I’m tired of smut just being porn star worthy, professional, distant fucking
give me fic smut where the characters are new and awkward and ‘oh my god am I doing this right?’ and 'no, oh my fuck you don’t put it there’
give me fic smut where the characters are crying but not like 'that’s good dick’ crying or 'shit that hurts’ crying but rather 'oh my god I love this person more than life and we’re so close right now’ crying, gimme some of that full out bawling
give me fic smut where it’s all a joke and they’re doing anything they can to purposefully kill the mood just to make the other one laugh
give me fic smut where they’re trying things out and maybe things don’t go as planned but they keep going anyway and have a good time
give me fic smut where the characters are literally teasing each other the whole time, but not like sexually teasing but more like insults that are their way of flirting like 'ow you bit my tongue, nice going you clumsy asshole’ and 'fuck you, I made you spaghetti and this is the thanks I get?’
give me fic smut where they laugh, be it because one of them did something funny/embarrassing or because they’re just happy????
like can people in smut fics be more than attracted to each other and not just sex machines with their only priority being fucking???
summary: you can never trust anything in the wizarding world. not even your own goddamn journal.
pairing: yoongi x female reader word count: 8k genre: fluff a/n: all poetry in y/n’s journal written by yours truly! obviously, anything written in yoongi’s journal is written by him. also, i know the word count’s pretty short in comparison to my seokjin fic, but a majority of this fic is in messaging format, which explains both the great physical length and the shorter word count. inspired by this drarry fic, which rocks and u should read.
“all art is quite useless.” — wilde, 1890.
The first thing your mother bought you in Diagon Alley, age eleven, was a worn, brown leather journal, its pages tinted and stained but empty nonetheless. She got it off of the highest shelf in the top corner of the crowded bookstore, stretching her arms and legs to reach it, the last of its kind.
“What’s this for?” You asked as she placed it in your open, waiting palms.
“For you to write in while at Hogwarts,” she said. “I find that words always seem to have a better way of flowing when on paper rather than out loud. Don’t you?”
“I dunno,” you responded, shrugging your little shoulders as you placed the journal in your cauldron along with the rest of your required schoolbooks. “Isn’t it dumb to keep a journal?”
“Only if you treat it as such,” your mother replied, as sage as she always was. “Come, let’s get you a wand.”
With the mention of a wand, your mind wandered far from the beaten leather journal in your cauldron as you skipped out of Flourish and Blott’s, unaware of how significant the journal would end up being in your later years at Hogwarts.
How would they react if their crush walked in on them crying?
Noctis: His face and ears immediately go bright red, and he covers his face with his arms to try and hide. “Don’t look over here!” he barks, not meaning to sound so harsh but doing so is his only defense mechanism. He doesn’t want anyone to see him in such a vulnerable, pathetic state, especially the crush he wants to try so hard to impress. “Leave me alone. …Please,” he weakly begs them, but if they sit next to him anyway he won’t be able to bear it and lean his head on their shoulder.
Ignis: His entire body jumps when his crush enters the room, as he hadn’t been expecting anyone to catch him at such a pitiful moment of weakness. He coughs and brushes it off the best he can, giving his eyes a quick wipe and pretending they didn’t see anything. “Y-Yes? How may I help you?” However, it would be painfully obvious that he was crying just literal moments before, so he’d drop the facade and quickly excuse himself once more to avoid having his reputation soiled.
Gladio: He probably wouldn’t be crying very hard when it happens, but still feel a bit embarrassed at having his crush see him at the worst possible moment. “…What are you doing here?” he grunts out before wiping his arm across his face. Though he’s flustered, he still considers opening up to his crush in that moment; if he wants to be with them in the long term, they should know all the sides of him… right? “Come here,” he murmurs, then puts an arm around them. Somehow it feels better already.
Prompto: A gasp leaves him when he first sees them, and he furiously scrubs at his eyes to wipe away all his tears. “N-No, wait, don’t come here yet! Just… give me a second, okay? Ahahaha…” If they come any closer, he’ll just start crying again and open his arms. “S-Sorry… you think I could have a hug?” Of course he’s embarrassed to have his crush see him cry, but honestly, at the moment, he wants their attention and comfort more than anything.