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jamespottersdaisy · 11 months

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Sweet Nothing

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more."

To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it.

based on a request

content- fluff, sickness, hurt/comfort?, established relationship.

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author's note- this is actually several blurbs put into one fic, no use of y/n, english is not my first language so beware <3

You feel a hand on your lower back, guiding you through the throng in the Quidditch Pitch to the castle. Raising your head, your eyes catch Remus's soft but rapt expression. His eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes opting for the best way to get you from the packed crowd with the least malaise.

You don't bother to speak; most probably, he won't hear you. Hell, you don't even hear your own thoughts in all this ruckus. However, you would always hear his calm and tender tone.

"This way, dove."

You let your body comply with his hand on your back.

"You guys are a menace," your disapproving timbre curls up his lips into a subtle smile, one that he tries to hide from you. "And I don't believe for a second that you had nothing to do with this."

He chuckles, his brown eyes catching yours for a moment. "I was with you the whole time, wasn't I?"

"They're not brilliant enough to think of a way of hexing the whole–" Your words are cut off when Remus pulls you to his right. You stumble from the sudden shove, feeling his tight grip on your arms.

You see a group of brooms whooshing from where you were standing only seconds before. "What are they doing?"

"Bastards," Remus mutters, agitated that they almost knocked you out.

"Your fault. You shouldn't have given them a reason to celebrate."

You know you are wrong; of course, the Gryffindor players would celebrate with or without the Marauder's prank on the opposite team. However, a little compunction wouldn't hurt.

"It's not my fault that I'm a mastermind," Remus grins, pulling you closer by the waist. You can hear the cheerful shouts and music from afar, knowing that James is probably capering around, frisking on Sirius or Peter.

"Should we go and celebrate with them?" you ask Remus, even though you despise the hubbub, everyone pushing and pulling others, stumbling to one another, hurting each other's toes. Who needs that? You can very well express your cheers in the common room celebrations. And Remus knows you well enough.

"No, we'll see them in the common room," he says, holding your hand tightly. "Are you hungry?"

"We just ate."

"Do you want snacks? I can get some from the kitchens if you do."

You chuckle at his tone, so soft but also pampering you. "Are you hungry? You certainly sound like you want something to eat."

"You?"

"Remus!" you elbow him, blush painting your cheeks. He laughs, a sound that manages to flutter chords in your heart no matter how many times you hear it. He brings your hand–which is entangled between his fingers– to his lips and places a tender peck on it.

"I'll bring you some chocolate from the kitchens."

That is how you know he craves chocolate.

"You two should break up."

"Come again?"

"I said, break up for a day, you're making Prongs sad," Sirius repeats shamelessly at you, going through a cookie bowl.

Remus is ambling down the stairs with a book in his hand. A book which he uses to smack Sirius on the head. He winces, scowling at your boyfriend.

"Prongs being sad is none of our business."

You let Remus sit on the sofa and put your head on his lap. Under a mere second, another hand, belonging to James, plunges into the bowl.

"No matter what I do, Evans won't go out with me on Valentine's Day," he continues to inspect every cookie meticulously, looking for the right one. Your heart aches at the sight, and you decide that enough is enough. You snatch the bowl under his hand and lay back on Remus's lap with the cookies on your stomach. Remus smiles at the sight of you, his hand roaming through your hair.

"Stop sampling the cookies with your filthy fingers."

"They're my only comfort. Give them back," James attacks, ready to grab the bowl back, but Remus's hands stop him. He playfully swats James's hand away from the bowl.

"She's eating them."

You grin at James, visibly smug about your boyfriend's demeanour. "I am eating them, Potter."

"You haven't touched them since Peter brought them from the kitchens."

"I will eat them, Potter."

You don't comprehend what happens next, or you simply don't remember. Maybe James groans and leaves your side, or Sirius starts teasing you again. Who knows? You just feel Remus's fingers tousling between strands of your hair.

"What are you doing?" you whisper, a tiny smile adorning your lips.

"Braiding your hair," he drawls, his eyes glancing at your lips before averting back to your hair.

"You know how to braid?"

Remus chuckles, shaking his head. "No, but I'm learning right now."

"By ruffling my hair?"

"I'm not ruffling, dove. I'm braiding."

"No, you're definitely ruffling. I can feel it."

"I'll comb them later tonight. Sounds good?" you smirk at his raised eyebrows, hearing your heart singing. Moments like this are what soothe your worries and take away the weight on your shoulders for that week. His quiet whispers and tender touch, adoring tone and smiling eyes always manage to find their path to your heart, warming it in an instant.

"Will you also bring me milk and kiss me goodnight?"

He smiles, bringing one hand to your chin. His thumb caresses the skin and journeys to your lips.

"If that's what you want."

You roll your eyes at him, taking his hand from your face in your hand. You start to fiddle with his fingers, oblivious of the beam in his countenance. You love playing with Remus's hand. They are larger than yours, as Remus enjoys pointing out with every chance he gets, but also so soft.

Your eyes forcefully move from your intertwined hands to Remus's brown eyes. In a few seconds, your mind feels his finger resting under your chin. You gaze at him with confusion and affection as he leans in and puts his lips before yours. He doesn't kiss you, merely placing his lips inches away from yours. You know he is waiting for you.

You smile for a moment, your warm breath hitting his lips. You know it puts him on the edge when you josh him, his breathing getting heavier, the black in his eyes widening.

But you relish it more than anything.

"Don't tease, dove," he whispers, and you can feel the anticipation in his tone.

You giggle, your smile growing against his, your fingers running through the hair on his neck. You don't torture him any more, crashing your lips to his. You let out an amused breath when you feel Remus return the kiss in a second, his hands wandering your body.

No matter how long you've been together or how many times he has kissed your lips, it is the same feeling every time. The burn in your core, the desire for more and the joy of his touch. You are too familiar with all these sensations, and yet you welcome them every time with a smile on your face.

"Get a room!"

You are familiar with Sirius's shriek, too.

Your throat burns with pain, your nose itching with an urge to sneeze, which never comes. You know for sure that you look terrible in your bed, with dishevelled hair, a red nose and swollen eyes. However, all this doesn't seem to phase Remus even a bit.

"You're a mule."

He is annoyed and maybe slightly worried. His eyebrows are furrowed, and displeasure has gained a seat on his visage. He is staring at you with irritated eyes and a scowl beside your bed.

"And you're rude," you say, barely managing to raise your voice from a whisper. It's not your fault that your throat hurts when you talk.

"Dove, let's just go to Madam Pomfrey."

"For a cold?"

Remus groans, sitting next to you. He puts one hand on your right thigh before speaking again.

"You'll have a fever if you keep up like this."

"I'm fine, stop worrying," you say, even though you're happy that he does.

You're happy that he worries for you and cares for you. You're happy that he never leaves your side or your hand. You're happy that even though he rarely uses the words, he still manages to tell you he loves you with actions.

You don't need to hear it. You never need to hear it; Remus makes sure that you can feel it.

"You know I can't do that," he shakes his head, persistent with his efforts. "And you know I can't take care of you all by myself."

You chuckle at his words. For the last seven hours, he's been bringing you warm soup, making sure you're hydrated enough, and he hasn't let you stand up for even a second.

"You've done well so far," you smile despite the ache in your temples. "Remus, it's just cold. I'll be fine in the morning, especially with your pampering."

You don't see the point in visiting the hospital wing for a seasonal cold; it seems like overreacting. Remus, on the other hand, seems distraught seeing you in pain. He doesn't want to agree; you can see it on his face, but he agrees anyway.

"It would help if you took a warm shower, you know."

You smile at him, knowing damn well that he wouldn't let you get on your feet without his help.

"Maybe."

Remus nods several times, immediately rising to his feet. "I'll run a shower for you."

You watch him sprint to the bathroom, and the next thing you hear is the water running. You are lucky that your roommates are not in your dorm room today. Or maybe you're unlucky that you got sick on Saturday.

You slowly start getting out of bed, your head throbbing. Remus comes back and helps you get to the bathroom. In reality, he merely follows you from place to place, as you're perfectly capable of walking.

"You're acting like I'm a toddler," you laugh at his concern, which earns you a frown.

"You are a toddler. Why else would you refuse to go to the hospital wing?"

"Because I'm fine," you grin, getting out of your clothes. Remus watches you, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. "If you're waiting for me to ask you to join me, I'm not gonna do that."

He smirks at your tone, pushing himself off the doorframe. "I'll be there if you need me."

He leaves you alone, and you let hot water embrace your bare skin. By the end of the shower, you feel lighter and better, happy that your headache has eased a bit.

Remus waits for you in the room, and you notice that he has brought you another soup.

"How many times do I have to drink that?"

"Enough times for you to get better," he pushes the blanket on top of you when you lay down on the bed. "Cooperate a bit."

He takes the soup bowl in his hand and lifts the spoon. You grimace at the steam rising from the spoon.

"I'd rather not drink–"

"Open wide, the train is coming," he pushes the spoon to your lips.

"Remus!" you pull your head backwards, laughing involuntarily. "It's hot!"

"You haven't even tasted it."

"I can see from the steam."

"Fine," he groans, huffing at the spoon. "It's good now, come on."

Now that you're out of the excuses, you comply with him. Still, you pull a face when your tongue meets with the soup, albeit it is delicious.

"It can't be that disgusting, dove."

"It is," you lie when Remus offers you another spoon, a bit of liquid dripping from your lips to your chin.

"Let me see," he says, and before you can deny it, his lips are already on yours.

You let out a disapproving sound from deep in your throat, even though your stomach tingles at the feeling of Remus's soft lips on yours. He pulls back an inch, but still close enough for you to feel his warm breath.

"It was delicious," he mocks. "Liar."

"You're gonna be sick, baby," you whisper, your lips smiling a bit.

He kisses you again, this time quicker and shorter than before. "You'll take care of me."

And you will take care of him the next morning because he definitely will be sick.

You don't feel your legs, nor do you remember how you got to the castle yard. You're in a trance, unable to hear or feel anything as you stride to a distant tree that will provide you solidarity. Anything except the suffocating weight in your lungs and the burning urge in your throat. You want to cry. You want to drop to your knees and wail, letting tears pour down your eyes, allowing the agony to leave your heart with your every cry.

But you don't cry.

You don't cry until you know you are alone. You don't cry until you are sure that no one can see you, no one can hear you. You don't cry until you are sure that you are out of everyone's sight who will pity you if they see your tears.

It feels too much. You feel too much. You feel too much, but you don't feel enough. You never feel enough.

You run, but you never flee. You swim, but you drown. You smile, but you cry.

The moment you see the tree, your legs give in. You fall to the ground, a cry leaving your lips. You don't scream, you don't wail. You simply welcome the tears as you sit on the ground, pulling your knees to yourself.

Your mind echoes each and every word that pulls you too deep into the ocean.

"I expected more from you."

You thought you did enough.

"It's your fault."

You thought you did the right thing.

"You'll do better next time."

You thought you did better this time.

You hear your pained sob, pitying yourself. Your nails dig into your skin hard enough to leave a mark. You want to leave a mark. You want to feel something, something other than the pain burning inside your chest.

"Dove?"

You whine at your lover's voice, so soft and tender, afraid to startle you. You don't question how he has found you. Somehow he always does.

"Go away, Remus," your tone sounds weaker than you expect, full of agony and desperation. You don't look at his face; you don't look anywhere but your hands.

You don't want him to see your red eyes, tear-stained face and shaking hands. You don't want him to hear your heavy sobs and breathless cries. You don't want him to pity you.

"No," he sits next to you, still a bit hesitant to touch you. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Go away," you cry, "please."

"I am not going anywhere, dove," he shakes his head, his eyes glancing at your hands. He knows it may backfire, and he knows you may draw up your walls even higher, but he takes the risk. He puts his hand on yours, parting your nails from your skin.

You scrunch up your face when he kisses the skin where your nails dig deep, ready to burst into tears once more. You lower your head, refusing to let him see your pain.

He doesn't let you.

"Talk to me," he pleads, holding your hand close to him. "I hate seeing you cry."

Of course, he does, you think. Why would anyone want to put up with your bawling? Why would anyone want to put up with you?

You can feel the hatred poisoning your veins, darkening the light in your heart. You know this hatred, this darkness. You know who it is aimed at. You are too familiar with its burn. You know it is going to mock your weakness and insult your very being because you know you feel that hatred for none other than yourself.

When you talk, you want to drown your voice just to never hear it again.

"I'm sorry."

You don't see Remus's confused face. You don't feel his bafflement. You only hear his loving pitying tone.

"For what?" he asks and doesn't wait for your reply. "Dove, come here."

You despise your body for betraying your mind. You abhor your heart for betraying your will. You hate your frailty when it comes to Remus.

You let him hold you close to his chest, sobbing into his touch. His hands caress your hair, his lips leaving kisses on your temple as comfort. Your body trembles under his affection, the tears staining his shirt.

"It's alright. You're alright," his tone hugs the scarred part of your soul. "I'm here."

"I'm sorry, Remus, I'm sorry–"

"What for, dove? You have nothing to be sorry about," he cuts you off, feeling that you're spiralling. "Tell me what's wrong. Tell me, we'll fix it together, yeah?"

You shake your head, clinging closer to his chest. This is the part you hate most. The part where the words line up against your tongue but don't know how to get out. Your feelings mock you, and you're afraid that if you talk, he will mock you, too.

Remus knows you. He has learned you well enough to know that you are struggling. He strokes your back, encouraging you to speak.

"Come on, dove. You'll feel better," he kisses your hair.

"No, I- It's not.." you mumble something between your sobs, and Remus tries so hard to understand you. He waits, patiently giving you the time you need to organise your thoughts, all while embracing you tightly.

"It's alright. Take your time."

You inhale a deep but shaky breath, your chest trembling from all the hiccups. You wish to speak, to share your pain with your lover, but it's just too heavy. So heavy that letters are like a burden to your tongue.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you don't know you're crying again until you feel teardrops on your hand. "I can't. This is it. This is all I got. It's not enough, I'm not enough."

"Hey, hey, hey," Remus pulls away, taking your face in his hands. "You're more than enough."

"No, no, I-I can't…I can't do better. I need to do better, I have to do better–"

Remus doesn't understand what you're talking about; your words don't make sense to him. All he knows is that your every tear is like a knife to his heart, your every sob is like a hit in the gut, and your every word is like a storm hitting his mind.

"You don't have to do anything. You're doing enough," he says, his heart clenching in pain at the sight of you. "Listen to me."

He puts his forehead on yours, closing his eyes. "Listen to me, dove."

He waits for you. He waits until your breathing calms down, your tears slow down, and your body stops shaking. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent.

"You're enough for me," he whispers, his hands still caressing your body. "I love you, and you're enough for me."

You feel the burn in your chest at ease, the burden in your tongue walking away. You feel your tears come to a halt, your soul finding comfort in his words.

"I love you, too," you whisper back.

"Then talk to me, and let me help you."

So, you talk. You tell him every word in your mind, every pain in your heart and every burden in your soul. You know he can't possibly solve all your problems or take away all your pain, but what he can do is always let you know he loves you, whether with his words or his actions.

I love Remus, I wish men were real.

Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think!

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months

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Valentine’s Day smut w Ethan Landry since tomorrow Valentine’s Day and I’m kinda lonely 🥲

I ended up going all in on this lmao. It's 3.6k words, I hope you like it!!!

The Admirer - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: After swearing off Valentine's Day, your secret admirer gives you hope that not all guys suck.

Contains: *Oral - f and m recieving, fluff, inexperienced!Ethan*

A/N: I got another request after this one for a non-smut Valentine's Day fic, and I might not make it to that one today. I'm so sad about it😫

Valentine’s Day, or as you liked to call it ‘Just another regular day’, isn’t something you celebrated. You used to hope that someone would do something special for you, but after your previous boyfriend dropped the ball every single year and didn’t see the point of celebrating it when you’d go all out for him, you stopped caring about the holiday. This year, with you being single, you were happy that you weren’t going to feel disappointed by the lack of someone else’s effort.

As you got up to get ready, your roommate was heading out the door to get to her first class early.

“Awww,” you heard her say, angling your head to see what she was talking about. “There’s some balloons and roses out here.”

“Who do you think left it for you?” you asked, as she shook her head.

“No babe, this is for you. Look!” She brought the basket containing all the cute Valentine’s Day stuff over to you. You glanced at the tag, seeing your name. “This is so cute! It doesn’t say who it’s from, though.”

“This is probably some kind of prank,” you scoffed, as she rolled her eyes.

“What college kid is going to spend that kind of money on long stemmed red roses for a prank?” she asked, smiling at you. “You have a secret admirer!”

You tried to fight the smile that was forming on your lips, but you couldn’t. This was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you.

“Ooh, they left a card, too,” she said, pulling the envelope out of the basket. “Open it!”

“Okay, okay. Jeez,” you said, peeling the heart-shaped sticker that was sealing the envelope.

You smiled as you started to read it, a blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“What does it say?” she squealed, as you giggled at her excitement. “Sorry, this is just so cute. I need to know.”

“Okay,” you sighed, “It says: I hope you don’t mind me doing this for you. I think you’re really special, and you deserve to be treated like you are. I’d like to take you to dinner tonight if you’re interested. I know it’d be easier for you to make that decision if you know who I am, but I’m a little nervous. I got you a present, and if you do want to take a chance with me, I’d like you to wear it. I’ll see you around today, and if you are wearing it, I’ll meet you in the flower garden at seven.”

Your roommate saw a jewelry box sitting in the basket, “Oh shit, this must be what he wants you to wear!”

She grabbed it and handed it to you. As you opened the box, you smiled at the sweet gesture. “It’s a necklace with a little heart on it,” you squealed, showing her before snapping the box shut.

“Are you going to wear it?” she asked, a huge smile on her face.

“Yeah, I think I can give whoever that did all this for me a chance,” you said, taking the necklace out of the box and hooking the clasp around the back of your neck.

“He said he’ll see you around today, I wonder who it is,” she sat there thinking. “I bet it’s someone you already know.”

“That’s the thing, I know a lot of people. Fingers crossed that it isn’t the creepy English professor,” you sighed, starting to get nervous.

“I don’t think it’s him. There’s no way he’d walk into our dorms with roses and balloons and drop them off outside a student’s door,” she said, “Okay, get up! You need to get ready so you can figure out who this is!”

You made it through your first two classes of the day, and still had no idea who your secret admirer was. You were hoping that it would be obvious. When you sat down to have lunch with your friends, Tara looked over and saw the necklace.

“Aww, that’s so cute! Is it new?” she asked, as Ethan and Chad walked up to the table, sitting down with their lunch.

“Yeah, someone left some stuff outside of my dorm for me this morning. This was in a jewelry box,” you smiled, as Tara started to get excited.

“Do you know who left it?” Mindy asked, glancing over to Ethan.

“No, but whoever it is wants me to meet them in the flower garden at seven,” you smirked, “I’m really excited.”

Ethan was trying to fight the smile on his face as Chad fist-bumped him under the table.

“That’s really sweet, I bet he’s a good dude,” Chad said, taking a bite of his food.

“I hope so. No one’s ever done anything like this for me before,” you said, “I was hoping I’d figure out who it was before tonight. The card that was with the stuff said he’ll see me around today.”

“Maybe you already have seen him today,” Mindy mumbled as she scrolled through her phone.

“Yeah, maybe,” Ethan said, rubbing the back of his neck. He was starting to wonder what your reaction would be later in the night when you walked out to the flower garden and saw him sitting there. As happy as you were with what he’d done for you, he was still scared of rejection. “I think I need to get to my next class.”

“Dude, it doesn’t start for thirty minutes,” Chad said, before noticing the anxiety on Ethan’s face. “But I don’t blame you for wanting to beat the heavy foot traffic.”

“Yeah, it can get a little crazy. I’ll see you guys later,” Ethan said, standing up and throwing away the rest of his food.

“That was weird,” Mindy said, as Chad nudged her with his foot under the table. “What?”

After lunch, the rest of the day flew by. When you made it back to your dorm, your roommate helped you get ready.

“You look so cute!” she said, taking in your appearance. You didn’t know what your secret admirer would be wearing, so you were really hoping you weren’t underdressed.

“Yeah, but what if he shows up in like, a suit or something,” you laughed, looking down at the outfit.

“This guy has to know you. I highly doubt he’d show up like that,” she said, adding some light blush to your cheeks. “You look hot, don’t overthink it.”

You grabbed your phone, the ‘6:40’ on the screen making you nervous.

“Fuck, I need to go. I’m going to be late.”

“Be safe. Text me if you need me,” she smiled, walking you to the door.

The February air was chilly as it started to get darker outside. Your hands slid inside your jacket pockets as you walked the path to the garden. The only flowers bloomed were the winter ones, but the fountains and the soft glow of the lights on the ground made everything look so beautiful in the distance. You saw someone sitting on the bench, your heart racing as you stepped closer.

“Ethan?” you asked, your eyes adjusting to see one of your best friends sitting there. You were relieved when you saw him in his normal attire.

“Hey,” he said, “Sorry if this is a little weird.”

You smiled at him as you sat beside him on the bench.

“You’re the one that left me that stuff this morning?” you asked as he rubbed his hands against his lap.

“Yeah, I’m sorry if you’re disappointed that it’s me.”

“Why would I be disappointed?” you asked, taking one of his hands in yours, attempting to calm his nerves. He smiled at the gesture. “I’m happy it’s you.”

“Really?” he smiled, “I’ve been so nervous all day.”

“If you would’ve asked me out, I would’ve said yes. Don’t get me wrong, I love that you did all this for me, but you didn’t have to,” you said, as he started to rub his thumb against the top of your hand.

“You’re worth it. I got the idea the other day when we were at Tara’s, and you were talking about your ex never doing anything special for you. It bummed me out because I think you’re amazing and deserve the world. I thought today would be the perfect time to shoot my shot,” he started to laugh, “If I knew you were interested, I would’ve said something sooner.”

“I think you picked the perfect time,” you said, as his eyes looked between yours and your lips. He started to lean in, but then he just stopped.

“Uh, maybe we should get to dinner,” he said, looking away and standing up.

He grabbed your hand as you stood up. You started to walk towards the garden exit when you stopped him.

“Wait,” you said, standing in front of him. He looked confused as you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. You stood on your tippy toes as he leaned down to kiss you. He had a goofy smile on his face when you pulled away. “I thought this was the perfect spot for our first kiss.”

“I think it’s the perfect spot for our second one, too,” he said, leaning down to kiss you again. “Now, let’s go to dinner.”

“Okay,” you giggled.

He held your hand as you walked down the sidewalk towards the restaurants on campus. You bumped into Chad and Tara outside of the cute little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that the friend group regularly liked to go to. Chad was excited, while Tara was confused.

“Wait! Ethan was your secret admirer?” she asked, looking up to Chad. She stared him down as she realized he already knew. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you tell her everything,” Chad said, motioning to you, “Mindy knew, too.”

“What the fuck?” she said, smiling as she looked at your hand in Ethan’s. “You better treat her right.”

“I will,” he said, “We’re going to dinner, I guess I’ll see you later?”

Chad shook his head, “No, I’m staying at Tara’s tonight.”

“Oh, cool. You guys have fun,” he said, waving as you walked into the restaurant.

Chad and Tara walked in a few minutes later, sitting on the opposite side of the restaurant. They didn’t want to make things weird, even though you kept catching Tara glance over to you.

“So, you had no idea it was me?” he asked, after the waitress took the drink order.

“No, I didn’t think you were interested in me.” His eyes went wide.

“I’ve always been interested. Since the first day Tara invited you to have lunch with us,” he smiled, “Chad tried to push me to ask you out.”

“So why didn’t you?” you questioned, as the drinks were sat down in front of you.

“I guess it was the whole ‘the hot girl could never want the dorky virgin’ thing,” you started to laugh.

“If anything, I think it’s hot that you’re a virgin,” you smirked, his cheeks turning pink as he sat across from you. “It’s not a bad thing. It’s the innocence factor.”

“So, if we had sex, would you be less into me?” he started to get embarrassed, “Wait, forget I said that. That was dumb.”

Watching him get so flustered as he spoke and stumble over his words was adorable. You didn’t want to keep the conversation sexual with it being the first date, but you did need to assure him.

“No, it would be even hotter that you wanted to do that with me,” you smirked, taking his hand in yours on top of the table. “But there’s no rush for that. I don’t want you to think it’s a deal breaker for me if you want to wait.”

“Okay, that’s good to know,” he said, moving his hand from yours so the waitress had room to set the food down. “Thank you,” he said to her as she walked away.

After both of you ate, Ethan wasn’t ready for the night to end.

“Do you want to come to my dorm? We could watch a movie or something,” he said, lacing his fingers in yours.

“Sure,” you smiled, as he led the way. “As long as it’s something that’s so romantic it’ll make me cry.”

He started to laugh, “Deal.”

When you made it to the dorm, he suggested Titanic.

“You know it’s three hours long, right?” you asked, sitting on his bed.

“It gives me an excuse to spend more time with you,” he shrugged, grabbing his laptop. “As long as that’s okay with you.”

“That sounds perfect.”

You snuggled against him as he pushed play, his arm wrapping around you as he held you close. His hand started to rub your side; the simple motion very soothing.

“Okay, I need to sit up for a minute or I’m going to fall asleep,” you said, removing your head from his chest.

“I wouldn’t mind if you fell asleep on me,” he said, turning his head to kiss you.

“Yeah, but then I’d ruin the rest of the date,” you said, kissing him again.

His hand went to the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. Your lips flowed so well with his. You were both getting turned on when he pulled away. You had a confused look on his face, and as badly as he wanted to keep going, he cared about you too much.

“I don’t want you to think this is all I want from you,” he said, his breathing heavy.

“I know it’s not, but I told you earlier, we can wait as long as you want to.”

You laid your head back on his chest, trying to focus on the movie when you noticed the bulge in his jeans. It took everything in you to turn the attention back to the movie. You almost felt wrong to feel this way, but you’d known him for almost a year. It wasn’t like this was the first time the two of you had spent time together.

As Rose and Jack started to fall in love, you felt his hand rubbing against your side again. You didn’t feel like you could fall asleep this time as the movie started to get interesting.

“Hey,” Ethan said, “Can I kiss you again?”

“Mhm,” you said, angling your neck so his lips could reach yours. The position wasn’t that comfortable for you, and he could tell, so he scooted you off of him and hovered over you.

“Is this okay?” he asked, leaning in closer. You nodded before he connected his lips to yours. His hand went to your hip as yours went to his hair. When your shirt started to slip up a little and his fingers brushed against the exposed skin, you gently pushed him off you.

His eyes were dark with lust, you were sure yours looked the same.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, “I’m sorry If I did.”

“No, you didn’t. I’m just, uh, fuck,” you sighed as he waited for you to continue, “You’re really, uhm…fuck it. You’re making me wet.”

“Really?” he smirked, trying to hide his excitement that his lack of experience didn’t seem to matter.

“Yeah, the way you’re kissing me is just…ugh,” you groaned, the sexual frustration evident to Ethan.

“You could let me take care of you,” he said, his hand running along your thigh over your jeans.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” you questioned; he quickly nodded his head. “But what about you, though?”

“We can talk about that after,” he said, leaning back down to kiss you. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

He started to slide your shirt up your torso as you sat up a little to make it easier for him to pull it over your head. His mouth started to kiss along the newly exposed skin, stopping at the top of your breasts.

“Can you help me with this?” he laughed, as you reached behind yourself and unhooked it. “Okay, I think I’ve got it from here.”

He slid the straps down your arms and tossed your bra to the other side of the room. You started to whimper when he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling across it before he switched to the other side. His hands were running along your thigh, over your pussy and up to the button of your jeans.

When he unbuttoned them and started to slide the material down your legs, the anticipation was killing you. You felt how his mouth moved against your nipples, desperate to know how good his mouth would feel when he ate you out. Your whimpers got louder at his actions and your own thoughts.

He started to kiss lower, your body squirming underneath him.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Mhm,” your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you even lower over the material of your panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, leaning back to slide those down your legs, too. “If what I’m doing doesn’t feel good, will you tell me?”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine, but yes, I will,” you smiled, your breathing heavy.

He leaned in, the simple lick to your clit making your hips jolt. He looked back up at you, “That felt good, keep doing that.”

His tongue flicked again as he watched you. Your hand went to his hair when you looked down at him, the eye contact turning you on even more.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, as his tongue dipped inside of you. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

The praise you were giving him went straight to his throbbing cock. He was proud of himself, happy that he was making you feel good. He’d thought about this so many times, and this was better than he could’ve ever imagined.

His mouth continued to move against you, going back to your clit as he slipped a finger inside your core that was dripping with both his spit and your own arousal.

“Right there,” you gasped as he angled his finger just right.

“Can I use two?” he asked, as he pulled away from your sensitive clit.

“Please,” you said, as he added another finger. “Oh my god.”

“That feel good?” he asked, watching the way your eyebrows knitted together and your jaw dropped.

“Yes,” you moaned out, his fingers making your orgasm start to build.

Your pussy started to occasionally flutter around his fingers. He wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but he knew it must’ve felt good as your moaning got louder. His mouth went back to your clit, sucking it into his mouth.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, as his fingers and mouth kept moving. He felt like he could cum at the feeling of your walls spasming around his fingers, not to mention the borderline-pornographic moans falling out of your mouth.

“How was that?” he asked, crawling up the bed to lay beside you.

“Holy fuck,” you said, your breathing still labored. “That was perfect.”

The throbbing in his cock was starting to get painful as he waited for you to catch your breath. He didn’t want to ask you to do anything for him, because he wanted you to know that everything he’d done for you earlier in the day wasn’t to get into your pants. It was to show you how much he cared about you.

“So…about me taking care of you…” you smirked at him, “Can I?”

“Only if you want to,” he said, “No pressure.”

“Oh, I want to,” you said crawling on top of him.

He sat up a little as you helped him take his shirt off. When you kissed his neck, he started to smile. It felt good, but he also felt the necklace he gave you brushing against him.

As you kissed over his chest and down his abs, he couldn’t stop watching the way your ass stuck up in the air. He almost wanted to cave and fuck you, but he was determined to hold out, at least until next time.

You quickly unbuttoned his jeans as he lifted a little so you could slide them down, grabbing onto his boxers as you did so. His cheeks reddened as he was fully exposed in front of you, nervous about what you thought.

“The shy guys always have the biggest dicks,” you sighed, licking his tip. You watched him as you teased him with the gentle licks, before focusing on taking him in your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as you started to suck. “That feels so good.”

Your mouth kept moving, your drool sliding down the rest of his cock that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You started to stroke him, the combination of that and your mouth making his orgasm quickly creep up.

His hand went to your hair as his hips started to thrust a little, making you gag around him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, the pretty sound making you suck a little harder.

His eyes screwed shut as he released his hot cum in your mouth. His legs were tingling as you were overstimulating him a little, whines flooding out of his mouth.

“Sorry, babe,” you said after pulling away, “I couldn’t help it. Your cum tastes so good.”

It was your turn to crawl up beside him, laying your head on his chest as he caught his breath.

“Can we do that again sometime?” he asked, his fingers tracing along your back.

“Whenever you want,” you giggled, as he got quiet. “What are you thinking about?”

“Just how hot it was to see you naked wearing nothing but that necklace,” he mumbled, getting sleepy.

When you sat up, his eyes opened. He didn’t want you to go anywhere. When you started to smile as you posed on the bed beside him, he started to laugh.

“Will you draw me like one of your French girls?” you asked, referencing the movie that you didn’t get to finish.

“The best I can do is a stick figure with boobs.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream smut #ethan landry smut

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jamdoughnutmagician · 1 year

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From Me to You.

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary:Eddie finds a love letter pushed through his locker, and he’s determined to find out who his secret admirer is.

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of, just tooth-rotting Valentine’s day fluff! Slight use of "y/n" sorry I couldn't escape it!!

Word Count:1,867

Authour’s Note:My life is so devoid of any kind of romance, so I though what better way to resolve that than to write some cutesy Valentine’s Day fic with everyone’s favourite metal-head? Maybe I'm posting this a little early, but I'm pretty pleased with how this turned out (since I suck at writing fluff) and I wanted to share it!

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Eddie, oh no, that couldn’t be further from the truth. However, having to admit to your crush on your best friend? Well that was a whole other story.

So, your big plan was to leave little secret admirer notes in Eddie’s locker in the week leading up to Valentine’s day on Friday. It was an easy way to confess your love to him, without the sting of rejection coming to bite you in the ass.

The Monday after your last class you waved Eddie goodbye as he made his way to the drama room where the Hellfire club would be meeting for their latest campaign. Although you didn't share his love of Dungeons and Dragons, you were still as close as friends could be, only you didn't want to be just his friend.

Waiting for him to disappear out of sight, you look around to check the coast is clear before you slip the hand-written note into his locker. Pushing the folded up piece of paper through the vented slats in his locker, you make your way out of the school.

All you have to do now is just have to wait until tomorrow to find out if your little secret mission was successful.

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Eddie strolled into school that Tuesday morning, opening up his locker to put away his things, but as he did so, a small folded up piece of paper fell to the floor. Piquing his curiosity, he bent down to pick up the paper. Unfolding it carefully his eyes scanned over the nice hand-written message inside.

Your smile is my favourite thing and it brightens my day

He glances at the swirling joined up writing and how the little hearts dot the I’s and he finds his face warming with a blush.

“What’ve you got there then, Ed?” Gareth asks noisily, causing the rest of the members of Corroded Coffin to turn their heads to their lead guitarist.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Eddie says defensively as he stuffed the note in his pocket.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Gareth dropped the subject and they guys went about the rest of their school day.

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The next day, Eddie goes to open his locker and surprisingly another note falls at his feet.

Quickly he bends to pick it up before anyone notices that he’s received another note. Unfolding the paper he reads the message.

You give me butterflies

He reasons that it must be the same person that it was from yesterday, because the handwriting is exactly the same and the I’s are still dotted adorably with the same little hearts.

As quick as his hopes get up at the thought of someone writing him little love notes,his thoughts are pulled in the direction that this must be some sort of prank. It had to be, right? Why else would anyone leave the school’s ‘freak’ sweet notes like this if not for some kind of twisted joke.

Jason Carver and his gang probably thought the idea that someone might have a crush on Eddie, laughable. Yeah, he thinks to himself, that sounds more plausible.

Speak of the devil.

Jason and his crew make their way past him laughing loudly and obnoxiously. Right, that's it.

Eddie stormed up to Jason, poking an accusing finger in his face.

“I bet you think this is really funny, don’t you Carver?”

“What do you want, freak?” Jason barks out.

“You, leaving those little notes in my locker.” Eddie jabs.

Eddie looks at Jason for a moment, a look of genuine confusion gracing the features of the basketball player, his brows knitted together, before he huffs out an incredulous laugh.

“In your dreams, Munson” Jason laughs in his face as he pushes past Eddie.

Okay…So maybe this wasn’t a joke. Well who was sending Eddie anonymous love letters?

_______

I want to hold your hands and kiss your face

Another day, another note. Eddie was still none the wiser as to who exactly was putting these love letters in his locker. Right, he thought to himself, he was going to need some help if he had any chance of finding out who this secret admirer of his was.

Strolling through the doors of Family video, Eddie had decided to recruit the help of the only person he could think that would actually be of any help to him. Even if it did mean that he would have to show all the notes he’d received with Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington.

“Wait, so let me get this straight. You’ve been getting anonymous love letters put in your locker?” Steve asks

“Well..yeah?” Eddie answers.

“...And you’re absolutely sure you have no idea who this is?” Steve presses.

“Well at one point I thought Carver was doing it, you know, for a joke..but I confronted him about it yesterday and that turned out about as well as you can imagine” Eddie explains

“Do you have some that you want it to be?” Steve quizzes, as he watches the metal-head’s expression change instantly, flushing scarlet rising from his chest to his cheeks and the tips of his nose. “Aha!” -Steve exclaims, jabbing his finger towards Eddie- “So you are thinking of someone then?”

Luckily, Eddie was saved from the embarrassment of admitting to his crush on one of his best friends by Robin interrupting his and Steve’s conversation.

“What are you two dorks gabbing about over there?” She shouts making her way from the back of Family video where she was rearranging a stack of horror films.

“Munson here has got himself a secret admirer.” Steve says, cocking his thumb towards Eddie. “Said he’s been getting these little love notes slipped in his locker” Steve continues with his teasing.

“Oooh!! Let me see ‘em!!” Robin squeals excitedly.

Scattering the piece of paper out onto the countertops, the boys watch as Robin reads through each of the messages. Her eyes scan over the words, and her eyebrows draw together, and her expression one of surprise.

“You alright over there, Rob? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, which considering what we’ve been through, is the last thing that should have you looking like that.” Steve joked.

“Shut up, Dingus.” Robin says, shushing Steve holding her pointer finger up at him. “Eddie, I think I might know who your secret admirer is.”

The two boys look at Robin with wide eyes and bated breath.

Robin turns her back and hot-foots it to the back room of Family video.

“I thought you were going to tell us who it is?” Eddie shouts after his friend.

“Hold your horses will 'ya, Munson?!” she shouts back over her shoulder.

Robin returns with a wide grin gracing her freckled features as she slams down a sheet of A4 lined paper on the counter top.

“What the hell’s this?” Steve said, looking even more confused than before.

“These are the notes that I borrowed from y/n, for Kominski’s class yesterday. Now I don’t know about you guys, but I’d say that that swirly handwriting looks very familiar to me.” Robin says proudly, like she’s decoded the most cryptic of secret messages.

Eddie and Steve lean in closer to compare the handwriting in the love letters, to the handwriting in the classroom notes.

“I mean, apart from the little hearts that are dotting the I’s, I would say that is the exact same handwriting” Robin points out.

“So, y/n, huh?” Steve says, letting the thought hang in the air.

If Eddie was blushing before, his whole face must’ve looked like a tomato at this point,

“Judging by your very red and embarrassed face, I’m going to guess that you like her too, right?” Robin asks.

Steve and Robin look at Eddie as he shyly scratches the back of his neck

“Okay, yeah I like her..I like her a lot actually.”

“But isn’t tomorrow Valentine’s day?” Steve throws out.

“Oh this is perfect!” Robin jumps up and down excitedly. “Here’s what you’re going to do…” she began as she brought Eddie closer to tell him her plan.

_______

Sticking to the plan that Robin (and Steve who got dragged into it by Robin) helped him with, Eddie got up early for school for once in his life. That morning he showered, and dressed in a clean Black Sabbath shirt (that he’d previously ironed that evening, earning a raised eyebrow from his uncle, and hung up ready to put on in the morning.)

Dressed and ready to leave, he picked up the bunch of red roses that he’d bought from the Valentine’s day section in town yesterday evening after leaving Family Video.

He’d called you and asked if you needed a lift on the way to school, and knowing you the way he did, you would much prefer to ride with him in his van than take the school bus.

“Son..” Uncle Wayne called out to Eddie as he was just about to go through the door. “Good luck today, you be nice to that girl, alright?” His gruff voice huffs out.

“I will Wayne, I can promise you that.” Eddie throws over his shoulder with a wide grin as he makes his way to his van.

_______

Pulling up to your house, he parks his van and takes a moment to catch his breath before grabbing his bunch of roses and walking to your front door.

Squaring his shoulders he raises his knuckles to your door to deliver a confident knock.

“I’m coming!!” he hears you shout from inside the house.

You unlock the door to see your best friend hiding his face behind a bouquet of beautiful red roses before handing them to you.

“These are for you. Happy Valentine’s day” he says as you kindly accept the flowers from him.

Although you had smiled when he’d given you the flowers, he could still sense your confusion at his gesture.

“I got your notes…I thought they were really cute y’know and truth be told when I read them I kind of hoped they were from you.” he rambled, feeling that familiar heat flushing across his cheeks.

“How did you figure out it was me?” you ask.

“Well it wasn’t easy, but Robin and Steve helped me figure it out…mostly Robin, though..” he chuckles.

There’s a moment's silence between the two of you where you’re both looking into each other’s eyes.

Feeling bold, you rise up on your tip-toes to place a quick peck to Eddie’s cheek. You feel him smile brightly under your lips.

“Thanks for the flowers, Ed. They’re beautiful”

“You missed.” he says with a look of disappointment in his deep brown eyes.

“Huh?”

“You missed.” he says again, smirking as he points to his lips.

“Take me on a date first, and then we can see about that kiss, Ed” you giggle.

“Let me take you to the movies tomorrow? We can hold hands and do all that cute shit that you’re supposed to do on a first date” he looks to you excitedly.

“I’d love to!”

“Great! I’ll come pick you up at seven?”

“It’s a date” You smile back at him.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things s4

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enretrogue · 2 months

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𝗙𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Multi-Character

Window Shopping (Connie Springer +. Ryomen Sukuna) — @chrollohearttags ༝༚༝༚

Threesome (Connie Springer + Onyankopon) — @merakidoll ༝༚༝༚

Tryna Threeway With His Roomie (Jean Kirstein + Connie Springer) — @honeybleed

On Valentine’s Day (Jean Kirstein +Porco Galliard) — @shepnicolo

Double Penetration (Reiner Braun + Zeke Jaeger) — @nekomacheercaptain

Double the Fun (Eren Jaeger + Reiner Braun) — @daisynik7

Drift King (Eren Jaeger + Ryomen Sukuna) — @s-sugustar ༝༚༝༚

Connie Springer

“Make It Fit”!Connie — @nysrage ༝༚༝༚

Midnight Snack — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Messages w/ Bestfriend!Connie — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

When Connie First Saw You, He Knew You Were The One — ^ ༝༚༝༚

24/7 — @ayeyolooo ༝༚༝༚

He Fucks the Attitude Out of You — @kyunzin ༝༚༝༚

Let Me Get A Taste — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Connie Meets Y/N’s Doggy — @cindol ༝༚༝༚

Ears Pierced — @rissouu ༝༚༝༚

Some Help — @nininikki ༝༚༝༚

Soft Thug ⎢ Part 2 — @klipkillakai ༝༚༝༚

Forgotten — @spliffymae

Nobody Else, Nothing Else — @rrenzwrld ༝༚༝༚

Eren Jaeger (Yeager)

Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy! — @merakidoll ༝༚༝༚

Jean Kirstein (Kirschtein)

Plug!Jean — @rissouu ༝༚༝༚

Texts w/ Plug!Jean — ^ ༝༚༝༚

I’m Thinkin’ Bout Wifin’ You — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Late Night Drives — @jeanboyjean

All Mine — @planeteroticaaa

The Way Things Go — @plutoccult

Someday — @kingkonoha

Jean Covering His Ears — @shunsuis

DILF!Jean — @jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd

Stupid Gifts and a New Milestone — @sleepingpillscosmos

Now Playing At The Video Store — @mochimooon

Onyankopon

4 Your Eyes Only — @nysrage ༝༚༝༚

The House Party — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Rollin’ To Love — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Just Me Loving You — @s-sugustar ༝༚༝༚

Mutuals — @anucalor ༝༚༝༚

Smutty Blurb — @katsukis-lilbunnywhore ༝༚༝༚

Reiner Braun

Tutoring Jock!Reiner — @mommypieck

Reiner Fucking Your Wrist — ^

Headpats, please? — @erwinsmithsmissingleftarm

NSFW Alphabet — ^

Eye Contact — @love-fictional-ppl

Gingerbread Sweet — @amywritesthings

Sugar Daddy Reiner — @agusrkive

BLEACH:

Multi-Character:

Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store HCs (Kensei, Renji, Byakuya, Grimmjow, Ichigo) — @dreadsuitsamus

Byakuya Kuchiki

Bella Notte — @sashi-ya

Valentine’s Event — @actuallysaiyan

“Unwanted” Matrimony” — @tojiscumdumpster ༝༚༝༚

Renji Abarai

Knockout — @tojiscumdumpster ༝༚༝༚

THE GRAY MAN:

Court Gentry/Sierra Six

He a Creature — @ryanclutched

Alone Together — @ken-dom

NARUTO:

Multi-Character

“Thank you for the flowers” Prank (Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kakashi) — @kingkonoha

Out of My Mind ⎢ Ch. 2 ⎢ Ch. 3 ⎢ Ch. 4 (Neji Hyuga + Shikamaru Nara) — @hyuganejiswife

Shikamaru Nara

One Night — @kingkonoha

Boy’s Night — @galaxychaos78

Kinktober Day 21: Squirting — @actuallysaiyan

Shikamaru w/ a Busty Reader HCs — @chocolatetheoristcloud

Night In — @jodrawssmut

Alone — @nanamimizz

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kmt123whatsthetea · 27 days

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The Weasley twins birthday headcanon

A/N: I wanted to get this done as I didn't have time to do something like this on Valentines Day. This isn’t a goodbye fic, I'm just going to be offline for a few months (I know it's normal for me to not post daily or weekly, but I’ll be off the grid for a while). I know this isn't that good, it's something that I threw together the day before.

TW: NSFW, Somnophilia, Servant/ Master, lingerie, Exhibitionism?, Teeny bit of voyeurism,

-The twins always loved celebrating their birthday (mainly because it’s April fools day)

-They can prank to their heart’s content and use two excuses to get away with it

-When they first started owning a shop, it only dubbed their mischievous ambitions

-When you came into their lives, they decided to turn their mischief into dirty fun

-They’d always wake you up with either one of their cocks in your mouth or in your cunt, sometimes both at the same time

-When you woke up confused, naked, and horny, they'd say that they couldn't wait to unwrap their gift

-A few days before their birthday, they’d buy you lingerie that was their favourite colour

-They asked you to wear it all day, no matter what

-Their birthday=Their pleasure

-Because it’s their birthday, you were their perfect little servant all day

-Anything they asked of you, you did no matter what

-They asked you to get down on your hands and knees and let your lingerie ride up? Yes sirs

-They asked you to keep their cocks warm while they continued about their day? Yes sirs

-They asked you to tease yourself while they gave you orders? Yes sirs

-Their birthday, their rules

-This isn't strictly limited to their birthday

-For your special day, they’ll pamper you and treat you like the only rose in a flowerbed (which is pretty similar to how they treat you year round)

-They like to shut the shop on birthdays, but they have opened before just so you can sit beneath the counter and keep your mouth busy while they serve customers (Fred came up with the idea)

-George came up with the idea to dress you in lingerie for the day

-All in all, the day will run like this and end with some pretty kinky sex which will most likely result in snuggle and eating birthday cake (which Molly definitely dropped round)

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mrsjellymunson · 2 months

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Candyman, Candyman, Candyman

A Valentine’s Eddie Munson 5+1 fic

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x gn!reader, Eddie Munson x masc!reader, Eddie Munson x you

Summary: The Valentines 5+1 that nobody asked for (not even me 😆) Five times you get to give Eddie a kiss, and one time he kisses you back

W/C: ~2.1k

C/W: SFW, FLUFF. Kissing, a pet name. This is pure fluff, but my blog is generally 18+ so I’d prefer it if you were over 18. Reader wears lipgloss. Reader and Eddie are both over 18. Inspired by this supersweet fic by @hellfirenacht which I hope it’s okay for me to mention! I wasn’t planning to write for Valentine’s, but here we are, so thanks for the inspo. Also, I should probably mention at this point that I have no idea how candygrams actually work 🫣

To anyone looking from the outside, you’re a preppy honours student, but you have a dark and curious side. You’re usually all pressed shirts, woven fabrics and tweed, but you’ve sometimes been known to wear those starched shirts pulled a little too tight, and you occasionally add a chain belt or some chunky boots.

You don’t tell anyone that on the weekends you like to experiment with heavy eyeliner and leather accessories. Or that you’ve been spending a lot of time recently staring at one fellow student in particular a little more than is absolutely polite.

So when you accidentally overhear a private conversation about a certain metalhead, and the opportunity for helping out with the school’s annual Valentine's fundraiser presents itself, you sign up as fast as you can.

Once a year the school allows students to organise cards and candygrams to be sent around for Valentine’s Day. It lasts the full school week, and the premise is fairly simple. The pink and red fliers have been floating around for weeks already, declaring:

MONDAY Send a lipstick kiss on a heart shaped card $1 TUESDAY Add a lollipop $2 WEDNESDAY Send a card and blow them a kiss! $3 THURSDAY Send a card, plus a kiss on the cheek! $4 FRIDAY For when you’re really serious! Send them a card, and a kiss on the lips! $5 Sign Up In The Cafeteria!

Only the week before, Eddie Munson had been on a tirade in the lunchroom about the commercialisation of human affection, and the unrealistic expectations of binary, monogamous relationships.

You think perhaps he shouldn’t be one to talk, given the content of that conversation that you eavesdropped on involves Eddie's band mates knowing he’s never been kissed. They’ve pooled their resources and plan to surprise him during Valentine’s week.

Everything’s anonymously ordered, so no one knows who’s sending things. And you’ve finagled a position on the volunteering committee that allows you to choose which volunteers deliver which messages. Handy.

You’ve also invested in a new red-tinted, strawberry flavour lipgloss. It’s all going well so far. The only thing you can’t predict is whether or not Eddie Munson likes strawberries…

Monday comes around quickly. Kisses on cards day. Quite a few have been ordered and there are lots to get delivered around the various classes, so there’s four of you from the fundraising committee delivering them to his class.

Thanks to your position on the committee, you know it’s your lipgloss on Eddie’s card. When you sidle past his desk to deliver it to him you watch him pull back slightly, his eyes open wide, shocked that anyone would send him anything. You guess he’s more used to pranks and jokes than any genuine affection, and it hurts your heart.

You want to give him a hint as to whose kiss is on his card. Trying to be as subtle as you can, and making sure he’s watching you, you catch his eye and bite the side of your lower lip ever so slightly. It puffs your lips out a bit and you see his attention is drawn to your mouth. Success?

There’s a general clamour in the class as recipients and observers alike wave their cards and ponder the potential senders, but Eddie’s quiet for once. He’s tentatively running his fingers over the edge of the card, not picking it up or pulling it towards him, treating it like it’s a potential threat. Just before your group leaves to attend another class, you see him subtly runs his fingertips over the shiny stain.

You don’t know it but later, when he’s alone, he brings the card up to his face to get a closer look at that lipgloss kiss, and he swears he can smell strawberries…

Tuesday means lollipop day. You and your fellow volunteers have more cards to deliver, this time accompanied by little heart shaped candies on sticks. Again, quite a few get delivered, and again, you make sure you’ve got Eddie’s.

As you enter his classroom for the second day in a row, your face is coy and you give him a little smirk. You make your way around the class, distributing cards and candies.

To Eddie’s ongoing surprise, you stop in front of his desk again. As you hand Eddie his card, there are a couple of whoops and hollers from his friends behind him. It’s not part of the deal, but you can’t resist, and before you pass Eddie’s candy to him you press one flat side of the lollipop to your lips, handing it over quickly afterwards, saying, “Enjoy your candy, Eddie.”

Wednesday - blow a kiss day. There’s fewer orders for this service, so only two of you today. You blow a couple of short kisses to others in the room, making it quick and perfunctory.

Again, Eddie’s shocked when you stop in front of his desk, seeming to look to each side of him in an attempt to work out whether you’ve really chosen him again. You pass him his third card, and when you blow Eddie his kiss, it’s slow and seductive, your lips pursing and smacking against your fingers, and you blow across them long and slow, making sure your breath reaches his face.

His classmates erupt, and Eddie’s certain he smells strawberries again…

Thursday. Kiss on the cheek day.

There are fewer orders today, and you're the only volunteer delivering to Eddie’s class. It’s a little awkward and you feel very ‘on show’, but as soon as you see Eddie is in class your desire to put your plan into action overrides any awkwardness.

You give one girl a peck on the cheek, she’s cute and blushes before saying a quiet, “Thank you.”

A jock on the other side of the room is next. He’s less gallant and tries to turn his head at the last moment, but you’re wise to such tricks and he doesn’t get the lip contact he wants, earning you a scowl from him and a round of applause from his cronies.

You can see Eddie’s friends almost vibrating with excitement as you turn and step towards him.

His cheeks flush and he squirms as he realises you’re stopping next to his desk. Again.

You try to reassure him, and say quietly, so almost no one else can hear, “Don’t worry, Eddie. I’ll be gentle with you.”

You bend at the waist, puckering your lips and slowly bringing them to his soft, milky white skin. You plant a slow, strawberry-scented peck to the side of his face, leaving a shimmering red stain just next to where you know your favourite dimple resides.

He turns almost the colour of your lipgloss, and the cheers of his classmates serenade you as you smile to yourself and leave the class for another day.

Friday - kiss day!

You’re thrilled that you’ve managed to wrangle everything so that you get to do a ‘five dollar’ delivery with Eddie. Your planning couldn’t have gone better.

You’re more excited than you would ever admit, a heat collecting in your belly as you try to walk as calmly as you can to his classroom.

He’s the only recipient today, making this a really big deal in front of the entire class.

There’s a couple of whistles and yelps as you enter, some of his classmates clearly aware of what’s to come.

You decide to tease the rest of the class a little, walking around the desks for effect, as everyone’s wondering who it’s going to be.

Eventually, you stop in front of Eddie’s desk. His friends are yelping the loudest, but the whole class is emitting a low chorus of ‘oooooooh’s.

Eddie holds his hands up, palms out in front of him, and, giving you - and, you suspect, him - an out, he mumbles quietly,

“Whoa. You know you don’t have to do this, right?”

He starts stuttering something about the patriarchy and antiquated societal notions of romantic expectations and subservience, but you’re barely listening, your concentration fully focused on his lips, practically salivating at the thought of finally getting close to those delicious, plump, pink pillows.

You give him what you hope is a reassuring and soft smile as you clasp your hands behind your back and begin to lean forwards.

Eddie leans back as you move. It must look comical to the outside observers as you lean in, eyes closed and lip pursed, as he moves backwards at the same rate, eyes as wide as saucers and doing a great impersonation of a rabbit in headlights.

Eventually, his back against his chair and his chin pulled down as far as it will go, he has nowhere left to run.

You keep leaning forward, the fronts of your thighs connecting with his desk helping to stabilise you.

Feeling your nose gently bump his, you turn your head almost imperceptibly and continue forwards, allowing them to slide past each other.

Your lips finally connect.

A tiny amount at first, barely touching, you feel your lower lip press against his, and then your upper.

His mouth is warm, his lips velvety and soft, not chapped and rough like some others.

It feels so good.

You press forwards a little more, connecting more of your flesh with his.

The whoops, hollers and whistles from the classmates fade from your hearing. You do however hear a tiny whimper from the boy in front of you, and you don’t know it but he’s closed his eyes.

You stay like this for a moment, you enjoying the sensation you’ve been dreaming about for weeks, Eddie sitting stiffly in front of you.

But then, with a soft moan that only you can hear, you feel Eddie’s lips relax and purse, and suddenly he’s kissing you back, gently and subtly, your lips moving in harmony, hot breaths mingling and surrounding you in a warm cloud.

After what feels like a delicious eternity, you hear the teacher loudly clearing their throat behind you, and you realise your time is more than up.

Although it’s probably only been about five seconds, it feels like it was long enough for your whole world to tip on its axis and stop spinning.

Reluctantly, you break the kiss and slowly stand back up, rolling your lower lip inwards a little and feeling your cheeks, and other areas, heating.

Behind him, Eddie gets slapped on the back by Jeff and Dougie, and Gareth is clapping loudly and shouting affirmations.

The room has erupted into a clamouring, yelling mess of applause, but neither you nor Eddie are paying much attention.

His lips roll inwards too, and the very tip of his pink tongue peeps out as if to taste you.

He gifts you an incredulous half smile, that dimple you love so much almost making an appearance.

You back away, bashfully, spinning on your heel before you turn back, almost forgetting the final part of your job, and add,

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eddie.”

It’s the end of the week, and you’re in the parking lot after school. You’re standing with a gaggle of other volunteers, laughing, giggling, discussing how well the fundraising has gone, exchanging horror stories of some really bad kisses, and one person even trying to shove their tongue in.

Eddie waits until you’re on your own, heading to your car.

He steps beside you just as you reach your door.

“Hey, Candy.”

You turn, leaning back against your car, and you can’t help but smirk at the cheesy nickname.

“Hey, Eddie. Did you have a good Valentine’s Day?”

“Uh, yeah. I did, actually. Thanks to a certain someone. I mean, I know you can’t tell me who sent my gifts, kisser-client confidentiality and all that. But, I just wanted to say thanks.”

Your belly flips. He continues, waving a hand nonchalantly,

“You know, for all your hard work. With the fundraising, I mean.”

“Oh right, of course.”

For a moment you’re disheartened. You thought he might mean something else.

But then he steps closer, into your personal space, one of his large boots slotting between your pumps.

“I’d like to know if I could, uh, make another donation? How many kisses can I get for, say, twenty dollars?”

His warm, broad hands come up to ever so gently cup your cheeks, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones and his eyes flitting between your eyes and your mouth.

Your breathing stops as his face moves towards yours.

He pauses, and looks into your eyes one more time, as if waiting for your permission. When you hold his gaze and smile slightly, he moves his mouth until it’s over yours, slowly, gently connecting your lips again. It’s soft, sweet, delicious.

Unexpectedly, you feel the tip of his tongue gently skimming across your glossed lips, but you willingly part them to allow him access.

His tongue pushes past your lips and enters your mouth, slow, tentative, gentle. You hear him moan slightly again, and feel the vibrations against your lips.

Your tongue comes to meet his, your lips and tongues sliding comfortably and dancing together. It’s in the oh-so-romantic situation of the parking lot, but neither of you care.

You reach to grab at his belt loops, pulling his hips flush against yours, just as he breaks the kiss and looks at you, smiling. His lips are glossy and glittering with your lipgloss, and you both smell of strawberries.

You like it.

Breathily, you smile at him, as your arms come up to hook around the back of his neck, and say, just before he leans down for another kiss,

“For you, Eddie? There's no charge…”

Thank you so much for reading!

Please reblog if you enjoyed this.

A/N & disclaimer: I don't agree that peer or societal pressure should be used to coerce or force anyone into doing anything they don’t want to do. And absolutely no one should have their first (or indeed any) kiss forced upon them in public. But this idea burrowed into my brain and I had to run with it. This is fiction - I cannot stress that enough - and if anyone demands you do anything like this with them, in public or private, without your full and ongoing consent you can and absolutely should refuse.

Also, I have an ‘Everything Taglist’ now, so if you’d like to be on it to see more stuff by me let me know!

Taglist: @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician

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Skz reactions / headcanons / texts | fic recs 5

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Masterlist

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Sfw

Them accidentally pissing their crush off @svngiem-remade

Making up with them after a fight @blue-jisungs

Pranking them with another members sweater @silv3rswirls

Skz having their tummies’ kissed by you @svngcore

Nsfw

Favourite time and place to eat you out (maknae line) @becomingmina

Someone walking in on you @/luvyeni

How they are when they eat you @roseykat

Kisses @bbyquokka

Texts

I should call him… @skzfairyyydreamz

He accidentally spoils the proposal @sunboki

You’re on a business trip and they’re clingy little babies @giddyfatherchris

Random bf texts @pretty-blkgirl

Skz try to check up on you @thevampywolf

Can you peel an orange for me @channie-143

Skz try to flirt with you @/thevampywolf

“Skz as texts I’ve exchanged with my friends” @markiv3

Skz road trip @starrgaziinggg

Asking them if they believe in love @/thevampywolf

I’m not jealous @daaawnnn

Selling my boyfriend (smau) @luvyeni

Sending them a nude and then saying wrong person @imagine-a-life-like-this

You autocorrect “love” to “hate” on his phone @jinhyun

You got into a stranger’s car because they offered you chocolates @lixie-phoria

How skz would confess to you over text @1025flora

Random texts @cinnamostar

“Would you still love me if i was a worm?” @imagine-a-life-like-this

“Would you still love me if i was a worm?” @ft-3racha

Skz as your doordasher texts @taetr4ck

Princess treatment @wegc

What position y’all in ? @/luvyeni

Finding your tumblr account @/luvyeni

Skz ask you out on a date @/thevampywolf

Cancelling on bff!skz [valentine’s day edition] @jinnify

Note: please let me know if the links are not working! I will try to fix them as soon as possible ^^

#stray kids #stray kids reactions #stray kids masterlist #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids recs #bang chan #lee know #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

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feelbokkie · 9 months

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❤︎ 스트레이 키즈 OT8 M.list ❤︎

Back to ☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

Key:

💛 = fluff 💙 = angst 🧡 = crack ❤️ = requested 💜 = completed 💚 = in progress/wip

❤︎ Reactions/Headcanons ❤︎

♥︎ When he has to keep your relationship a secret 💛

♥︎ When he accidentially leaks your secret relationship 💛 💙 ❤️

♥︎ When you fall asleep video chatting 💛

♥︎ Random dates with BF!SKZ 💛

♥︎ Reaction to Reader Having a Pen Spinning/Coin Roll Skill 💛 ❤️

♥︎ How he comforts you 💛

♥︎ Habits of his that you adopt 💛

♥︎ When you have food allergies 💛

♥︎ When opposites attract 💛 ❤️

♥︎ When you're both competing in the ISAC 💛 ❤️

♥︎ Things SKZ does when you're pregnant 💛

♥︎ Autumn dates with skz 💛

♥︎ SKZ as autumn activities 💚 💛

♥︎ Going through a haunted house with skz 💚 💛

♥︎ Winter dates with SKZ 💛

♥︎ SKZ as winter activities 💚 💛

♥︎ SKZ as winter tropes 💚 💛

♥︎ Christmas morning with SKZ 💚 💛

♥︎ When you’re handcuffed to them 💚 💛

♥︎ January 14th: Diary Day 💛

♥︎ February 14th: Valentine's Day 💛

♥︎ March 14th: White Day 💛

❤︎ Imagines ❤︎

♥︎ BF!SKZ reacting to idol!reader fainting on stage (Hyung Line) 💛 💙 ❤️

♥︎ BF!SKZ reacting to idol!reader fainting on stage (Maknae Line) 💛 💙 ❤️

♥︎ When You're Sick 💛

♥︎ When They Notice That You're Not Around 💛 💙 ❤️

♥︎ BF!SKZ Jokes About Your Insecurity Accidentally 💛 💙 ❤️

♥︎ Touch starved reader 💛

♥︎ I can't be no superman, but for you I'll be superhuman 💚 💛 💙

♥︎ Halloween movies with SKZ 💚 💛

❤︎ Social Media AUs ❤︎

♡ Best Friend!SKZ ♡

♥︎ Asking reader what they saved their number as 💛

♥︎ Going to a SKZ concert without telling them 💛

-> (Hyung Line)

-> (Maknae Line)

♥︎ Reacting to their solo songs 💛

-> (Hyung Line)

-> (Maknae Line)

♥︎ Random Texts 💛

♥︎ Texting “What would you say if I lost my memories?” 💛

♥︎ "If my phone is smoking" Prank 💛

♥︎ Texting “What are we?” 💙

♥︎ “What are we?” (Part 2) 💛 💙

-> (Hyung Line)

-> (Maknae Line)

♥︎ Texting "Sorry, Wrong Person" 💛

♥︎ Texting Bff!Skz about Fan Fics 💛

♥︎ Telling Bff!Skz that you need space 💙

♥︎ BFF!SKZ Texting You When You're Down 💛 💙

♥︎ Texting BFF!SKZ about a new guy 💛

♥︎ Random Texts Part 2 💛

♡ Boyfriend!SKZ ♡

♥︎ “You left your phone here” prank 💛

♥︎ Distancing yourself from BF!SKZ after receiving hate (Part 1) 💙

♥︎ Distancing yourself from BF!SKZ after receiving hate (Part 2) 💛 💙

-> (Hyung Line)

-> (Maknae Line)

♥︎ Asking reader what they saved their number as 💛

♥︎ Random Texts 💛

♥︎ Texting "We have a Problem" 💛 ❤️

♥︎ Leaving BF!SKZ on read after he says "I Love You" 💛 ❤️

♥︎ Random Texts Part 2 💛

♥︎ BF!SKZ Thinking Reader is Pregnant 💛

♥︎ Telling Them You're Actually Pregnant 💛

♥︎ Texting "Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?" 💛

♥︎ Bf!SKZ Texting JYPE employee!Reader After Catching You Wearing Another Idol's Merch at Work 💛

♥︎ Texting "What would I do without you?" 💛

♥︎ Talking to BF!SKZ about couple costumes 💛

♥︎ Texting Boyfriend!SKZ “If I was a rock” 💛

♥︎ Random Texts Part 3 💛

♥︎ Easter Baskets from BF!SKZ 💛

♥︎ Text w/Boyfriend!SKZ During Exam Season 💛

♡ Dad!SKZ ♡

♥︎ Random Texts with Dad!SKZ 💛

♥︎ Random Texts with Dad!SKZ 2 💛 🧡

♥︎ Texts with Dad!SKZ after their kids cut their own hair 🧡

❤︎ Fantasy AUs ❤︎

♥︎ How he would react to you being a witch 💛

♥︎ How he would react to you being a werewolf 💛

♥︎ How he would react to you being a vampire 💛

♥︎ How he would react to you being a mermaid/siren 💛 ❤️

❤︎ Mini Series ❤︎

♥︎ Life is Like a Crayon Box (a skz mini series) 💚 💛 💙

♥︎ Seasons of Love (a skz mini series) 💚 💛 💙

♥︎ 13 Days of Feeltober 💚 💛 💙

♥︎ 12 Days of Feelbokkiemas 💚 💛

♥︎ Feelbokkie's Playlist 💛 💙

♥︎ Love Day! 💚 💛

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Buy me a coffee?

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eightmakesonebraincell · 10 months

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[fic rec mlist] social media au | fake texts

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the coffee house diaries | @escapewriter 🩶

pairing: ot8 x reader (separate stories for each member)

genre: smau series, college au, coffee shop au, slice of life, fluff, humour, angst

length: 6/8 members [ongoing]

a world in which the students of kq university frequently visit a well known coffee shop; the coffee house diaries. you would think it‘s for the coffee, which it is but in reality, it’s to be able to find love and be put on the love of fame.

my bffs as cakes: a thread | @bluehwale 🩶

genre: fake twitter thread, humour, crack, fluff

you compare your best friends to cursed cakes in a twitter thread

rating my bffs on how'd they do as a valentine date: a thread | @bluehwale 🩶

genre: fake twitter thread, crack, fluff

the perilla leaf debate | @bluehwale 🩶

genre: fake twitter thread, crack

you accidentally cause chaos in your timeline by starting a discourse on perilla leaves and significant others and even marriage that your eight best friends are (questionably) so passionate about.

ateez as your situationship | @feltednettles

genre: fake texts, crack

ateez as unhinged texts - part i, part ii | @feltednettles

genre: fake texts, crack

ateez as random texts | @lvrsmg 🩶

genre: fake texts, crack

length: 6/? parts

ateez + incorrect quotes 3 | @fanbynature

genre: incorrect quotes, crack

dumb things ateez would probably say | @barsformars

genre: incorrect quotes, crack

ateez reaction to ateez memes | @feltednettles 🩶

genre: fake texts, crack

tiktok prank texts | @feltednettles

genre: fake texts, crack

pranking boyfriend ateez with “thank you for the flowers” texts

texting bf!ateez: leaving them on read | @trash-hours

genre: fake texts, fluff, crack

telling your ateez boyfriend you lost the necklace he bought you | @ronnierites

genre: fake texts, fluff, crack

ateez in their part time deliver driver era bc i'm bored | @milsatz

genre: fake texts, crack

bestfriend!ateez saving reader from a bad date | @imagine-a-life-like-this

genre: fake texts, fluff

bestfriend!reader asking ateez for a divorce | @imagine-a-life-like-this

genre: fake texts, crack

boyfriend!ateez react to getting a cat | @starrysvn

genre: fake texts, fluff, crack

ateez's reaction to finding out your bias is their group member | @tyunphoria

genre: fake texts, crack

ateez reaction to having a witch s/o | @feltednettles

genre: fake texts, crack, suggestive

ateez reaction to 'if i was a worm' question | @hongism

genre: fake texts, fluff, crack

they find out your boyfriend broke up with you: hyung line | @mangiverse

genre: fake texts, fluff, angst

they find out your boyfriend broke up with you: maknae line | @mangiverse

genre: fake texts, fluff, angst

phone tour - if seonghwa was your boyfriend | @snwusberry

genre: fake lockscreen, fake gallery, fake texts

phone tour - if yunho was your boyfriend | @snwusberry

genre: fake lockscreen, fake gallery, fake texts

random texts with bestie!mingi | @mangiverse

genre: fluff

upstairs neighbor wooyo | @mangiverse

genre: fake texts smau, neighbour!wooyoung, fluff

length: 3/3 parts [completed]

the barista keeps writing jongho's name wrong | @mangiverse

genre: fake texts smau, barista!reader, fluff

last updated: 11 july 2023

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wordsofwilderness · 2 months

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Valentine’s Prank

The Great Hall was teeming with a bubbling energy. The usual house banners along the walls had been switched out in favour of pink ribbons and bows. Hearts of all sizes were plastered on every single available surface. Valentine’s Day. It left Regulus feeling woefully out of place. ----- In which James surprises Regulus for Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine's Day!! Here's a little Valentine's gift from me to all of you, hope you enjoy <3

#fic: valentine’s prank #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #marauders #starchaser #sunseeker

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yearoftheotpevent · 1 year

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AO3 collection + FAQ Prompt List 2023 - alt text under the cut

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#YOTP 2023 #Year of the OTP #writing event #art event #ao3 stuff

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fanfic-gallery · 13 days

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manger's random tots #8 [ NSFW MDNI ]

|| cw (dead dove) : implications of stalking, spying

» manager's note: with the trending of the milkman over all my social media nowadays, i've decided not to hop on this train- but instead, write about some other type of pretty boy with a low paying profession (no, this is not a 'that's not my neigbour' fic, thank you) hope you guys enjoy...? (i had the idea him being an oc in mind but you can slap whatever character you want <3)

the neighbourhood mailman; absolute sweetheart, can do no wrong- sometimes giving away small little treats and nick-nacks along side the letters, pulling off light tricks and pranks to gargle a laugh or two, trying to brighten people's days.

yet, most don't seem too kind about his selfless gestures; impatient and grumpy bastards telling him off, yelling at him to knock it off with his piercing bike bell and 'nice guy' act.

on days like those, the only thing that seemed to be his light at the end of the tunnel, after gurgitating hours of cycling about under pretty harsh weathers, being chased off walk-way after walk-way... was you, his last patron of each day.

you weren't one of the first few in his delivery route; yet, you barely lived far down, so why is it that you were always his last? "...don't know... your letters always seemed to be at the bottom of the pile~" is what he claims; when in truth, he just wishes to spend the rest of his late-evening chatting your ear off with fun little misadventures he had during the past week.

he felt... cherished for once in his life; not someone needing to deal with the sour attitudes of people when they're all huffy or some boy-toy, taking his acts of service as an invitation to go running their hands all over him. he loved how he could play around, joke and complain without having the need to refrain himself. he felt... alive.

so it was to no one's surprise that he developed a massive crush on you; always giving you a little extra compared to the other townsfolk. full length handwritten letters, extra savings of candy and snacks he's been distributing that day, that box of pastries you seemed to have been eyeing up for the last few days or that prize you didn't manage to win during on one of your latest trips to the arcade.

seems light-hearted enough, right? if only you knew what other little treats he placed within your regular delivery... envelopes holding typed-letters; pouring his love for you over the many, many pages... each line, each paragraph... sometimes even rambling off into tangents- tangents of what he had been dreaming to do to you since day one... since the day you noticed his pains and took upon yourself to heal him back up.

yet, these sick fantasizes, these twisted thoughts on paper- you never blamed him for it, why would you went the initials signing off the letters eerily matched the creep that lived a few houses down from yours, who always seemed to have brought themselves false hope in charming you even after you said no.

no... you would never blame the innocent, naive mailman who's barely paid enough to suffer from verbal abuse every day of his life; barely having the funds to keep a himself together; yet, still cherished the happiness of others over his own.

maybe that's why you always seemed to accept his 'lustrous' gifts, especially that medium-sized stuffed bunny he so graciously sewed for you for valentine's to rid you of your loneliness. its soft yet limp body still laying on your bed, oblivious of the shine behind its dull black spheric eyes.

"...hah... hah...~" lustful eyes smiling as his flushed features melted against the monochrome screen he's stuck himself to, body trembling with each stroke of his throbbing cock, relishing in the soft breaths as you slept, spurring more pre to drip down his plush thighs, drenching the ground beneath his cheap desk chair. "...soon... soon, my love... i'll tell you the truth..."

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samutoru · 2 months

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my upcoming works !

a/n : all of these fics are ones that i'm currently working on! i'll try to get them done asap since i've been SLACKING on releasing content KJDNSA (some of these are for dazai and aku's love diary entries!)

pairings : character x fem!reader

genres : mainly fluff and angst

but i love you, so - osamu dazai (love diaries entry) < WORKING >

in which, you sacrifice your life to protect dazai's. you two had crushes on eachother but never told eachother yet. now that your on the brink of death, dazai tell you that he loves you and that he doesn't know what to do without you

valentine - osamu dazai (love diaries entry)

he's been hinting that he's been liking you for quite some time already, but you were too oblivious to see it. he leaves snacks and desserts on your desk as well as picked flowers from outside. he has had enough that you didn't take the hint yet and asks you to be his valentine

promise - osamu dazai (love diaries entry)

when oda died, dazai asked oda what he should do, oda told dazai to protect his only biological daughter who's only 1 year younger than him and to become a good man if he does. eventually, dazai falls in love with you but he leaves your life and you eventually run back into him again and he falls in love with you all over again

falling behind — dazai, akutagawa, atsushi, sigma, chuuya, kunikida

they don't know or understand the concept of love. he doesn't necessarily know what it means to love someone as he's never really received love, but when you meet him everything changes. you change the way he views the concept of love, how to love, how to show love, and you also give him a reason to live.

fireworks — ryuunosuke akutagawa (love diaries entries)

akutagawa barely tell you how much he loves you, he does so by bringing you gifts and food after work and reassures you with his words, but he decides to do so differently! he invites you to celebrate the new year with the pm and as soon as the fireworks go off, he looks at you and tells you that he loves you :-)

work crush — ryuunosuke akutagawa / osamu dazai (love diaries entries)

After you had joined the ada/pm, you caught dazai's/akutagawa's eye. once he realized his feelings for you he thought it was "love at first sight," he would occasionally bother you and smother you with love (which you think is normal because he does that to atsushi), he catches you working over time and asks to walk you home (then he confesses to you)

something stupid — osamu dazai ( love diaries entry )

you and dazai have had a rough beginning, you two were faling a relationship because you two wanted to prank the others and made a rule where you arent allowed to fall in love with eachother but yet he falls in love with you. you two were cuddling in bed, he slips in an "i love you"

falling behind — ryuunosuke akutagawa ( love diaries entry)

akutagawa doesn't know or understand the concept of love. he doesn't necessarily know what it means to love someone as he's never really received love, but when you meet him everything changes. you change the way he views the concept of love, how to love, how to show love, and you also give him a reason to live.

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charmed

sirius black x fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

okay here it is! my first ever fic. i’m not sure how i feel about it. i think it peaked at the start, hope you enjoy! thanks for all the kind messages. and thank you @starsval for being so lovely and helping me with everything!! also i’m really sorry i tried to keep the reader as ambiguous as possible but i’m new to writing so it might not be great. hope you enjoy x

word count: 5k (YEAH I GOT CARRIED AWAY)

synopsis: sirius black has never really cared about grades, in fact he’s never really had to. yet after one particular monday morning, his charms grades begin to mysteriously plummet and now he’s decided that a tutor is what he needs. except, only one tutor will do; the pretty ravenclaw that happened to walk past during breakfast.

warnings: very soft/sappy sirius straight away, girl grabs sirius and it’s a bit weird, wizarding slurs?? my first time writing so everyone’s probably really inconsistent and the plot probably doesn’t make sense.

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there was something about mondays that didn’t sit quite right with you. maybe it was the fact that 24 hours ago, you were asleep, and not up trying to mentally prepare yourself for a full day of mundane learning. maybe ‘mundane’ was cruel. it was a magic school of course. and you were a ravenclaw. but just because it was a magic school and you were a ravenclaw didn’t make it any less draining. a thirst for knowledge and a thirst for learning about the ‘14th Century Wizarding Economic Bubble’ at 9am were completely different things. however, there was one thing that would cheer you up:

breakfast.

yet before you could dare to dream about the mountains of pastries, or the sausages and bacon that stretched as far as the eye can see, or the jams of reds, purples and yellows, or the array of cereals and oats stretched across the old oak table, or the eggs that were fried, scrambled, poached and even deviled, you heard a yell of your name from the other side of the great hall. a tall figure with mousy hair flailed its arms in an attempt to coax you over. remus. remus lupin. one of the ever so famous marauders. what on earth could he want with you this time? instead of succumbing to a spiral of what’s and why’s, you pushed them out of your mind and sauntered over to the deep red and gold table.

“yes, lupin, any reason for demanding my presence oh so early in the day?” you pondered out loud as you reached the lanky brunet.

“well, since you asked so nicely, i was just letting you know that prefect rounds have been swapped, hale and valentine are patrolling instead of us tonight and vice versa.”

“may i ask why?”

“i may or may not have detention today.” the boy replied, a mischievous glint in his warm eyes.

“a detention as a prefect? doesn’t that almost defeat the point? regardless, lupin, fine by me. but i’ll only do it if you promise no impromptu pranks while i’m patrolling. i don’t think i can bear talking to slughorn about how riveting the properties of shrivelfig are again. i’m exhausted recalling it.”

“you helped us? i thought that moony covered for us!” a sudden vehement shout came from the quidditch captain placed in front of remus, dragged from his squabble with the objectively beautiful boy beside him.

“you mean to tell me after i put on the performance of a lifetime i got no credit at all?” you turned your attention to the pair that made up another part of hogwarts’ favourite group.

“sorry, can’t say we’ve ever heard of your sacrifice, have we pads?”

a sudden jab of the elbow pulled sirius out of his stupor as he grasped reality once again. “um no, i can’t say we have.” a pretty pink sheen covered the boy’s unnaturally chiselled cheekbones. remus’ eyes suddenly lit up with a flame they hadn’t before as he studied his friend’s uncharacteristic behaviour.

sirius had been cursed. he was sure of it. it was the only solution for the sudden dizziness that had overcome him, the unexpected flush that he could feel from the top of his glossy locks all the way down to his booted toes. it definitely wasn’t because you were in front of him with your pretty eyes flitting between him and his best friend brother, with your brows in an endearing crease he suddenly wanted to smooth with his thumb, it definitely wasn’t. at all.

“right, if that’s all gentlemen, i best be going, breakfast is calling my name! besides, i’m going to need it if i want to pass the charms test today.” your voice chimed out, a spell to sirius’ ears.

“oh please as if you aren’t the top of our year in charms.” lupin snorted at you, even though his eyes still tracked his awe-struck friend.

“stuff it lupin, you owe me.”

once again, sirius declared in his mind he was ill, as he watched the way you strolled back to the table of rich blue and silver, completely fine, not at all affected by the affection curse that had taken him captive.

one thing rung in his mind as remus’ throaty wheeze rumbled out.

“top of our year in charms.”

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sirius had a plan. a stupid one. one that probably had almost no chance of working. but a chance at spending time with you was better than none at all. he gazed at the question paper he normally would have finished with ease if time with you wasn’t on the line.

“in order to free something from within a collapsed cave, which of the following charms would be the most effective?

a). disillusionment charm

b). impervius charm

c). gouging charm

d). substantive charm”

quickly sirius circled the second option and repeated the sequence of identifying the actual correct answer, and then choosing the option above it over and over again. “godric, i hope that this works.” he muttered under his breath, debating whether all of this was actually worth the hassle.

then across the room, you peered in his general direction, as the clock lied just up and a bit to the right of his broad shoulders. the previous thought that dared to cross his mind perished as he caught the way the light caressed the bridge of your nose and cascaded down towards your pretty mouth.

definitely worth the hassle.

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lupin was right.

only a couple days after a test that you had been bricking it for, you sat in front of the very same one, except this time a nice big ‘O’ with a smiley face from professor flitwick had been added to the page. you turned to lupin with a big fat grin on your face as you both held your papers up and took the other’s in. he got one mark less than you. so although he was correct in his assumption, he also got lower marks than you (even if it was just one). your grin turned into a smug smile. lupin mouthed the words “i told you so.”

swiftly followed by a middle finger.

you turned back to your conversation with the gorgeous redhead beside you.

“godric, i hate you sometimes.” she muttered with a side eye.

“sorry? since when?”

“you’re just so smart and some of us actually have to try.”

“lils, you’re literally the brightest witch i know, rowena knows i could never pull of the things you do in defence against the dark arts!” your voice dropped to a whisper, “besides who really gives a shit about charms apart from academic validation?”

“stop being ever so lovely when i’m being mad at your greatness.”

“you know what, i stand corrected. been thinking too much about potter? ‘mad at your greatness’ are you actually kidding me?”

“you did not just go there!” you were sure the girl must have had whiplash with the speed she swung her head around to face you, her pink mouth dropped open.

“i’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at him recently. you can’t fool me.”

“shut up.”

“lily, do me one thing.”

“what?”

“pick your jaw up off the floor next time you see him at breakfast after quidditch practice, you’ll catch flies.”

you narrowly avoided the pale fist that came flying at your shoulder, blissfully unaware of the two lovesick marauders who saw the interaction. one of whom clutched his paper with a bold ‘D’ and a note to “please actually revise next time!” close to his chest, hoping some point in the future that maybe that would be you. although. you would never know that. ever. because he was sirius black.

he had a reputation to uphold.

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“what do you mean you won’t ask her to help me moony? your poor best friend is failing charms and you won’t do this simple favour for me?”

“it means what it means. do it yourself pads.” remus says, bluntly.

the ebony-haired boy’s face drops further. “but, you know, it might be a bit sort of odd?”

“not like you to care so much about being ‘odd’, especially when a pretty girl is involved, something else going on we should know about pads?” james chimed in, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips.

“no! it’s not like i care, it's just, she’s moony’s friend so surely it would be better coming from him?” sirius forced out. then, he dropped his shoulders and shook the inky locks out of his eyes. “wouldn’t want to scare her, that’s all.” a newfound nonchalance in his tone.

the other boys’ eyes met across the dorm.

“scare her my arse” the taller of the boys mouthed, the other shook his head in amusement.

the messy dorm room remained silent for a few moments, until a deep breath sounded, followed by a string of words pushed out all at once. a string of words that sounded a lot like: “moony please ask her i just think she’d be a great tutor, you know ravenclaw and all, i just want to do well in charms, is that so strange?”

remus made a noise that sounded almost like a howl, even though the full moon had been a week and a half ago.

then, he fell onto the floor, in a fit of giggles.

after choking on his own breath and getting back onto his feet, albeit with an obvious shake due to forcing back manic chuckles, he made eye contact with the blushing boy who had an adorable pout on his face.

he couldn’t stop the next peal of laughter.

“fine! fine. i’ll ask her if she’d be willing to help your sorry arse tonight.” remus got out, finally giving sirius a break after 5 minutes of cackling.

the other boy in the room however, stood, and for once, the loudest boy in every room was the quietest as he just watched. a special type of grin wove its way onto his lips, one of pure euphoria as he realised that he finally had something to update his mother on in terms of sirius orion black and his love life.

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“i still don’t know why you call me lupin even though we’re practically best friends, you know book club, prefect rounds and all.”

“have you ever realised every time i’m with you it’s because of someone else, lupin?”

“ouch, alright then.”

although it was the middle of winter, your thick jumper did a surprisingly good job at keeping you warm in the dark and dreary fifth floor corridor. you would probably forget about the chilliness if it wasn’t for the whines of the lanky boy beside you.

remus lupin could be so annoying all the time sometimes.

“i still don’t understand why they force us to parol when i can’t feel my fucking toes.”

“for the love of rowena, shut. up. lupin. i would do anything not to hear you whining for a couple minutes!” you shrieked, finally losing it after what felt like hours of complaining.

lupin suddenly stopped walking.

“well, i do actually have one thing in mind.”

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once again, the great hall was bumbling with witches and wizards as ribbons of sunlight trickled in from the grand window at the end of the room. sirius forced to keep his eyes open, as james prattled on and on and on about how he ‘swore lily evans had looked at him’ two days prior.

sirius couldn’t really give a shit.

as he raised his fork to his lips, ready to wrap them around a rasher of bacon, a soft cough sounded from a couple feet behind him. he ignored it. then, another sounded. he ignored it again.

“hey sirius!” a slightly shrill voice suddenly sounded out. the boy in question closed his eyes and took a deep breath before turning around. he wasn’t pleased with the sight in front of him.

lucinda rowle. at least that’s what he thought her name was.

don’t get me wrong, she was probably a lovely girl, but sirius orion black was a prick sometimes.

when sirius looked up at the pureblood ravenclaw in front of him, he couldn’t help but wish it was another ravenclaw instead. “yes?” he questioned, trying not to be rude, but he just couldn’t care less.

“there’s a new cafê open in hogsmeade…” the girl trailed off, with an arrogant glint in her eye.

“i've been.”

“not with me.”

“i’m good.” sirius responded with a tight smile as he attempted to turn back to his hopefully still warm meal, trying to give the girl a hint subtly, but he was hungry and impatient.

“come on, sirius, it would be fun, besides, surely it’s better than going with anyone else in the year.”

“i’m sure someone else would be thrilled to go with you.”

the girl grabbed sirius’ shoulder harshly in a last ditch attempt. sirius eyes immediately zoned in on the girls hand, and his eyes darkened with a fury that many had heard of.

“look, just fuck off.”

lucinda let out a huff as she finally got the message and strutted off, muttering something about “how mudbloods really must taint a blood-traitor’s mind”, whilst sirius looked at where the girl had touched her with a fierce distaste. nevermind, definitely not a lovely girl. he didn’t understand why people thought it was okay to just grab anyone they pleased.

“don’t get me wrong, i’m all for feminism, but what a cow.” remus stated.

“agreed. i love women in power, but not women like that.” james added on.

sirius shook his head and finally got back to his meal. suddenly he heard a whisper of “pads…” from opposite him, a pair of honey eyes and one of chocolate filled to the brim with the concern met his slate ones. he nodded at them, indicating that they could carry on.

“are you alright? that was a bit, you know, i know you don’t like being touched in general, let alone like that.” remus’ deep timbre inquired.

“i’m fine. promise.”

before either james or remus could ask any other questions, someone else requested sirius’ attention.

“black, is now a good time?” your voice murmured out, yet still still sounding as confident as ever.

sirius felt his heartbeat speed up as soon as he sensed your presence, then he swore it doubled, no wait, tripled, its speed when he realised you were addressing him. to try and seem not completely incompetent, he nodded his head up and down with a bright smile thrown onto his lips.

he saw your mouth moving, but all he could hear was white noise as he stared at the way your mouth wrapped around each sound.

“..so that’s what i’m thinking we go for, since the library isn’t that busy during the week, is tonight a good time to start our first session?”

“sounds great.”

it went silent as sirius watched you walk away, excitement bubbling within him.

“godric, pads in love makes me sick.”

“fuck off as if you’re speaking.”

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as you rounded another bookshelf, your eyes trailing around searching for a quiet and free spot, you were quite shocked to find black already sitting in a seat, surrounded by a myriad of charms books, parchment and quills. he seemed out of place as he blew a piece of charcoal hair out of his vision, his eyes lazily scanning around the old library. then his eyes caught yours, and you could have sworn that his harsh, angled, face softened slightly.

not wanting to keep the boy waiting, you hurried over, once reaching the table, descending into a seat and removing your deep blue scarf and outer robes.

“hello black, sorry to keep yo-”

“sirius. call me sirius. if you want.”

“hello sirius, as i was saying, sorry to keep you waiting. has it been long?” you questioned.

“no, not at all, don’t worry.”

sirius black had been there for an hour and a half. you hadn’t agreed on a time and he didn’t want to miss you. he was unsure why he was so enamoured with you, but after hearing you had covered for them without question, and that you were friends with mr. ‘i don’t like people’ lupin, he deduced you must be somewhat of a good person.

“glad to hear it, anyway, so is there anything in particular you’re struggling with and would like me to go through with you, or should i just work down the list and see where it takes us?” you inquired, your voice taking a more intimate, gentle tone, wanting to make the boy feel as comfortable as possible.

“um, well, i got less than 5% on the test so i believe going through it all would probably be the best.” he cringed, you probably thought he was stupid, even though he faked it.

“grades don’t define us. besides, how is knowing charms on paper going to help in any real life situation?”

the corners of sirius’ mouth lifted in response and his eyes glittered with something warm.

you’d deny it if anyone asked but honestly, your heart skipped a beat.

the rest of the evening was just as sweet, with you explaining simple charms, what they do and when to use them, and sirius asking questions, just to hear you talk about anything and everything. you both agreed on another tutor session again next thursday evening.

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sirius was bored. with nothing but james potter’s off key recital of “staying alive” and the sound of water rushing in the bathroom filling the dorm, sirius had nothing to do as he reflected on the evening with you. even though you had probably only offered to tutor him out of the kindness of your heart and hadn’t dared to think about him beyond revision timetables and flashcards he couldn't stop thinking about you.

oh you were so lovely. the way you cared about if he understood what you were saying, and the hint of excitement in your eyes when talking about your favourite poems when you got off topic. wait.

poems.

moony likes poems.

surely he would have a collection of some or something, that boy was always smacking prongs around the head with a book when he was too busy ogling lily to listen.

with a newfound passion for poetry he never had before, he went over to moony’s pile of books in the corner of the room and scoured until he found something to fit the job.

‘sonnets of a sorcerer’.

“perfect.” he muttered aloud, transfiguring the cover to some textbook on defence against the dark arts, now he could read these and find something to talk about you with, hopefully showing you he was more than a pretty face who was bad at charms.

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over the next week, you didn’t notice anything unusual, apart from more interactions with the famous marauders. not that it was completely strange. but previously, you had only spoken to lupin due to being prefects together and the small book club he also attended with you and lily periodically.

however, after you tutored sirius black, you were subjected to the occasional shared smile in the corridor with black; or his first name, sirius, which he insisted you call him by, as well as that james potter would grin and wiggle his eyebrows at you whenever he’d see you.

not sure what that was about. not sure you wanted to know what it was about if you were honest.

anyway, you made your way back to the library you were in just a week before. however this time, sirius was beside you as he insisted to meet outside your common room. he was surprisingly sweet.

“so, how have you been, over the past week?” sirius said, making small talk. you were glad, because honestly, last week, he seemed sort of nervous? you chalked it down to the fact someone he never spoke to before now had to tutor him because he was failing. however, now, he seemed a lot more comfortable.

“i’ve been good, how about you sirius?”

“honestly, great.” an amused glimmer in his eye, as if he knew something you didn’t. “i also discovered that the library has a surprisingly large poetry section after i decided to visit it once in my lifetime.” he added on.

the grin that overtook your face made the whole thing worth it. “ i know right! i don’t want to know how long i’ve spent in the library looking for poetry, let alone reading it. there’s something about the way people use words to express themselves and paint their experiences and let others read them. words can’t explain it.”

the smile on sirius’ face was sweeter than honey. you suddenly realised how far away from the path of charms you had strayed.

“apologies, i don't want to take more of your time, just tell me to stop before i go off a ramble.”

“nah, why would i, if i enjoy them so much?” sirius said, voice smooth, silky and low. it made you feel ways you hadn’t exactly encountered before.

for the rest of the session, you were overcome by a flush. there was something enigmatic about sirius black, and you could feel him dragging you further and further in.

near the end of session, you noticed an unnatural mark underneath sirius’ right eye, you weren’t sure what drove you to do it, perhaps that was simply the power of sirius black’s presence, but you dampened your finger and brought it to his. as you realised what you were doing, your started apologising profusely and drew away from him.

until sirius, with his callused hands, brought yours back to his face, with a gentleness you were astonished he possessed, and said “don’t worry, i don’t mind.”

you still felt dizzy when you met up with remus lupin for prefect rounds.

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“pads why the fuck do you have a love confession written on your arm? i know you want more tattoos but at least make them half decent.” james shrieked as he tracked the dark ink that jumped out against the paleness of sirius’ skin. although sirius had already got a couple tattoos strewn across his collarbones and chest (one of a constellation dedicated to his brother and an array of other symbols for his found family), the hastily scribbled nonsense of age old sonnets stood out like a sore thumb on the elder boy’s forearms.

sirius was too busy recalling the smell of your perfume and the softness of your actions to listen to james dramatic ramblings and questions.

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“also remus, i can’t believe you didn’t tell me that sirius also had an interest in poetry? he could’ve joined us and lily at our book club? i’m sure she wouldn’t have minded, as long as ‘it isn’t potter’ or so she says.”

“what the fuck.”

“alright, nevermind, didn’t realise sirius attending book club was so offensive.” you replied with a roll to your eyes.

“no it’s not that, but what the fuck do you mean pads likes poetry? i’ve known him for six years and i have refused chocolate more times than he’s read a poem. are you sure you’re not talking about baby black, like got the wrong brother or something?.” originally, you thought remus must be taking the piss but the sudden harshness of his welsh accent made you think differently.

i mean sirius was known for being a prankster, but what on earth would he get from asking you about sonnets for rowena’s sake. besides, he seemed to know almost as much as you.

what on earth was going on?

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there was one thing that sirius black forgot as he deposited the test on flitwick’s desk a few days before.

he was in fact quite good at charms. and as he sat in front of his ‘O’ paper, he didn’t know what to do. how on earth was he going to get you to tutor him and go over the essay when he got practically full marks?

and adding to his conundrum, he was sure you were avoiding him ever since the last tutoring session which happened the day before the sudden surprise charms test, maybe he had overdone it with the poetry? you seemed fine during your rambles of appreciation, yet maybe he read the signs wrong.

on the table a few rows over, you were also in the midst of a conundrum as you thought about the boy behind you.

“i was going to ask how the charms test went; but after looking at that face i don't think i want to ask what you got…” the girl next to you inquires after taking in her own test and packing up her parchment, books and quill.

“lily, i’m fucked, i think i like sirius black, like i don’t, i only want him if he says it first to me so it’s not real but how the fuck do i deal with this? have i taken advantage? is it wrong having a thing for the guy you tutor? you know like power imbalance? i can’t tutor him anymore! i can’t get, oh rowena, tutorzoned! tutorzoned lily, tutorzoned! ” the words tumbled out of your mouth, gathering speed as you couldn’t help but pour your heart out to the girl next to you.

“babe, slow down, what on earth are you talking about? before i even dare to ask about the confession, i don’t think he’ll need you to tutor him anymore, when i walked past i could’ve sworn i saw an ‘O’.”

“lils, that’s impossible.”

“alright, i know he isn’t the brightest lad but still he sti-”

“no i mean i hadn’t taught him half of the content on that paper, and he was adamant he didn’t know it, like i feel so bad, there was a whole essay question on lumos charms and he only knows the one from first year because i haven’t taught him the content yet! but how did he still get an ‘O’ without knowing any of them?”

“what? i saw him use lumos solem the other evening when he was with potter and we don’t learn that until next year?”

“wait, what?”

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“sirius! how was the charms test? i apologise, i didn’t realise we would have one so soon, i would’ve gone through more of the content. however, i’ve heard you still managed to do quite well?” your voice took him by surprise as his eyes widened, his face suddenly very reminiscent of his ‘other’ form.

“umm, what can i say, i got lucky with my guesses?” he stuttered out, a scarlet flushing his cheeks.

“oh yes, ever so lucky indeed. though not as much so as performing a seventh year charm even though you don’t know the name of it and many others we have actually learnt. colour me impressed.”

sirius couldn’t even register the sniggers from james and sly comments from remus as they realised sirius’ plot had been foiled. however, if he was confessing, he refused to do it within a stuffy charms room with everyone watching. the blushing boy rose up from his seat and nodded towards the doorway, stupid charms paper in hand.

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“explain. now.”

“well, basically, don’t kill me, when that morning, you came to talk to moony, about prefect duties, i just thought you were really, really pretty, and the fact you covered for us, i knew i wanted to get to know you more, but i didn’t know how without seeming creepy, you know? like i wasn’t about to confess my love for you through a serenade like prongs so i thought of the next best thing. and then. well then after the first tutoring session i was like ‘godric i’m screwed she’s lovely’ but i didn’t know how to talk to you, but i remembered you liked poetry. and moony does so i rummaged through his things - not in a violating way - and memorised some poems and things, but i forgot them so i had to write them on my arm and prongs found out, and then you started ignoring me and now we’re here and i think you hate me. please don’t i don’t know what i’m doing but maybe we could give this a go? i thought we worked quite well together and i really, really hope this isn't all in my head.” sirius orion black, who was described as ‘heartless’,’cold’ and ‘cruel’ laid himself bare in front of you.

you looked between the charms paper and sirius, who looked like he was trying to consume himself as he waited for the onslaught. what he didn’t expect was a fountain of giggles to erupt from your mouth, forcing you to lean onto the wall so you didn’t topple over.

eventually, your laugh slowly petered out and you allowed yourself to take in the sweet boy with such a harsh exterior. the sweet boy who sabotaged himself to speak to you. the sweet boy who subjected himself to embarrassment just to find something to talk about with you. the sweet boy who-

“can i please kiss you?” the words escaped before you could stop them.

his eyes flitted between yours, you felt as if you were peering into his soul for a way to stay there with him forever, and he nodded. you forced yourself up on your toes and he didn’t hesitate as he grasped your chin and tilted it upwards, letting his lips meet your own.

sirius realised something about the first time you met in that moment, as he was pressing his smile into yours, hoping to intertwine himself with you for the rest of time, he hadn’t been cursed.

no, he had been charmed.

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