a boy made of white chocolate

anonymous asked:

Prompt where dan always has bottle pop candies and lollipops every day and teacher phil had the hots for him but loses it after Dan accidentally calls him teacher phil daddy then idk smut ensues

i like the idea of dan having a crush on his english teacher mr. lester and dan seducing phil into fucking him on his desk during free period? btw your account is so fucking amazing.

i changed phil’s age cause idk i wanted him to be younger 

warnings : daddy kink, degrading, sex obviously, and uh,, dan’s technically underage (but only by a month)

Phil felt like hitting his head against a fucking wall. 

He wasn’t just frustrated; he was humiliated. And it wasn’t supposed to be easy to humiliate Phil Lester. 

Phil glanced up, his eyes automatically going to the back of the classroom, where Dan was sitting. The boy was already looking at him, and their eyes met. Dan was smirking like he knew something Phil didn’t, and he winked. 

Don’t get him wrong: Phil wasn’t partial to having huge crushes on his students. He was a good teacher, he was one of those fossils that had been working at the school for years, and they had kept him around. Not to say that he was an actual fossil, either, he was only twenty eight. Which did not excuse his feelings, in his mind. 

It had started at the beginning of that year, when he had met his new classes. Everything was normal, until fifth period. 

And that boy just waltzed into his classroom, not having a single care in the world. 

Phil remembered it specifically. He had been wearing a bubble gum pink sweater and a white tie, and a matching skirt. The skirt cut off mid thigh, showing off much more than should be allowed (in Phil’s opinion, anyways). His hair had been curly and a bit messy, falling in his chocolate eyes. 

Phil remembered his first thought being that there was no way he passed the front office dressed like that. His second thought was that this boy was beautiful, and not in a delicate little baby way. Phil thought he was beautiful in an adult way; in the way that made Phil want to take him on dates to expensive restaurants and kiss him under a sky full of stars. 

That was, of course, until Dan opened his mouth. 

The first thing he did was walk straight up to Phil’s desk, hips swaying slightly as he walked, and lean against it. He had looked Phil up and down, much more like he was a potential fuck than a teacher, and smacked his gum. 

“You’re young,” was the first thing he said, his voice lilting and just the slightest bit bratty. 

Phil cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah.” Dan tilted his head at him. “You’re young for a teacher.”

Phil had frowned at him, not in a mean way, more like a question. 

“I guess so. Is that an issue?”

Dan had given him that grin, that evil smirk that he had grown to loathe, and shrugged. “Not at all, sir.” 

Phil hadn’t liked the way he had said that, like it meant much more than it should have. And if he had known, he would have kicked that boy in the pink skirt with beautiful eyes right out of his classroom. 

Ever since that point, things had only gotten worse. Phil discovered that Dan was a brat, a whiny, rich brat who always got his way. He always got what he wanted, and unfortunately, what he wanted was Phil. 

Phil came to hate fifth period, because it meant he had to see those eyes again.  And those lips, wrapped around a new candy. The second day of school, Dan had showed up with a pink lollypop stuck between his teeth. And Phil swore, it was like he hadn’t taken it out since. 

At first, Phil had protested. 

“I don’t know what other teachers have been saying,” he had said quietly, resting his hands on either side of Dan’s desk. “But you’re not allowed to have candy in here.” 

Dan had just raised an eyebrow, twirling his lollypop in his mouth and making a loud sucking noise. 

“But I want to,” he finally said, keeping the eye contact. He uncrossed his legs, (now Phil was sure, deliberately) spreading them apart. 

Phil had sighed. 

“Well, in the real world, you don’t always get what you want.”

Dan had pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. 

“Sucks for you.” 

Excuse me?” Phil had raised his eyebrows, practicing his authority. Dan had just giggled, ignoring him completely and instead rubbing his calf against Phil’s thigh. 

And over the next few months, Phil had been slipping more and more. He used to at least send Dan to the office, or write him up, but everyone seemed to love him. The principal himself had told him that whenever he saw him, Dan seemed like a lovely young man. And for a while, Phil couldn’t put his finger on why Dan only acted up in his class. 

That was until Dan’s boyfriend picked him up from class. 

He was almost taller than Phil, and he looked just about old enough to be in college (which made Phil self conscious, although he would never admit it). He wore biker clothing, the kind of stuff you put on to go to a street fight, and he had a tough yet attractive face. 

The first thing the guy did when he got there was pick Dan up, setting him down on Phil’s desk and fitting himself between his thighs. 

“Dan, get off my desk,” Phil had said in a monotone, not even looking up from his paperwork. 

Dan giggled, and Phil looked up only when he heard a sucking noise. The guy was sucking a fucking hickey on the side of Dan’s neck. 

Phil shook his head, standing up. “Get out of my classroom, Howell. I know for a fact you have History soon. Get moving.”

Dan turned to his boyfriend, smiling innocently but still not getting off of Phil’s desk. “You heard him, Bradley. Get out.”

“Meet me in the hall,” he said, his voice low, and glared at Phil. 

Once he was gone, Dan hopped off of his desk. 

“Wish he was you,” he whispered bluntly, and then sauntered away. Phil watched him carefully, seeing him take his lollypop out and toss it in the trash by the door. 

That night, Phil had gotten hardly any sleep. Wish he was you. Phil pondered the fact Dan had thrown away his lollypop the second he was out of the classroom, even though there was plenty candy left. He realized he had seen Dan opening one when he sat down, and throwing it away when he left. 

Then it hit him. Dan was teasing him. Testing him, seeing how far he could push him before he snapped. 

Phil fell asleep going over all the reasons he couldn’t just bend Dan over his desk and fuck him until he cried. 

And it didn’t stop there. It seemed like every day that Phil ignored him, denied him, Dan pushed harder. He would wear the shortest skirts he could find, and then pretend to drop something. He would rub against him, he would breathe down his neck while asking for help. It was all getting to be too much, Phil was cracking at the edges. He kept forgetting not to cuss, forgetting to hide the dark circles under his eyes, and Dan noticed. 

But now Dan had crossed the damn line. 

The class was taking a test, their English finals, and Phil couldn’t be happier to be getting Dan out of his class before he broke. But Dan had come prepared. 

He was wearing a lacy black skirt and a red t-shirt, one that might be slightly see through. And he was currently sitting in the back of the classroom, touching himself. 

He wasn’t full on jerking himself off, but Phil could see his hand under the desk, palming himself through what looked like panties. His thighs would tremble every now and then, and he would bite his lip, or let out a quiet whimper. 

No one else seemed to notice, too focused on their tests, but just the thought that someone could turn around any second and see what Dan was doing was making Phil sweat. 

He had to make this stop, or he was going to have a raging hard on, and then he didn’t think he would be able to stop from taking Dan right then and there. 

He slowly made his way back to Dan, his heart pounding like hell in his chest. He leaned over his desk, pleading his eyes not to wander. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, quiet enough that no one but Dan could hear, completely giving up on having any respect. 

“Nothing, sir,” Dan whispered back, choking out a quiet moan. Phil had to stop himself from covering his mouth with his hand. 

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he growled, glaring at him. “Stop it right now, or I’ll make sure you get summer school.” 

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Summer school? With you? Doesn’t sound too bad to me.” 

Phil was at a loss. What in the world would make this boy shut the fuck up?

Dan moaned again, his voice breathy and desperate. 

“Fuck, daddy,” he blurted, his breath hitching. 

Phil stopped in his tracks, cursing under his breath. 

“Stay after class,” he hissed. “You’re getting what you fucking wanted.” 

Phil spun around, walking back to his desk before he could get any more aroused, and so that he wouldn’t see Dan’s smug grin. 

The rest of the class seemed to last for years, but Dan stopped touching himself, which let Phil calm down a little. When the bell finally rang, Phil was ruined. He was sweating, and he was still hard. 

“Okay, class dismissed,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “See you all tomorrow.” 

He caught Dan’s eyes, and the boy crossed his arms, staying where he was seated. 

As soon as the last student left and the door closed, Phil was standing. 

He was silent for a moment, the atmosphere tense, and Phil could practically feel the sexual frustration radiating off himself like an aura. 

“Come here,” he said finally, his voice low and firm. He was done playing Dan’s little games. 

Dan stood up, walking towards him and stopping at the desk. Phil glared at him. 

“Do you have a sixth period?”

Dan shook his head, smiling slightly. 

“Good.” The only reason Phil thought he could get away with this was because he didn’t have a class for another two periods.

He moved towards Dan before grabbing him by the hair in a sudden aggressive motion. Dan squeaked, but let Phil push him against the desk without resisting. 

Phil pushed his face against the surface, so his cheek was pressed against the wood. 

“You’re such a fucking slut,” he growled, letting his crotch rub up against Dan’s ass. He whined, but shut up quick when Phil pinched his side. “But you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes sir,” Dan got out, breathing heavily. “Please, sir.” 

“Please what, whore?” Phil tugged at his hair, pinning his wrists behind his back. 

“Please fuck me, daddy, need it, need your cock-” Phil cut him off by covering his mouth, turning him around and setting him on the desk. 

“I know,” he muttered, brushing his lips over Dan’s neck and feeling him shiver. “That’s what you’ve wanted this whole time, isn’t it? Say it.”

Dan whined, squirming under Phil’s touch. “Y-Yes, sir. This whole time, what I wanted, wanted your cock. Wanted your big cock inside me…”

Phil hummed against his throat, sucking a hickey just below his collarbone. He didn’t care, he didn’t want to think about consequences, he wanted Dan so fucking bad. 

He ran his hands under Dan’s shirt, over his stomach and up to his chest. He pinched one of his nipples, savoring Dan’s gasp. 

“Say it again, slut,” he breathed, nipping at Dan’s ear. 

“Fuck.” Dan cursed, wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist, anything to get as close as possible. “Need you, sir, need your cock inside me, please, so deep… fuck me so hard I c-can’t walk, make me forget my own name.” He gripped Phil’s shirt with both hands, as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Please, Phil.”

Just those words were enough to get Phil ripping his shirt off, tossing it aside and unbuttoning his own. Dan whined needily, tugging at Phil’s zipper. 

Phil pushed his hand away, tutting and going back to kissing his neck, working on Dan’s skirt instead. He pulled it down the boys’s thighs, letting his fingertips brush in a teasing manner before digging his nails in. Dan yelped, clinging to his torso. 

Phil decided to stop teasing, he had waited long enough, and instead moved Dan so he was bent over the desk again, his ass in the air. Phil tugged at his panties, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. 

“You have such a pretty ass, baby boy.” Phil let his hands glide over Dan’s skin, hearing Dan’s breath catch. 

“Phil, please. Get on with it.”

Phil grunted, sucking on his own fingers. “Since you asked nicely.”

Without warning he pushed a finger into him, and Dan whimpered. After a moment he pushed back against the digit, wiggling his ass needily. 

Phil added another finger and scissored, and before he knew it, he was adding a third. Dan seemed already completely wrecked, Phil had to hold him down to keep him from squirming. 

“Please daddy,” he moaned, practically falling apart under him. “Fuck me.”

Phil didn’t answer, simply spit on his hand, stroking his cock to cover it, and then lined up with Dan’s pretty little hole. He gripped the boy’s shoulder with one hand, the other resting on his lower back.

“Ready?” he asked, already knowing the answer. 


He pushed in almost to the hilt right away, and Dan cried out. Phil chuckled, pulling out a bit and giving Dan a moment to adjust before pushing in again. 

“Feel good, baby?” Phil asked, his voice low and rough. Dan let out a high pitched moan in response, nodding frantically. 

“Yes! God, daddy, more…!”

“More?” Phil shifted, repositioning to get a better angle. “You sure, angel?”


Phil grunted, thrusting hard, and he could almost feel the table shake beneath them. 

He pulled out despite Dan’s noises of protest, moving him so he was facing him, wrapping Dan’s legs around his waist again. He pushed back in, feeling Dan’s thighs tremble as he started fucking him at a faster and harder pace. 

Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck, muffling his noises. 

“Fuck.” Phil dragged his nails down Dan’s side, groaning close to Dan’s ear. “Such a slut baby, such a good boy for me, doing so fucking well.”

“Daddy,” Dan breathed, his breath hitting Phil’s neck. “Gonna cum…”

“Yeah?” Phil grinned, adjusting his angle to hit all of Dan’s good spots. “Go ahead. Cum for me, honey.”

He pounded into him even faster, and Dan squeaked. He let out a loud high-pitched moan, before letting go and coming over his and Phil’s stomach. 

Phil groaned, pulling out and giving his cock a few pulls before coming and adding to the mess. 

For a moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing. Dan fell back against the desk, his head lolling against the surface, his eyes closed. Phil thought he might be dead for a moment before he spoke. 

“Worth it,” he said softly, practically a whisper. 

Phil shook his head, but couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Shut up,” he muttered, taking some tissues from his desk and cleaning both of them off. 

It took him a while to get Dan motivated enough to dress himself, and when he was dressed, he wouldn’t move from Phil’s desk for a whole ten minutes. 

“So,” he started when Phil finally got him to stand on his own. 


“That was fun,” Dan said softly, letting his gaze fall to his feet. Now that he seemed to have gotten rid of the sexual tension, Dan was being a lot nicer, and a lot less bratty. 

Instead of saying anything, Phil leaned over, kissing Dan deeply. Dan started to stumble back in surprise, but Phil caught him with a firm hand on his waist. 

When they parted, Dan was glowing more than he was before. 

“So,” he repeated, looking a lot more confident. He flashed Phil his notorious smirk. “Summer school, huh?”

Great Minds Think Alike (Riverdale - Jughead x OC)

Pairing : Jughead x OC

Synopsis : A new girl arrives in town around the time of Jason Blossom’s accident. That alone makes her suspicious and unlikeable to most people. Jughead has every reason to investigate on her, the timing is too perfect, right? And it has nothing to do with the young girl’s odd yet charming way of always seeming to find her way back to him, no matter the situation.  

Word Count : 2k


>>> Part 2

The first time Iris entered the small town of Riverdale, she thought she had just stumbled upon the most boring place on earth and gave a desperate look to her dad as soon as she saw the ridiculously low number of people who lived here under the Welcome to Riverdale sign.

A great deal of arguing happened when her parents broke the news to her that they were getting a divorce and then ensued a fight about who Iris would live with. The choice ended up being a practical one: after selling their house, her mom moved to a small apartment in Chicago, and her dad decided to go back to his hometown, in his childhood house. A house big enough for Iris to live in with him, big enough for her to keep sulking about being torn away from her life and friends and to keep avoiding her dad to silently punish him for destroying her life.

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Birthday Wish || Jeon Jungkook

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Words: 2,555

 A/N: ayo! I’m such a hoe. Fun fact about me, jungkook is like a dirty little secret to me. I will tell everyone that he’s not my type but dear god, whatta man. 😍 fun fact #2, I’m still a big hoe. If you want something, go ahead and request it! 

P.s.- thank you guys so much for loving my Jimin smut xD also, thank you to @flakandforay for putting it on the weekly recommendation post! ^-^ *blushes profusely*  

 - admin courtneycat 


Originally posted by jeonify

 "Happy birthday day dear Y/N,“ Hoseok’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer to the cake, "Happy birthday to you! Wooo!” The cake was pink, with white frosted lettering- hopefully chocolate inside. You peaked a glance at Jin and gave him a mental ‘thank you’ because you knew he was the one who made the cake. He winked back at you. 

 "Y/N! Make a wish! You have to make a wish!“ Taehyung yelled from across the table. His boxy smile was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile back at the boy. Closing your eyes you thought about all the things you could wish for. Money, love, success, etc. Hmm. The possibilities are endless, really. You opened your eyes back up and had made eye contact with the boy seated across from you. 

 Jeon Jungkook. 

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Iron Man & Mrs. King (2/?)

Pairing: Tony x Reader
Word Count: 1036
Warnings: Domestic Abuse (more explicit in later chapters), fluff, some swearing. JARVIS is still an AI, Bucky is part of the team.
Chapters post on Mondays and Thursdays.

Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj

7:00am, Tuesday morning

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding as Y/N exited onto the main residence floor of the tower. JARVIS had informed her on the ride up that all of the Avengers were gone on a mission and she would have access to clean every room except Tony’s lab. Y/N set her purse down and rolled up her sleeves. She quickly cleaned her way through the kitchen and living room to the bedrooms.

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New Demons

Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: Smoking, mentions of drinking, homophobia, a lot of bible talk
A/N: ok i am not religious at all but I go to church nearly every sunday so i kinda know about church stuff? im sorry if this offends anyone but yeah this was a v nice prompt i love it.

Phil is not religious. He understands why some people are, of course, but he was never able to grasp the whole point of religion besides the fact that you could literally just throw all of your problems onto a celestial being until you felt like you were being ‘forgiven’ for all the wrong you’ve done in your life.

But the point is that Phil is not religious because why would he believe in a higher power who may or may not be real when he could just believe in himself? When he’s having a hard time, it’s him that is going to find the solution and fix the problem, not some God who had over seven billion other people he’s supposedly looking after.

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First Kiss: Kun


I just want to say that I did not write this! @oodorisummer did, so thank you so so much! This is literally so funny like your humour is incredible and the story line is juST ADORABLE you’ve done Kun justice so I applaud you for that. Thank you also to your friend who edited it - I hope he knows I’m very grateful for him too! Please go and check out her blog and give her some love because this was incredible, tysm!❤️❤️❤️

Originally posted by chokemewinwin

this gif actually fits in perfectly with the actual story line like omg this is perfect

  • Okay so Taeyong organised a group hangout including you and precious bby Kun both of you are single btw
  • And by that he actually told the rest of the members individually not to go
  • Because TY knew you had a thing for Kun-Kunnie 
  • You told him yourself bc you thought you trusted the man with a face created by the hands of the creator itself
  • Anyway
  • So you and Kun went out to the city together
  • He didn’t want to go in alone and wait for you so he arrived at your place (dropped off by TY)
  • And you two took a bus together 
  • You both listened to Jay Chou Kun’s fav throughout the whole ride
  • how cute
  • Okay now both of you were oblivious to Taeyong’s plan
  • One of you anyways
  • You thought the other members had a good excuse not to go 
  • And Kun was the only one left
  • But Kun wasn’t thickheaded 
  • He knew Taeyong’s plan
  • Because he also told momma TY that he liked you
  • So Kun took the opportunity to plan the date hangout even further 
  • His first idea was a light lunch 
  • So Kun-Kunnie took you to a chocolate restaurant (hey i didn’t say it was a healthy lunch)
  • bc c'mon who doesn’t like chocolate 
  • You both ordered a chocolate fondue to share and yes it was delicious 
  • and i’m not just talking about the chocolate ifyaknowhatimean
  • Kun knew you loved marshmallows so he let you take all of them
  • You didn’t even dip half of your mallows you, just shoved it in your mouth
  • Which left the white powder all over your lips
  • He giggled as he watched you enjoy the sweetness of the chocolate
  • He stared at you so lovingly it made the couple next to you two jealous
  • But of course you couldn’t see it bc chocolates before boys you were enjoying yourself 
  • After lunch, Kun took you around to the shops to walk off all that chocolate
  • It was great because the puns were great
  • There was the produce aisle
  • “We make a great PEAR”
  • “ORANGE you glad it wasn’t a bad joke”
  • “LETTUCE celebrate!”
  • And then the soft drinks aisle 
  • “Walk into the club like whaddup i got a big COKE-“ 
  • “Is this real life or FANTA-sy”
  • “Let’s get FIZZY-cal!”
  • “The doctor is in the house” *holds up a Dr. Pepper”
  • And then the other foods
  • “What do you call a sleeping pizza”“piZZZZa”
  • “What is a ghost’s favourite pie”“boo-BERRY pie and i-scream”
  • “What did the duck eat for lunch”“soup and quackers”
  • One hour later Kun takes you to the ferris wheel 
  • The line was an hour long
  • And you got really bored
  • Kun decided to be like a cute boyfriend to keep you entertained
  • He stood behind you and put his head on your shoulder and whispered gossip about the members in your ear
  • “Johnny and Ten netflixed and chilled last night”“OMG really???”
  • It gave you a good laugh which made him happy
  • He had always loved your smile. Seriously he could stare at it forever
  • okay here comes the moment we’ve all been waiting for
  • So as you both stepped forward to move on in the line
  • With Kun still holding his head on your shoulder
  • It was a pretty bad idea
  • Somehow you both ended up tripping
  • You regain your footing but Kun didn't 
  • So CLICHÉ MOMENT you caught him yeah it’s the other way around but it’s 2k17 ya’ll
  • It ended with Kun looking up at you
  • And you looking down at him
  • You had him in your arms
  • Neither of you could move though
  • And neither was anyone else because everyone around turned to see what the commotion was about 
  • Everyone saw what was coming
  • So did Taeyong 
  • While Renjun and Jeno tried to cover Jisung and Chenle’s eyes
  • And Jaehyun nommed on some fairy floss
  • You and Kun just continued to stare at each other
  • So Taeyong took out his phone
  • And Yuta tried to hold back WinWin
  • And you both went for it
  • You pulled Kun up to his feet and at the same time leaned in for that kiss
  • He placed his hands on your shoulders as his lips met yours and
  • It was like magic *throws glitter*
  • Everything around the two of you disappeared 
  • The kiss transported you two to your own world of love and romance 
  • His lips were soft and comforting
  • A first kiss in public would be embarrassing 
  • But Kun was able to make it seem like the easiest thing in the world 
  • Kun hadn’t planned the kiss to go this way
  • But 
  • He still got what he wanted
  • So after 5 seconds
  • But in love time it was eons
  • You two pulled away but NCT was still screaming like fangirls at a concert 
  • And that was when the blushing started 
  • Kun burried his face in your neck to hide the fact that it was bright red 
  • so red it would put Haechan’s tomato hair to shame
  • But your face was red too ofc
  • After that you two finished your date on the ferris wheel
  • Where you two continued that kiss
  • And where the members spammed you both with texts and photos 
  • After that you two were officially a thing just like johnten
  • honestly qian kun AKA angel will wreck everyone bias lists mark my words

First Kiss series

Valentine’s Day Special II: BTS when you didn’t want to celebrate Valentine’s Day at first, but then regret it afterwards

First of all: I managed to write 2 reactions, one for tonight (Friday) and one for tomorrow (Saturday), so please look forward to them my lovelies :* I made the first one Valentine’s Day themed because I didn’t manage to cover it last week~

Secondly: For this reaction, I just ignored that in Korea, girls give gifts to boys on Valentine’s day, and then boys give gifts to girls on White Day so it’s even. 

Thirdly: This reaction is my life omg I would totally be like “Hey boyfriend, we don’t really need to celebrate Valentine’s Day, it’s just a commercial holiday blah blah” and then be super salty afterwards because other girls got flowers and chocolate and I lowkey also like flowers and chocolate :D

And most importantly: All gifs belong to their rightful creators = owners (see urls right under the gifs as always :*). Please support each other and BTS well! Al eonni loves you and AL EONNI ALSO LOVES HOSEOK SO PLEASE SPAM HIM WITH BEAUTIFUL BIRTHDAY MESSAGES SO MY BABY FEELS LOVED AND APPRECIATED ON HIS SPECIAL DAY <333

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Jin: [Sees you all sulky because you kind of wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day after all but now it’s too late]

Jin: [Sneaks out to the arcade to win a plushie for you and surprise you with this “belated Valentine’s Day gift”~]

Originally posted by hoseokxx


You: [Pouty because you’re angry at yourself that you didn’t want to celebrate Valentine’s Day but now you wish you had]

Yoongi: [Disappears for ten minutes, then returns with a heart-shaped balloon] 

You: “Yoongi what? How did you get this?”

Yoongi: “[Insert gif] I bought this long before you sad you didn’t want to celebrate~ Oppa knows what you like, alright? So don’t fret anymore~”

You: [Go “awwww” for the next hundred years]

Originally posted by notjustaphase

J-Hope: feat. Yoongi as you

You: [Sitting around grumpily because you would’ve liked to celebrate Valentine’s Day after all]

Hoseok: [Insert gif: Spontaneously takes you out for a romantic walk to lighten your mood~~]

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Rap Monster:

You: [Hugging him because you’re sad that you didn’t want to celebrate Valentine’s Day after all]

Namjoon: “[Insert gif] C’mon~ [strokes your back] We can have Valentine’s Day every day, whenever you want, baby~ What do you want to do? We’ll have a belated Valentine’s Day this afternoon~”

Originally posted by chimneytaels

Jimin: feat. Hobi as you

You: “Jimin … I thought about it and … can we celebrate Valentine’s Day next year? Looking back at it now, I’m kind of sad we didn’t this year …”

Jimin: “Of course~ Should we celebrate this year’s Valentine’s Day as well? It hasn’t even been a week?”

You: “Is that … would that be okay?”

Jimin: [Insert gif: super excited and happy] Of course that’s okay! Awww, _______, I’ll give you a perfect belated Valentine’s Day, just wait! I’ll make you feel like a princess~”

Originally posted by missbaptan


You: [Sad because you saw Hoseok’s grilfriend’s posts about how nicely they celebrated Valentine’s Day]

Taehyung: “Don’t be sad~ [insert gif] The best always comes last, okay? I’ll take you out for dinner tonight~ And I’ll feed you from my chopsticks~ And kiss you more~ And bring you flowers~”

Originally posted by agustddarling


Jungkook: [searches the whole flat for candy as soon as he notices that you’re sad about not having celebrated Valentine’s Day and feeds you cookies as soon as he has found some]

Jungkook: “Open your mouth, nuna~ [insert gif: “good girl~”] Just imagine it’s Valentine’s Day today, okay?~ What should we do afterwards, huh? Just tell me and we’ll do it~” 

Originally posted by myjaebutt

Contact Chapter Two

Here it is! The second, and final chapter of Contact. This chapter contains no smut, but it is long, so some of it is behind the cut.

“Merry Christmas!” Will Byers chirped as he, Jonathan, and Joyce stood on the porch of Hopper’s cabin, arms laden with gifts and bags. El’s mouth fell open at the sight, her intelligent brown eyes scanning the Byers family and their offerings. Hopper put a hand on the girl’s shoulder, urging her to stand aside so the little family could come in from the cold. When Joyce walked past, he had to fight the urge to kiss her on the cheek - it had been a week since ‘the event’, and while he and Joyce were still speaking (hence the festive gathering) they definitely weren’t speaking about that.

“Do you have anything else to bring in from the car?” Hopper asked, taking bags from Joyce and setting them on the counter. He braved a quick embrace, which she returned.

Joyce nodded. “The food and the chafing dishes.” Between the massive amounts of repair going into their respective households, neither Joyce nor Hopper could be arsed to cook a Christmas dinner - Joyce and the boys had driven an hour out the night before to make a pick up from the nearest Boston Chicken.

“I’ll help,” he announced, jerking his head towards the door. “You kids go ahead and put the presents under the tree.”

He followed her outside, quickly catching up so they were side-by-side as she headed down the twisted walkway to her little green car. The late morning air was biting cold, and Joyce’s breaths came out in visible puffs as she walked with purpose, her eyes forward. Jim couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.

“I’m guessing today isn’t the day we’re going to talk about it.” About the thing I said when we were together. The BIG thing. The additional words stuck in his throat and died.

Joyce paused, her hand on the driver’s side door. She let out three deep, shuddering breaths that made her shoulders rise and fall before she turned to Hopper with a frown.

“Hop, let’s just enjoy Christmas.”

“I just want to know if you reg-”

“Let’s just enjoy Christmas, okay? It’s El’s first, I want it to be memorable.”

He nodded. If there was one person in the world he thought about more than Joyce, it was The Kid, and appealing to his concern for her was an effective, if not slightly calculated move. That night would remain as it was; a fevered memory that could’ve very well been a dream, judging by how unwilling one party was to speak of it again.

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anonymous asked:

Majima ofc gave Kiryu chocolate on Valentine's day, which made Kiryu really flustered but Majima thought it was just normal Kiryu not used to that stuff. So when Kiryu gives him an envelope on White day sealed with a heart sticker, he dies boi he died. Kiryu blushing and holding it out with both hands looking like a serious tsundere high school girl but a 30 year old man

this is cute as shit anon but im so sorry i couldnt capture the true essence of it…


Originally posted by anyhao

BamBam soulmate!au. Slight singledad!au ft. JB


@lovelykth this one’s for you <3

“Mommy I want the cake flavored one,” your two year old son Sean communicated to you.

“Okay hunny,” you patted his head as he clung to your leg. Today you had decided on a mommy-son day. You had both decided to treat yourselves to some frozen yogurt. “Now what toppings do you want,” you asked scanning across the the wide variety of toppings. They had everything from your basic fruits to everyones favorite chocolate confections. 

Your question went unanswered however. Glancing down at the little boy clinging to your leg you noticed he was clearly distracted by something. From his soft giggles it appeared to be something entertaining. Following the general direction of his stare you could see why. In the corner of the store sat a man with light hair, almost white. A plastic crown sat atop of his head. He was making faces at your son, clearly having a good time with it. 

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— Jacksepticeye x Reader : Speed is key

“Sean William McLoughlin.”
The green haired youtuber visibly flinched when he heard a shrill voice call him harshly by his full name, stopping him in his tracks. He had been caught red handed. Slowly pulling away from the other culprit who was just as pale as his now paper white face, Sean - better known as Jack. Gulped. Using his blue eyes to try and give his significant other an innocent puppy dog look. Jack tried to force words from his throat, anything, anything that could make this situation better but what was there to do? Telling the truth was of course the right thing to do but he just loved his partner so much that he couldn’t bare to be straight forward about his current predicament with the other georgeous, tall specamin infront of him. Jack only wore a plain short sleeved white shirt and tight black boxers which made his butt look extra special if he may say so himself!

“(Name)…” Began the green haired boy. Awkwardly standing up straight to look at them dead in the eye. “I promise you. This is not what it looks like…” Instantly, Jack knew he had crossed the line. Especially when his partners eye twitched, their fists clencing.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me…” If hearts could shatter like glass. His would. “I can’t believe you would…y-you would try to eat my chocolate bar…” Audibly groaning, Jack walked over to his loved one. Embracing them in his arms. You see, currently his lover was on a diet and the chocolate bar he had tried to eat was meant to be saved for their treat day. However, it was his absolute favourite and he couldn’t help himself! It was just sitting right there on the shelf on the stunning white fridge. All he wanted was a sandwhich at first but…it was just there! Placing a gentle kiss onto their forehead, Jack couldn’t help but smile in amusement.

“I’m not going to lie. Your reaction was priceless.”

“Shut it.” Sniggering, Jack leant down to press his forehead against their own. His noes gently wiggling on the others making a small smile appear on their face. Nothing made Jack happier then their smile. “Don’t pull any bullshit about the early bird gets the worm, or chocolate bar in this case.” Shaking his head, Jack took her hands in his own and wiggles his eyebrows teasing.

“No of course not. I’ll have you find it’s actually speed is key.”

anonymous asked:

Hello. Can i request hcs of Bakugou and Shinsou giving their fem!s/o chocolates on white day? Thank you! Good luck with the blog!

Yes, you can!


-he’s gonna be such a tsundere about it

-Denki and Sero definitely made him do it 

-”Here, take these shitty chocolates!”

-”Bakugou, thank y-”


-he storms off with the biggest blush on his face


-p nonchalant about it

-he walks up to you randomly and gives you them

-he either doesn’t say anything and leaves a note on the chocolates or 

-”here, I thought you might like these”

-either way, ya boi ain’t gonna make a big deal out of it

Pack Mom - Part 21

Originally posted by drunkcravings

A/N// Here’s Part 21! Enjoy! 


6:00 AM In the morning I woke up, and for the first time it wasn’t because of Talia, she was sound asleep in her crib. Derek and Liam were both still fast asleep, which left me to get up and ready early.

I slipped out of Derek’s arms careful not to wake him and stepping into the bathroom locking the door behind me so I could get a quick shower. 

The shower definitely helped clear my mind, which is just full of wedding stuff. Full of worries about if I couldn’t find a dress or the perfect ring for Derek. And also taking Talia girly shopping was also a worry as she is young and would get restless. 

However, I shook all the worries off and started getting ready, by dressing in a comfy outfit which consisted of my blue skinny jeans, with a grey top. I threw my hair up into a bun then putting a simple bit of makeup on then leaving the bathroom to see that Derek was still fast asleep. 

I snuck out of the bedroom going downstairs to start making breakfast for my family. I planned to make everyone's favourite. Pancakes. So I got down to making whilst turning on some music, dancing around the kitchen making all the pancakes and cutting up fruit and pouring chocolate chips into bowls setting everything out on the table. 

I was dancing and singing around the kitchen that I didn’t notice Derek stood in the doorway laughing. 

“One of many reasons that I’m marrying you” He laughed pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead.

“I had to do something while I waited for you and the kids to get up” I smiled as he nodded. 

“Well, we better get the kids up. You get Liam, I’ll get Talia. See who wins” Derek challenged running off to Talia’s bedroom. I had this in the bag, I was waking up a 15-year-old, while Derek had to wake a 1-year old up, who is cranky when she is woken up, then he needs to change her then get her downstairs. I definitely will win. 

I raced up to Liam’s room seeing that he was wrapped up in his duvet fast asleep. I swung open his curtains and he didn’t even flinch. As I turned around I saw Xbox games all over the floor, the TV was still on and Liam’s Xbox controller was in his hands. Okay, I may rethink this challenge. Derek might have this.

I kneeled down in front of Liam and ran my hands through his hair lovingly. 

“Hunny, it’s time to wake up now, breakfast is ready” I cooed as he shook his head cuddling into his duvet more dropping his controller. 

“M’ tired mom,” He told me.

“That’s why you don’t play Xbox all night. Liam, you have to get up, we have a big day you have to go shopping with all the boys for your suit” I informed him, he finally opened his baby blue eyes to look at me. 

“There’s my beautiful boy” I smiled but he closed them again.

“5 more minutes” He whined turning over. 

“Nope come on, I wanna beat your dad in this competition” I laughed pulling the duvet off him leaving him in his sweat pants and white shirt. 

“Mom!!!!” Liam shouted putting his pillow over his head. 

“Come on baby, I made you your favourite breakfast,” I told him sitting on his bed.

“Pancakes?” He questioned pulling the pillow off his face.

“With chocolate chips and chocolate sauce,” I told him and he jumped out of bed.

“Then what are we doing in here then! Come on mom!” He shouted pulling my hand to get me up taking me downstairs. When we got in there Derek was sat down, with Talia already in her high chair with her drinking her bottle of milk waiting for Liam and me to come and eat.

“I win,” He told me as we sat down plating out breakfast. 

“She was awake when I walked in so she was in a good mood,” He told me as a grin was forming on his face.I placed my hand on my heart.

“That’s cheating! I had to wake this one up who went to sleep at God knows what time because he was playing video games” I laughed as I started to feed Talia. 

“Liam what time did you go sleep?” Derek asked looking at him sternly. 

“Last time I looked at the clock it was 4:00 AM” He told us looking down.

“Sweetie you can’t keep doing this, we have a really busy day today” I informed him as he nodded. 

“Yes Liam, no more playing late or I will come and take your controllers at 11 pm so you can’t play late,” Derek told him adding a few blueberries to his pancakes. 

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. It was this stupid level I just can’t do it” He told us and he started to dig into his pancakes. 

“What if later on, when we get home I can try and help you?” Derek suggested and Liam looked and nodded excitedly. 

“Yes please!!!!” I laughed, as I took bites of my breakfast while I fed Talia. I was starting to get excited about shopping now. I couldn’t wait to see my baby girl in a little dress. She is going to look adorable. I knew I would have the girls help pick out a ring and dresses. 

It was going to be a perfect day 

yjh; iced americano

Originally posted by rappershua

GIFs aren’t mine

Summary: Seventeen is a regular at your parents’ small coffee shop, and you’ve all become good friends. You tried to befriend Jeonghan, but something that he did when you first met prevents you.

Warnings: coffee shop AU af  (swearing)

Words: 1k

In the small coffee shop that your parents ran, you were always stationed by the machines. It was hard to believe that your mother and father had a hard time operating them, yet, their shop was so successful. Most of your business was from the girls that followed the famous boy band that happened to be regulars. They all got the same thing each time. Seungcheol, Jihoon, and Wonwoo always got a double espresso, and quite frankly, they looked like they needed it. Joshua and Mingyu got mochas each time, Mingyu white chocolate and Joshua milk chocolate. Junhui, Seokmin and Soonyoung … their regular orders were café lattes Soonyoung always asked for a cookie with his too. Minghao, Hansol, and Chan got classic cappuccinos, although, Chan had white chocolate sprinkled on top of his instead of milk chocolate. Seungkwan’s order changed a lot. Sometimes, it would be a latte, others a cappuccino and sometimes espresso, which made the other boys a bit afraid of their friend after he downed the caffeine. Then, there was Jeonghan, or as you liked to call him privately — asshat. His order was always an iced americano. 

The bell on the door brought you out of your trance, and you smiled as all of the boys entered the café. You looked to the back of the shop to make sure their table was set up, out of sight. They waved at you, and you laughed as they made their way to the table. Every Tuesday, they came to your small family owned business. It was sweet, how they became some of your closest friends. You had met Wonwoo in a book store, previously. 

You walked to their table quickly, and set all of the drinks that you could fit on one tray down on the table. Their cups read their names, and you laughed as they looked at the little pictures you had either drew on a napkin, or the actual cup.

“Thanks, (Name),” Wonwoo smiled. You scrunched your nose as you saw him take a sip of his pure caffeine.

“No problem, the rest of the drinks’ll be here soon,” you replied, throwing a dull glance at Jeonghan before you left.

You fit the last two drinks onto the tray, and took them to the long table. The waiting boys looked too eager for a cup of coffee. Then again, it was about seven in the morning, not too early, but early enough to still be tired.

“Here you go, one café latte for Seungkwan,” you laughed, “and one iced americano for Jeonghan.” Your voice instantly lost it’s cheerfulness when Jeonghan’s name left your lips. He stared up at you blankly, and you glared down it at him. His lips curled into a small smirk, and you had to resist the urge to turn and throw the coffee in the trash.

You went to go sit next to Wonwoo, but Soonyoung and Mingyu squished up against him, and of course, the only open seat left was one next to Jeonghan.

After a few minutes of quiet conversation and subtle frowns in Jeonghan’s direction, they turned their attention to you. The others glanced between you and Jeonghan, and narrowed their eyes.

“What’s up with you two? I know you like us, (Name), but what about Jeonghan? Did he do something?” Seungcheol asked, you snapped up and out of your daydream, and shook your head. Instantly, your brow furrowed, and you threw a glare made of daggers at Jeonghan.

“Well, you know the first time you guys came here, it was only the second day I had started. My parents had just taught me how to work the machines, and douche over here, decided to take one sip and throws his coffee away,” you explained.

“Wha —.”

“Ah! Don’t even try to argue! I even heard you call it disgusting,” you replied, trying not to raise your voice. He stared at you with wide eyes, and looked unbelievably confused.

“Hyung!?” Chan exclaimed, “How could you do that to, (Name)?” You nodded, and crossed your arms over your chest, sending a sour look towards Jeonghan.

“Okay, first of all, I was visiting family when you guys first came here, and secondly, I would never do that,” Jeonghan replied, a bit frantic. He always knew that you were mad at him whenever he came, but he never knew why.

“Oh yeah, Jeonghan wasn’t with us when we came here the first time. I remember now, he was visiting his parents,” Joshua confirmed. Your eyes widened and your face paled, you looked to Jeonghan staring at you expectantly, waiting for an apology. The hint of smugness in his smirk made you want to explode.

“Well, if you didn’t do it then who did?” You asked, crossing your arms once again. The boys’ brows furrowed, thinking back to the first time they had visited the shop.

A few minutes of quiet thinking later, and Jun’s head snapped up. He held his finger up, and named the culprit.

“(Name), we came here with the manager that day. Remember, since it was our first time here. She threw your cup of coffee in the trash,” Jun explained, and everyone else’s head bobbed in agreement. Your red hot anger came rushing back, and you scowled.

“I hope she loses her job,” you muttered to yourself, frown deepening. Jeonghan snorted, and you glowered at him.

“That’s not very nice, (Name),” Jeonghan chided playfully. it just fueled your fire.

“I also hope Minghao and Jun beat your ass,” you grumbled, just loud enough for the boys to hear. They all exploded into laughter, and even you let out a little chuckle at your own words. When you turned back to Jeonghan, he was laughing so hard he was almost crying, which was weird since it wasn’t that funny.

“Hey, hyung, I really don’t know what your laughing about. Do you not realize that (Name) mistook you for a girl?” Seungkwan remarked. You stared at him, eyes wide, as Jeonghan’s head turned to look at you. His eyes gleamed with anger, and you gulped.

“You’ll pay for that Seungkwan,” you growled, slipping out of the seat, and back behind the register.

After about another hour, you held the door for the boys as they left. They all gave you hugs, and you heard bits and pieces of their conversation as they exited. They weren’t exactly quiet.

“Hyung, you totally like her!” Dino yelled.

“I do not, she’s a nuisance!” Jeonghan argued.

“Really, Jeonghan?” Seungcheol’s voice sounded, and you snorted.

“Maybe a little.”

Unclench, Deborah

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The chatter of the PTA moms bounced around the meeting room as Nicky packed up the left-over brownies. The brownies, as always, were a hit with the moms and kids alike (and John and Karl, who usually downed about six a piece in a disturbingly short amount of time) and Nicky liked to provide a sugary snack for the meeting amidst the catered celery sticks with low-fat, low-carb vegetable dip. Nicky always made sure Alex and the boys ate their salad, but sometimes a man just needs some chocolate to get through an hour of rich, gossiping white women dressed in their Sunday best for a Tuesday night meeting in a fucking high school classroom which included finger food and (likely spiked) punch. Honestly, sometimes Nicky wished Alex would deal with the PTA, but Nicky also didn’t want a law suit, so it was probably for the best Alex stayed away.

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Come Home

Request: “LONG Bellamy x reader request where reader is in the army but she comes back from a tour to her apartment to find a kid there. The kid is Bellamy’s and ginas and he is upset cause they are getting a divorce so he broke into readers empty home to run away. The reader comforts the kid and forms a bond with him an when she convinces him to go home she meets bell and they get to know each other cause she babysits the kid whenever she is home from army.-sorry just loved this prompt an ur writing”

Ship: Bellamy x Fem!Reader, Bellamy x Gina

Warning: fluff, angst, swearing, child running away, reader!soldier, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Tagged: @chebz

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All I wanted was to relax and to be left alone. Just the thought of silence and a warm bed sounded like pure bliss to me. I stood by the bag pick-up line, waiting patiently for my duffle bag. Ever since I joined the army, my physique and body changed drastically. I stood up straighter, back completely erect. I stood tall and proud, happy with what I’ve accomplished. Folding my arms behind my back, I lace my hands together before glancing down the isle of bags. I couldn’t help but smile when I found my own. 

Picking it up, I toss the bag over my shoulder before making my way over to the final check out station. The whole while there, I notice the many eyes beginning to take notice of me. Watching closely as I make my way to the final check out booth. All of a sudden, an old man, accompanied by a younger woman begun to clap. I noticed a small tear fall from his face as he looked at me with a proud expression. People noticed this action and added onto his motion, clapping loudly. Soon, everyone in my vicinity looked at me with a smile. I can’t help but blush at the attention, not something I was accustomed too. 

I nod at each person as I walk by, shaking their eager hands with a smile. Each one whispered a small, but meaningful thank you. Whenever I came back, this happened. I should be use to the patriotic-ness of America but I’m not, and I don’t think I ever will. After shaking every persons hand, I make my way over to my house via taxi. It was odd, looking at a home that seemed so different. It was the same though. Same town, same pond, same park, same shops. But everything seemed different; foreign. The buildings seemed older, rustier from age and little to no care. Everything around me seemed so much older. As if the monuments and restaurants aged with me. 

Originally posted by rainy--blog

It was a comforting thought as the taxi drove up to my apartment complex. I payed and thanked him before hauling my suitcase upstairs. Though I had been and swept every inch of this apartment, the smell seemed completely new and foreign; fresh. Resting my suitcase down, I couldn’t help but smile. However, the minute I step foot into my home, I realized something was out of place. My door was unlocked when I walked in. I remember distinctively that I had closed and locked the door before leaving for Afghanistan. Someone had broken in. Glancing around the house, I realized it was recent. Very recent. 

In fact, who ever broke in was still here. Removing my gun from the waist band of my pants I take my trained stance. Moving from one room to the next with slow and quiet movements. The refrigerator doors were wide open, letting cool air out and into the kitchen. I noticed a large, distinct trial of bread crumbs lead into my bedroom. The door was cracked open, and with it came the sound of my TV blaring. My right hand still clutching the gun, I take my left and prop the door open slowly. It creaks to a stop. Sneaking in quietly, I can’t help but notice how loud my heartbeat has become. I couldn’t even hear the TV through the thumping. 

As I shakily turn the corner, a small voice screeches. “AHHH!!” After years in the army, I can’t help but get nervous when it came to tense encounters. But nothing about this encounter would end in blood. Laying below me was a little boy, maybe six or seven, with gorgeous chocolate eyes and wild curly brown hair. He had thick, noticeable dimples and freckles that made me think of a wild constellation. Immediately, I relax and put my weapon away, tucking it in the back strap of my belt. “What are you doing here?” He asked, shakily. I scoff but smile. “I live here.” Immediately, his face turns ghostly pale; as white as a sheet. I guess in a second that he’s gonna attempt to sneak past me in hopes of being free from his consequences. 

And, just as I suspected, he tries to escape. But before he can get past me, I clutch his arm in a death grip. He claws at my very hard grasp and I kneel down to meet his gaze. My eyes are soft but meaningful. With just one look, I want him to know that I mean him know harm. And it seems the message is received because in a matter of seconds, he calms down. “Look, you’re not in trouble. I’m not calling the cops on you, I promise. What’s your name?” He eyes me with a tense filled gaze. “Wyatt..” He mutters, softly. I send him an encouraging smile before asking. “Okay, Wyatt. My name is (Y/n). I won’t call the cops on you, alright. In return, all I ask is a reason as to why you broke into my home and ate all of my cheerios and bread?” He tenses up when I ask him for the reasoning. But I wasn’t going to let this kid get away that easily. In a matter of seconds, he’s bawling his poor eyes out. 

I take his small hands within my big ones and whisper words of comfort to him. “Hey, it’s okay. Take a deep breath. Talk to me, what’s wrong? Are you not safe? Is someone hurting you?” I ask, my voice full of concern. He shakes his head before wiping the tears away. When he speaks, his voice is uneven and somewhat shaky. “M-My m-mommy and d-daddy are g-getting are l-leaving each other..” Oh god, poor thing. My heart leaps out for the small child. I knew what that was like. To watch two people who were suppose to love and cherish each other until death do us part just split. It makes you question everything about love. It makes you think yourself, that you won’t every experience something as rare as love. 

I ask, treading carefully. “Do you mean your parents are getting a divorce?” He nods, conformation of my theory. I rub his hand with the base of my thumb, an action that seems to sooth him. “Wyatt? Do you want a hug?” The second the word ‘hug’ left my lips, he shoots himself into my arms. Wyatt cries into my shoulder and the shaky breaths that seem to escape his throat make my heart hurt. I run my hand up and down his back, whispering small but meaningful words that seem to resonate within him. After a few minutes, he calms down significantly. But I can tell he’s still very much hurt. Then, a question begun to plague my mind. 

“Wyatt? When was the last time you ate?” He shrugged, rubbing his red puffy eyes. I hadn’t noticed it much before but now looking at him, he looked aggressively pale. Like he hadn’t eaten in about a day or two, only taking nibbles from my already empty cabinets. “What’s your favorite food?” He ponders for a moment before grinning from ear to ear. “Mac&Cheese and chicken nuggets!!” Not the most healthy thing. I thought subconsciously. I pull out my phone and make a delivery call for a massive order of Mac&Cheese with chicken nuggets and fruit. “I can I have a large macaroni and cheese, with a side of chicken nuggets.” The look on his face when I said those words made me smile. 

He acted as if he’d never had them before. Like they were the golden jewels or something. We ate in silence, which I was fine with. As time grew on, he told me all about the most recent movies. He was surprised by the fact that I hadn’t heard of any of them, still not entirely grasping the fact that I was fighting a war in Afghanistan while these movies had come out. We spent what felt like forever, talking about all sorts of superheroes. This was an encounter I was not prepared for. After dinner, I clean up and put the dishes away. When I sit down with Wyatt I give him a knowing look. “You have to go home, honey. Your parents are probably worried sick. You don’t want them to worry, right?” He nods, still sad. “I-I just don’t want to lose them..” 

I shake my head, kneeling so that I meet his gaze. “You’re not losing either of them. And I will help you every step of the way, okay?” He looked up at me with hope in his eyes. “You will?” I nod, signing a deal to a situation I knew nothing about. But the decision didn’t feel inappropriate or uncalled for. It felt right. “Let’s take you home.” He takes my hand and we make our way to his apartment, which coincidentally was only a few floors above mine. I guess that’s why it was easy for him to get away and into a place that wasn’t even being inhabited. Smart kid. I thought to myself as we reached the door. I squeeze his hand reassuringly as I knock on the door. 

The grey door swings open faster than intended, shocking me a little. But what shocked me even more was the person behind the door. Standing before me, stood a buff, long and lean man. He looked almost exactly like Wyatt except he had a different nose, a lot more broader than the young boy. Everything about him screamed godlike perfection. His shirt was tight, chest bulging. I innocently rake my eyes up and down his body. And it seems as though he does the same for me. Whether checking me out or sizing me up, he almost doesn’t notice Wyatt. When his eyes falls on the little boy, he almost cries with joy. Wrapping his buff arms around the small child, he lets out a hardy laugh. 

Once he’s set down, his fatherly concerned side broke out. “Where have you been?! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! You had your mother and I worried sick! Get inside right now!” Wyatt does what he asks, pouting slightly before taking a seat on the couch. His father looks back at me with those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. I almost collapse in that moment. His voice is like silk, smooth and low. “I’m Mr. Blake but you can call me Bellamy. I am so sorry about Wyatt. Ever since he found out about my divorce with my ex-wife, he’s been acting drastic and making wild decisions. How did you find him?” I smile and shake my head, understandingly. “It’s nice to meet you, Bellamy. I’m (Y/n). I actually found Wyatt when he broke into my home.”

He opens his mouth to yell back at his son when I stop him and whisper. “Hey, don’t go too hard on him. I know exactly what he’s feeling. It’s hard, especially at such a young age, to see two people who’re suppose to adore each other for the rest of each others lives, completely stop doing that. It fucks you up. My parents were divorced when I was young. I thought for years that I wouldn’t find love because, if my parents couldn’t, how could I? And no, I’m not pressing charges. He’s a good kid, he just needs a strong hand to take a hold of.” He doesn’t say anything for a minute, almost looking at me in awe before saying softly. “Thank you. For everything. I was worried sick about him.” 

I nodded, looking between the two of them with a small smile. “No problem. Alright, I should get going. I still have to unpack. I won’t be here for long but while I’m here, I want to enjoy it.” As I was about to turn and leave, a voice from inside the house yells. “WAIT!” Wyatt runs past his dad, running into me. He wraps his small arms around my legs, grinning up at me. “Thank you so much for talking to me. And thank you for the Mac&Cheese and chicken nuggets! Will you come see me again! Pleeeeaassee!!” I laugh, glancing up at Bellamy for permission. He looks back at his father with a pleading expression. “Please, Daddy! Can she come back!!” He looks down at him, smirking. An expression I secretly enjoyed. “If you stop running off, she is more than welcomed to come back.” 

When he looks back up at me, I swear there was a glint of mischief or happiness in his eyes. I hug Wyatt once more before heading back down to my room, a smile making its way onto my face. For the next few months, I found myself making time to see Bellamy and Wyatt and Gina, Bellamy’s ex-wife. I find her visiting occasionally but the longer I visit, the more I realize how happy the two of them are not being together. They seemed to be mutual’s, even respectable friends. But there was nothing more there besides respect. I could tell this made Wyatt somewhat uncomfortable. But when I came to see him, that stress and worry seemed to have washed away. He was happier when I came to see him. Before I knew it, tomorrow would be the day I left for my departure. 

No matter how many times I’ve done this, it didn’t stop me from being absolutely petrified. Kneeling down to face Wyatt, my bag leaning against the door. I couldn’t help but feel sad. I didn’t want to leave them. I was enjoying my time here a little too much. “I’ll be back in no time.” He wiped his tears away, sighing. “You promise?” I nodded, not entirely sure if I would come back. I’m never sure. I could die tomorrow. But my heart tells Wyatt that I will be back. I hug him one last time, trying not to cry before looking up at Bellamy. He takes me in a tight embrace, one that feels normal and warm. “I’ll miss you, (Y/n). Please come back to us.” 

We were a little sappy with one another but this was a whole another level of intimacy that I wasn’t accustomed to. And though I wasn’t use to it, didn’t mean I didn’t like it. He gives me a gentle kiss on the cheek before slipping a small photo into my palm. When I look down at it, I nearly cry. It was a small photo, small enough for me to put in a locket, of him and Wyatt. I hold it close to me and smile. I can’t bare to look back at them cause I know if I do, I won’t be able to stop myself from going back to them. A few months pass faster than I expected, and in no time, I find myself back at the Blake home. When Wyatt answers the door, I almost don’t recognize him. He looks so much like his father, it makes me smile. He’s taller and leaner, probably from working out and growing. 

The second he lays eyes on me, he smiles from ear to ear before running up to hug me. “MAC!! YOU’RE BACK!” I lift him up and spin him around. I couldn’t help but smile at the nickname which seemed to be set in stone when we first feasted upon Mac&Cheese with chicken nuggets. I giggle into his ear. “Hey there, little nugget. How are you?” When he lets go, he practically drags me into the home, smiling and talking faster than Barry Allen, it’s almost hard to follow his words. “DADDY, MAC IS HOME!” He stumbles into the room, completely shirtless. My eyes nearly fall out of my head at the sight. I force my eyes to meet and stay with his. “(Y/N)!” He practically shouts, running over to me before lifting me up and twirling me around. I giggle into his ear, unprepared by his strength. 

When he puts me down, I glance between the two boys that have made me so much stronger in the past few months. We spend the rest of the day talking and catching up. However, the whole while I can’t help but think about that feeling of leaving them again. I knew I’d have to do it again and again. I’d have to leave these two boys and experience heartbreak all over again. Before I knew it, Bellamy had tucked Wyatt to bed. I found myself staring at the boy that seemed to have grown so much more than I was ready for. He looked so much older, so much stronger it almost seemed weird. All of a sudden, Bellamy’s low, rough voice broke my heavy thoughts. “You okay, (Y/n)?” 

I shake my head, staying silent to choose my words carefully. “I just, I just don’t want to leave again. I love that I’m protecting people and doing my duty but I love being here. I’ve loved meeting you and Wyatt. You guys have made my life so much better and I’m just scared of losing you guys.” What he did next, shocked me to the core. He pressed his lips onto mine with so much passion, I felt a flicker of joy in my heart. When he lets go, we’re both beyond breathless, almost lightheaded. “We love you so much. And when you come back, we will welcome you back with open arms, just, come home to us, (Y/n).” I nodded, pressing my lips to him again before sighing softly. 

(I hope you liked it!!) 

Sugawara Koushi White Day fluff

Request: Can I request a white day with Sugawara? Sfw fluffiness please! :)

This was super fun to write! I’ll still be taking requests for these until 3/21, so request if you’d like. - Admin Ushijima

Originally posted by alvsjo

March 14th, White Day. White Day was one of your favorite holidays, but it was usually one you never had the chance to celebrate. During the past years, there was never someone you wanted to give a gift to, but this year was different.

Sugawara Koushi, the boy who had stolen your heart. You had met Suga at the beginning of your third year when you had changed schools and he was told to show you around Karasuno. Ever since that day, you had harbored a crush on the silver haired setter.

Today was the day you would confess to him.

You had stayed up all night making chocolates to give him. You made sure they were absolutely perfect. ‘Perfect chocolates for a perfect boy’ you had told yourself.

After you had finished all your classes on that stressful day, you met up with Suga outside of the gym.


“Yes, Y/N, do you need something?”

As you held the chocolates towards him you said, “Suga, I really like you, and I would like us to be more than friends!”

Looking up from the ground you saw a big blush on the boy’s face.


Fear is A Ten Letter Word [harry potter and the sorcerer’s stone: I]

A/N: The first part of the Harry Potter rewrite! Expect the second part of Sorcerer’s Stone very soon! Don’t hesitate to send me feedback, suggestions, or ask if you’d like to be tagged! Also Sorry there are so many timeskips! There were a lot in that part of the movie.

I’d also like to thank @huntertales for helping me out (and giving me permission to make a rewrite blog!)

Pairing: This is supposed to be (slow burn) Harry Potter x Reader!

Word Count: 3,474

Your name: submit What is this?  

You flinched as Draco suddenly stormed into the kitchen, an angry glare pasted onto his face. “Oh dear, what happened now.” The steam from the mug of hot chocolate in your hands had rose to hit you face, making your cheeks a rosy pink.

“Oh, sod off.”
“I was just asking, there’s no need to be rude.”
“Why are you suddenly concerned about what happens in this house?”
“What? I can’t be concerned about my brother?”

You kept your head down, a pinched expression on your face. Draco’s eyes soften before looking at his feet. “I…. I’m sorry.” His voice sounded small, as if he was embarrassed. You looked up, giving him a gentle smile. “It’s fine, was it fath-” You were interrupted by one of the house elves, who had sneaked past your brother and was now standing in front of you. “D-Dobby was sent to s-send the young Master and Mi-Mistress off to Hogwarts.” Your eyes widened a little while Draco bit his lip. “He’s not coming?” Dobby shook his head sympathetically as he took the mug from your hands so you could climb off your spot on the counter. “Drink it. It’s quite cold in here this morning.”

Dobby thanked you. You turned to Draco and started walking towards the fireplace. “Please don’t try and cause trouble, we don’t want to make bad impressions as first years.” He nodded, following you and Dobby. You take a handful of floo powder, stood in the fireplace and sucked in a breath. “London Train Station.” You throw the powder down and become engulfed in green flames. “Keep father company Dobbs.”

It was off to Hogwarts.

The train compartment you were sitting in was empty, Draco insisted that you stay with him, but you got a little claustrophobic once some of his friends started piling into the train. You were already dressed in your uniform, save for your cloak and sweater. A small smile made its way across your face as you looked over yourself. The sheet white button up actually looked nice, you had the sleeves rolled up to your elbows mostly because the train was hot.  Your cheeks were flushed, contrasting with your pale skin. Bleach blond hair fell down your shoulders, stopping at your mid-back. Everything about you screamed Malfoy even down to your short, black-painted nails.

You had been on the train for a good twenty minutes before a soft knock interrupted your thoughts. You looked up to see a boy about your age, he had chocolate brown hair and a pair of round classes that were cracked. “Uhm…Hi, is it alright if I join you?” You nodded shyly, looking down so your bangs covered your eyes. He sat in front of you as the train finally started to depart, parents waving goodbye to their children and bidding them a good year. You felt a small pang of jealousy, but quickly shook it off. ‘I hope this goes well.’

The Hogwarts Express was well on its way but you and the stranger hadn’t said a single word to each other. Filling the car with an awkward silence. It was like that for another five minutes until a red headed boy poked his head through the compartment door. “Excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full.” he asked nervously. You sat up, giving him a polite smile. “No, Not at all,”

He quickly made his way inside, closing the door and sitting next to you. “I’m Ron, Ron Weasley.” You nodded. “My name is [Y/N] …. [Y/N] Malfoy.” He visibly winced, causing you to laugh. “Don’t worry, I’m nothing like my brother.” Ron nodded, seemingly agreeing with you before turning his head and looking at the boy you let in earlier. “What’s your name?”

“Harry, Harry Potter.”

You sat up a little straighter as Ron’s face morphed into pure astonishment. “What?” you asked, not quite believing him. Ron however was practically jumping out of his seat. “So…. So, it’s true, I-I mean do you really have the- the-” he started to point at his head. You looked at him with an amused expression. “The what?” Harry asked. “The scar.” you responded quietly, not wanting to draw any attention to yourselves. Harry smiled, letting out a relieved ‘oh’ as he lifted the messy fringe that was covering his forehead to reveal the lightning shaped scar. You breathed out some air, still having trouble believing this whole thing. “You…You have to watch out for my brother, he’s going to want to meet you.” Ron shook his head, only having one thing to say. “Wicked.” You and Harry laughed at the comment. Harry dropped his fringe as a lady appeared in front of your door, opening it.

“Anything off the trolley dears?”

You eyed the black licorice, but decided against it. Wasting money on sweets wasn’t the best idea. Your father doesn’t like sending you money, as he mostly has his attention on Draco. You shook your head solemnly. Ron lifted what appeared to be a mushed-up sandwich in a bag, looking at it with disgust. “No thanks.” He gulped. “I’m all set.”

Harry gave the both of you a look before reaching into his pocket and grabbing a couple of galleons. “We’ll take the lot; can we have a couple extra bags of black licorice as well please?” You looked at him with a surprised expression. Ron looked at the coins, a glimmer in his eyes. “Woah…”


You were only halfway into your bag of licorice when Harry picked up a box of candy. Him, Ron, and a mess of candy wrappers and sweets were in the seats across from you. You were eyeing Ron’s rat with an amused smile when Harry read his box. “Bert’s every-flavor Beans?” Ron looked up at him. “They mean every flavor, Cake, cherry, bubblegum-”

“Don’t forget about Spinach, and trout.” You interrupted.

Harry’s curious face turned into a disgusted one as he carefully chewed one of the beans. “My brother swore he got a snot one once.” You shook your head and Harry spit out the candy. He then proceeded to pick up one the Chocolate Frog box. “These aren’t real frogs, are they?” You smiled at him. “No, it’s just a spell. But most people only really go for the cards, the packs supposed to have a card of a famous witch or wizard inside.” You explained, popping another piece of licorice into your mouth. Harry opened the box, but before he could do anything, the frog had already jumped out the window. “Oh, that’s rotten luck, they only really have one good jump in them.”

Harry now had his focus on the card, his face brightened up. “Hey! I’ve got Dumbledore.” he said excitedly while looking up at you and Ron. When he looked down at his card, his excited smile quickly turned into a confused frown. “Hey…Where’d he go?” You giggled as Ron explained. Your focus was once again on the rat, which was still working through the same box of Bert’s Beans. Ron smiled. “His name is Scabbers. He’s a bit pathetic really-Oh! Fred taught me a spell to turn him yellow! You want to see?” You looked at Harry who gave you the same excited look as the two of you nodded. Ron picked up his wand and pointed it at Scabbers before being interrupted by another student. She had extremely messy hair that ended just past her shoulders. You watched her closely as she looked around your compartment before rolling her eyes and sighing.

“Has anyone seen a Toad? A boy named Neville lost one.” She said with an annoyed tone.

You perked up at the name. “Longbottom?”

She nodded before returning to the topic. “Well? Have you?” You and the boys shook their head, but she was now focused on Ron’s wand. “Oh! Are you doing Magic? Let’s see then.” A sly grin slowly etching onto her features. Ron cleared his throat and began to say the words to the spell;

   “Sunshine, Daisies, Buttermellow.
   Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!”

   Ron flicked his wand at Scabbers, causing the now somewhat empty candy box to fly away. He shrugged at you and Harry, you smiled at him while Harry just shrugged back. The girl quickly cuts into the silence. “Are you sure that’s a real spell?” She let out a small laugh. “Well, it’s not a very good one, is it? Of course, I’ve only tried a couple simple ones myself.” She pulled out her wand and motioned for Harry to sit next to you. He gulped as he stood, plopping himself down while the girl walked in and knelt in front of the both of you. She pointed her wand at Harry’s glasses and whispered. “Oculus Repairo.” Suddenly the crack on Harry’s glasses quickly fixed itself. You laughed as he leaned into you, showing off his glasses. He was too busy looking excitedly at you and Ron to hear the girl speak again. “By Cricket! You’re Harry Potter! I’m Hermione Granger.” Hermione looked at you over. “You must be a Malfoy, [Y/N] right?” You blushed as you nodded, not really expecting her to know your name. Harry smiled slightly at your shy behavior, Hermione looked to Ron with a semi-disgusted expression.

   “-And you are?”

Ron, with a mouthful of cake, responded with his name as he did earlier. Hermione looked a tad disgusted at this, but replied anyways. “Pleasure.” She then looked at the two of you. “You all better change into your robes. I expect we’ll be arriving soon.” In the blink of an eye, she had already exited the compartment, but not before muttering to Ron about something on his nose. You looked glanced back at the compartment door, then to the boys. “Well, she does have a point- better get dressed now so you won’t have to wait for a toilet to open up or something later.” They both nodded and excused themselves, leaving you with a pile of assorted sweets and an old rat.


It was dark by the time Hogwarts Express pulled into the station, followed by a loud hissing noise to officially announce your arrival. You follow Harry and Ron out of the train with intentions of meeting up with your brother before you reach the school, but he seemed a bit busy with some of his friends. You sigh, looks like you won’t be seeing much of him this year. Harry suddenly smiles and makes his way up to a huge, and rather hairy, man. “Hello Harry!” he greeted as he shined the torchlight in our faces, making you squint. “Hey Hagrid,” Harry replied casually. Ron looked at him, then to Hagrid before gasping “Woah.”

Hagrid ignored him, looking over you and into the crowd of first-years. “Alright then, this way to the boats! Come on now, follow me!” The large group of students did as they were told, following him out of the station and to the lake were Hogwarts was. The shore was lined with small boats, enough to fit at least four or five people in. You were debating on just finding Draco so you could ride along with him, but before you could do just that, Ron had ushered you into the boat with harry and two other people. “[Y/N]! [Y/N] Look!” He gushed, pointing up at the castle. “… Woah, I didn’t expect it to look so pretty. Especially now, at this time of night.” You said, sitting up a little straighter so you could see more properly. The castle itself was shrouded in darkness, save for the lights that illuminated the inside and up the stairs that led to the main gate. The full moon only added to its charm. You turned to Harry, who’s mouth was slightly open. “Are you okay?” He looked at you, now grinning. “It’s huge!” He pointed, making you laugh. As the boats neared the school Ron smiled, and leaned into the wooden pole that held our boat’s torch. “Wicked.”


The group of first-years you were in were very excited to say the least, all of them basically running up the stairs that led to, what you assumed was, the great hall. You were still tagging along with the boys, your brother and the girl you had met earlier close behind you. Once you reached the top of the stairway, a tall woman- who was most likely a professor -was waiting, drumming her fingers on the stone railing as you all stopped listen to whatever she had to say.

“Welcome to Hogwarts. In a moment, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.” You glance at Draco, who was also staring at you with a sly smile. You rolled your eyes and giggled a little. The Professor continued. “Now while you’re here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points, any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup- “

“Trevor!” She was quickly interrupted by none other than Neville Longbottom, as he rushed up to the top of the stairs, and scooped up a toad. That toad was probably the one Hermione was looking for on the train earlier. You’re happy Neville was able find him, but the professor who was speaking to you all looked down at him, annoyed and slightly confused. He muttered a “Sorry.” Before going back to his original spot on the stairs. “The opening ceremony will begin momentarily.” She finished before turning around and stepping into the great hall, leaving us along for the time being.  

“It’s true then, what people were saying on the train.” You wince, turning to look at Draco along with everyone else. “Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”  Suddenly, the crowd erupted into a fit of whispers and gasps, while you were about ready to jump into the lake you sailed across earlier. Draco looked at Harry, nodding to the boys standing behind him, recognizing them both from the train compartment your brother was in. “That’s Crab, and this is Goyle.” He paused. “And I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” You snickered at how pretentious he sounded, you heard Ron laugh as well. Draco snapped his head in Ron’s direction, glaring slightly. “You think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask yours.” The blonde examined him, head to toe. “Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.” He sneered. You gasped.


“Oh. I see you’ve met my sorry excuse for sister? You didn’t even tell me you were hanging around Harry Potter, let alone a Weasley. Hasn’t father warned you about hanging out with the wrong crowd [Y/N]?” You scoffed. “I can hang out with whoever I please Draco, I don’t have to tell you everything.”  He rolled his eyes, fixing his attention back onto Harry. “You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, you don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort.” He glanced at Ron, who looked as if he was holding back tears, then back to Harry. “I can help you there.” He outstretched a hand for Harry to shake, you glared at him. Harry looked at you and Ron, then to his hand. “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks.”

Oh thank god. “Draco! What was all that for? Apologize to Ron-“ You stopped yelling talking once the lady from earlier returned, gently patting Draco’s back with a scroll. He looked back at her and quickly moved out of the way, her eyes following him. She looks back over the crowd. “We’re ready for you know. Follow me.”

The doors opened, and you all walked into this huge room, lit with torches and floating candles. You smiled at how, well, magical it was. You looked up and tilted your head to the side in confusion, as there were stars and clouds where the ceiling should be. Hermione noticed and nudged your shoulder to get your attention. “It’s not real, the ceiling. It’s just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in ‘Hogwarts: A History’.” She explained. You nodded and thanked her as you both walked down the narrow hallway that was in between four huge tables. The group was suddenly stopped in front of a stage, giving you view of the entire Hogwarts staff and a stool with an old looking witches hat on it.
“Before we begin, the school’s headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, would like to speak.”

As promised, the infamous wizard stood from his seat and the room was suddenly silent. “I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce: first-years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students, also our care taker, Mr. Filch, would like to remind you that the third corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not to die a painful death.” You winced, so much for being the safest place on earth. “Thank you.” Dumbledore took his seat, while the professor from before opened up the scroll she had been carrying.

“When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses.” She lifted the worn hat from the stool, before look to the scroll and calling a name. “Hermione Granger.” The girl next you breathed in and closed her eyes for a second. You placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled, she smiled back nervously before walking up the stage, muttering something under her breath. “Mental that one, I’m tellin’ ya.” Ron whispered, you rolled your eyes, watching as the hat was placed on her head. It started to speak. “Ah, right there! Mmmm right, okay. Gryffindor!” The hat yelled, causing one of the tables to started cheering. Hermione smiled pridefully before jumping off the stage and taking her place at Gryffindor’s table.

When you heard the next name, you already knew what house they belonged to. “Draco Malfoy.” He slowly made his way up to the stool. She hadn’t even gotten the hat onto his head completely when it yelled. “Slytherin!” Draco smirked as he got off the stool, sauntering over to Slytherin’s table. Yours would be that easy as well, and what house. Being a Slytherin runs in your blood after all. Ron started to whisper again. “There’s no witch or wizard that never went bad in Slytherin.” You frowned and he caught himself. “O-Of course you’re r-really nice and-“ Harry continued for him. “I don’t think you’re going to go bad! You might not even end up in that house.” You smiled. “If only that were the case.” You three looked up once the next name was called. “Susan Bones.” A girl with long, red hair stepped up and sat down. “Ow!” Your attention was shifted over to Harry, who was holding a hand to his head. “Harry? What is it?” You asked worriedly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Nothing- it’s nothing.”

You were going to ask if he was really fine, but was interrupted by the sorting hat- who had just placed Susan in Hufflepuff. “Ron Weasley.” You could see him visibly gulp before going over to take a seat, the hat now on his head. “Hah!” It barked, startling both the Professor and Ron. “I know just what to do with you! Gryffindor!” He cheered, running to join Hermione and his brothers at the table. It was just you and Harry now, and you could tell he was nervous. “Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine! I’ll still be around, no matter what house you get!” You patted his shoulder reassuringly, from what you’ve noticed so far, he was a nice guy and wouldn’t have trouble making new friends. You on the other hand?

… Well, at least you’ll be with Draco.

“[Y/N] Malfoy.” Thank god, let’s just get this over with. You quickly made your way up to the stool, just wanting to get this done as quickly as possible. The sorting hat was slowly lowered onto your head, but nothing came. Draco looked to you, raising his eyebrows. The Hat finally spoke. “Your house isn’t dictated by your blood, you silly girl! No, it’s the heart, and your heart is telling me…. Gryffindor!” It was silent for a second, before the table started to cheer, but you couldn’t hear it as it was being drowned out by your own thoughts. You looked to Draco with a terrified expression, his smugness quickly turned to confusion and fear.

‘Oh no.’