Batman? Pffff, what dumb superhero, I'm totally over hi — [trips] [hundreds of thousands of Batman pictures spill out of tailcoat] What a - what a weirdo, t-these aren't mine, I'm just [gathering them up and frantically sweating] Ok, ok, listen - I hate the guy, l-listen [thousands of Batman pictures scatter across the floor] Oh my gosh, I-I'm just holding them fo-for Harley, oK jUsT LIS T E N
You carefully poured the rest of the bottle into the bubbling cauldron. You smirked as the liquid turned a sickly looking green color. Now all you needed to do was bottle it and-
A loud tapping at your window cut off your thoughts. You rolled your eyes with a slight smile and opened the window. “Hey. Watch the cauldron.” You warned as Harry climbed in through the window. “I know what to do.” He mumbled, leaning down. In return, you stood on your tiptoes, pecking him lightly on the lips.
“You know I have a front door, right?” You asked, a small smirk playing at your lips. “You know you have a scary dad who hates me, right?” Harry asked, mocking your tone. “Shut up and lay on the bed or something. I’ve got to bottle this shit.” You laughed, turning back to the cauldron.
You heard the springs in your mattress squeak as Harry laid down. Ok, time for the tricky part. You grabbed your obsidian ladle and a bottle, carefully pouring the molten liquid.
“You wanna do something more fun?” Harry asked. You could almost hear his mischievous smirk. “I need to finish bottling this.” You replied, setting the bottle on the shelf. “It can always wait.” You heard your bed squeaking again.
“It really can’t. This stuff goes bad if it’s left in the cauldron.” You started getting annoyed. You just wanted to get this over with and then you and Harry could hang out. “You know I’m not a patient person.” Harry replied sassily.
“I’m very aware, Harry! Just let me finish!” You gritted out, grabbing an empty bottle. “C’mon, darling.” Harry’s rough voice in your ear startled you and you dropped your bottle, making it shatter all over the floor.
You felt the tips of your hair catch fire. You were pissed. “Harry! I needed that! Do you even know how temperamental Greek Fire even is?! It could-” You were cut off by Harry spinning you around and pushing you up against the wall, his lips pressed firmly against yours.
You felt your flames die down slightly. Harry smelled just like the ocean, a smell you had come to love. You tingled as Harry ran his hook up and down the small of your back and you gripped at his muscled arms. “Shut up.” He growled before resuming the kiss. Oh that’s how he wants to play, huh?
You mustered up all of your strength and pushed Harry off of you. He landed on the bed on his back and while he was distracted, you quickly straddled him, grinning victoriously. “Fuck you.” You leaned in close to his face as Harry rested his hands on your hips. “I knew you would.”
Being in a Polyamorous relationship with the Hamilsquad...
(So sorry I got carried away!!)
Your boys would be the sweetest in the world
Lafayette giving you adorable little pet names in French
“Mon petit ange doux, you look divine in that dress.”
Always buying a turtle plush for John everytime you take a trip to the store with one of the boys.
Here’s how your multiple turtle purchases would go down…
Hercules stopped the grocery cart and reached out to catch your arm just as your hands wrapped around the small fluffy green animal with large sparkly blue eyes. He sighed as your large orbs met his, “Y/n, my sweet, I think John has got enough turtles by now don’t you-” The tall man was cut short as his other love stepped out from behind him, setting a box of uncooked noodles in the cart, then took the stuffed animal from your hands and set it in the overflowing cart. “Shush Hercules, let her get him the turtle. John loves them!” Alexander insisted. Hercules rolled his eyes and threw his hands up deciding the fight wasn’t worth. Y/n and Alex both erupted with happiness when seeing John’s reaction to the new additions to his collection that they gifted him with. Of course it warmed Hercules’ insides seeing his boyfriend so excited so he obliged and shook his head. “Fine, fine, but you two are going to explain this to Laf when he sees John’s getting yet another one.”
Hercules making you an endless supply of dresses
You’d probably have a chores chart
John would be the biggest sweetheart out of the four
They’d be obsessed with making sure you’re always comfortable and know how much you’re loved
Random surprises at work
It would most likely be extremely awkward at the start, none of you sure what to do and how to go about a relationship involving five people but after a while things would smooth out
Movie nights galore!!
Giving the boys massages after long hard days
Alex ranting to you about his hatred for Jefferson
“He’s just a pathetic, spineless, pain in my ass! What the hell is his problem anyways, huh? I mean my god why doesn’t he just take the damn stick out of his mother fu-” “Alexander!”
Doodling with John in your free time
Braiding the boy’s hair
“My love, are those flowers that you’re-” “Shush. You like it Alex, stop pretending you don’t.”
Bringing Hercules lunch and modeling his work for him
Thousands of group selfies
You all would move into a spacious apartment in New York with a large master bedroom that you all shared
The boys being extremely overprotective of you and each other
“That guy won’t stop drooling over Y/n.” “Oh tell me about it, this girl over here won’t stop making googly eyes at Laf.”
They’d love to baby you despite your protests
After a long day at work Hercules would draw you a bath as Lafayette carried you in and helped wash you
Lafayette tying your hair up in a bun whenever the chance is presented
The boys would love placing small pecks all over your face as a sign of greeting
You all had enough trust in each other so jealousy wasn’t a very common thing
But there’d be a time when out with the boys you would run into Thomas Jefferson and Alex would go into full jealousy mode
He’d insist Jefferson was flirting with you and would have his hand wrapped securely around your waist with John holding your hand and Hercules glaring daggers at the man as he chatted away with Laf
But even Laf would get uncomfortable with the way his dear friend was staring you up and down
“Ah and this must be the lovely Y/n. I’ve heard so much about you. My, my you are more beautiful than the bright stars in the Virginia sky, my darlin’. Hope these men are treating you right, Hamilton especially. If you want to see what it’s like to be with a real man, one who can give you the attention you deserve-”
This would be Alex’s snapping point
Laf and Herc would have to hold him back from tearing apart the smug Jefferson as John would hold you close, blocking you from the sight
The rest of the night was spent snuggling together in bed under a mountain of blankets spent reassuring the boys just how much you love them
Morning showers together
The boys would try to do your makeup one night and surprisingly impress you with their skills
After noticing Lafayette’s constant distress and homesickness after a week or so Hercules, John, Alex, and yourself would get off early from work for the night and get to work make Lafayette a feast of authentic French themed foods
Laf being extremely overwhelmed at the action and going into an appreciative French spree of words- or rather so gibberish to three of you.
“Mes amours vous fondent mon coeur avec vos douces actions. Comment ai-je réussi à avoir la chance d'avoir quatre beaux anges qui m'aiment autant que je les fais? Je ne méritais pas de toi, mes amours.”
Hercules, John, and you turning to Alexander for translation
“He uh, he said he appreciates the action a lot and loves all of us more than anything.”
He’d then pull all of you in for a large group hug, which would happen often
Grocery shopping would take like five times longer for the fact that you live in a house with four other guys
John and Hercules always tagging along when you run errands
Alex writing heartwarming poems about you nonstop. He likes to sneak them into your work folders or your purse for moments when you need to hear it the most.
Hercules making all five of you matching Christmas sweaters in which you pose in for your family Christmas cards that make it out to all of your friends and family.
Girl gossip with the Schuyler sisters
I feel like Hercules would have a good list of jokes he’d say and mostly at inappropriate times
Like when it was Alex’s night to make dinner and he accidently overcooked the pork chops, Hercules would come into the kitchen taking in the dry black meat then look at Alex with a dead serious expression
“Hey babe, what do you call a pig that knows karate?” “Herc now is not the time-” “A pork chop.”
John always making silly faces at you from across the room when you’re stressed out
Laf being obsessed with taking candid photos of the boys and you,making a whole album full of them
“Laf why are you taking pictures of us? We’re just making lunch.” You mumbled half mindedly. The water on the stove was boiling heavily and John wrapped his arms around you from behind setting a handful of asparagus in the pot. He chuckled and placed a chaste kiss to the side of your cheek. Yet again another distinct shutter filled the air as Lafayette smiled to himself. “I bet it’s because we look absolutely adorable.” John whispered into your ear. You laughed as the vibration tickled your skin. Laf nodded and pointed towards the two of you, “Right you are, John.”
Making breakfast with Laf to bring to a sleeping Alex who passed out at his desk on top of piles of papers.
Having Christmas movie marathons laying in Hercules’ arms while Laf holds Alex and John cuddles up to your side
Becoming amazingly close friends with the Schuyler sister who love to hear about your relationship with the boys
But let’s be real, the sex would be outstanding
Like John would be sweet, gentle, and hesitant but in all the right ways
Alex would love to go down on you and the rest of the boys gaining pleasure out of satisfying his partners. He’s also pretty cocky, no pun intended, in bed but in all the right ways.
Lafayette exceeded in the department of dirty talk, whispering dirty French words in the shell of your ear and loud for the rest to hear which would turn Alex on above anything else seeing as he was the only who understood the words
Hercules was obsessed with undressing you and the boys loving to unravel you all before himself. He’s to most skilled out of all of you and it definitely comes in handy while in bed.
But afterwards they would always make sure you felt okay and cleaned you up
Fights would be to an extreme limit but when they did occur everyone acted fast
Alex was usually involved in the arguments while John would stand to the side, holding you close if you were near shielding you from the disaster.
Lafayette could be explosive if involved so Hercules acted as the peacemaker
In most cases all boys wanted the mess to end the second it would start but being hot tempered, sometimes it didn’t matter if the issue was large enough
Alex would apologized no longer than five minutes after the start almost in tears feeling horrible for his actions
He would rush over to John and you pulling both of you in close as the other two would join in
You would all then spend the night over a tub of ice cream peacefully sorting out the issue at hand.
So many kisses
Exploring the city together
Out of all the boys, Alex is the most difficult to convince of things
It’s a chore alone just to get that boy to bed
And when clothes shopping, you always make sure to go with Laf or John
Alex is the smartest with the shopping and usually knows what you actually need and don’t need
Hercules insists he can make you whatever article of clothing you want
But John simply cannot resist saying no to you and Laf just wants to see you smile so he had no problem throwing whatever amount of money down to cover the cost. (In no means is this used in the gold digger content.)
It makes John and Laf so happy when they say yes to you and you erupt in a fit of happy giggles and ‘thanks yous’
Every once in awhile all of you would take a trip. It always varied depending on whose choice it was. Lafayette loved taking you all to his home in France, Alex was a fan of adventurous tropical vacations (sometimes cruises but it took a lot of convincing) and heading to Spain for a change of culture, John liked camping trips or mountain explorations, Hercules was a fan of road trips and calm vacations on the shores of beaches in Hawaii, and you managed to talk to boys into backpacking in Europe which although stressful during the process, was a successful vacation and you enjoyed weekends up north far from the social world.
Lafayette would come home from work and surprise you with various coloring books or Paris, India, New York, etc. from the local Barnes and Noble. This being said you would steal many or John’s coloring utensils to fill in the books.
The boys all had different drunk types
Alex was whiny. SOOOOO freaking whiny when drunk.
“Y/n… can you please cuddle me?” “Jack gimme kisses.” “Hercules can you make me pizza?” “Laf, babe, are you ignoring me? No baby, lay with me!” “Alex sweetheart, I’m doing laundry what do you want?”
John was the cuddly drunk who always wanted kisses and hugs. He’d latched himself onto whichever partner was closest and would die before letting go. If someone would say no to John- they’d pay the price. In an instant he’d erupt in a fury of tears and totally let go of himself. Herc, being the usual sober one, was there right away comforting the sensitive boy.
Laf was a happy drunk. There was always a award winning smile on his face when a drink was in his hand. He’d tell jokes in different accent and whisper incoherent French words in your ear. He liked to get touch with all his partners and always had a hand on at least one of you while intoxicated. Lafayette was known to laugh at least once every two minutes, sometimes at nothing at all while drunk. He found the world to be one huge joke and had the time of his life.
Hercules let loose entirely. He was more of a partier when drunk and liked to brag, a lot. It wasn’t always about entirely PG-13 things either if you know what I mean. He also enjoyed showing Laf, Alex, John, and yourself off as well. Not in a disrespectful manner, just talked about how much he loved all of you. His lips were constantly pressed against your temple as well as the other boys. He’d holler and shout at a ball game on the screen that while sober he wouldn’t even give a second glance to.
Speaking of sports, almost everyone in the house was into something different but when March came around, the house was madness… pun intended.
The boys as well as yourself would all make brackets. Money was involved, no doubt. Smack talk was also a component even though none of you cared for the sport too much until March.
Alex would watch every game leading up to the event feverishly mapping out his plan. In the end, he would take into account more of the end scores than the effort and passion of each team. His end game was between Gonzaga and North Carolina.
John would argue against Alex and root for all the underdogs. Things wouldn’t turn out well for him but he had fun! John liked cheering for all teams and tened to root for the team with the most passion and enthusiasm. He was one for effort and hustle so when all his first round picks lost, he didn’t mind.
There was no doubt about it, Lafayette cheered for the team ahead. He was a typical bandwagon and switch sides faster than any traitor in history. Laf claimed he didn’t do so but it was clear. Sometimes he would cheer for the team with the name he recognized but he did enjoy watching basketball and seeing the games. Not knowing whether to pick North or South Carolina, Lafayette cheated the system deciding to write ‘Carolina’ as the end winner, claiming he did it on accident but everyone knew what he was up to.
Hercules cheered for the team with the best colors. He wasn’t as into basketball as most and prefered to watch his loves get excited themselves. Although he did pick Gonzaga, due to Alex spending an entire week talking him into it. Hercules didn’t mind though, he had no idea what was going on anyways. At the start he had put in the Lakers and Bulls, not realizing the huge difference between college and professional.
You on the other hand had watched the teams throughout their whole season which also meant you understood every game was different so you took an approach similar to John. In the end, Alex was the closest to perfection and made sure to let you all know it. But he choose to spend the money won on a night out on the town filed with kisses, champagne, expensive food, and loving memories.
You and Alex would be overly involved in reality TV
Like don’t even get him started on all those Real Housewives shows. Alex lives for the, most likely scripted, drama. You both try to get the other boys in on it although the only one who bites the bait is Hercules. Her claims he ‘hates’ the shows but you had caught him one Sunday night after everyone had long passed taken on sleep. You had felt his side of the bed shift and soon enough he was creeping out of the room. You followed him in curiosity and the sight you found was no one to disappoint.
Hercules has an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing at the lowest volume and he was fully consumed.
You tiptoed silently down the wooden staircase holding a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing shallow. The light from the TV screen flashed in the dim lit room. You peeked out around the corner of the wall taking in the sight before you. Hopping out from behind the wall you shot your hand out at your boyfriend and hollered in delight, “Ha! I knew it, you do love it!” Hercules jumped a mile high, his bowl of popcorn spilling out as he did so. His eyes flickered from the screen, to you, to the screen, then back to you again. Shooting his hands up surrender, Herc quickly snatched the remote from the cushion turning the show off instantly. “Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like. I just- I wanted to see… fine you caught me. Don’t you dare tell Alex.” “Nope, too late.” A new voice appeared from the bottom of the stairs where a smug looking Alex stood. His hands were folded across his chest with his weight staggered to one hip. The cocky demeanor was shinning as bright as a new lightbulb. The introduction of another voice, or two, followed shortly after. “Damn Hercules, they got you too.” John commented sleepily. His messy locks curled around his face perfectly as his eyes batted heavily. You and Alex chuckled joining Hercules on the couch. Both of you were waiting for Monday to watch it together but what better time than the present. Alex snuggled into Hercule’s side humming at the man’s hand falling around his frame. You reached forward locking your hand with Alexander’s and rested your head on his shoulder. Laf smiled at the view and walked around the opposite end taking a seat on the floor. He turned around and faced Hercules with a side smirk, “C’mon babe I thought you were strong!” “Sorry you two! It’s just so terrible it’s addicting. Sit and watch it, just one and you’ll see what I mean.”
But above everything you all loved each other more than anything and did everything in your power to protect each other and make one another feel loved and cared for.
I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor (Newt x Ravenclaw!Reader)
**Not my gif**
Heyyyy!!!! First ilysm, second, can you do a newt x ravenclaw! reader and she is forced to tutor him for his bad subjects but they end up liking each other!! FLUFFY PLZTAHNK YOU - @just-a-bit-odd
THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I’VE WRITTEN AT 1777 WORDS AND I LOVE IT TO PIECES I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF AND I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT AS WELL
You were Y/N L/N, one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts. The top in all your classes and well-liked by your teachers and peers.
It was the end of your potions class. You neatly tucked your book and quills into your bag and were on your way out the door, but your professor stopped you.
“It appears one of my Hufflepuff students has been struggling with his work. If he fails my class, he’ll have to take it again.”
“And what do you need me for?” you questioned.
“Since you’re one of the best students, I figured you could tutor him. I’ll gladly give you some extra credit for it, though I’m sure you don’t need it.
“Lovely. Who is this boy?”
Your mind starting racing. Oh Merlin. The adorable Hufflepuff with the freckles and always smells like cinnamon but no one knows why? The one that loves nothing more than magical beasts and creatures?
You snapped out of your daze. “What? Oh–uh–yes, of course I’ll tutor him.”
“Thank you. He tends to daydream during class. Once he nearly dropped his baby bowtruckle… oh what’s its name… Stickett? Kickett? Something like that. Starting tomorrow you will meet in the library an hour before dinner,” your professor finished.
You nodded. “I won’t let you down, professor. But there is one more thing I need.”
“And what is that?”
“Could you write me a late pass?”
**Time skip to next day**
Your potions books were neatly stacked in your arms as you quickly made your way to the library. You were very eager to see Newt, even though you were pretty sure he had never heard of you.
You are not going to make a fool out of yourself, Y/N! You thought to yourself.
You kicked open the library door since you were holding books, which earned you a lovely “SHH!” and a stern glare from Madam Pince. You flinched and mouthed a quick “sorry” and walked behind a bookshelf out of her sight to the table where you saw Newt sitting. He appeared to be talking quietly to a tiny, green stick-like creature.
You set your books down, causing him to rapidly look up and the creature to scramble and bury himself in Newt’s breast pocket.
“O-oh, hello. I didn’t see you there,” Newt said.
You smiled. “I’m sorry I startled you and your… uh… pet?”
Newt cocked his head and then realized what you were talking about. “Oh! That’s Pickett, my bowtruckle. He has some attachment issues.” Pickett popped his head out of Newt’s pocket at the sound of his name.
“He’s quite adorable,” you replied, observing the bowtruckle.
The little bowtruckle made a tiny squeaking noise as to say “thank you.”
Newt smiled in the cutest, dorkiest way possible. No one had ever complimented his creatures before. “He likes you.”
“I would hope so,” you said. “Now let’s get started on your studies, Newt.”
Newt all of a sudden flushed a deep shade of red. “Uh… what if I told you I didn’t know your name…?”
You chuckled. “No need to be embarrassed. It’s Y/N L/N.”
“That’s very pretty…,” he whispered under his breath thinking you couldn’t hear him.
“What? Did you say my name is pretty?”
Newt’s eyes got unbelievably large and his cheeks unbelievably pink. “What? Oh–uh–no! I mean it is–but–!”
You cut him off with a giggle. “It’s fine! Don’t beat yourself up.”
Newt looked utterly relieved.
“So, shall we begin?”
You spent the next hour going over potion basics with Newt.
“Okay. How long does it take to brew polyjuice potion?”
Newt knit his eyebrows. “Isn’t it… ten minutes to twelve hours?” Newt answered
“Well… you’re close. That’s how long the effects last. To brew the actual potion takes one month,” you corrected in a kind tone.
“Sorry… potions has never been my best subject.”
“Don’t apologize. Care of magical creatures has never been my best subject,” you said, trying to make him feel better. “But I need to know this in order to help you learn. Do you really just not understand potions at all or do you just not pay attention?”
Newt thought for a moment and then turned a light shade of crimson. “I guess a bit of both…?”
Hearing this, Pickett popped out of his pocket and whacked Newt’s face with his slim, green twig-like arm before ducking back down.
“Newt.” You spoke in a stern tone.
He sighed. “Fine! I don’t pay attention… it’s not interesting to me.”
You nodded. “I understand, but it’s important if you want to pass your N.E.W.T.S. and graduate. It’d be kind of sad if you fail a test that literally has your name in it. But that’s why I’m here, to make sure you ace it.” You glanced at the dusty old clock on the wall. It was time for dinner. “Well, we ought to get going to the Great Hall. Same time tomorrow?”
Newt nodded. “Yes. Thank you, Y/N. For tutoring an idiot like me.”
“Newt! Don’t say that to yourself. By the time N.E.W.T.S. roll around, you’ll be a pro with potions.”
You closed your books, picked them up, and went on your way to the Great Hall.
Newt stayed seated, thinking. When the professor told me I was being assigned a tutor, I didn’t expect it to be the lovely Ravenclaw girl that sits in front of me in Charms. I wonder if she sees me the same way… Oh, Newton, what are you thinking? This is just charity work.
The same time for the next two weeks, you met Newt in the library to read from your books and quiz Newt’s knowledge on potions. But today you wanted more hands-on with potions. You asked your professor if you could use the potions for what was next in your book: amortentia. Your professor trusted you and granted you permission as long as you or Newt didn’t drink it and got rid of the extremely powerful love potion straight after. Of course you accepted the rules; you would never use a potion to win someone’s heart. You would hate knowing that someone loved you only because you drugged them.
The professor informed Newt of this location change during his class.
You were patiently waiting in the potions room alone, standing beside a cauldron. Originally you were going to get there early and have all the ingredients laying out and ready to be used, but you decided to leave that to Newt. After all, he had to learn somehow.
After five minutes, Newt came stumbling through the door, panting.
“S-so sorry I’m late,” he panted. “There was a–uh–incident, in the forest.”
You chuckled at how cute he looked. “No worries. Anywho, today I’ll be teaching you about amortentia. You know what that is, right?”
He nodded. “An extremely powerful love potion.”
You smiled. “Correct. Are you familiar with the ingredients?”
“Uh… I think I know two. Ashwinder eggs and… peppermint?”
“You’re right.” Newt grinned when he heard this. “The others are rose thorns, powdered moonstone, and a pearl dust. Now, would you please get them from the shelves?”
Being a wizard and all, Newt whipped out his wand and accio-ed all the ingredients to him which he then placed on the table in a neat, orderly line.
You clapped your hands together. “Wonderful!” You grabbed one of your potions books and flipped the amortentia page and lay it out for Newt to see. “I’m not going to help you brew it.”
Newt’s face dropped a bit.
“However, I will let you know if you’re doing something wrong that could result in the deaths of both of us. Got it?”
“Y-yes,” Newt answered, tad worried.
“Then go ahead get started.”
Surprisingly (but not so surprisingly since you’re the best tutor ever), Newt did everything right. The amount of each ingredient was correct, and he stirred them in the correct way, counterclockwise. Once he was finished, the potion was shiny and steam lifted in a spiral shape.
Newt set the ladle down. “Did I do it right?”
You nodded and smiled. “Perfectly!” You leaned over the cauldron and inhales it’s scent. “Hmm… F/S, F/S, and… huh… I can’t make out that last one… What does it smell like to you?”
Newt sniffed the potion. “Clean wool, cocoa… and…,” His eyes got large.
You looked at Newt with concern. “Is something wrong? What is it?”
Newt turned his gaze to the floor. “Your hair…,” he whispered, nearly inaudible.
You blushed. “It smells like my hair?” you said quietly. Your mind was racing. MERLIN I’m something he loves!!!
“Yes…” Newt replied just as quiet as last time.
You gently put a finger under his chin and tilted it up to look you in the eyes. “That’s okay… because my third smell was your hair.”
Newt blushed immensely. Pickett suddenly appeared out of his pocket and squeaked.
What happened next was something you’d never thought Newt Scamander would do in a million years.
Newt quickly leaned in and kissed you. It only lasted a second before he pulled away to
look at you in complete silence. But then you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss, this one longer and full of passion. Newt’s hands feebly found there way to your waist (aw he’s such a cute muffin) while yours tangled themselves in his light brown curls.
When you had to pull away for air, you were all smiles.
“Y/N, you probably already realized this but… I love you,” Newt said.
“You should have seen me when I was told I was going to get to tutor you… I love you too, Newt.”
Pickett popped out again and made a mad squeaking noise.
You giggled. “You too, Pickett.”
Newt looked at the clock. “We’re five minutes late for dinner, we should get going. I assume tomorrow’s session will be more… interesting?”
You raised your eyebrows and laughed. “Wow, Newt. And I thought you were innocent! You go ahead to the Great Hall, I need to get rid of this amortentia.”
Instead of walking out the door, Newt came around behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head. “I’m not leaving without you.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet.”
“And the Slytherins said I could never get a girlfriend,” he said and kissed your head.
You leaned back into his embrace.“Well, we’ll show them, won’t we?”
“Am I allowed to carry you to the Great Hall?”
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It’s not that the question has been bugging him, per se.
It’s more like…. more like…
Well it’s more like the question had been driving him up the fucking wall. And it’s not like it matters- at all. But Isak should know things about Even and Even should knows things about Isak. They should know each other. Because Isak is like 99.78% sure that Even and Isak are a forever thing.
“Can I ask you a question?” Isak is sitting on the counter of their kitchen as Even meticulously scrambles eggs and tosses toast in the oven.
Even hums, throwing pinches of salt in the pan as the eggs started to form, “Yeah, ‘course.”
“Am I like…” Isak thinks of how to phrase it because he’s come to learn that shit doesn’t always come out of his mouth in the most elegant of fashion. He struggles for a hot second, before remembering that this is Even- who knows his lack of censor, “So like am I your first guy?”
Even throws pepper into the egg mixture.
Isak shifts uneasily, “Even?”
He takes the eggs off the heat and dumps them on to a plate. When there was no more to do, Even moved to stand in between Isak’s legs, “What brought this on?”
“Just curious.” Isak leans forward to brush bits of hair away from Even’s face, “It’s not like it’s super important… I was only wondering.”
Even stares at him for a minutes. probably debating his answer or whatever, “There was one other boy I was interested in. Before I met you. It didn’t end well. Or- like, it never really began? He didn’t…”
#relatable, Isak thinks, and then “Gotcha.”
“I’m glad it didn’t.” Even smiles, backing away from Isak and grabbing the plate of eggs, “Because now I have you and I wouldn’t give you up for anyone.”
“What about you? Even continues, setting the table, “I was the first boy you were interested in, right?”
“Umm,” Fuck his pitch is a little too high to be normal, “Well…”
Even glances back at him with raised eyebrows, “Wait really? I wasn’t?”
“Huh,” Even slides a hand through his hair, like he can’t decide on being amused or put out, “Do I know him?”
Even narrows his eyes, “Who?”
“Jo…nas?” Isak looked around, “Maybe.”
“Jonas?” Even blinked, “Like Jonas, Jonas? Oh fuck me.”
“I’d love to,” Isak said brightly, turning around and heading for the hallway, “We just gotta-”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Even’s arms come around Isak’s waist, “Jonas Noah Vasquez, huh? Curly haired bastard.”
Isak snorts, “You adore Jonas.”
“Yeah,” Even sniffs into his hair, “He is pretty cool.”
Isak tries to hide a smile, “…and hot… very hot.”
The arms tighten and before he knows it, Even is marching him to bed, “I’ll show you very hot.”
As soon as the clock turned 12, Jimin was all over you. He pulled you into his arms and didn’t let go, wishing you a happy birthday and continued talking about how thankful he is for you.
“Jimin…” You whine, trying to pull away from his grasp. He ignored you and started bouncing the leg you were sitting on.
“Yah, listen to me.” He sighed and squeezed onto your hips. He definitely caught your full attention as soon as he started moving his leg.
You looked at him as he was biting his lip. You really had no idea that Jimin was just talking about treating you with birthday sex and taking you out for dinner later.
He stopped his leg and leaned in for a kiss, as soon as your lips touched you let out a soft moan. No matter how many times you kissed, the feeling of his lips never got old. They were so soft and plump, he looked so submissive when they were red and swollen and he was slightly panting. But this was about you tonight and Jimin was going to make sure you knew that even though it was your birthday, he was still in charge and was gonna treat you tonight.
As the kiss deepened, his hands went to your shirt and unbuttoned it, revealing your dark lace bra. He pulled away and smirked as you removed your shirt, “Mm.. such a good girl. Even on your birthday. Don’t you think you deserve a treat today?”
He pulled you onto his lap and leaned forward and latched his lips onto your neck, sucking on the soft skin, leaving trails of his mark behind. You started grinding into him, trying to relieve some of the tension and get some kind of action going. As Jimin bit down onto the skin, you let out a small moan and moved slightly faster while grinding on him.
He’s always been confident while with you, you always let him know how good he is and it just boosts his ego. He pulled away and admired his work, his hands trailed to your hips and he held onto while you slightly pleasured you both on his lap. You unhooked your bra and threw it onto the floor, “Jimin… I need you.”
He picked you up and moved you to your bed. You laid back and he quickly got to pulling off your shorts and panties. He spread your legs open and slowly ran a finger over your entrance, you wetness slid out onto his finger, coating him already and he hadn’t even done anything yet.
His thumb slowly stroked your clit, “(Y/N), can you do what you did last time?”
You quickly nodded, needing Jimin to touch you in any way possible, to give you some relief.
He slid one finger into your opening and pushed it deep before curling it inside of you. You whimpered and pushed against his finger, making it go even deeper. Jimin curled it a few times before pulling it out, only to push another finger in. You prepared yourself as he slowly curled his fingers, getting you ready for the harsh, but amazing, fingering he was about to give you. He raised his eyebrows, asking if he was okay to go and you nodded.
He quickly curled his two fingers causing you to moan loudly. He used some strength and pounded you with his fingers. He pushed them in as deep as he could and curled them as fast as he could, right against that spot that always gets you going.
“Oh fuck! Jimin!” You cried as he quickly pulled his fingers out of you, a trail of your liquids following suit.
“There you go, baby!” He praised, watching as you squirted all over the sheets. He didn’t even mind the mess and pushed his fingers in again, curling then hard and fast. He kept this going longer this time and before he even pulled out his fingers, you squirted uncontrollably.
You whined as you felt the wetness soaking the sheets underneath you. The sensation was warm and you could feel Jimin was trying to move his fingers faster. As he finally pulled them out, you squirted more, and it landed on his shirt, soaking it in the process.
“Such a good girl.” He moaned out as he ran his fingers over your clit. You shivered and pulled on his hair.
“Jimin, your mouth… Please..!” You begged, spreading your legs open wide for him to see.
Without any warning he leans down and latches his plump lips onto your clit. You moan loudly and pull on his hair as he quickly licks your clit. Jimin was so skilled with his mouth and it was impossible to last for long. His arms hooked underneath your thighs and pulled you even closer to his mouth. He sucked harshly on your clit, and that had you coming in less than a minute.
He groaned against you, the vibrations making you even more sensitive as he licked up your cum. Even after that orgasm, he didn’t stop and kept licking from your entrance to your clit, not able to get enough of your taste.
“J-Jimin! Stop!” You whimper, trying to push him away with your shaky hands. He holds your legs in place as he continues to quickly lick over your clit. Your hands grab onto his black hair to try to steady yourself.
“Ah! Fuck!” You yelp and try to calm yourself as you felt the slight tingling sensation in the bottom of your stomach before releasing from his mouth again. He sucked on your clit and shook his head from left to right, causing you to jerk your hips up and for your eyes to water.
“Please Jimin… I can’t..!” You beg and he finally stops his abuse on your poor clit after sucking up all of your sweet cum.
“You taste so good baby, but i cant wait to see what we taste like together. You ready for my cock?” He asks while quickly undressing himself, giving you a moment to come down from your high.
“Yes.. Just please.. Hurry up!” You whine and quickly help him line himself up with your entrance. Your hands go to his back and pull him to you so he pushes into you. Your faces twist with pleasure as your walls clench around him, enveloping his cock in the wet warmness of your pussy.
“Shit (Y/N). Always so tight for my cock.” He grunts as he starts thrusting into you at a good pace. His skin slightly brushed against your clit everytime he thrust and you were getting close again.
“You like that (Y/N)?” He asks right after one particularly hard thrust.
“Yes! Yes! Please Jimin, don’t stop!” You beg and he smirks while pounding into you. Your walls clench before you let go.
Your walls clenched and released around him and your nails dragged down his back. Before you could even come down from your high, Jimin flipped you around and started thrusting into you from behind. The overstimulation made it hard to keep yourself up so he pulled you up by your hair. Your back was pressed against his chest and his hand was gripping your throat.
“You like that baby? When I fuck your little pussy and choke you? Huh?” He growls, slightly squeezing harder as he got closer to his high.
“Yes Jimin, I love it,” you choke out the words as your air was getting cut off. It added to the pleasure and rushed your body to reach its next orgasm. Jimin thrust one last time before releasing his hot seed into your throbbing pussy. You cried out as you tightened around him again, legs shaking from the intense orgasm. He let go of your throat and you gasped for air.
He slowly pulled out of you and collapsed onto the bed, “Holy shit babygirl. You okay?” He looked over at you laying on the side of him catching your breath.
You nodded and rolled over onto his chest, “My fucking legs Park Jimin. They’re sore as fuck.”
He laughed and played with some of your hair, admiring you in the process. “You were the one who said you wanted to fuck for your birthday.”
You pouted but leaned up and softly kissed him on the lips, “Thank you baby. That’s the best fuck we’ve ever had.”
He smiled and moved his hands down to your ass and softly squeezed, before rubbing it. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“So we should prob-” You were cut off as Jimin’s hand harshly slapped your ass. He smirked as you yelped and quickly sat up.
“You’re always supposed to get your ass slapped on your birthday,” he said with a smug look on his face.
“No, not in my world.”
He laughed and pulled you back down and held you down with his left hand while his right hand rubbed your ass slowly.
“21 more to go.” He said, while his hand came down again, making you cry out in pain and pleasure.
I wrote this before but I couldn’t find it so here you go. x
148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”
In your white t-shirt that had “We Think Harry Has The XFactor” Along with Xfactor’s logo, you stood backstage as Anne gave Harry a kiss on his cheek before he turned to you.
You breathed nervously, cupping his face with your hands, “I’m so proud of you. No matter what they say, you’re incredible, yeah? Break a leg, Haz.” And you kissed your best friend’s cheek as he gave you a grin and a nod before walking on stage.
You were sure you were almost nails-less during the time of his singing as you bit your nails, your nerves all around the place as you stood beside Gemma, looking at him through the screen as he sang Isn’t She Lovely; a lullaby you both always sang to each other whenever one of you couldn’t sleep.
You frowned at Louis’ remark. He was 16 and auditioning, what kind of experience should he have if he’s auditioning for a singing show, freaking idiot?
“Someone in the audience just said rubbish and I totally agree with them.” Simon said, making you grin and clap before interlocking your fingers under your chin.
When it came to the voting, you almost threw up from how nervous you were. “I’m going to have to say no.” Louis said, making you frown and boo him under your breath.
“I like you Harry, I’m going to have to say yes.” Nicole said, making you cheer as your eyes got tearful.
“You’ll be happy to hear I’m going agree with Nicole-” You didn’t hear anything else as you were engulfed in a hug by Anne and Gemma as you and Harry’s family and friend cheered.
You heard Harry say thank you before he walked towards you, hugged by his family and patted on his back. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your head in his neck as he hugged you back as tight. “I’m so happy, oh my God, Haz.” You cried.
“Awh, don’t cry.” He wiped your tears. “You’re too lovely for that.” He grinned.
Later that night, in the hotel where you were all staying, you and Harry sat in your hotel room, making scenarios of a famous Harry Styles.
“And you’d be singing on the stage and all the girls would be crying and fainting because you’re you and the crowd goes woo!” You jumped on the bed before throwing yourself on the bed on your back, looking at Harry who sat propped on his elbow, his cheek resting on his palm as he looked at you with a smile.
“Will you be there?” He asked.
“I’ll be there.” You answered, closing your eyes and curling your body in a ball, the day’s exhaustion kicking in. In a matter of minutes, you were asleep.
“I hope you will.” Harry whispered before hovering his lips on yours gently, giving you a very gentle and light kiss.
You sat between Harry’s legs, his fingers working on your hair as he braided it while you sat in Niall’s dressing room with the boys, all laughing.
You laughed at Liam’s costume that had had to wear for the Best Song Ever music video. “Hair tie.” Harry said and you held your hand for him with the hair tie which he took and tied around your braid. “There we go. It looks great.”
“Really? Take a picture.” You straightened your back as you heard his phone’s camera go off and he gave you the phone for you to inspect. “I love it, thanks Haz” You turned and smiled at him before turning to see everyone leaving the room to God knows where. You turned back to Harry, “You know, I really like the whole Marcel look on you.”
“Oh, do you? Too bad you’re stuck with lame ol’ Harry, huh?” He gave you a toothy grin.
You playfully scoffed, “Don’t remind me.”
“Really now?” His fingers started tickling you, making you squirm.
“Harry! Harry, stop!” You laughed, struggling to get up but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.
You began to gain your breath before resting your back on Harry’s chest and letting a sight leave your mouth before closing your eyes.
Harry, feeling your breath grow heavier, he leaned his head forward to look at you, smiling when he saw that you had slept. You were very energetic the whole day, it was bound to tire you.
Being best friends with you, Harry was ecstatic that he had someone like you in his life but he wasn’t happy that you were oblivious to his feelings and that it was impossible for you to return his feelings.
He was there when you had your first kiss, having to listen to you go over and over about how lovely it was and how cute the guy was. He was there when you had your first heartbreak and he had to restrain himself from murdering the guy who had caused the girl he loves all that pain, having to wipe your tears and hold you in his arms as you sobbed. He was there when you aced your GSCE’s, celebrating both of your grades together. He was always there for you and you were always there for him. After all, it was you who convinced him to audition.
“Just tell her.” Louis said once he entered the room, looking at your sleeping figure and Harry’s smiling one.
Harry shook his head and sighed, “You don’t understand.” He whispered in order not to wake you.
“It’s not rocket science, mate. You love the girl, she loves you, you both are too shy and scared to admit it.” Louis said.
“Can you keep it down?” Harry whispered.
“You’ll have to wake her up anyway, we’re going back to the hotel, Romeo.” Louis smirked.
Harry sighed and nodded, watching Louis walk out of the room. Miraculously, he managed to stand up from behind you, with you still asleep as he put your head gently on the pillow and kneeled beside you. His hand found your hair, gently stroking it as he looked at you. He sighed, closing his eyes, “I love you. So much.” He whispered, “What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself.
He leaned down, gently pecking your lips for a second before standing up and beginning to wake you up.
“I can’t believe you got the role!” You squealed. “My best friend is a movie star!” You screamed out in Harry’s LA house as you held his hand and twirled yourself.
Harry grinned as he watched you twirl, “I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”
“Did you expect it? I had Jeff help me out with booking the ticket and all that.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his torso.
“I honestly didn’t, love. I was very surprised. Actually, I’m still surprised.” He smiled down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“How do you want us to celebrating you landing the role, Haz? Come on, name anything, we’ll do it.” You smiled up at him, a happy glint in your eyes.
“Can we stay in tonight? Celebrate and go out tomorrow? I’m very tired from all the writing and recording and all the meetings and I need a movie night with a cuddle on the side, please.” He raised his eyebrows, his dimple showing as he smiled.
“Whatever the movie star wants. You pick the movie, I’ll order the pizza.” You demanded with a smile.
“What would I do without you?”
“Probably still be working in the bakery. Barbara misses you by the way. Give me your phone, I don’t know the pizza place’s number.” You opened your palm.
“I miss that cheeky woman, too. Send her my greetings when you see her again.” He said as he gave you his phone and dialing the pizza place’s number.
“I love your hair, by the way. You look handsome.” You smiled with a blush before leaving the room with his phone pressed to your ear as you began ordering.
Harry grinned, his cheeks turning crimson red as his hand touched his hair.
You both sat on Harry’s bed, your head on his shoulder and his head leaning on yours with the pizza box on your lap and in your third movie of the night. Harry insisted you watch When Harry Met Sally because it was his favorite and “It was his night, my wish is your command, love.” Was what he said.
Your eyes were droopy, your 11 hours flight’s exhaustion kicking in as you cuddled more to Harry. 15 minutes later, light snores were escaping your lips.
“Oh, I love this pa-” Harry stopped when he heard your snores, looking down at you and chuckling when he saw you sleeping, “Of course.” He took the pizza box from your lap and put it on the bedside table before putting his arm around your waist and lying you down gently on the bed.
He looked down at you, “This is the part where I kiss you, you know? You just don’t know.” He muttered under his breath before pecking your lips gently and snuggling close to you. “Goodnight, beautiful.
Your red long silky dress showed off your body, your hair in waves and your skin glowing. To say that you were feeling yourself would be an understatement. The highlighter was really popping. You walked down Harry’s house in London, knowing Anne and him were waiting for you downstairs.
Harry had asked you, alongside his mother, to be his date for Dunkirk’s premiere. He was nervous but it felt natural and of course, you agreed.
You were met with Anne who gasped and put a hand to her heart and nudged Harry whose back was facing you. He looked at her confusingly to which she nodded her head towards you, making hm turn to look at you.
Harry’s jaw dropped, if it was a cartoon, he would definitely have hearts popping out of his eyes. His heart began racing, his palms getting sweaty as he stared at you.
You took slow approaches towards him and Anne and smiled shyly, “What?”
“You look absolutely divine, dear.” Anne smiled at you.
“You look wonderful, Anne.” You said, looking at her black dress.
“Thank you, dear. I’m going to wait for you in the limo. Harry, close your mouth, honey.” Anne chuckled before walking out the door.
You looked at Harry, chuckling, “Are you going to talk or not?” You asked, moving closer to him and putting your hands on his chest, feeling his racing heart against your palm, making you blush and raise your eyebrows, “Your heart is beating really fast.”
“How can it not?” He whispered, not trusting his voice as he took you all in.
“You look handsome.” You said in a low voice, staring at his green eyes.
“You look-You look unbelievable. I ca-”
“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You said quietly, your eyes not leaving his.
Harry’s eyes went wide, “Wh-What?”
“I asked, why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You repeated, leaning in till your lips was hovering over his, brushing against his.
“You-” Harry swallowed, his eyes looking at yours nervously, “You know?”
“It’s hard not to feel a kiss, love.” You chuckled. “Do you not want me awake when you kiss me?”
Before you could say anything, Harry’s lips were on yours, his hands cupping your head as he poured his feelings into the kiss. You closed your eyes in delight, kissing back as passionately.
You both pulled away, you pecking his lips one more time, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” You admitted, chuckling.
Harry grinned, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead on yours, “Can I say it?”
“I love you.” He said with a grin.
“I love you.” You repeated before your lips were on his one more time.
Needless to say, the fans were quick to notice from the pictures of the premiere, both of your loving stolen glances, your interlocked fingers and were fangirling over a lips peck you shared in the background of a picture of Fionn, quick to tweet about how the ship finally sailing.
- leaving sweet love notes such as “good morning handsome”, “I love you just the way that you are”, “you are NOT a monster”, “I love you” on the fridge, the TV remote or even his nightstand
- him watching you sleep and thinking of how lucky he is to have you
- you doing the same
- comforting him whevener he has nightmares or feels bad about himself
- possessive Bucky
- jealous Bucky
- Whenever he sees you talking with another guy, he stays calm at first and stays focused on whatever he was doing at that moment. But as soon as he considers that the guy thinks he has his chances with you, he shows up next to you, places an arm around your waist, kisses your cheek and says something like “Doll, who’s that man you’re talking too, huh ?”
- “(Y/N) no” “(Y/N) yes”
- him asking you to put his hair in a man bun before going on a mission
- both worshipping each other’s body
- sometimes asking to be the big spoon because you love the way Bucky circles your body with his arms and rests his head on your chest as you run your hands through his hair
- saying “I love you’s” multiple times through the day
- always making the other smile
- always complimenting the other and reminding him how beautiful he is
- rough sex, make up sex, gentle sex
- taking pictures of him so you can look at them while he’s away
- teaching him how to use new technologies
- him not wanting you to leave the bed in the morning
- “But… doll. Stay in bed with me for a little longer. Work can wait.” he says with his morning voice.
- HIS MORNING VOICE DAMMIT
- loving the other like crazy
- you’re basically #couplegoals
- stealing his shirts
- constantly touching the other
- lots, and I mean lots of cuddles
- him getting shy and blushes when you kiss his cheek in public but he’s always asking for attention and affection at home
- him opening up to you and understanding that you’ll never judge him for anything
- him reaching out for your hands when you’re outside, or even when he wants to have you close to him because it makes him feel safer
- you resting on his metal arm during summer nights because it’s cold
- him calling you at random times, forgetting what he wanted to tell you then appologizing and telling you he loves you
- you tracing the scar that separates his flesh from his metal arm before bed as he closes his eyes
- you being best friends with Sam and Steve
- reminding him several times that he doesn’t have to be jealous because you’re all his
- “You’re my mission tonight.” he says playfully before kissing your neck.
- him thinking that you’re an angel that needs to be protected at all costs
- him texting you tons of emojis that make no sense but you don’t complain because he thinks that that’s cute and it makes him happy
- morning sex
- showering together which leads to quickies
- you creating a playlist of musics that reminds him of you so he can listen to them when he’s away
- letting him touch and braid your hair when he anxious
- massaging his muscular back when he comes back from a mission
- going withhim to buy plums and groceries shopping
- old couples thinking that you’re adorable together
- him tightening his embrace around your waist whenever you move a little during the night because he’s afraid that you might leave him one day which leads to you caressing his hand and whisper “I’m not going anywhere, baby. Never.”
- him snuggling his face in your neck and hugging you by behind when you’re cooking
-as you’d shyly confess your little secret to him, he’d run his hand in your hair before grabbing a fistful; giving it a delicious tug-
*smirks* “You’re lucky you have a kinky best friend, who just so happens to wanna fuck your brains out.” *giggles as he lets go* “Only if you want to of course.~”
-tilts his head as your little kink rises some interest in him-
“So you just wanna be hurt, essentially right?” “Because wouldn’t pulling your hair hurt you?”
You; *shy as heck* “No it feels really, really good..”
“Would it be weird if I wanted to do that to you, then? I kind of want to try it.”
-would immediately be turned on by the idea of doing that to a girl, especially if that girl were you-
*grabs your hand and pulls you to his bedroom*
You; “What are you doing?”
*turns back and smirks* “Gonna give you what you want, babygirl.”
-becomes somewhat at the mention of kinks, but immediately as soon as he finds out you two have one in common-
“You like getting your hair pulled?” *raises his brow at you as he scoots closer to you* “You know, if you ever need someone to help satisfy your little kink, I’ll be more than happy to help.”
-you two would be talking about random stuff when kinks and sex would slowly become part of y’all’s conversation, causing you to confess about your little secret-
*acts shocked at first to hide the fact that he’s into it* “Hair pulling really?” *immediately gets curious about other things you’re into* “What else do you like? I’m curious because you act so innocent, it’s sort of hot to think about what else you’d be into.” *smugly giggles as you playfully punch his arm*
-the two of you would be laying together, asking random questions when he’d suddenly ask about your kinks-
You; “I kind of really like getting my hair pulled during foreplay and sex.”
*his eyes widen slightly as he turns to face you, placing his hand on your hip* “That’s actually super hot..” “I know we’re friends and stuff, but I’d love to do that to you..”
-you two would just be chilling like always when the topic of sex randomly would come up-
“So what kinds of things are you into, y/n? We’ve been friends for like years and we’ve never talked about this before.” *both of you would giggle as you shyly admitted to your little hair pulling kink* “You must really like being roughed up, huh?” *you’d shyly nod as he scooted closer to you, then whispered* “I’d do a lot more than just pull your hair if you’d let me.”
hi love! i think that depends on how tall ryoma is! cause takumi is at ryoma’s shoulder, so if ryoma is 6′0 then i’m thinking takumi will be around 5′2! how tiny, he’s even shorter than me! thanks for the question, sweet anon!
okay y’all time to look into this Code Geass R3 trailer
first thing we see is:
and it looks melted? but then the next time we see the Zero mask is:
and it must be Suzaku because who else can make those jumps? but I’ll get into Suzaku in a sec.
then we see this:
that tipped cart does look like the one C.C. was riding on at the end of R2 and it’s hard to see in this picture but when i was watching it, it kind of looks like the person riding in front has green hair? but again, hard to tell.
anyway, let’s keep going. we see this badass knightmare:
can this be Zero’s new knightmare? I just like the idea of Suzaku continuing to pilot knightmares and just destroying everyone
Jeremiah is standing in a pool with flamingos with it looks like Anya by his side when:
so something about those flamingos isn’t right, huh?
then we see her, my goddess, my queen
i love her.
AND NOW!!! the part that intrigued me the most!!!
we see this:
looks like either a track or a guard railing, and something is obviously coming down it
Suzaku, of course! riding ON TOP of something. what this is has confused me. at first I thought it was the cockpit of a knightmare that was crashing, but I don’t know how Suzaku would get outside of an ejected knightmare seat.
so i’m not really sure. it looks like it could be riding on the track? but again, not sure. all we know is that it was going way too fast and crashed and Suzaku was riding on top of it for some reason. oh, let’s also notice all those orange trees around him. was he going to see Anya and Jeremiah?
BUT THOSE AREN’T EVEN THE BIGGEST QUESTIONS I HAVE ABOUT THIS SEEN. MY BIGGEST QUESTION IS WHY
HIS KNIGHT OF SEVEN UNIFORM??
Suzaku can’t even go outside without wearing the Zero outfit/mask because he’s presumed dead. no one can see his face. but here he is, defying death and being all Suzaku-like, not just without the mask but in his knight of seven uniform. but we already saw him in the Zero outfit earlier in the trailer!!!!
i love him so much. look at him. how do you not love that face. i just want him to be happy.
anyway. then we see:
Lelouch! and then it is over. but according to this, Lelouch has his geass, which means he can’t also have a code to make him immortal, too. are these flashbacks? did they go back in time somehow? i just really need a release date on this season so i can mentally prepare myself for all of this.
Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.
hi mom i love your work so much!! and also can i request enemies to lovers with our precious red haired mark tuan?
to celebrate their come back!! and mark’s cute hair!!
mark tuan,,,,,becomes a problem in your life because of one reason and one reason only
he thinks he’s jackson’s bestfriend
which is NOT the case,,,,,not since you spent your childhood with jackson. making fun of each other’s nicknames, scouring the streets for vendors who will give you free food, playing old arcade games, cheering jackson on in his first fencing competitions
you had been there through it all - just the way a best friend would
and just because jackson was now an idol, with more than enough friends in korea, didn’t mean you still weren’t number one
even when they weren’t allowed to use phones, jackson hand wrote you letters - you were best friends till the end and he was going to debut to make his family proud but also to make you proud
so, finally after all four years of got7 doing well, you were visiting and seeing jackson for the first time in korea
and it was all going swell till you met mark,,,,,,,,,,,
and it was fine with got7, jaebum seemed more like an older brother - mature and serious, yugyeom and bambam like younger brothers - always looking to jackson for advice and laughs, youngjae was close but not too close, jinyoung seemed to be important to jackson and that was ok because it wasn’t like mark,,,,,,,,,,,
whose inside jokes resembled you and jacksons, who had no barrier when it came to closeness and who knew secrets about jackson that you thought only you knew,,,,,,,
you weren’t sure what irked you so much,,,,,,people could have more than one best friend,,,,,,you were happy jackson had a loving group of friends,,,,,,but mark freaking tuan
who jokingly sat beside you at the table when you all went out to eat and when you introduced yourself as jackson’s best friend went “so am i, and the rest of the world!”
you knew he was just being silly, jackson even assured you of this
but you weren’t going to lie - the idea of losing jackson stung a lot
it was your paranoia eating at you, the fear of being left by the person you considered closest - so you were taking it out on mark
cold shoulder, blank stares, all that jazz - but mark didn’t seem to take a hint
he smiled at you when you walked into a room, shrugged at your cold shoulders and told jackson he thought you were being ‘cute’
he was mocking you - you were sure - it made you dislike him more
until jackson finally broke and told you, as you two took a walk by the dorms
“you know he isn’t making fun of you.”
you knew who, you just didn’t want to say it
“mark. he actually really likes you, and im not even talking in a friend way”
your head almost snapped off your neck when you turned to jackson
jackson sighs, stopping to lean against a wall you narrow your eyes and wait for him to explain
“i hate being in the middle of these thing-”
“jackson ive known you for like eighteen years, i know you love being in the middle of things.”
a hint of a smile creeps up on his face
“you’re right, i do. but basically mark has liked you since i told him about you. like the guys not very straightforward or talkative, but he isn’t subtle. he literally asked me if you were single the day your flight landed.”
you stare at jackson, eyes wide and mouth open in shock
jackson laughs and goes “im not even joking, since day one he’s been trying to flirt. why do you hate him so much? i mean ,,,,,”
you feel a shiver down your spine,,,,you didn’t want to tell jackson about these dumb feelings you’ve been having
“i just,,,,,,,he ,,,,,,,,, he’s your best friend in got7,,,,,,,,and i just,,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,im your best friend too,,,,,,,,,,,”
jackson stops you with a shake of his head
“you’re BOTH my best friends. no need to be jealous, im not going to love either on of you more - you should know im not that kind of person. what did you say, eighteen years?”
you scrunch up your nose, but hearing jackson say it makes you realize maybe your thinking was slightly,,,,,,much
but also - what the hell how were you supposed to know mark was interested in you,,,,,,,,,,,,,
“i just think you should give him a chance. he’s not bad. and believe me ive roomed with him enough to know that he’s got a pretty ni-”
you turn around with your hands on your ears,,,,,,jackson really has a way of saying tOO much sometimes
but even through it, you hear him laughing as you walk away
catching up with you, jackson wraps an arm around your shoulders - and it feels like a minute like you’re kids again
the next morning you find mark sitting on the couch, he’s got a controller in his hand and he’s lazily playing some kind of game
you take a moment to look at him - he,,,,,,,,,,is cute
with bright red hair, a cute smile, and this perpetual daydreamy look in his eyes
you wonder - he’s probably a good kisser right? ,,,,,,,,
walking over you take a seat beside him and mark pauses the game, one eyebrow lifted
“,,,,,,,,are you going to play that game all afternoon?” you ask, pretending to look vaguely interested at the screen
he sits ups, “if you have something better in mind, i wont be.”
you look at him and see a small smirk, jackson was right he’s not ‘straightforward’ but not subtle at all
you like it,,,,,,,,,it’s fun
“well,,,,,,,,,let’s see if what i have in mind is something you like?” you get up and mark follows suit, you take a hold of his hand and giggle as you lead him down the hall back to his room
you pass by jackson whose coming from the shower, eyeballing you two like oh?
but mark closes the door before jackson can say anything and winks.
turning to make his way to the kitchen, jinyoung asks jackson why he looks like he’s seen a ghost
“jinyoung, don’t get me wrong. i love my best friends, but i think they’re hooking up right now.”
jinyoung drops his piece of toast to the floor like what is going on in my house right now
prompt: “Could I request an A.Ham x reader where they have a flirtationship and the hamilsquad teases them for it so they kiss to prove a point (but realize they really do love each other) and you can take it from there BUT LOTS OF FLUFF PLEASE”
You knocked on the door to the boys’ loft, smiling widely as you heard the locks click and eventually, the door swung open.
“Mon petit lion, your girlfriend is here.” Laf teased, pulling you into a hug when you walked in. You rolled your eyes, but hugged him back nonetheless, happy to see the Frenchman. “Be on your best behavior, now.”
“Which one?” Alex called back smugly as Laf closed the door behind you. You shot Alex a glare, crossing your arms and eyeing him from where you stood. He looked up from his laptop to see you still glaring at him.
Really? Your expression so clearly said. He had to hold back a laugh.
He playfully gasped and smiled when he realized you weren’t budging and could actually be very pissed off. “My favorite one is here.“ He teased, saving his work and walking toward you.
Your glare only intensified. Laf snickered as he looked between you two.
“I’m only kidding, sweetheart. You’re my only one.“
“That’s better.” You grinned, pulling him into a hug and smiling when he kissed your cheek, humming obnoxiously loud as he did so. "Okay, quick question. Why does it look like a bomb went off in here?“ You looked around their place, laughing a little.
“It was done this way to accurately represent my life.” Herc mumbled, making you laugh.
“Or because I’m the only one who bothers to clean around here,” Laf mumbled.
“Not true!” John said in defense, looking up from his little notebook. His eyes were sparkling as he laughed a little, grinning at Laf who ruffled his curly hair.
“Did you still want to go out?“ Alex asked, wrapping an arm around your waist nonchalantly. Everyone didn’t understand how you two would so easily hold hands, cuddle, and lean on one another, yet claimed you never had feelings for one another.
Which was true to an extent. You had told everyone that you were in fact not dating, but you and Alex knew the truth. You both had little crushes on one another. You’d both confessed to one another and were excited to see how this would play out. It was just amusing right now to act like a couple without that label.
“Might as well take me out, Hamilton.” You sighed with a playful smile. “I came all the way over here.” You challenged, leaning into him.
“Mm.” He grinned. “You just can’t seem to stay away, can you?”
“Guess you’ve got me.” You shrugged, feeling your cheeks redden slightly. If his smile could grow any bigger, it would have.
You were just so cute. Your banter was always something he looked forward to. To see you walk through that door made him so happy. He really did love you.
Alex let go of you for a moment to fix his hair, taking the long tresses out of his ponytail. He ran a hand through his hair and shook it out a little. He caught you staring and gave you a smile. “Like what you see?“
"Why is your hair even prettier than me?” You pouted a little.
“Nothing could be prettier than you, darling."
Lafayette snorted. Hercules let out a boo. John said “3 out of 10,” making you laugh a little.
“Cheeeeeesy, Alex.” He chuckled. “You really fall for this kind of stuff, (Y/N)?”
You stuck your tongue out at him and he gave you a wink.
You looked back at Alex, who for the time being let his hair down. He had his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight from his toes to his heels, rocking back and forth, almost amused with what he had done to you. You didn’t bother trying to hide your blush. You thought he was the handsomest man you knew. You liked his hair down better.
"No work today?” You said quickly, eyebrows raised a little.
“Didn’t say that, but I just might be able to squeeze you in.” He said, looking down at you.
"Wow, Alex, you really know how to make a girl feel special."
"Not to mention you’re a piece of work."
"Well, I’m a luxury few can afford, Alexander."
He chuckled, twinkle in his eye. "I know a good thing when I see one."
"Why aren’t you two dating?” John said, exasperated. “Kiss. Date. Fall in love. Get married. Have cute kids. Come on already.”
“Oui. What is stopping you two?” Laf asked from the kitchen, looking for something to eat.
“She’s just so perfect. I dunno.” Alex shrugged, but the little smile was still there on his lips. He was looking into your eyes, making your cheeks warm up even more. You found the courage to look back at Alex, and smiled. You found yourself getting lost in his own pretty set of eyes.
“I’m just a l-little intimidated, I guess.” He stuttered, biting his lip slightly.
You laughed a little nervously, shaking your head and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m trash. Shut up.”
“Then I guess I can pick you up and take you out, right?” He raised his eyebrows a little, a grin on his face as your expression changed before his eyes. “Eh? Eh? C’mon? That was pretty good.”
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as he leaned in, clearly proud of his clever pick up line.
“John, gimme a score.”
“Eh, 7.5.” Laurens said, and you felt yourself finally break as you laughed a little more. Alex huffed, but said he would take it. It was better than a previous 3 after all.
“I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule.” You hummed. “See this, this really cute guy just asked me out,” You went on, grinning. “Used a cute clever pick up line and I’m really thinking about going.”
“Oh yeah?” Alex raised his eyebrows, leaning in a little closer. He crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking you.
“Yeah!” You exaggerated, smiling wider.
“Well, what’s he like?”
“He’s incredibly smart. Witty. Funny. Great writer. Loves to argue with people.”
“He sounds like a great guy. Sure he’s real cute too, huh?”
“Yeah! How’d you know?”
“I probably know a guy as amazing as him.”
“Of course you know Jefferson! He’s so great.” You exaggerated. “We have a couple classes together! Do you think I should go out with him, Herc?” You looked to the other boys for help, teasing Alex further as they encouraged you to go out with him.
“Oh, you’re evil.” Alex chuckled, and ran a hand through his hair. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“Weeeeellll, he’s about a head taller,” You smirked, getting closer to Alex and looking him right in the eye. Then, you leaned in, standing on your tiptoes slightly to whisper in his ear. “And he’s a great kisser.”
Alex smirked, clenching his jaw slightly as you pulled away nonchalantly. “Is that so? Who are you comparing him too?”
“He’s in a league of his own.” You hummed, hands innocently behind your back. You knew Alex was getting annoyed at this point. You could see the fire in his eye.
“I beg to differ.” Alex said confidently. He had to be better at Jefferson in everything.
“What are you going to do?” You challenged. “How will you prove it? Are you gonna … Kiss me? I dare you.” You smirked, pretty lips curving into the slyest of smiles.
You could see in his eyes how badly he wanted to. You wouldn’t dare stop him if he did.
“You mean, y’all haven’t kissed already?” Herc scoffed from the couch. “I’m surprised at your self control."
"Just do it already.” Laf mumbled, almost bored as he leaned against the counter, chin resting in his hand. “You’re practically a couple.”
“Yep.” John piped up. “All true statements.”
“It seeems we have an audience.” You looked back up at him, shrugging nonchalantly. “So what are you gonna do, Hamilton? Hm?”
You were looking at each other, smiling so wide with flushed cheeks. The ball was in his court. If he didn’t make a move, you’d make one later. Thank goodness he did though. It wasn’t long before you felt Alex lean down and kiss you, holding you tightly by your waist and holding you close. You smiled against his lips, running your hands through his hair gently.
The other guys didn’t expect you to do it. Especially so easily.
Hercules’ eyes were huge when he looked back. Laf almost dropped the bowl of cereal in his hand. John looked right up from his notebook when he realized it was too quiet in the room. He felt his jaw drop at the sight.
Alex’s lips melted against yours, fitting perfectly. You both slowly pulled away, almost hesitant to end the sweet kiss. When you pulled back, your cheeks were red and Alex’s eyes were sparkling.
“Who’s Jefferson?” You breathed out, and Alex laughed a little as you bit your lip a little. “I’m yours.“ You smirked. Dang, he was a good kisser.
"I like the sound of that.” Alex leaned in a little closer, kissing your cheek repeatedly, making you laugh as he put his hands around your waist so you couldn’t escape. “What? What’s wrong?” He continued to kiss you, going down towards your neck as you giggled and tried to shove him off.
“A-Alex!” You managed to squirm out of his grasp, laughing a little more and straightening yourself out. You smoothed out your clothes and fixed your hair. Alex’s eyes on you didn’t help at all.
“I was, um, not expecting that.” John said, chuckling a little as he looked between the two of you.
“Me either.“ Alex said, with a little laugh, but there was no trace of regret in his voice. You joined in, laughing a little too. "Say that again, will you?"
"Say what?” You raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Oh,” You smiled, taking his hand confidently. "I’m yours."
He kissed your cheek, bringing you back into his side, making you laugh. "I could get used to this.”
“Well, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good. Because I want to do this again.”
He leaned in, giving you another kiss that pleasantly surprised you. You didn’t fight it, letting yourself sink into his embrace and pulling him closer. He dipped you slightly, hands on your waist to steady you as the boys howled around you.
“John, give me a score!” Was the first thing Alex said when you both pulled away happily.
“I think (Y/N) and I can agree that was a ten.” John smiled at you, once you had broken off the kiss from Alex. You nodded sheepishly, covering your face to hide your blush as the other guys cooed.
You gently tiptoed to kiss Alex’s cheek, and smiled in turn when his cheeks reddened slightly.
As you watched Fred use the rolling brush to paint on the white wall, you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing because of his obvious annoyance about the way the two of you weren’t allowed to use magic in summer — since it was stated in the law that wizards below seventeen weren’t allowed to use magic outside of school.
“Bloody hell, Y/N, if I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be tolerating this.” said Fred upon hearing your laughter inside the big room.
You got up from your current position, which was just below the ladder he was on, where you were doing your own painting.
“I know, Freddie.” you grinned. “Thank you again. You didn’t have to do this but you did.”
He looked at you, “It’s the least I could do for your parents who welcomed me so warmly. Also, I may or may not be doing this to get on their good side.” he winked before working on his part of the wall again.
You snorted and continued to paint.
It was the summer before your seventh year with Fred and he gladly volunteered to help when you wrote to him saying that you were about to paint a whole room by yourself as part of your household chores. Of course, your muggle family was delighted to have him over as well, the ginger haired Weasley honestly already on their good side because of his kind and funny nature.
Just as you were about to glide the brush on the clean wall, multiple of blue paint suddenly dropped on your hair, and in the next second, it seemed like half of the can of paint fell down on you.
“Fred …” you spoke in between deep breaths.
“Oh, crap, Y/N, I swear that was an accident.” he rushed down, holding the can and placing it on the ground.
When you looked at him, you could see that he was trying hard to suppress a laugh.
You slowly chuckle, “Oh, you think this is funny, huh?” you exclaimed, stepping closer only for him to step back when you did so.
Fred raised his eyebrows. “Love, don’t do it.”
“Don’t do what?” you asked innocently, a hand now on your hair as you attempt to get some paint on your fingertips.
With a playful smirk, you practically tackled him unguarded which resulted into the two of you landing on the floor. Fred groaned as he was the one under and therefore was the one who felt the impact, his hands secured on your waist while you took the chance to get some paint on his face.
Fred laughed, “Y/N, stop!” he shouted quite loudly, his grip now on your wrists to stop you from making more damage. “Damn, woman. When the Sorting Hat placed you in Gryffindor, it didn’t say to live up to its symbol and pounce like a lion.” he chuckled.
You sat up, still strangling his hips. “It’s your fault. You’re the one who poured this filthy paint on me.” you sighed, thankful that the paint used could be removed by water.
“I told you, I didn’t mean it.” he sent you a goofy smile. “Though, I’m glad it happened. I mean, look at out position right now.” Fred wiggled his eyebrows.
"Very cheeky, Weasley.“ you moved away from your position to instead sit beside him where he was still laying down with his face covered in paint.
You reached out to him again and drew a mustache above his lip, laughing.
Fred rolled his eyes, sitting up as well. "Enjoying yourself, are you?”
“I always enjoy myself when I’m with you.” you said, winking at him.
He snorted before leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly. “Can’t deny I feel the same way. You know how much I love you, right?”
“No, not really.”
Fred quirked an eyebrow, “Is that an excuse to make me kiss you again?” but he was already starting to lean in like seconds ago.
You shrugged. “Maybe.”
"Hmm,“ he was staring at your mouth,"it’s kinda working.”
You pressed your lips onto his and he hastily kissed back, a hand automatically making its way to your waist to pull you closer. You chuckled at his sudden eagerness, now running your fingers through his red hair which was now tinted with blue.
Kissing Fred always seemed to put you into another world. At that moment, everything around you was slowly fading away and the only thing that you were concentrating on was his lips and his hands. He practically drove you crazy, and he knew that he did.
He smirked, pulling away. “Someone’s coming.”
Indeed there was, and when you looked behind, your mom suddenly entered the room, her eyes widening at the sight of the two of you.
"Why the hell are you blue?“ she demanded.
Sharing a knowing glance with Fred, the both of you burst out laughing, unaware of your mom’s expression that had confusion written all over it; but it wasn’t long before she too smiled, realizing that what you had with Fred wasn’t just some fling — it was for a lifetime.