were paying was not worth the shitty air conditioning and garbage vomit of food. You had spent all your saved up funds paying your tuition for classes and your dorm, not to mention your car payments. It was fun to have around and did help a lot when it came to commuting to your job. Until you swerved to avoid a deer on the road and ended up crashing your car into a tree. Luckily, you were fine - your car however….

Reading the expenses made you want to fake your death and move to Alaska. There was no way you could pay all of that without going into severe credit card debt. Your Insurace didn’t cover it and if you lost your car you’d mostly likely lose your job, the only source of income you have. The stress of everything really had it’s effects on you, mostly your schoolwork. You began to fall behind on assignments. Your eating habits changed, your sleep schedule was fucked. You could ask your parents… but you couldn’t handle the earful they’d give you about how they were right. You thought you had no other choice, you had to go into debt - until…

Trixie, you weren’t sure if that was her real name, sat next to you in the longest lecture you had. You liked her. She was fun, bubbly and always there to entertain you when you felt like sleeping in the lecture. You were normally a calm and composed person, never cracking under pressure, but after hearing Trixie ask you what’s wrong - and that’s when the food gates opened. It was embarrassing, to be borderline crying in such a public place, but you didn’t care. Trixie listened to you vent, offering a tissue and rubbing circles on your back and calming you down.

“I think I might be able to help,” Trixie told you as she gave you another tissue.

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Standing infront of the apartment door you wondered if this was really worth it. You almost wanted to bash Trixies skull in for even suggesting you do something like this, but then again what choice did you have. You desperately needed the money and she said you wouldn’t have to show your face. Plus it has been a while since you got some action…

Your hand hesitantly reached up and pressed down on the doorbell next to the door frame, hearing its ring echo in the apartment inside. For a second you heard nothing, you stood in silence as you reflected on the situation - ‘every life decision I’ve made led up to me doing this,’ you thought - the sudden sound of footsteps broke your train of thought. You heard the metallic sound of the lock twisting and then the door opened. The heavy smell of cologne hit you along with the sudden brightness coming from the apartment. The man at the door was much taller than you, causing you to tilt your head to look up at him. Your eyes met his, the intimidating glare he gave you was enough to make you want to run away. The black under shirt he wore complimented his tanned skin, and his dark blueish hair topped everything off. “Trixie sent me,” you managed to say while trying not to inhale the smell of the cologne. He stared down at you, as if examining you, before he Suddenly turned back and began to walk away. You stood by the door, dumbfounded, until you heard him call for you, “Close the door on your way in.” And so you did just that. You closed the door before taking off your shoes and tucking them away to the side.

“The bedrooms down the hallway to your left. First door to your right.” You heard him call out. By the tone of his voice you could tell that he was pretty nonchalant about the whole scenario. You did as you were told, walking down the hallway to your left and then into the first door on your right. It was a bed room… movie set. The lights were positioned around the bed, making sure to illuminate it at every angel and a high quality camera on a tripod at the foot of the bed. The walls of the room were padded with what you assumed was noice canceling panels.As you examines the room the door behind you shut, causing you to flinch, the man from before coming into view. As he walked towards the bed you got a full look at him. He was wearing pyjamas, looking like he had no care in the world, he has a rather athletic build… he was attractive.

“Okay,” he said turning back to you. “Safe words ‘velvet’, face away from the camera at all times and make as much noise as possible.”

Before you could even process what he has said he began to strip, taking off his shirt first before moving onto his pants. You stood in shock, eyes fixated of him - he quickly took notice of that. “Oi, you have to get naked too.”

It was embarrassing, having to strip down naked infront of a stranger. But you did it. The room was surprisingly not cold, borderline hot even, but that didn’t stop you from getting goosebumps. “C’mere,” he said gesturing to come to him. You walked over to the bed, him being on the other side. The distance the bed created made you feel more comfortable.

“Lay on the bed,” he said.

It was like going to some sick medical examination. He was looking down at you, poking and touching you like you were a rat about to be dissected by some high schoolers. He made his way down to your parted legs, opening your pussy lips. Your face burned as he examined you. “I think we can make use of this pretty pussy,” he said. He pulled his fingers away.

He walked over to the camera and turned it in, adjusting the angel and lowering the tripod to near the mattress level. He walked over to you, towering next to you beside the bed . “You ready?” He asked. You nodded and immediately he leaned down and pressed his lips on yours. You hesitated but kissed back - after all it was your job - you felt him get ontop of you, his body hovering over you as he deepened the kiss. He pulled back, catching his breath. “Remember what I told you before?” He asked. You recalled the safe word and his only request - be loud - and nodded. He gave you a smile and leaned back in. You knew this was professional business - but you couldn’t help but mix in a little bit of pleasure. You wouldn’t be able to score someone like him under normal circumstances, so you were trying to enjoy yourself. The kiss got sloppy, his tongue was lazily exploring your mouth as yours countered it’s movements. His hands began to roam down your body, the tips of his fingers ghosting over your skin. He trialed down your neck and to your chest, stopping at your breasts. He pulled away and looked down at them, a smile on his face.

“I could put these to good use if you want a bonus,” he smirked looking back up at you. You smiled - ‘why the fuck am I smiling?’ You thought - he leaned down and attached his mouth to your nipple, his tongue flicking the bud. You felt your nipple harden under the touch of his hot, wet tongue - his other hand soon following and grabbing your other boob. His fingers tweaked your nipples, toying with it as he pulled and fondled you. You didn’t have to try to fulfill his request - he knew exactly what he was doing. He pulled away, a string of drool connecting his bottom lip to the tip of your bud. As you tried to recollect your thoughts, you felt his lips on your neck, leaving soft kisses as he trialed his way down your chest. Each kiss zapped you with electricity, earning a gasp from you. His hands grabbed your sides, gently going down your curves as he dipped lower down your body. You held your breath, waiting for his lips to move underneath your bellybutton. The minute his lips grazed past and his head dipped lower your body tensed up and you subconsciously opened your legs to let him in.

The soft kiss on your mound sent butterflies to your stomach. The feeling of his tongue slithering it’s way between your folds made your head spin. Using his hands to spread your legs further apart, he began to flick your clit with his tongue. It was awkward yes - but it felt too good for you to care. Just as you fully submerged to the pleasure, he stopped, getting up and grabbing the camera. “We need a better angle,” he mumbled. For a second you forgot you were making porn. After adjusting the camera, bringing it way to close to where you laid, he got back between your legs. “Spread your legs more - I want your cunt to show.”

A sick part of you liked knowing you were being watched while getting ravished like this. A strangers face buried in your cunt, eating you out like his last meal, fingers stuffed in you - hooked and boxing your g-spot - while you grabbed your ankles and kept your legs open. You knew that moans in the standard pornos were fake - but the borderline screams you were letting out were real, a product of the skilled tongue and fingers of the man between your legs.

You had a minute to regroup your thoughts when he got up to move the camera once again. Your brain was fried, legs trembling, and face as hot as the sun. You barely processed him getting back ontop of you. His face was inches away from yours. “Okay - remember, velvet.” He said. You nodded, unable to look away from him. “I have a condom on - I’m going in - I might get intense so let me know if it hurts or if you want a different position - remember ‘velvet’ - and make a lot of noise.” You nodded like an airhead and watched as he lifted up your legs and began to adjust ontop on you. Getting in his knees and lining himself up. He reached over to the side table, grabbing a bottle. You watched him squirt the lube out and rub it on it dick, spreading the excess on your cunt.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for his size. No amount of lube, stretching, foreplay. “Fuck - you’re a virgin?” He hissed as he sunk deeper in your pussy. Your body, too overwhelmed, failed to respond to him. Your Mewls satisfied him and he began to move once you quiet down. Your legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him in deeper. You knew he said it was going to be intense - but not this intense. He fucked you mercilessly in that position, his body slapping against yours as his dick rearranged your digestive track. The heavy pants coming from him would occasionally turn into grunts and groans - maybe moans - which threw you over the edge. You could feel the liquid mixture of lube and your own slick dripping down your ass and onto the sheets. Your g-spot took the abuse like a champ, but it could only go for so long. You came, legs locking around him as you let out cries of pleasure - tears streaming down your face and nails digging into his (toned) back - promptly causing him to cum shortly after.

He was kind enough to let you use his shower. Throwing your clothes in the wash and making you a meal. When you came out you were met by a folded shirt and sweats in the bathroom sink. His folded shirt and sweats. You assumed your clothes were still being washed so you put them on and made your way to the living room. He sat at a kitchen island, laptop infront of him, as he took bites of the sandwich in his hand. “BLT,” was all he said. You got the hint ans grabbed the one waiting for you next to the stove. You sat down across from him, watching him as he focused on whatever was on the laptop. Suddenly he jerked up.

“Oh I almost forgot,” he got up and ran to the hallway. Coming back a minute later with a piece of paper and a pen. “Some legal stuff so I can use the material from tonight - I’ll send the money tomorrow so write your details and stuff too on the back.”

He put the paper infront of you and you grabbed the pen from his hand.

He kept his word and sent you the money, a little extra too because “you were easy to work with,” the phrase you didn’t understand the meaning of until you found yourself underneath him one more time as he stuffed your sore cunt with his dick. Not for business, but for pleasure.

#knb imagines #ferg0s #knb smut #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basquet #kurokos basketball #knb daiki aomine #knb aomine #aomine daiki #aomine x y/n #aomine imagines #aomine smut #aomine daiki x reader #aomine x reader

[morizoras-cave]

Sleepyhead (Request)

MCU cast x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Benedict Cumberbatch x gn!reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Request Description: Hiya♥️could i please request a teen x marvel cast were they always find her sleeping and taking naps everywhere around set and they confront her about it and she says something about having to take care of her little siblings because her parents are never arohnd do she gets no sleep. Sorry if its to long.❤❤❤❤❤😍🥰

Warnings: irresponsible parents, negligence, slight insecurity, stress

(A/N): sorry this is kind of centered around benedict, i find these mcu cast x reader ones difficult. also im watching a belarusian war-movie from 1985 about the holocaust. its absolutely terrifying (im very serious, i’d be cautious for trigger warnings). if you’re looking for a horror movie or something, search “come and see movie” on youtube and you’ll find the entire thing there (:

At first, it had been sweet. A testament to the insomniatic youth, if you will. In every closet, behind every door, and on every soft surface, you could be found in between takes, snoring away.

They all agreed you were probably watching movies or playing games up late at night, computer screen illuminating your face. Or maybe you were chatting with your faraway friends. Either way, it was almost endearing to find you drooling on the couches scattered around the set.

Sweet and endearing at first, yes. But then the feelings about it, the longer it went on, the more your mature and well behaved personality clashed with the idea of you staying up all night, the more the feelings about your frequent naps changed.

To the set workers, the coordinators and overseers of the countless tasks on set, it became an issue. 

“Where’s Y/n? We need them for the next scene!” 

More often than not, several people would be running around set in search of you. And of course you apologized profusely when they found and woke you, but it didn’t matter when you never changed.

But to your coworkers, the talented actors and actresses on set of this huge movie production, it was concerning. Because you were their friend, undoubtedly. 

When you would be pulled out a distant break room, rubbing your dark and drowsy eyes, mumblings would start among them. 

“Are they okay?” 

“They just seem so sensible, I don’t understand why they would stay up like that.” 

And then there was you. Young and unfortunate you. Just trying to do your best, trying to please everyone. It was impossible for anyone to know how much you were juggling with. 

You felt like a bird with a broken wing, still flying but bound to fall to its death. You knew it was too much. You knew it was only a matter of time before you broke. 

Most teens felt stressed with just schoolwork, and then there was you. Battling long set days and huge mounts of schoolwork. And then the family.

Your parents that never seemed to be around. They were both working all the time and often left you and your siblings to yourselves. The problems with that was that you were the eldest, and your siblings were too young to take care of themselves. You were the one left to bring home groceries, to make dinner, to bring them to bed, and to help them with any of their schoolwork or difficulties. 

And it was too much. Simply put it was too much for you. You had managed back when you were just another teen at school, but now you were in a movie, you had a JOB.

Usually you’d go to set and work your ass off, get home and help the kids all day, and then do your schoolwork in the night. You almost never got more than an hour or two of sleep, which was why you settled for small naps during your filming sessions. 

You were so stressed, and you wanted to be angry, because in truth you had every right to. But you were too tired and too busy to be angry. Too focused on your siblings and doing good as an actor. But you would never want to involve your coworkers. You thought it would be embarrassing and unprofessional to involve them. So you carried the weight all alone.

“Wake up! Wake up!” 

Someone was shaking you awake. You blinked your eyes open. A redhead set assistant was yelling in your face, grasping your shoulders. 

She stopped when she saw your eyes turning to slits, before widening to look at her. 

“Am I on?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. The lady scoffed.

“Are you on? Yeah, you’re on,” she spat and swung around, heels clicking on the floor, as she exited the break room briskly.

You were ashamed. Of course you were. You were so unprofessional and problematic. But you knew you had no other time to sleep, so this was your only option. The thought made you want to cry. 

Instead, you stood up and walked to where the scene would be filmed, through several hallways and technical rooms, before you arrived to the large set. 

Benedict, Robert, Tom (Holland), Chris (Pratt), Pom, and Dave were all gathered and ready to film. Your face was on fire, so you avoided their gazes, and just got into position to film the next scene. 

Benedict and Robert exchanged glances as you yawned, but before they could talk to you (as it seemed everyone was getting fed up with your constant sleepiness) the director yelled “action”, and the acting resumed. 

You all did the scene and you, surprisingly, did okay for having woken up about five minutes earlier. You continued doing several scenes for the movie all together, going through about three full scenes.

When the director was satisfied, everyone started scattering. You, rubbing your tired eyes, was already beelining for the break room, hoping to see an empty couch for you to crash.

However, before you could sneak off to catch some z’s, you felt a firm hand on your shoulder. You blinked, turning around and gazing at the person who had grabbed your shoulder. It was Benedict, Robert, Tom and Chris not fat behind him. He had a stern look on his face. 

“Y/n, we need to talk.”

“Yeah, sure, what’s up?” your tone was casual, or perhaps too exhausted to express any real emotion, but inside you felt your stomach churn with anxiety. 

“Why are you always sleeping?” Robert chimed in. 

“Yeah, because if you’re up watching Youtube or whatever, you probably shouldn’t!” Tom said.

“Not that we’re assuming that that’s what you’re doing! It’s just- You know..,” Chris explained, voice full of panic.

You smiled softly. You recognized that they were coming from a place of worry. Then, your heart sunk slightly. You could cry. Again. Over the thought of your lack of time and your endless responsibilities. 

“It’s nothing serious, it’s just..” you trailed off, trying to figure out how you could make it sound less sad. Things always sounded worse when spoken out loud, you found. “I have two siblings, and my parents are never around, so I’m kind of the person taking care of them.” 

Your coworkers in front of you fell silent. You could see it on their faces. They didn’t like it. 

“You?” Robert said finally, and you just nodded. 

“So, you’re doing a movie, doing school, and taking care of your siblings at the same time?” Benedict repeated slowly, and once again you just nodded. There was nothing more to say. 

“Why aren’t your parents there?” Chris asked in his serious-unserious voice. 

“They’re working a lot,” you mumbled, disliking the collective attention on you. The thought of the couch made you yearn for some rest. You could tell that there were many things they wanted to do in that moment. They wanted to fix it all. 

“Can’t you tell them you don’t have time?” 

“I’ve tried that already. They say they don’t have a choice,” to this, both Robert and Benedict scoffed and shook their heads. You just watched with heavy eyes. 

“Alright. Here’s what’s going to happen,” Benedict said quietly, eyes boring into yours, “I’m going to call a nanny to look after your siblings for a couple of days, don’t worry I’ll pay. You’re going to back to the hotel and sleep for at least 10 hours. When you’ve done that, and only when you’ve done that, will we talk about how we’ll move forward with your parents.” 

You were quiet. You couldn’t stand up to your parents like Benedict wanted you to. You just couldn’t. They were busy and that was understandable. 

Although, you had to admit, the thought of sleeping for 10 hours was enticing. Heck, worst case scenario, you could settle for 5! Your tiredness was like heavy cuffs and chains on your body, and Benedict stood with the shining, golden key right in front of you. 

“Benedict, I- I can’t do that to my parents-”

“No, your parents can’t do this to you! This is absolutely outrageous!” He was frustrated you could tell. Robert seemed upset too, while Tom and Chris stepped back and let the adults handle it. Though, they seemed sad for you. 

You went quiet. 

“I just-” 

“I don’t want to hear another word about how they’re somehow excused for their behavior. This is negligence, Y/n! This is too much for you and you know it! You’re exhausted and it’s so painful to see, so please. Just take me up on this.”

You sighed.

“Alright, then.” you said, body finally giving in to the attractive offer. Benedict’s face carried the ghost of a satisfied smile, before going back to the stone cold determination. 

You drove to the hotel in Robert’s car and they booked you an extra room, knowing that your siblings occupied the other one. As soon as you could fall back on the bed, you were gone, body screaming for rest. 

You woke up 14 hours later, feeling happier, brighter and well-rested. That feeling had been forgotten by you, but it was alright, you decided. Every inch of you blossomed with energy now. 

As promised, Benedict had ordered a nanny for your siblings (the nanny was a lovely human being, and simply amazing with kids). Benedict, Robert, Chris and Tom has split the bill. 

You called him when you woke up, and he dragged you to a restaurant, where the two of you had a long, long talk about why what your parents were doing was serious and unacceptable. He could tell he needed to explain it to you, because you, like many children, were ready to defend your parents’ at all costs. 

Needless to say, after Benedict’s advice you didn’t have to go through that kind of thing again. You settled it with your parents (as well as your siblings), and after that you were so grateful that Benedict helped you out of that responsibility, because it wasn’t yours to have. 

Benedict was just happy to help, the memory of seeing you sleep everywhere, now less endearing and simply painful. He didn’t like thinking about it, and so he tried not to, but rather focused on your laughter and bright smile. In truth, that’s the only thing that really mattered. 

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[choco-exe]

Hi can I request, haikyuu boys (any of your choices) having a crush on their Classmate (y/n) and they tried to take a stolen picture during class hours. I tried this to my crush and I got caught by my teacher and classmate🙈

genre: fluff type: scenario status: proofread pronouns: gender fluid warnings: none author’s note: ack im sorry for being so late ;-; tumblr decided it would be fun to delete my work D: i hope you enjoy tho!! also e/c is eye color and f/n is friend’s name :>

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𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 . . .  🖉 [𝟹𝟽𝟼 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜]    ✦ alright so you two are in math class    ✦ kuroo got dared (by lev) to try and take a picture of you in class without anyone noticing    ✦ and for some reason he agreed?? eh who knows what goes through his rooster-haired mind   ✦ n e ways he’s just sitting back in his chair because he’s a bored captain since hes already smort enough to know what you were learning   ✦ then the dare popped up into head as he was thinking of volleyball   ✦ he considered not doing it but like you were sleeping peacefully beside him   ✦ so he was like “f it” and whipped out his phone   ✦ little did he know, your friend was watching out for you    ✦ and it just so happened that they glanced at kuroo the moment he snapped a photo of you..

Kuroo felt something kick the back of his chair just as he was about to slip his phone back into his pocket. He glanced behind him, and all color drained from his face as he met your friend’s gaze. “What the hell are you doing, snapping a picture of Y/N?!” They hissed quietly at him. “They’re sleeping, for goodness sake!” “I- it-” The captain couldn’t form proper words to respond. “You aren’t a creep, are you?!” Kuroo managed to put his brain back together. “Of course not! My teammate dared me to-” “And you actually agreed to it?!” They scoffed, their e/c eyes narrowing. “That’s invasion of privacy!” “Well..” The rooster-head struggled to come up with a counterargument. “You’re right, but I’m going to delete the picture after I show my teammates! It’s fine!” “It is certainly not fine, you a-” “Kuroo-san? F/N?” You mumbled, waking up by their heated conversation lord how does the sensei not realize yet “Y/N! Kuroo-san-” Your friend started to say. “YOU TWO IN THE BACK, STOP CHATTING WHILE A LESSON IS GOING ON.” The sensei yelled ah she finally realized “Tell me about it after school..” You said sleepily, nestling your head in your arms once more. Kuroo smirked his significant smirk as he watched you fall back asleep, but let’s just say a certain someone had to hurriedly confess before his crush thought of him as a perv.

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𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚊  . . .  🖉 [𝟺𝟸𝟾 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜]    ✒ ahahaha i bet all of you wouldnt have expected sugamama to be here right?    ✒ let’s not forget that he’s about as chaotic as tanaka, and he would be willing to break a few rules every now and again    ✒ and like you sit right next to the window and the sun just softly illuminating you?? with you looking so focused??    ✒ yeah that just made suga’s heart flutter    ✒ so OBVIOUSLY he had to take a photo to capture one of many moments that he’d forever treasure    ✒ unfortunately for him, you decided to glance at the clock that was to your right..    ✒ ..suga also being to your right You sighed as you chewed on the top of your pen. When will class be over, you thought, bored out of your mind. You glance at the clock, silently cussing when you saw that there was still a long way to go before school was let out, but your eyes were drawn to the male that was sitting right beside you. Sugawara widened his eyes in surprise as you both locked gazes, before your pupils traveled down to the camera in his hands, breaking eye contact. You noticed that his hand was right on button to snap a photo, and somehow, your bored mind managed to put two and two together. You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, Suga put a finger to his lips. Miraculously, you obeyed his request as he scribbled something down on a note-card and folded it into a small square. He handed it to you and quickly looked away, very obviously trying to stare at anything but you. Curiosity eating away at you, you slowly unfolded the piece of paper. I’m trying my hand at photography, and since you looked absolutely stunning- with the sun kissing your silhouette -I thought I’d try to capture you first :) Your face reddened as you read what the setter wrote. You swiftly wrote a reply and quicky placed it on his desk, and then busied yourself with hiding your face with your hands, embarrassed. Suga flipped the note-card to the other side to see what you wrote. Maybe you should.. you know, take pictures after class ends? You two wrote on the note-card for a bit longer, before you both came to an agreement: since Suga took a picture of you without your permission, he owed you a date at the local cafe i have a soft spot for cafes ;> Turns out this worked in both of you guys’ favor.

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𝚘𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊 . . .  🖉 [𝟺𝟷𝟼 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜]    ♔ lets be honest    ♔ crappykawa would absolutely love to flood his camera roll with photos of you    ♔ like even if it’s creepy as hell he would still do it because he adores you that much    ♔ for some inhumane reason you still hadn’t seemed to have not caught on    ♔ maybe its because you’re just super oblivious to what anyone around you does     ♔ like you just don’t care about anything that isn’t a danger to you    ♔ no surprise whatsoever when oikawa started to capture pictures of you in class    ♔ on one unlucky day, though, he just so happened to take out his phone to sneak a picture of your focused expression as the sensei was walking around    ♔ said sensei walked by you two, and it was just unfortunate that this specific sensei was the one with the hawk eye vision.. “What are you doing, Oikawa-san?” The sensei said sternly. Everyone turned to look at the brunette as he gulped, slowly looking up at his sensei. “My phone fell out of my pocket, and it turned on when I was putting it back.” He said with a straight face, although on the inside, he was dying inside. The sensei stretched out his hand. “Let me see your camera roll, please.” “What for, Sensei?” “I need to see if you have taken photos of a student without their permission.” Oikawa nervously gulped again as he took his phone out of his pocket. When he was just about to give it to the sensei, you suddenly spoke up. “Sensei, why would you think Oikawa-kun took pictures of someone?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “He’s obviously a good student, so wouldn’t it be unusual for him to be doing that?” The sensei sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y/N-san, thank you for your concern, but just because a student is good doesn’t mean they’re good all the time-” “But it would be strange, would it not?” You replied. “I’m sure Oikawa-kun hasn’t done anything wrong. Besides, you’re wasting precious class time. Shouldn’t we be learning at this very moment?” The setter held his breath in as the sensei considered what you said. “Very well, then. Let’s resume the lesson.” The sensei walked back to the chalkboard and resumed where he left off. Oikawa looked at you gratefully, but you had already looked back down at your schoolwork. He made a mental note to thank you after class got let out.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #sugawara #kuroo #oikawa #sugawara koushi #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro #oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #tetsuro kuroo #koushi sugawara #suga #sugawara x y/n #oikawa x y/n #kuroo x y/n #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #hq #hq oikawa #hq kuroo #hq sugawara

[frogtanii]

🔮 again 👉👈.

is this too much?

I FEEL LIKE IM DOING THIS TOO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHSHS 😙✌️

ITS JUST I READ omg they were roommates AND IM TRYING NOT TO ASK AND SEND MESSAGES SO MUCH IN CASE YOU'RE BUSY BUT-

THAT FIC HAS ME NEEDING A BREAK.

no, miss ma'am, i am not over the arguments and the segments that involved expressing emotions and feelings because i can be a sensitive hooman.

i wanted something to read on my break from schoolwork not a sob sesh how dare you write tsukki like that-

but it is understandable how he would want to not be open about his feelings and wanting to trust people cuz he looked up to his brother, but his brother wasnt vv truthful to him. but hes trying, ya know? there are people who picture him as an asshole and an asshole only, and there are people who get mad when others paint him as a softie at heart, and like, okay, i get it, thats what you think and thats totally fine, he's a fictional character with aspects of him completely open to interpretation, but ffs dont hate on people who want him to be soft, or mean, and say things about him like hEs rAcISt or hEs hOmOpHoBiC because, to be frank, he is someone's comfort character, he is found relatable by some people who find themselves in him, and by belittling what he experienced, what he feels or saying that hes racist/homophobic can make the people who find comfort in him very upset. like imagine coming into a post saying that the person you kin (relate to on different levels) or your comfort character is just a blah blah blah, doesnt it feel like a slap in the face or doesnt it leave a bad taste in your mouth?

same for all the other characters, im different fandoms too.

(i think i unpacked too much- HAHAHAHAHAH)

a n y w a y

the amout of times i switched up from wanting to smother tsukki to death with a pillow and smother him with all the love and affection i can muster is unreal, i feel like 🤡.

and im still sad about tsukki despite the happy ending so im gonna just-

The scowl on his face made the situation so much more amusing, and in a weak effort not to burst out into a fit of giggles, I had to pretend to be absorbed in the puddles that gathered on the street after the morning rain.

"its not funny," he grumbled.

"and im not laughing," i shoot back innocently, biting back a laugh at the sight of his reddening cheeks through a shop window.

"this is so embarrassing,"

"hey," i link my pinky with his, "its just you and me,"

he huffs like a child and buries his face deeper into the scarf wrapped around his neck to hide his intensifying blush.

and just when i thought i mananged to distract him, i heard a loud crash from behind us and upon turning to assess what happened, i burst out laughing.

lev and oikawa were being held back by an irritated iwaizumi while yaku and yams were apologizing to the takoyaki vendor whose cart had been flipped over.

"where are kuroo and-"

"dont-" tsukishima grabs my face and turns it forward, marching us away.

i was so absorbed at how flustered the normally stoic man was that i didnt notice the duo in matching fake mustaches and hats watching us from the vending machine across the street.

and thats me back to work, bye bye froggy! keep up the great work! and rest, take a deep breath when youre feeling overwhelmed 💘

KDJDK pls never feel bad for engaging w me love, i like hearing from you!!!! m rlly happy you liked omg they were roommates, s one of my favorites hehe && ur drabble????? so cute omgggg 🥺🥳 i miss writing tsukki <//3

#j’s asks #anons babey #℗ poker face #crystal ball anon

[deardudley]

dream come true (sirius x reader); 1/3

you & sirius go to hogsmeade together bc remus is a mess and james/peter are just. really sleepy. sirius ends up being a total nerd, and a sap for a bit. it’s cute. stuff gets awkward. the usual.

Word Count: 4775

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cussing, sirius black being a total and utter nerd, talking about drowning people in hot chocolate?

A/N: honestly this is just me living out my deepest sirius black fantasies but for the entire internet to have access to so yes please enjoy the first installment of this super lame fluff. i didnt even proofread this so its probably trash but im trying to avoid doing my summer homework so here y’all go anyways.

Your nickname: submit What is this?

The first Hogsmeade visit of the year was always a cause for celebration at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Even first and second year students felt the excitement fluttering through the school, and for good reason; they’d get the common rooms to themselves for the majority of the day and likely would spend it huddled in front of the fireplace, playing games of Exploding Snap and Wizard’s Chess. And of course, the older students would be able to splurge on Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, Chocolate Cauldrons, and Dr. Filibuster’s Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks.

Much to your happiness, said Hogsmeade weekend was soon approaching. You were running low on ink and some other basic supplies — Marlene’s cat had a habit of getting into your bag and chewing on your quills.

Every year, Hogsmeade visits tended to be both the most hectic and the most enjoyable days you spent with your best friends. It was always the five of you: yourself, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Even though the boys had the tendency to be massive idiots and always got you in an endless amount of trouble, they were your best friends. You did almost everything together, from attending classes to causing mischief across the castle (much to the chagrin of the general Hogwarts population). But that’s why Hogsmeade visits were your favourite. It was you and your mates, goofing off and spending an unnecessary amount of money on sweets and Zonko’s products.

On the long-anticipated morning of the visit, you woke up to the sound of Lily and Alice chatting and changing out of their pajamas. It was 7:00 AM, and you got dressed as quickly as you could while joining their conversation about Flitwick’s weekend homework. You elected to wear a simple ensemble of hiking boots, jeans, and a Gryffindor Quidditch shirt (a Christmas present from James you’d received a year prior). Before leaving, you stopped for your daily obligatory petting of Marlene’s cat.

With almost childish energy, you bounded down the dormitory staircase. The Common Room was empty — breakfast didn’t start for another 15 minutes — and the fireplace crackled in the background. You briskly made your way up the boys dormitory stairs and arrived at the door in record time. Your smile had already been wide in anticipation, but it widened even more when you knocked and heard the groggy call of “Come in!”

You opened the wooden door with renewed gusto. All four boys were still snug, wrapped under the heavy sheets, and Remus and Peter still seemed to be asleep. Their chests rose and fell with their heavy breaths, and Peter was snoring. Sirius, on the other hand, was staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, and James’ head was turned towards you.

Remus had already decided that he wasn’t planning on going to Hogsmeade. The latest full moon had taken its toll on him, and he was still recovering from the combination of his transformation and loads of homework. The stress was quite visibly apparent, too. He was jumpy, falling asleep in class, and the bags under his eyes were pronounced like never before.

He planned on spending the day catching up on schoolwork and getting some well-deserved sleep. You didn’t blame him, either — running around as Animagi during the full moon was exhausting for you and the boys. You could only imagine how difficult it was for Remus.

The rest of you had all offered to stay behind and spend the day with him, but he declined. Thoughtful as ever, Remus had reasoned that he didn’t want to ruin your day. Though, you had all rebutted saying that you’d prefer to make sure he was healthy, rather than meander around the grounds in the cold of November.

Though James had already been looking at you, Sirius turned to face you as well, and they both grinned.

“Hey, (Y/N/N),” James said through a yawn. “What’s up?”

“Not you guys, that’s for sure,” you replied, earning you a chuckle from Sirius and a glare from James. You crossed your arms over your chest and continued, “Why are none of you out of bed?”

“Peter and I are staying behind with Remus. We shall be personally catering to his every need,” James spoke with a wiggle of his eyebrows. You felt a strong urge to hit him with a pillow.

“In other words, they’re going on kitchen and library runs,” Sirius joked. This earned him a halfhearted glare and a middle finger from James. “We can still go to Hogsmeade if you’d like, (Y/N/N), but it would just be us…?”

You could tell that James was hiding a smirk, and he sent you a knowing look with his hazel eyes.

The boys had been your best friends since you’d met them on the Hogwarts Express in your first year  — but if there was one thing that you wished they didn’t know about… it would be your gigantic and embarrassing crush on Sirius Orion Black. They had only found out because of a game of veritaserum-induced Truth or Dare. You’d played when Sirius was serving a detention for McGonagall, luckily. You’d made them swear not to tell, but that didn’t stop the relentless teasing you’d endured for the greater part of two years. They kept their word and never told the black-haired idiot, but they still made fun of you whenever possible.

“I’m sure our lovely (Y/N/N) would love to go,” James replied for you, not missing a beat.

You made a mental note to proceed and hit James with a pillow whenever possible.

“Yeah, sounds fun,” you chirped. “As long as we go to Honeydukes first, and we buy some stuff for Remus while we’re there.”

“But of course, m’lady,” Sirius joked with a thumb’s up directed towards you. “Allow me to get ready and we can be on our merry way!”

He flipped his covers off and stood whilst rubbing his eyes in tiredness. Lazy as always, he took his wand from his nightstand and flicked it at his trunk seated at the foot of his bed. It flipped open and Sirius went over, picked out a jumper and jeans, and went for the bathroom.

As soon as he closed the door, you stomped to his bed and took one of his pillows. You then turned around and whacked James with it. Hard.

“Ow!”

“Serves you right, you wanker.”

You moved to have a seat on Sirius’ bed, bringing the pillow back with you and setting it in its rightful spot.

With a sigh, you pulled your wand from your back pocket and twirled it between your fingers. It was a nervous habit you’d picked up from your parents several years ago. James turned to the other side (likely to try and fall back asleep) and you continued with your fidgeting and tiny sighs.

Sirius soon left from the bathroom, eyes bright and hair disheveled in a somewhat pretentious manner. Your heart practically skipped a beat at the way he smiled at you. God, that smile was just infectious — you were certain that the boy would never have to learn a defensive spell. He would only have to smile at someone and they’d be disarmed from the sheer beauty. Bloody hell.

He walked to his trunk again and pulled a pair of socks and his trainers. Soon enough, he was adorning his signature black shoes and socks. He looked back at you after pulling them on, but he frowned at you instead of flashing you his normal grin.

“Something wrong?” You asked, tilting your head to the side and scrunching your eyebrows. The boy seemed to be lost in thought, his eyes raking up and down your figure in a way that made your (already uneasy) stomach churn.

“Well, love,” Sirius said while crossing his arms over his chest, “it is the middle of November, after all. Don’t you think that shirt is a little thin? We don’t want you getting sick.”

You frowned, looking down at yourself. The material of the shirt was quite flimsy, and the sleeves were rather short… Perhaps he was right.

“Maybe,” you acquiesced with a pout. “But I don’t want to go all the way back to my dorm and change…”

The laziness was overwhelming.

Your declaration had Sirius rolling his eyes in a dramatic, Sirius-like fashion. He grumbled something under his breath and opened his trunk again, rummaging through it until he had found what he was looking for.

Before you had time to react, he threw something at you and it smacked you right across the face, then fell into your lap.

You gave Sirius a malice-filled glare, to which he replied with a sheepish grin and a thumb’s up. When you looked at the object in your lap, though, all anger disappeared immediately.

It was a jumper.

If you wanted to borrow a jumper from someone, Remus was always the first to offer. He had taken up a habit of keeping an extra one in his bag during winter for you, and they were quite possibly the warmest, fluffiest jumpers ever . They also smelled of him — of chocolate, old books, and the cologne you’d bought for him as a birthday present in your third year (he had begun regularly buying it ever since). While sometimes Peter and James lent you some as well, Sirius never seemed to wear them.

Seeing him in one was rather new, but the fact that he had at least two… bloody hell, it was time you started borrowing his instead.

“You’re lazy, but you should be glad I’m such a good friend!” Sirius declared. You grabbed the pillow from next to you and threw it at him in response.

“Hey!”

“Wankers. The whole lot of you are ruddy wankers, honestly.”

Sirius pouted in response, but then ushered you into the bathroom to change.

Not long afterwards, you stepped out of the room with your Quidditch shirt in hand, Sirius’ jumper now in its place. The wool was soft against your skin, and you were very pleased to notice it smelled of him: a strange but comforting concoction of vanilla, sandalwood, and myrrh.

“Lovely!” he said as soon as you’d emerged from the bathroom. You could’ve sworn his cheeks had tinged pink, but you assumed it was just your imagination.

He took the Quidditch shirt and tossed it onto his bed so that you could grab it upon your return.

“Bye, Prongs,” you spoke in unison. James grunted in response as you headed for the door. You left the 3 sleeping boys alone in their dorm.

“Bloody hell, Sirius, let go of my arm!”

Breakfast had been uneventful; Sirius had shamelessly flirted with Marlene, much to your disappointment, but Marlene had fired back with her trademark sarcasm and snark. Lily had gotten into an argument with Dorcas over whether a half-mangled Cornish pixie or James Potter was more attractive (they unanimously decided the Cornish pixie won). You made fun of Sirius for grabbing a glass of pumpkin juice while ranting about how disgusting pumpkin juice was. So, all in all, a regular day at the Gryffindor table.

You all stayed at the table for a while longer, and only left once students from the other tables started filtering out of the hall.

Excitement renewed, you all but grabbed Sirius’ arm and dragged him out of the Hall. He had laughed and tried to keep up with your rapid maneuvers through the corridor. Though he’d never admit it, you saw him stumble a few times over his own feet.

“Merlin, (Y/N/N),” he whined as soon as the village was within your field of vision. You’d returned to a walking pace, and Sirius was just slightly out of breath. Slightly. You let go of his arm before you stopped talking, a tinge of embarrassment settling in your brain like the fresh, crisp snow that had begun to coat the grounds of the castle.

“You could at least warn me before you take off like a bloody startled hippogriff!”

“But that’s boring,” you complained in response. Sirius nudged you with his elbow but said nothing back.

However, as soon as you saw Zonko’s in the distance with a few third year students already gathering near the entrance of the esteemed joke shop, you knew you were in deep, deep trouble.

Sirius turned to face you with a wicked grin, the excitement obvious on his boyish face.

Without another word, he grabbed your arm the same way you’d grabbed his back in the Great Hall and starting dragging you towards the shop, running even faster than you’d been running earlier.

You screeched in a combination of fear, surprise, and irritation. Of course, you made a note to smack him with a pillow as soon as you could.

“What in the name of Merlin’s beard happened to warning people!?” you barked at him. You could barely even able to keep up with his ridiculous pace.

“What’s the fun in that?” he yelled back over his shoulder, eyes bright and grin wide.

“Bloody hell, Sirius, let go of my arm!” You scolded the boy, but that seemed to only spur him on, if anything. He ran a smidge faster and it took all your willpower to not stop him in his tracks and hit him in the arm. Hard.

Soon enough, you’d reached the store, and your idiot of a crush best friend slowed to a stop with a chuckle and a gentle squeeze of your arm. He let go of you, and you took the opportunity to kick him in the leg and scowl.

“You, Sirius Black, are a wanker,” you deadpanned, opening the door and walking in without another word. Of course, you weren’t actually angry with the boy, but you had to at least give him the impression that you wouldn’t forgive him immediately… right?

You went straight for the explosives aisle, as you knew James would want some more of his beloved fireworks. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Sirius was trailing behind you with a pout. You just rolled your eyes and kept walking.

As you meandered through the store, he kept following you, not even looking at the various products on the shelves. You’d bought fireworks and a variety of other explosives, Sugar Quills, Hiccough Sweets, Frog Spawn Soap, and other items you and the boys used for pranks. Sirius hadn’t picked any of them up. Instead, he resigned to following you around with a small frown on his lips.

When you stepped up to the cashier with your basket of items, you were surprised when Sirius stepped forward and wordlessly paid for your items before you had a chance to even reach for your coin purse. He took the bagged items when the cashier was done, holding them in his calloused hands.

A little stunned, you exited the shop and stopped walking about 15 steps from the door. Sirius walked into your back on accident, and you stifled a giggle.

You turned to face the downtrodden boy with an eyebrow raised.

“Sirius, why are you following me like a lost puppy?”

His pout deepened and he brought a hand up, scratching the back of his neck and diverting his eyes.

“Did… did I make you angry, love?”

Your heart almost broke at his meek question.

With a smile, you shuffled forwards, resting your head on his chest. He set down the bags and his arms tentatively came up and wrapped around your waist.

“Oh, you bloody idiot,” you sighed. “I could never be angry at you, Sirius. I just like pretending to be angry with you. It’s a lot of fun.”

He pinched your side, and you shrieked and jumped away, swatting at his arm.

“Oh, bloody hell!”

He snickered and picked up his bags, back to his usual self.

You gave him time to pick the bags back up, then dragged him off towards Honeydukes.

“Oh, bloody hell, there is no way James is prettier than a Cornish pixie!”

“Half-mangled Cornish pixie, (Y/N/N).”

“Yeah, but he isn’t prettier than a regular Cornish pixie, either.”

You sat with Sirius in The Three Broomsticks. Your several bags of sweets, pranks, and stationery were under the table of your booth, and you sipped on butterbeer in the midst of your conversation. Out of boredom, you’d restarted Lily and Dorcas’ debate from breakfast; Sirius had taken Dorcas’ original side, and you were on Lily’s.

“They’re… they’re just short blue house-elves with wings!” Sirius declared, gesturing wildly to demonstrate his point

“House elves are cute, though,” you rebutted. “Like, with their cute ears and everything… Every girl loves house-elves, Sirius. Not all girls love James. Therefore, house-elves are objectively better.”

“But we’re arguing about pixies, love, not house-elves!”

“You’re the one who said they were practically the same!”

“I said no such thing! I said that they look the same. Cornish pixies are bringers of evil and they’re just full of bloody spite, (Y/N/N). House-elves are nice! They make hot chocolate! Cornish pixies drown people in hot chocolate!”

“Are you claiming that Cornish pixies are drowning people in hot cocoa, Sirius?”

“Well, I mean — it’s not like they’re doing that now, but if they had enough hot chocolate, they’d definitely be drowning people in it.”

“Where in the bloody hell are they even going to get the hot chocolate? This plan is downright awful, Sirius.”

“This is all hypothetical! If they could drown people in hot chocolate, then they would! They’re evil, ugly little buggers.”

“Then why aren’t they just going to the house-elves and asking for a bunch of hot chocolate? Then they could drown people in it.”

“That’s an idiotic plan, (Y/N/N).”

“You’re the one who suggested pixies drowning people in hot chocolate, Sirius. I’m just explaining the logistics. I’m not sure why you want to drown people in hot chocolate, though. That’s rather sadistic, you know.”

“I’m not going to drown people in hot chocolate, love.”

“I never said you were going to. I said you want to.”

“I don’t want to!”

“Then why’d you suggest it?”

“I didn’t! I just said that pixies would do it, not me! I’m not a pixie!”

“Oh, you’re not? Huh. Could’ve fooled me.”

“Really?”

“Well, you say that James is prettier than a pixie… that means you’re probably a pixie or something, yeah?”

Sirius glared at you for a brief moment with a scowl.

You both dissolved into a fit of giggles not even ten seconds later. Your butterbeer sat forgotten on the table.

You’d returned to the castle not long after your ‘debate’, still giggling and joking about the logistics of drowning people in hot chocolate. It earned you several judging stares in the corridors, but you were both too involved in the conversation to really care. Or notice.

Upon returning to the Gryffindor Common Room, you agreed to go up and visit Remus, James, and Peter in their dorm. Sirius carried half of your bags and you carried the rest, lugging them up the stairs to the dormitory they all shared.

Sirius opened the door, stepping inside with a smile.

He greeted them with a pleasant “Hello, lads~!”

“Hey, Pads,” Remus greeted with his groggy voice, smile weak but genuine. His eyes were a lovely and deep shade of brown, and able to comfort you as soon as you looked in them. They had an immense calming effect unique to none other than Remus John Lupin.

“Hello there, boys,” you said, following Sirius into the room. “Remus, are you feeling better? Did you get enough sleep?”

“Yeah, (Y/N/N), I’m okay,” he chuckled. “I took a nap for a while and got all of my homework done. You don’t have to worry about me, y’know.”

You frowned at Remus, and he raised an eyebrow at you in response.

“Of course I have to worry about you, Rem. You’re my friend, after all.”

You didn’t give him time to argue — instead, you trudged to Sirius’ bed, dropped your bags at the foot, and flopped down onto his mattress. You buried your face into the covers with a muffled sigh. Sirius, unbeknownst to you, froze in his place for a moment. His face turned a soft shade of pink as he stared at your exhausted form sprawled out on his bed, but he soon shook his head out of his short trance and made his way to the bed after you.

“Comfortable?” He joked, placing the bags he held next to the ones you’d set down already.

You grunted in response.

Careful not to disturb you, Sirius snuck his way onto the bed as well, leaning against the headboard and pillows.

He nudged you with his foot and raised an eyebrow.

“You can move closer to me, love. I won’t bite you. Probably.”

Even though he couldn’t see you, you rolled your eyes and scooched closer to him. Your head found a place in his lap, and his hand — as if on impulse — moved to play with your hair.

At first, you tried to fight off the overwhelming desire to sleep, but when Sirius murmured “I know you’re tired, (Y/N/N). Take a nap,” you couldn’t help yourself, and you let the sleep cradle you away.

Sirius had let you sleep on his lap for about two hours, and you’d only moved because you woke up (just in time for dinner, much to your happiness). The entire way to the Great Hall, you scolded him for allowing you to just sleep for two hours straight. James, Peter, and Remus followed close behind, inevitably making fun of your insignificant argument.

You trailed off in the middle of your sentence when you pushed open the doors to the Great Hall. After all, who wouldn’t rather eat than carry on a meaningless conversation?

You all found your usual seats near the girls from your dorm, and Sirius almost immediately resumed his teasing flirting with Marlene. The rest of you were used to this, and you began interrogating Remus on what he’d done that day, and making sure James and Peter weren’t being total doofuses like you had expected them to be. Remus assured you that he’d completed all of his classwork and slept for a few hours — not to mention that James and Peter managed to find a book he’d asked for with only a minor setback.

You turned to ask Sirius a question, but you didn’t even get a syllable out when he let out his loud bark of a laugh at something Marlene had said. Biting your lip, you looked back at James (of whom was sitting across from you) and ignored the sympathetic look he and Peter had given you.

Lily was seated next to James (much to her disappointment, it was the only seat left when she’d entered the hall after you guys), and she noticed the looks you all exchanged. She sent you a concerned look, but you just shrugged and hoped that she wasn’t suspicious of anything.

Next thing you knew, she leaned in to Marlene and whispered something to her while Sirius was talking. You watched as Marlene looked at you with wide eyes, and an uneasy feeling settled deep in your gut.

She looked back to Sirius, giggled at something he said, and bid you all adieu. All of you watched as she got up and moved down the table to sit near a boy in your year. You couldn’t quite remember his name, but he was in the same Ancient Runes class as both you and Remus, and he always sat a few tables away from the two of you.

Sirius frowned at her sudden disappearance but turned to face the rest of you anyways, joining you in making sure Remus was okay.

You didn’t know if you were thankful or upset towards Lily.

Dinner ended soon, and you all retreated back to the Common Room. The seats regularly shared between the five of you were unoccupied when you arrived, so you all huddled around the fireplace on your usual 3-seater couch and a loveseat.  Embarrassment creeped up your neck like a spider when you realized you were still wearing Sirius’ fluffy jumper.

Your conversation was casual and uncharacteristically quiet. Either way, you were all exhausted; Remus was still tired from the full moon, James and Peter had been running around all day, and you and Sirius spent hours of your day in Hogsmeade. You were about ready to fall asleep right on Remus’ shoulder.

“Hey, (Y/N/N),” he murmured to you, shaking you awake. “James and Peter went upstairs, and I’m about ready to head to bed too. You should probably go up and get some sleep, kiddo.”

You smiled, weak, and sat up with a groan. You stopped to rub your eyes before you stood, and Remus followed suit.

“Night, Rem,” you said in the midst of a yawn. He gave you your usual hug goodnight, and you smiled into the fabric of his jumper.

“Goodnight, (Y/N/N).”

He left you standing there. Sirius was still on the couch and seemed to be lost in thought as he stared at the fireplace.

You shuffled over, poked him in the shoulder, let out a loud yawn.

“Sirius? Pads, you okay?”

He jumped, eyes wide, and stared at you for a second before relaxing.

“O-oh, yeah. Sorry, love, I was just thinking.”

“Don’t hurt yourself,” you joked. He just laughed at your joke, smiling when you extended your hand out to help him up. His calloused fingers laced around your smaller ones, and he stood; the thing that made your stomach churn, though, was that he didn’t let go. As you walked towards the two dormitory staircases, he held on. His grip was loose but it made your heart pump out of your chest.

When you reached the point where you went your separate ways, you let go at the same time, and turned to face each other. His face was again tinged pink, but you assumed it was just from the red decorations littering the room that made everything seem a bit redder. It was a stretch, and you recognized that fact, but there wasn’t any good reason for him to blush. He could probably date any girl in Hogwarts if he wanted to, and you were just a friend he made on the Hogwarts Express on his first day of school.

“I had fun today, y’know,” you said, smiling notwithstanding your tiredness. “Even though you’re a right moron, it was fun.”

“Good!” Sirius said. You could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

He stepped forward to hug you, his arms finding their natural place around your waist with a quiet sigh. Your forehead settled on his chest, near his shoulder, and your arms came up to wrap around his neck. When his chin settled on the top of your head, you had to hold back a laugh.

“G’night, (Y/N/N),” he mumbled, and you smiled.

“Night, Pads.”

The next moment, almost in the blink of an eye, turned into a moment you knew you’d regret. As soon as you carried out the seemingly insignificant action, the remorse crashed over you like a wave; you felt it in your bones before you fully even thought it through. Oh, you’d regret it for sure. For days. Weeks. Months.

You said the words.

You said “I love you.”

Even if the boys would always and forever be your best friends, that was one thing you’d never said. It was a sort of line — a boundary none of you had ever thought to cross because you were friends, and considering how bloody close you all were, it didn’t need to be said. You reserved it. Had the three-word phrase tucked away for any potential relationship you might find yourself in. Hell, you didn’t even think you meant it in a romantic way when you said it; it was just a small schoolgirl crush, after all! You didn’t love Sirius Black any more than Peter did, James did, Remus did. You just had a little… extra set of feelings for him. But your idiotic ass said it anyways.

You could feel his stare on you like lasers on the back of your neck. You mumbled something incoherent and turned away, walking up the dormitory staircase without another word.

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Big Smile (Request)

Tom Hiddleston x Teen!Co-star!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Request Description: maybe some Tom Hiddleston who is close to reader cause hes like her mentor and shes a very happy person, goofy and silly as well but nothing can make her cry. Like, it's genuinely hard to make her cry so maybe him seeing her cry for the first time? and it's pretty bad? maybe its cause she goes to a normal high school along with a catch up high school (basically a school where u go to if youre SERIOUSLY behind) and the pressure is way too much for her to handle and her emotions exploded? ty!!

Warnings: depression, anxiety about school, stress

(A/N): im very excited to be going on vacation!! dont worry ill still update, im just going to another city nothing too big (of course with the ‘rona still out here). I wrote like half of this on my phone btw so if anything looks weird that’s why

“Why would you say it like that?” you laughed loudly, falling back on your bed. Tom giggled too, watching as you got into a laughing fit.

“I’m just demonstrating that you can say each line differently!” he defended, but your laughter didn’t falter. Tom smiled and shook his head, waiting for you to be done. “Can you hurry that up, we have a couple more lines to go through,” he joked.

You held your stomach and shook your head. Finally, the laughter died down and you tried desperately not to start it again, as Tom continued helping you with the script. You forced your mouth into a frown, but that only reinforced your need to laugh. 

Tom looked and saw your expression and sighed, making you laugh again. 

“This is impossible,” he muttered, but he was smiling. He thought you were so incredibly sweet and bright, although lacking a little seriousness. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” you finally stopped laughing AGAIN, “we’re done. Those were all the lines I had questions about.”

“You sure?” 

“Yeah,” you said and both of you stood up. Tom grabbed his jacket and his bag from the counter of your hotel room. He smiled at you and hugged you as a farewell. 

“See you on set tomorrow,” and then he was out of your room. You smiled softly thinking about how much fun you two had, but the sweet moment was over far too fast. 

You had school. You’d never been a top student or anything, but before this whole movie-thing you’d been able to keep up. A couple of weeks ago you started Catch-Up-High-School, which you’d been required to start, since you grades had all dropped. 

And since then you’d felt awful. You felt so stupid and useless. And on top of that, you were stressed. With both regular high school teachings and catch up school, you seemed to spend every waking moment working, either on the movie or on school, and you’d only sleep once you were done. Which could take a while. 

It was getting to you. You were phenomenal at hiding it, truthfully. Because your personality was too bright and blinding for anyone to see anything behind it. 

You weren’t one to cry, but you felt it behind your eyes, constantly. All day, when you remembered your school situation, it started coming. You never cried, not when watching movies or reading books, you didn’t even really cry when you were sad. The stress was simply getting to you. 

You pulled out both your math books, both regular high school and catch up high school, which you had neatly tucked away when Tom came, and started doing your assignments for the day. 

Your head hurt, as you did it, and it was so hard for you to understand. You wished you could ask Tom for help, but you couldn’t tell him. It was simply too embarrassing. ‘Hey Tom, I’m too stupid for regular school, please help?’ What would he even think of you?

You hadn’t even done your assignments for long, when you started crying. You were just writing the answer to a question, when a tear slid down your face. You wiped it away as quick as it came and continued. 

But so did your tears. You cried silently as you worked, ignoring them, eventually not even wiping them away. You were just trying to get through it, chewing through your lip. 

Just as you failed to figure an assignment out, your pencil broke on the paper, and you threw it away from your, putting your head in your hands. Then you sobbed, and you weren’t trying to ignore it, you were doing it. You were sitting there, and all of your focus was on the seemingly never ending stream of tears from your eyes. 

God, what kind of person are you if you can’t even do your catch up school work? You felt so unbelievably heavy, heart wrenching and tingling. 

Meanwhile Tom had hauled down a cab, making it about a third of the way to his meeting, when he realized he’d left his phone at your place. He sighed and asked the driver to drive back to your hotel, knowing he’d need it.

Tom drove back there, and then stepped out of the cab, telling the driver to wait for him. He entered and pulled out his keycard. Your room had had two keycards and you’d given him your second one, which had made his heart melt. 

He walked down the corridor, reading the room numbers, and then reached your door. He grabbed the handle and scanned the keycard, effectively cracking open the door.

And there you were. Tom blinked rapidly, refusing to believe that that was you, so immersed in your own crying that you hadn’t heard him come in. That couldn’t be you, not the smiling, laughing, happy Y/n he knew. You were sitting there so dark and alone, hugging your legs and wailing. 

You never cried. Never. It had gotten to the point where him and his coworkers had discussed it, whether you were some robot or something. But you were crying. You were alone. 

“Y/n?”

His voice made you flinch and you didn’t have to look at him, to know you’d exposed yourself. You, although knowing it was useless, wiped your tears, before raising your head.

Tom was heartbroken. He’d never thought about how he’d actually feel once he finally did see you cry. But it was such a gut wrenching image, something he could feel in both his stomach and heart and throat.

“What’s going on?” He asked. You shook your head. He simply stepped inside and saw your regular high school math book, immediately knowing you were probably stressed. “Do you need help with your homework?”

You laughed bitterly, another tear sliding down your cheek. Tom walked to you, sitting down next to you, so he could wipe away the tear.

“What’s wrong? Come on, talk to me.. What happened?” He searches your eyes.

“I’m just stressed, Tom, it’s stupid,” you avoided his gaze. Tom knew it wasn’t stupid. If it was you wouldn’t be balling your eyes out.

“So, let me help you with it,” He heard how his voice was shaking.

“Tom, no.”

“Yes-“

“No!”

Silence. Tom pulled away from you. He was simply shocked. You weren’t you. He closed his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice breaking, as you started crying again. When you yelled at Tom, you felt your heart withering. What a horrible feeling.

“I’m sorry for yelling. It’s just- I feel so useless. All the time. I’m failing school! I mean, for God’s sake, I have mandatory catch-up-school. Do you know how embarrassing that is? God, how can I be so stupid?”

Tom finally understood why you were crying. Why you were so stressed, why you were crying like that.

It was tough.

“You’re not stupid, Y/n,” you immediately shook your head at his attempt to console you, “You’re not! I’m serious. You’re smarts come from your understanding of people, and your talents in acting and everything you love. Not from your schoolwork. Your grades are not your worth. You’re the smartest kid I’ve ever met! I mean it.”

Your crying turned to sniffles and you finally nodded. You agreed. You hadn’t felt so sure of yourself in a long time. A small smile found your lips.

“Thank you, Tom, I-I really needed that.”

“Oh, of course, N/n,” he mumbled and pulled you into a hug, burying your head in his chest. You wrapped your arms around him.

“Now my offer still stands. Do you want my help doing the homework?” This time you nodded, and the two of you spent the rest of the day doing all of your homework.

When you were finished, you apologised profusely, but Tom just smiled and said he’d do it any day. Every day onward while you were working on that movie, he’d ask you after shooting if you needed any help, and always insisted it was his pleasure. With Tom around, you never had to feel useless again.

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