Animal + Sport ≠ Sure Thing


The big game is today, which obviously refers to the Puppy Bowl and nothing else of much interest.

Reminder to all those who missed it last year, they tried something similar at the last  Quidditch World Cup. Unfortunately “The Toad Cup” wasn’t nearly as adorable… plus the game was only about 3 minutes long. Being a seeker is a lot easier when you can catch the snitch with your tongue. 

The Joker x Reader - “Related”

Nobody knows where The Joker and the woman that is always with him came from. There are rumors on whom you might be: his sister, step sister, half-sister, girlfriend, wife…  That’s all they are: speculations , because there is no way a living soul could trace the truth; you made sure of that.

J was 7 and you were 11 when your dad and his mom got married. They were both important leaders in the New York mob, not the best parents ever but they couldn’t help it. At first you didn’t like him, but seeing he’s not going anywhere,he kind of grew on you.

 ** You hear the faint knock in the door that won’t stop.

“Sis, sis, open up please…” and you know he won’t go away even if you pretend to be asleep. You get out of bed and crack the door open just to see him standing there, looking tired.

“Can I sleep with you, please?” he rubs his eyes, yawning.

“Again?” you whisper, opening the door wider so he can come in. “You’re 7, not a little baby. Why can’t you stay in your room?”

“I don’t like to sleep alone,” he gets under the covers, turning so he can face you as you tuck him in.

You sigh, lifting up your shoulders, resigned on the fact you can’t get rid of him:

“Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

“I can’t if you’re not by me…” he sniffles.

“Go to sleep, kid, it’s 1 in the morning. Close one eye…( and you slowly close one of his eyelids)…then the other…( and you close his other eyelid)…and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister.”

He giggles and moves closer to you.

“Sis, why don’t you have blue eyes like mine?”

“Because we’re not really brother and sister, you are old enough to understand that, right? Even if we were, the chances of both of us getting blue eyes would be really slim. Why, you don’t like my green eyes?”

“I do,” he mumbles, cuddling to your body and finally winding down.

** After a few months he broke his left arm. Since your parents are ever hardly around, you kind of have to watch him. Of course he wants to sleep in your bed all the time, especially since he’s in pain and he needs someone to feel sorry for him.

“It really hurts,” he complains, tossing on pins and needles.

“I just gave you your medication, it should work soon, just have patience. Maybe this will teach you not to jump from high places…yes?” you admonish him, caressing his casted arm, trying to soothe the pain.

“When I grow up, I’ll make you Queen,” he suddenly decides after finding a comfortable spot on the pillow.

“Queen of what?” you snort, amused at his silly games.

“Queen of…everything,” he smiles, embarrassed, because he doesn’t really know what he’s talking about.

“Wow, kid, am I in luck or what?” you roll your eyes, scoffing. “Now try to rest. Close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister, OK?”

** The loud thud wakes you up and you see J all over the floor in the pale light of the fireplace.

“Dammit!” he gathers himself up and closes the window, aggravated at his own stupidity.

“What are you doing here? I want to be alone!” you start ranting, annoyed he followed you at the hideout. “And why can’t you use the door?! You have the key.”

“I like the window better,” he shivers, taking his shoes and jacket off and crawling in bed.

You let out a loud scream when he snuggles by you.

“Jesus, you’re so cold!”

“Warm me up then,” he tries to touch your hands and you kick him.

“No, you’re too cold! Go to the other side of the bed.”

“No way, I’m freezing; come on, let me warm up, you have your cozy PJ’s on,” he pleads and you decide to give in because he’s only going to get more annoying if you don’t.

“God, you’re irritating! I thought you will stay with your girlfriend,” you remind him since he ruined your solitude plans.

“I was going to but she broke up with me tonight and you know I can’t sleep alone.”

“Jeez, you’re 16, kid! You really have to get over it! That’s why you came to bother your sister?!” you kind of yell, wanting to yank the blanket of him. “Why did she break up with you, huh? What did you do this time?”

“Nothing, she said she likes someone else,” he pouts and the disappointed look on his face makes you tense.

“No way! Who would prefer another guy over a handsome dude such as yourself?” you try to cheer him up because his story rubs you the wrong way.

“Exactly my thoughts,” he takes a deep breath, starting to get comfortable. “Now I can’t sleep anyway, I’m too worked up about it.”

“Just go to sleep, close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister,” you try the old strategy and you both start laughing in the same time.

“I wonder if it still works,” he chuckles, doing as asked and you don’t say anything anymore. In 10 minutes he’s out and you slowly get up so you won’t wake him. You have a plan.

The next day he found out that his ex’s house burned to the ground while he was at the hideout.

“Thank God she wasn’t there,” he lifts his chin up, studying your reaction.

“Yes, aren’t we all grateful for that?” you talk through your clenched teeth, pretending to be preoccupied with the documents on your desk.

“Y/N, did you do that?” J bluntly asks and your short reply brings a huge smirk on his face:

“Nobody screws with my baby brother.”

** When you find out your boyfriend is cheating on you it isn’t pretty. J is 18 and you are 22. You got pretty drunk and he keeps you company all night, watching movies with you. You lean on his abs watching TV, eating chocolate cake and crying, then laughing, dropping cake on his skin and eating it, not even realizing what you’re doing, crying some more, a whole mess.

“I never had anybody eating cake from my abs, sis,” he confesses, ticklish at your touch as you try to get the crumbs and eat them.

“That jerk cheated on me,” you keep on repeating, distressed, not listening to him. “I need another drink, can you fetch me one?” you wipe your tears, moving so he can get up.

“Sure will, here, put your head on my pillow; I’ll be right back, OK?”

“OK…” you surprisingly agree and by the time he’s back with the drink you’re out cold.

“I really need to take a shower and wash the stupid cake away,” J huffs, placing a blanket on you. “And then you’ll have revenge,” he kisses your forehead, upset to see you in this state. “Ewww, sis, you stink like a distillery,” he crinkles his nose, getting away fast.

The next day you found out your ex was the victim of a hit and run.

“…both legs broken, in very bad shape, almost died. He’s lucky to be alive,” you tell J, carefully watching him because you have your suspicions.

“A-ha, sooo lucky, he’s one lucky guy,” he grunts, antagonized, scribbling on his map.

“J, did you do that?” you inquire and his answer makes you grin:

“Nobody messes with my sister.”

** After 3 years both your parents were killed in a heist. Something that should have been a simple mission turned into tragedy because most likely there was a snitch among your henchmen. Three weeks later J showed up at your hideout, visibly disturbed.

“We need to go, now, we’ll just take the money,” he urges you, frantically taking  the boxes of cash out of the closet and dumping them in duffle bags.
“Go where? This is our town…, what’s going on?” you go and take his hand and he stops, biting on his cheek.

“Do you trust me?” he growls, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you.

“Of course I do, you know that.”

“Then we need to get out of here, it’s not safe. We don’t exist anymore, do you hear me? We’re dead. We don’t exist,” he whispers, looking you in the eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you tilt your head, getting anxious. “What’s going on?”

He doesn’t respond, just takes his knife out of the pocket and cuts his right palm, taking yours and cutting it the same before you can object.

“Auch, what are you doing?!” you whine when he presses his cut on yours, blood dripping on the floor from both wounds.

“Now we’re somebody else, me and you don’t exist anymore, understood?”

You just nod in agreement, intrigued at his behavior.

“Go wash your hand,” he finally lets you go, “we need to leave right now.”

** You moved to Gotham and never looked back, never talked about it again, that’s how much you trusted him. It took 9 years to build your underworld empire and it wasn’t easy, but you finally owned the damn town. Nobody knows where The Joker and the woman that is always with came from. There are rumors on whom you might be: his sister, step sister, half-sister, girlfriend, wife…That’s all they are: speculations, because there is no way a living soul could trace the truth, you made sure of that. Both completely changed your appearance and who you were; the only things that remind you of your old selves are his blue eyes and your green ones. Your long hair is always bright purple with neon green highlights and his is always green with a few purple strands to match yours.

When you turned 34 it was a huge party because J also celebrated his 30th.  You always pick a random day each year for your birthdays because you don’t want anybody to know the real dates.

** After the reception you disappeared. J knows why and doesn’t like it. He waits for a little bit, then just barges in your bedroom at the right moment, startling your boyfriend:

“Y/N, we have an emergency!,” he growls, watching the guy still holding you and having the nerve to still continue to unzip your dress. “OUT!” the Joker snarls, taking another step towards you, panting.

Since you don’t show any sign of indignation, Evan lets you go, intrigued:

“Are you really going to let him interrupt us again?!”
“You heard him, OUT!” you snap. “He always comes first, you know that, so get out.”

“If you don’t take my side this time, I’m not coming back,” he threatens and you snicker for a few seconds before you glare at him, trying to control your rage:

“He said OUT!!!!” you scream, watching Evan storm out, annoyed you don’t care. J fell silent, happy at his victory, not that he doubted for a second.

“Zip me up!” you tell and turn around so J can do it. “What’s the emergency? Where are we going?” you impatiently ask, starting to collect your guns from around the room. He waits for a few more moments before answering:

“I’m craving something sweet, bake something for me.”

“Are you serious?!” you stop your movement, and he savors your reaction, entertained. “I missed on getting laid because you want something sweet?!”

“Well, duh, yeah, it’s an emergency,” The Joker smiles, pleased with himself.

“I hate you!” you fakely cry, outraged and wanting to laugh in the same time. “I really hate you!”
“This could be easily avoided if you would just consider what I’ve asked so many times, Pumpkin,” he stares at you, hoping for a positive outcome.

“You’re my brother so it’s a bad idea,” you pass your fingers through your hair, not wanting to talk about it.

“Might I remind you we’re not really related, Doll?” he wants to explain for the hundredth time and you cut him off:

“What do you want me to bake you?”

** You decide to pay him back so you wait until he has his girl over and after carefully calculating your timing, you kick the door open and the bimbo screams, alarmed, jumping off him, struggling to pull her bra straps up.

“Are you decent, Mister J?” you take a deep breath, ignoring her, noticing he’s shirtless. “Something terrible happened, I need you this instant! Get the hell OUT!” you bark at the bimbo, delighted you have a chance to ruin his fun.
The girl is confused until J jumps out of bed and pushes her outside the bedroom:

“She said get out, are you deaf?!” he slams the door behind her, quickly turning towards you: “What is it? What’s the rush?”

You step in front of him with a worried look on your face and calmly show him your pinky:

“Like I said, something terrible happened: I broke a nail.”
His mouth opens and he glances at you, grinding his silver teeth, debating if he should have a temper tantrum or not.

“You suck!” he snickers, kicking you in the shin and you laugh, loving the fact that you were able to get even.

** Later that night The Joker sneaks in your room and watches you sleep for a while before he gets in your bed.

“I can’t sleep, Y/N, you ruined my date,” he elbows you so you can wake up. You are tired and still tipsy from the few drinks you had and don’t even bother to react much.

“Just close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister,” you smile at the memory and you watch as his face gets really close to yours.

“You’re not my sister…” he reaches for your lips and kisses you.

“Stop it,” you frown and back out a bit.

“You’re not my sister…” J pulls you in his arms and kisses you again.

“Would you stop it? What got into you?” you try to fight him but he won’t let you talk or escape his embrace. “Stop it… please?” you manage to mutter but don’t sound very convincing.

** When you open your eyes he’s still there and you panic, slowly waking up and remembering bits and pieces from the previous night.

“J, why are we naked?” you ask even if you know the answer. You get out of bed, putting on your lacy robe and shake him. “ J, why are we naked?”

He just growls and turns on his other side:

“Lemme sleep, you kept me up all night…” he protests, covering his head with the blanket.

You don’t give up and uncover him:

“Why are we naked?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he stretches and his grin disappears when he sees your teary eyes. “What’s wrong, Princess?” he gets on the side of the bed and signals you to come sit in his lap.

“This is the most stupid thing we ever did and we did a lot of them,” you whimper, doing as asked and he cups your face, forcing you to look at him.

“I’m really not your brother, stop freaking out, hm?”

“This is bad, so bad…” you keep on repeating, upset.

“It wasn’t bad at all, Doll, not at all,” he brushes his lips on your neck and imitates you, moaning: “ Oh, J, don’t stop…Oh my God, J, yes!”

“Shush, you’re making it worse…” you pinch his arm, not really knowing what to do at this point.

“You know, what’s one stupid thing added to the others?,” he winks, hoping you’ll relax soon. “Did you ever wonder why you never liked any of my girlfriends and why I never liked any of your boyfriends?” J holds you tighter as he asks the question. “There is only one more stupid thing left to do in order to top what we did last night. You know what I’m talking about, what I always wanted to hear for years…I rather have you annoy me than someone else,” he rests his chin on your shoulder, biting his lower lip. Since you don’t answer he continues: “Yes then?”

You sigh and since he didn’t really hear a denial coming from you, he widely smiles, satisfied:

“My beautiful Doll, didn’t I promise I’ll make you Queen one day?”

** You enter the VIP room just in time to see the new girl nonchalantly placing herself in The Joker’s lap, giggling as he looks at her, intrigued. He notices you and chuckles, seeing the wild, crazy spark in your green eyes. You take a deep breath, trying so hard not to break her neck while you put his drink you went after on the small glass table by the armchair.

“Move girl,” you tell her and she gets on J’s left knee, not realizing what she’s up against. One of those stupid, oblivious bimbos that won’t live too long in this world.  You get on his right knee and he wraps his hand around your waist, waiting for you to snap. J caresses your back with a devious smirk the girl can’t even take as a last warning.

“You like Mister J?” you seductively blink, tracing his jaw line with your finger. “Isn’t he handsome?” you roughly kiss him, aroused. Once you part from his lips, you glance at her, resting your forehead on his. “Wanna kiss him too?”

“Could I?” she excitedly smiles, looking at both of you.

“Oh, yes, she loves to share me,” The Joker rolls his eyes, fully aware of the opposite.

The girl leans over and you cover his mouth just in time; she ends up kissing your knuckles.

“Bitch, you would dare??!!” you instantly lose it, your chest going up and down so fast it finally worries  her. She stares at your wedding ring and still has the nerve to open her mouth:

“But I thought you said…”

You don’t let her finish.  You punch her as hard as you can and since J is not holding her she flies on her back, bumping her head on the silver floor and passes out.

“Oops, you made my Queen mad,” he laughs with all his heart, kicking the limp body.“You think she’s dead?”

“She’d better be or I’ll finish the job,” you grumble and he turns you around so you can straddle his lap and starts purring:

“Calm down, Pumpkin, I’m all yours. Always was… you just had to say the words.”

** “Uhhh, I can’t sleep,” J sighs, yanking your arm.

You are dozing off with your head on his shoulder and faintly touch his cheek, searching for the eyes. You close one eyelid: ”Just go to sleep and,” (you close the other) ”don’t think of anything else except your pretty wife.”

“Well, that’s why I can’t sleep,” he confesses, pulling you on top of him. “Come on, let’s go another round, we gotta catch up for all the lost years.”

You start laughing, ticklish at the feeling of his lips all over your skin:

“Serves me right for being a Queen; I’ll never sleep again.”

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Joker Imagine - Make me love you PART 2

Part 1 is here *click me*

Your P.O.V.

My eyes felt very heavy, but I forced them open. Everything I saw was one big blur of colours, but most was dark. What the fuck was going? My head was pounding and my body felt weak, almost like I had been sleeping for a day and I just woke up. I moaned because I was unable to speak due these strange symptoms. To be honest I was a little scared. I felt drugged.

In the middle of the big blur I saw something white and green coming closer. As it came very close, I recognized a pair of eyes, a red smile and metallic teeth. Then I realized that it was Joker. ‘’You’re awake early’’ He told me and the last word echoed in my head. I groaned and shut my eyes for a while. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? How did I get here? Where am I?

‘’Y/N’’ His raspy voice spoke up again, causing me to look at this man. My heart started beating faster for some reason. Well it wasn’t a random reason, let’s face it, the reason was him. ‘’Where..wh-where’’ I tried to speak, but it seemed too hard. The rest was just a messy moan again and I sighed. It was frustrating. ‘’be quiet kitten, just relax’’ He told me sternly, but he wasn’t angry. Me being me I didn’t listen. ‘’’’ I forced the words out of my mouth. Then I focused on his face. He was smiling a little bit. ‘’We’re on the way to the penthouse’’ He let me know.

Penthouse? His house? I breathed out slowly and looked away from him. As I moved my eyes, everything blurred again. I tried to move arm arm, but I was too weak to do that. What on earth had he done to me? ‘’Take it easy, it’ll be okay soon’’ He tried to tell me. I grunted a few times, but it didn’t make me magically stronger. Then everything turned darker and I couldn’t move anymore. Joker’s arms draped around my body and he pulled me closer to him.If I could, I’d push him away from me, but another part of me liked this. The truth was that I liked Joker, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t, since I was afraid of commitment and love.

‘’Just sleep sleepy head’’ Were the last words I heard before I fell asleep in his arms. Just before that I thought that we were in a car because I heard the engine which echoed in my head until everything was quiet and dark again.


Something tickled a little bit on my cheek. I groaned and tried to turn around, but I couldn’t. Then I opened my eyes, only to see a dark room with dim lights. Joker was in front of me and his hand was on my cheek. ‘’What the-’’ I started, but stopped in my tracks quickly. I remembered things better now. He killed my boyfriend and then made me sleep. ‘’Did you sleep well?’’ He asked me with a crooked smile. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat, because it was kinda dry.

‘’I did, but why am I here?’’ I asked him, trying to sound angry. He stood up straight and put his hands behind his back. Then he looked at the lamp and I could see his face better. ‘’Well I couldn’t leave you with the body. Batman was on the way and he would blame you’’ Joker explained to me. I closed my eyes and I could see Jason on the floor when Joker shot him. It’s like his damn head just exploded or something. I know that most people would be sad but I was actually enjoying the sight. I only panicked because it was so sudden.

‘’How did Batman know?’’ I decided to speak and it was the first thing that came to my mind. Joker turned to look at me again and he walked closer. ‘’Your neighbours snitched or then Batsy just kept an eye on me. You see he seems to like me since he can’t leave me alone’’ He snickered like it was funny. Then he grabbed a chair and dragged it next to me, taking a seat on it.

‘’Well thank you for your concern Mr.J but I would appreciate if you would untie me and let me go’’ I told him as politely as I could. The smile on his face faded and he seemed a little offended. ‘’Now why on earth would I do that Y/N? Hm? After all you said when you were in your little daze?’’ He raised his voice a little. My heart started beating faster in my chest and I felt small. What had I told him? I had no memory of telling him anything special.

‘’Thank you so much J’’ He mimicked me and slowly stood up again. I clenched my jaw and stayed quiet. ‘’Jason was bad, very very bad’’ He continued and it seemed to anger him. The next thing I knew was that Joker threw the chair to the wall and it startled me, making me flinch. ‘’How about this..’’ He growled and placed his hands on the table beside my head. Then he looked down at me and pulled the lamp above my face. Now he scared me.

‘’I like you J but I can’t’’ He growled, still mimicking me. So I had said all that? I bit my bottom lip and held my breath in. My eyes stung and I felt like I had fucked up. He couldn’t know all that! ‘’Care to explain?’’ He raised his non-existent eyebrows at me. Then silence fell over the room. I could only hear his breaths and my wild heartbeat. I didn’t know what to tell him. It hurt because I wanted to explain myself, but I simply couldn’t. Then I felt a warm tear rolling down my face, but I still looked at him. He was gritting his teeth and he just waited for something, anything really.

‘’I’m sorry’’ I whispered quietly. Suddenly he hit the table, startling me again. ‘’Come on Y/N let it out!’’ He yelled at me. I know this was frustrating for him. I had to admit that it was my fault. I had been flirty with him in the beginning and I got him into this pity of feelings. Then I just ignored him. It was because of Jason, a fucking jerk who wanted to control my life. I hoped that I could keep Joker out of it. But I couldn’t.

‘’Have you ever heard of philophobia?’’ I whimpered and tried to keep myself together. Joker squinted his eyes and looked at me closely. ‘’Philophobia?’’ He wanted to be sure. I nodded and let him think. Then something happened in his eyes. Almost like he thought of something. ‘’Why would you have that?’’ he asked me seriously. So he knew what it was. ‘’Because’’ I whispered and then looked away from him. Damn this was hard. This situation was like a knife to my heart. 

The next thing that Joker did was surprising, he started untying me. I just looked at his green hair because he faced down, not showing me his face. A few minutes later my ankles and wrists were free, yet I lied there. Why would I move? It’s not like I would leave or anything. ‘’What did he do to you?’’ Joker broke the silence, but still faced me with his back. It’s like he was close to a mental breakdown or something. Not that I was a doctor, but I knew him well enough.

‘’A little bit of everything’’ I sighed and tried to calm down. I didn’t like being weak in front of people. Especially not Joker. I had feelings for him that I was afraid of. I couldn’t. What if he would grow tired of me and start treating me like Jason did? I was taken back to reality when I felt something on my hand. Joker pulled me up so I was sitting and he kept his hand on mine. How strange, but I didn’t mind it too much.

‘’Tell me’’ He demanded seriously and I didn’t want to piss him off again. Well fuck I knew I would be stuck here until I’d tell him. Here goes nothing. ‘’At first he was sweet, polite and everything you could ask for. Then he just changed, I don’t know what happened. He blamed me’’ I started and avoided eye contact. Joker was quiet so I knew he listened to me. ‘’Then one night he came home and he was stoned. I tried to leave him, but no, he didn’t let me’’ I continued and then the flashbacks came. A shiver ran down my spine and I stared into emptiness. I could still feel his dirty hand on me. I could hear his voice and feel his breath on my skin.

‘’He told me that the kidnappers were doing the right thing to me. Then he started to hurt me. Every fucking day I’d get slapped, punched, kicked, hit with objects and so much more. I couldn’t leave J, he said he’d kill me’’ I teared up and then hid my face in my hands. Letting out was so weird, kinda good but it made me feel vulnerable. Although I had taken down people in fights before, Jason was different. He truly terrified me. It was kinda unbelievable that he was gone.

‘’He can’t hurt you anymore’’ Joker reminded me. He was probably finding it hard to say something. I couldn’t blame him tho. ‘’Damn if I could bring him back alive I’d do that just to kill him again’’ He growled angrily. I took my hands away from my face and then I looked at him again. Our eyes met and then I felt like my lips were locked. I didn’t know what to say anymore. ‘’You know that I’m not like him’’ Joker let me know, but it sounded more like a question. ‘’I don’t hurt the few people I care about’’ He added seriously. I just nodded because I wasn’t in the mood to speak.


We were both quiet for a while. It wasn’t awkward, but there was tension in the air. He didn’t do anything. It was like he was in deep thoughts. I felt like I had to do something even tho it scared me. Maybe just maybe it was the right thing to do. I leaned closer to Joker and grabbed his face in my hands. Before he could ask me what I was doing, I pressed my lips against his and I closed my eyes. He didn’t hesitate to kiss back. A second later his right hand was on my back and his other hand was tangled in my hair, pushing my head closer to him to deepen the kiss.

We were fucking kissing.

My heart was pumping so hard that it nearly jumped out of my chest. But it felt so good. He moved his lips on mine and made me open my mouth a little bit. The next thing I knew was that he pushed his tongue in my mouth. I didn’t mind. The kiss got so heated that I moaned without thinking. But after a while we needed air, so we pulled back from each other. I looked into his icy blue eyes. He seemed just as surprised as I was.

‘’Promise me something’’ I whispered, feeling ready to say this. There was no use in hiding anymore. Joker nodded and waited for me to continue. This deadly man didn’t look so deadly in front of me. ‘’Don’t ever become like Jason’’ I told him dead seriously. If I’d go through that again, I wasn’t sure if I could find a way out. ‘’I promise you that kitten’’ Joker promised me seriously. My lips curved into a small smile. ‘’If you promise to give this a try, trust me, it’ll be worth it’’ He added quickly.

‘’I promise’’ 

No Sleep

Prompt:  omg I’m literally so annoying, but I actually do have a request! Could you do a draco x hufflepuff were he has a nightmare and his friends have to go get you to calm him down? You write really well! your blog is great!

Prompt:  Draco x sliverin reader. Draco is watching his beater girlfriend. Playing against another house. After they win the other teams beater gets angry and pushes the reader off her broom from a great height

A/N: I merged these two together because I thought it would make for a more dramatic story :P And I’ve tried not to be very house-specific (though if you’re reading as a Ravenclaw, replace the opposing team with one of your choice) as you’ve both asked for different houses! HOPE THIS IS OKAY THOUGH!! ENJOY!

Draco x Reader

Warnings: Bullying, Near Death Experience, Mentions of death, Nightmares

Not proof read or edited.


You were playing at your best. You’d worked extra-hard during practises and you were on top form. The Ravenclaws didn’t really stand a chance. Their beater, Andrew Chander, had been growing increasingly agitated with how well your team were doing and how badly the Ravenclaws were performing.

There were mere minutes left. You saw a bludger heading towards your Seeker who looked like he was chasing the Snitch. Readying your bat, you poised it in the air. You flew up to catch up and just in time you swatted the bludger away towards Andrew Chander. He was dealing with his own bludger and was planning on beating it at your Seeker but the ball you sent his away put him off and he had to duck just in time. The stands erupted with cheers as your Seeker had caught the Snitch. You punched your fist in the air, beaming. You squinted at the Slytherin stand and amongst the crowd. You saw Draco who was looking at you, clapping and ‘whooping’. You blew him a kiss and directed your broom around. You were about to fly back to meet your team but you got eyes full of Andrew who looked furious. Suddenly you couldn’t feel your broom under you. You screamed as you found that the ground was getting closer. The cheers had quickly turned to gasps, shouts and screams. You felt as if everything was moving in slow motion and no, you didn’t want to die but if it was going to happen, you wished everything would just hurry up and be over with.. Why were they just pointing? The wind whipped against your face and you couldn’t form words. You shouted for them to do something in your mind but still they just pointed.

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Girlfriend // Kim Doyoung

- Pt 1

the prompt: can you preeeeeeetty please write more on hufflepuff doyoung because your golden snitch scenario was so cute and I loved it! aka: you’re worried Doyoung doesn’t really like you anymore, and he finally makes it clear that he does.

words: 1641

category: angst + fluff

author note: a lil hogsmeade scenario for one of my favorite hufflepuff babies <3

- destinee

Originally posted by doyoungce


“I love the sunshine!” Doyoung said happily, pulling you out of the courtyard, towards the rest of the students.

It was the last Hogsmeade trip before the end of the year, and everyone was rearing to get stashes of sweets and snacks that would help them survive the horrible event that are NEWTs and OWLs.

You weren’t one of those students, since you were a sixth year. Mostly, you were just loading up on regular exams for your NEWT-level classes. The unfortunate ones, like Doyoung, were studying for their NEWTs, which would play a huge part in whatever wizarding career they wished to go into, if any.

Doyoung had been working hard and getting some early studying in all year, despite what he told you about his friends helping him out. He was actually a lot more worried than he had originally let on. His biggest dream was to become a healer, and if that meant behind an ace at nearly all of the hard classes, so be it.

You found out just how hard he worked rather quickly after the two of you started going out. Dates with Doyoung usually consisted of a studying session. Study session is putting it lightly, as Doyoung was the only one ever doing the studying. Yes, occasionally, you’d pull out some homework and get to crackin’, but more than not you were just there for moral support.

Doyoung appreciated your efforts and definitely didn’t take them for granted. All that time you could’ve slept or practiced your quidditch for upcoming trials, you spent with him instead. For hours on end, you would sit beside him as he poured over his textbooks, occasionally leaving to go to the kitchen and bring him back some brain food.

The two of you had easily gotten closer, since your whole confessional kiss in the kitchens. The next week, Doyoung asked you out on a date and you accepted. Since then, however, that’s all they’ve been: dates.

Doyoung still hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend, and many nights you lay awake, wondering if his feelings for you had run out. Sure, you considered study sessions dates, but did he? In terms of real, go-out-and-get-to-know-each-other dates, the two of you had about three or four. The fourth one might not have counted since Ten was also there. Also, it was just a trip to the owlery so it’s not like it was planned as a date or anything.

You really were losing it.

Perhaps Doyoung was all about the chase. After running after you for four years and getting you, he decided the chase was worth much more than the prize. Not that you were a prize to be one, but that analogy was the only one that you could think of in the moment.

Maybe Doyoung thought you would be more interesting. You, a Slytherin whose mind was always on quidditch, must’ve bored him. He probably thought you were a lot cooler than that. More of a complex being. You really weren’t, though, and Doyoung must’ve seen it.

These were the only things you could think of, at least. For the past few months you had dropped numerous hints to him, hoping he would pick up on at least one of them. You hoped he would just ask you to be his girlfriend. It didn’t have to be an extravagant gesture of any kind. To you, for someone to say that they liked you enough to be with you exclusively, was extravagant enough.

Today marked your fourth or fifth date, as you were still hung up on the whole owlery thing. After being cooped up in the library for so long, Doyoung was desperate for some sunshine. You weren’t, having no real love for the incoming heat of the late spring as it molded into a wet and humid summer. You dwelled in dark, cool places, as they kept you comfortable and un-sweaty.

Doyoung asked if you could come with him to Hogsmeade. He planned to go into Honeydukes, since his favorite thing to do while studying was to suck on a lollipop. He had run out about a month ago, and it was getting frustrating for him. You agreed willingly, hoping to get some answers that weren’t related to Potions class. You were hoping Doyoung would be honest with you, or at least give you a hint as to whether or not he still liked you. That would put a lot of stress and concern behind you, and you could move on.

“Why do you like summer so much?” You sniffed. “It only activates my allergies, and it’s getting too warm.”

Doyoung only smiled at you, choosing to pull you closer to his side as the two of you walked. His fingers were intertwined with yours, which bargained the question once again: what were you to him? Or the bigger question: why hadn’t he kissed you again?

Were you that resistible? Usually, girls were called irresistible, and their lovers would long for the next moment they could kiss their girl and assure her of their undying love. Sure, that may only be in muggle romance novels, but it applied in this situation. Didn’t it?

Perhaps it was insecurity that made you want Doyoung to tell you. Just one little sentence that told you how he felt. After all, he was leaving soon. The ending of Doyoung’s last quidditch game had been the beginning of your relationship with him. You had only been together for a few months. Still, he didn’t have but one or two months left before he graduated Hogwarts for good. Why couldn’t he just say, “Y/n, I like you,” and then kiss you like he had that night?

You felt a squeeze on your hand, pulling you back to reality. “Hmm?” you asked, not quite snapping out of all your worries.

“Are you okay?” Doyoung asked, concerned. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m not,” you argued.

“Yeah, you are,” he said. “Donghyuck just walked by asking how you felt about the current standing of the Quidditch World Cup, and you completely ignored him.”

“Really? It’s just been a rough morning, I guess?” You laughed with a shake of your head, hoping he wouldn’t dwell on the subject for too long.

Doyoung let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he steered you into the Three Broomsticks. The two of you sat in one of the back booths, side by side after ordering some chilled butterbeers.

Doyoung sipped on his quietly, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand as he held it in his lap. “What could be bothering my beautiful girlfriend?” he asked softly.

You whipped your head towards him so quickly you felt it might fall off. “What? Girlfriend?”

Doyoung’s ears took on a red hue as he answered, “Isn’t that what it’s called?”

“It is!” you replied quickly, nearly startling him, “I just didn’t know I was your girlfriend.”

“You didn’t?” Doyoung scratched the back of his neck, “Oh, you see, I just assumed after that kiss that we had become boyfriend and girlfriend, you know? Didn’t we confess that night?”

Now it was time for your face to turn pink. The two of you looked like tomatoes in that booth, and no amount of chilled butterbeer could cool the two of you down. “We did, but I was beginning to think you had become disinterested in me. I’m not intriguing, and I thought that once you find that out you might leave. I mean, come on, the only things I like are quidditch and sarcasm.”

“And me,” Doyoung added.

“And you,” you confirmed. “Aren’t I boring?”

Doyoung let out a bark of laughter at your question, using his free hand to cover his open mouth. His bright eyes shined towards you, “You’re not boring. Heck, if anyone in this relationship is boring, it’s me. What do I do all day besides study and go to class?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, but you’re working hard for a great goal. You’re going to be a healer!”

Doyoung reached out and cupped your face. “What about you, huh? You’re going to be one of the greatest quidditch players anyone has seen in a long time. How cool will it be when I get to tell people that my girlfriend is a famous quidditch player, while you have to tell everyone your dating a healer.”

You smiled, your gaze unknowingly dropping to his lips. “I guess we both have our insecurities, huh?”

“As long as we’re honest with each other, and talk about them, then we’ll be fine.”

“Can I talk about another insecurity?” you asked, your eyes trained on his lips.

“What is it?” Doyoung began to remove his hands, but you grabbed his wrists to stop his movements.

“Why haven’t you kissed me since that night?” you asked quietly.

“Oh.” Doyoung averted his eyes, “Well, funny story, that was kind of my first kiss? It was really nice and I’m afraid I’ll ruin it by kissing you again and it turning out badly.”

You bit your lip to keep from giggling at your shy boyfriend. “I promise it will be just as good as the first one.”

“If you say so,” Doyoung said, trusting you. With that, he leaned in and hesitantly pecked your lips. With your encouraging smile against his lips, he pulled your face closer and pressed his lips against yours with more pressure than usual. This time, he tasted like butterbeer, and it filled your entire body with warmth.

You broke the kiss with another smile, your heart feeling light after everything that had happened. “Was I right? Was it as good as the first one?”

Doyoung shook his head, “It was so much better.”

~the end~

Stay - John Shelby

Request: Hi! I’m not sure request are open but here comes one: Could you please do one where there’s this girl who comes back in town (or something) and she was John’s first girlfriend and all he does is cheat on every girlfriend he has w her but he doesn’t wants to realize that he actually loves her? And she’s like part of the family and everybody likes her (I don’t know if that one is clear I’m just not really good at english lol) Btw I love your writing, I’m your #1 fan lmao

Stay - John Shelby || sequel to Kids

Much to your mother’s dismay, and your own surprise, you stayed in Small Heath. You found a job at the Somerville Road School teaching for girls aged 5-14. While you and John had gone on a few dates nothing substantial seemed to come of your relationship. You loved his kids and saw them more often than you saw him. Katie, who loved you back equally, and was fairly wise to the world even at nearly seven, would tell you every time she saw her father about with another woman.   

“Daddy took a lady to the pictures last night.” Katie snitched, holding your hand as you walked with her to school. The boys had run ahead, James included, tottering behind them.   

“Your dad and I aren’t quite…together.” You clarified.   

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anonymous asked:

Jesse McCree & his feisty Omega!s/o for #70? [“I got into some trouble today. I sort of punched an Alpha in the face when he touched me. Long story short, there’s a couple of officers at the door who would like to talk to you about getting control of your omega.”]

“I told you not to fucking touch me”, you growled, yanking your arm away from the hold of the tall, sneering alpha. For the last week, this alpha had been seeking you out, trying to corner you and ‘convince’ you that he’d make a better alpha than your cowboy. That he would never leave that ‘tight little ass’ of yours alone. Each time you had rebuked him, first politely but now he was bolder, taking your lack of snitching as a sign that you secretly wanted him. Truthfully, you didn’t want to add to Jesse’s filling plate; he was doing some extra training in preparations for a special mission and he didn’t need a possible Alpha fight on his hand. You could handle yourself…or at least you would try your damnedest to. “I have an Alpha, and he is a million times the man than you could ever think to be, you got that? Now leave me the fuck alone!”

You turned to walk away, growling low in your throat until you felt that man grab your wrist to stop you once more.

“You’re a feisty little thing”, he chuckled, trying to pull you back against him but you refused to fall back into him. “I’mma like fucking that outt—”

It felt like an inferno was being set through your body as his hands touched you again, disgust fueling your flight or fight instinct. You twisted fast and quick on your heel, using the momentum to drive your fist into the asshole’s face. He was taller than you but he stumbled backwards, releasing you and holding his leaking nose with both hands. A smug sense of success poured through you as you watched him groan before reality came rushing in, the sounds of shocked murmurs and whispers filling the air in the cafeteria. Your eyes went round, your hands dropping to your side as you suddenly felt impossibly small. Shit. You, an omega, had punched an alpha in the face. You had completely disregarded your status, and instead of allowing your alpha to handle that business, you had taken it upon yourself. Shit shit shit. Your omega instincts kicked in hard, telling you to prostrate yourself before him, to apologize to him and hope to god he didn’t take it out on you. You were feisty, you knew that. You had opinions and an honest mouth that your alpha adored, but that didn’t mean you could talk to other alphas however you liked.

“I…I”, you stuttered, the alpha you punched glowering at you as he tried to plug his nose, someone snickering as they handed him napkins. Your eyes darted between him, the people whispering in the room and the officers before stumbling backwards, turning and taking off towards your bunk.

“Hey you bitch!”

You thanked the gods that you were fast, reaching your room and slamming your hand onto the bio-scanner. You looked over your shoulder paranoidly, turning back to your door and trying to will it to open up faster. As soon as it slipped open you squeezed yourself in, slamming the door lock on the other side frantically.

“Whoa there darlin.”

You jumped, screaming in shock as McCree’s hand landed on your shoulder. You jumped back, your back pressed against the door as you stared up at McCree with large, round eyes. A feeling of safety fought against your adrenaline’s response, the fight slowly draining out of you, replaced by a small bit of dread. Jesse’s brow furrowed in confusion, the cowboy’s other hand falling to your opposite shoulder, pulling you against him and looking you up and down.

“Hey now”, he asked, his warm, brown eyes dancing over you in concern, one of his calloused hands rubbing lightly at your cheek when he couldn’t find an obvious source of distress. “What’s wrong? You look nervous as a cat in a room fulla rockin’ chairs.”

“Uh I well I”, you stammered, knowing that it would be better to hear directly from the source rather than from the security officers on the base. “I got into some trouble today…I sorta punched an Alpha in the face when he touched me…so…long story short, there’s probably going to be a couple officer’s coming to the door to talk to you about controlling your omega.”

Your words rushed out in a breath, shifting your weight from one foot to the next as he listened to your story. He bristled at your words, a low growl starting in his chest at the mention of another alpha touching you. He pulled you tight against his body, that growl still rumbling in his chest as he nuzzled against your scent glands hard, scenting you aggressively. You tilted your head to the side, clinging to him softly as you submitted to his actions, shivering at his possessive reaction. Jesse McCree was by no means an aggressive person; laid back, humorous, charismatic would be the first thing that came to mind. But he protected what was his fiercely; whether they be packmates or bondmate, no one would touch what was his.

“Why didn’t you tell me sweetpea”, he asked, pulling away from your neck and straightening up, his thumbs lightly stroking your cheeks. “I woulda taken care of the bastard…”

“‘M sorry”, you said, standing on your tiptoes, gently kissing him on the lips before lowering back to the ground. You bit your bottom lip sheepishly, giving him an apologetic stare. “I just didn’t want you to worry…You’ve been training so hard and you’ve been so worn out. I didn’t want to bog ya down with some overzealous asshole…”

“Darlin taking care of you ain’t no bother”, McCree answered confidently, his brow furrowing before smiling and pressing a hard kiss to your forehead. “But I do appreciate your concern, sweetpea. Now don’t you worry about them officers’, I’ll handle them.”

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door that made you jump, your eyes jumping up to McCree’s in shock. He released you, gently pushing you behind him as he rolled his shoulders, exuding an energy that stated ‘don’t fuck with me’. His hand moved to the pad of the door, pressing the button and crossing his arms over his chest as he caught sight of the two officers.

“How can I help you gentlemen?”

Good Girl Ch 20: Claim

Thank you everyone for all the love! You have no idea how much I love to hear your thoughts on everything! Keep them coming!

“I wanted her to sit next to her,” Jiyong pouts from the other side of the large desk. Kris had pulled me on to his lap right when he sat down, denying me any chance of sitting with my new friend on the other side, not that I minded; I kind of enjoy his jealousy.

“Mr. Kwon,” Kris snaps taking the older man’s eyes away from me, “Please tell me what you needed to tell me.  I would like to have time to focus all of my attention on my baby before my next phone call.” His arms around my waist tighten, his thumbs lazily draw circles on my stomach.

“I was giving her plenty of attention out there,” My new friend smirks devilishly.

“Ya!” I glare at him, “None of that remember?”

He sighs and holds up his hands in surrender, “I’m sorry Beautiful, I saw the opportunity and had to take it.”

“No more Oppa or we can’t be friends.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad.”

“What the hell happened out there? Why are you being so friendly with each other?” Kris grabs me by the chin to get me to focus on him.

I shrug, “We talked.”

“You talked?”

I nod.

“Kris, I really don’t appreciate the constant interruptions,” Jiyong glares.

“I’m just worried about my baby.”

“I see that,” He glares at Kris’s hands on my body. “You must be too busy with that to discuss the future of your group.” He moves to stand but Kris stops him.

“Hyung, I’ll stop, please tell me what you came to say.”

Jiyong smirks, “First, I want Joo-ya over here,” He pats the seat next to him.

“Oppa, stop being mean.”

“But Joo-ya, I want to help you out of your cage.”

I shake my head, “I like my cage.”


“Oppa, if you are going to be like this I will leave.”

He sighs, “Fine, I’ll talk about this boring stuff. Just don’t leave.” Looking back to Kris his playfulness disappears, “I learned from an unnamed source that some information was being leaked from someone who was play gangster with our groups. When my source revealed the name of our little bug I quickly found him and captured him. After looking threw his computers I found out nothing about what he knows or where the information he got is being held.”

“What do you need from us?” Kris says back, giving off the same cold professional vibe as Jiyong.

“My brothers and I tried to get the information from him but since that is not something we are very good at, my hyung has a bad habit of going too far and loosing everything all together. So, since getting information is your families specialty, especially that chubby faced hyung of yours, we were thinking of just giving this snitch over to you.”

“This isn’t a conversation I want to have in front of Jooyoung,” Kris states.

“She is already here. She knows. Might as well continue.”

I add in, “I already know most of this from the first night I stayed with you guys.”

“See,” He beams at me, “She’s a brave little girl.”

“Why are you helping them?” I ask him, something that surprised all of us.

“What do you mean?” Jiyong looks a little proud that I’m daring to question him, Kris just looks horrified that I may have offended my new friend.

“You said earlier that you two are the biggest groups in Asia, that means you’re competition. Why would you help them? I mean, even if you weren’t able to get the information out of this man yourself, there must be people you can hire for that, right?” I look to Kris for an answer.

“Baby,” Kris warns, “You shouldn’t think about this stuff.”

The other just continues to beam at me, “She’s so smart.”

“Stop looking at her like that.”

“She’s just so amazing.”

“Why would befriend someone like this?” Kris asks me gesturing to the suddenly glaring man.

I smile at my new friend, “He reminds me of Jihyo.”

Kris grimaces as Jiyong stares at me confused, asking, “Is that a compliment?”

“A very nice one,” Kris answers honestly, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “You should feel very honored.”

“Where is my baby?” Tao yells as he busts threw the doors. I automatically jump out of Kris’s grip to run into the tan man’s arms.

“Taotao!” I yell back gleefully jumping into the tall man’s arms.

“I’m so sorry I was so mean to you this morning,” He kisses the top of my head.

“It’s okay, did you guys get everything figured out?” I question, giving him a once over before going to check the others who are coming in behind him.

“We’re okay baby, thank you for checking,” Kai says giving me a peck on the lips when he sees the man approaching our group. “Mr. Kwon, what are you doing here?” I’m quickly passed around to greet everyone, getting more personal greetings than normal with lots of kisses.

“I came to have a talk with your brother, now I’ll be on my way out,” Jiyong gives them a polite smile.

“That was all you had to say? You came all the way here to say that?” I pause for a second in Chanyeol’s hug to look back at him.

Jiyong nods, “Well that and to see you again.”

“I thought we were going to talk more?”

He smiles, “You seem to be busy now, we will talk again soon. I’ll be coming by a lot more to talk with your oppas about that snitch.”

“I’ll be going back to school next we so I won’t be around.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, I’ll make sure our friendship doesn’t end here,” He comes over to us, Chanyeol’s grip tightens around me when Jiyong pats my head. “I’ll be taking my leave, so all of you can relax. But one last request, I’d like Joo-ya to walk me out.”

All ten men glare at him but Kris answers, “Over our dead bodies.”

I can see the temptation in his eyes to give back some gangster like threat in return but when our eyes lock his mouth closes as he reconsiders his words, not wanting to get on my bad side. How ironic.

“Fine, how about to the elevator?” This time he doesn’t wait for a response, instead he just grabs my hand and pulls me toward the elevator. When my oppas do nothing to stop him I just follow along, letting my mind wander about what all of these things could mean. We stop at the elevator doors, he presses the button before turning back to look at my oppas who had began taking a few steps forward, “You stay.” The boys freeze in the doorway, “Good guard dogs.”

I bow slightly to him, “Sorry about them being so over protective.”

He chuckles ruffling my hair affectionately, “It’s cute.”

“They usually aren’t that physically affectionate in front of others.”

“No worries, they are just marking their territory. Speaking of which you haven’t been claimed, have you?” He scans me.

“Claimed?” I cock my head at him.

“Those dumb boys,” He sighs before pulling off one of his rings and grabbing my hand. “This ring will keep you safe from anyone who would dare try to mess with you.” I let him slide the ring on to my ring finger, I stare at the beautiful dragon ring. It is a golden dragon wrapped around my finger with a small black gem in it’s mouth; I can’t help but find it strangely adorable.

“Does this mean you’re claiming me?”

He hesitates answering for a minute, “Yes and no. You can take it off whenever you want but when you do wear it, people will think you belong to me. I like it on you though,” there’s that smirk again.

“It will make my oppas mad.”

“Tell them, I give them permission to claim you as well. But keep the fact that I’m allowing you to take the ring off, it’ll make things more fun.”

“Allowing me?” I raise a brow at him as I play with the ring.

“It’s something I’m used to saying, sorry.”

“You seem as strict as them.”

He chuckles, “I’m probably worse, I wouldn’t let any man touch you.” He grabs my hand again; staring at the ring he smiles softly.

“Why do they let you touch me?”

Just than, the elevator dings, “I’ll explain it to you next time.”

“When will next time be?” My curiosity gets the better of me.

He steps into the elevator still holding my hand so it won’t close, “Dinner next week? Tuesday?”

“My oppas won’t like that.”

“I’ll deal with that,” He smirks before kissing the ring on my hand and stepping back into the elevator, letting it close. “I’ll see you soon Beautiful.”

“Goodbye Oppa.” Turning around I see my daddies all there staring at me like I had an arm growing out of my forehead. “Is this how my oppas felt the first time they saw us interacting?”

“I’m guessing so,” Suho comes to me, giving me a complete once over. “He didn’t hurt you right?”

“Oh goodness, daddy,” I smile at the worried man, “You are so cute when you are worried.”

“Baby, we are being serious,” Kris says.

Lay nods in agreement, “He is a very dangerous man.”

I scoff, “You’re kidding right? Don’t you guys dare start giving me a speech about how he is so dangerous, that I should be worried about the situation I’m getting myself into. You guys need to realize that I’m already drowning in a situation I don’t fully understand with you guys. I have nothing to gain or loose from talking to Jiyong oppa. I’m living with twelve men who I call daddy. I risk the chance of pissing one of you off and getting myself raped or murdered everyday.” They all share a similar look of guilt and anger, glancing from one another, another silent conversation.

“He claimed you,” Chanyeol deadpans, glaring down at the ring on my finger.

I sigh staring down at it, “He said it’s okay for you guys to claim me too, whatever that means.”

“What if he likes her too much and takes her away?” Sehun worries, coming over and hugging me tightly.

Kris shakes his head, “From what I saw of them interacting, he cares about how she feels about him. So unless our baby wants to leave he won’t take her.” They all look to me.

“Baby,” Chen calls, “Are you happy with us?”

I sigh but nod without hesitation. Whether or not I’d care to admit it I love their craziness and possessiveness, though sometimes it can be too much.

“What about what Mr. Kwon said earlier, about you being in a cage?” Kris wonders.

“I’m a pretty bird in a cage, at least that what he said. I told him I’m happy to have such an amazing view from my cage,” I look at each of them, earning me a hug from an excited Baekhyun.

“What did you talk about before he got in?” Tao wonders.

“He wants to have dinner on Tuesday.”

“Hell no!” The room rallies.

“That’s what I said, but he seems to think he can change your mind.”

Suho groans, “This just got a lot more difficult. We should get her back to the house before something else happens.”

“Did someone tell the hyungs about this?” Sehun asks nervously.

Everyone in the room shakes their head, “I’m not going to tell Xiumin that our baby was claimed by the black dragon.” Kris shudders.

“Black dragon? Is that his street name or something?’ I ask. Sehun nods making me wonder, “What’s your guys’?”

“Suddenly with all the questions. What do we tell you?” Baekhyun taps on my nose.

“Only big kids need to know.” I pout, “Jiyong oppa would tell me.”

Chen sighs, “Baby, if we answered every question you asked, you would be running away faster than you would have ever thought possible.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“We have done some bad things baby, we will do more, some worse. We want to keep you from such a dark world alright?”

“I’m braver than you think.”

“You are a little girl,” Suho snaps, “you say you are brave, you say you are strong, you say you are a big girl, until all the bad things you said you could handle become too real for you. And suddenly you are curled up in a ball crying when we come towards you, calling us monsters. We don’t want to tell you because we don’t want you to be afraid of us. So please baby, stop with the questions, we want one innocent little thing to not run screaming when we come near. Can you give us that?”

I nod, suddenly feeling guilty for letting for letting my curious show too much when I know better.

“Now lets go home, we have a new problem to deal with.”

“What about Xiumin hyung?” Kris glances at the closed door.

Chen gives him a smug smirk, “You can explain that.”

“Hell no.”

“We just couldn’t tell him for a while,” Chanyeol suggests earning a smack on the back of the head from Baekhyun.

“Don’t you think he will notice the massive ring on her finger?” Baekhyun glares at the younger’s stupidity.

“I can’t believe he gave her his favorite one,” Kyungsoo takes my hand and stares at the ring.

“He kissed it too,” Suho adds. Open my mouth to ask something but snap it close when I remember my scolding a moment ago. But Suho noticed, “What is it baby?”

“I don’t know what questions are okay.”

“Go ahead.”

“Why does it matter that he kissed it?”

Kyungsoo answers, “It’s a show of interest and a promise of loyalty.”


“Take it off right now!” Xiumin oppa demands the moment he see the ring on my finger at dinner. The boys have somehow managed to keep their hyung distracted enough for him not to notice it, but after forcing his way into the spot next to me he sees in on my left hand as I eat.

“Daddy, it’s fine,” I continue to eat as the older man glares at everyone else at the table.

“It’s fine? Did anyone tell her who that bastard is?”

I sigh slamming my metal chopsticks on the table, I stand up, my chair sliding out, earning me every eye in the room. “Daddy Xiumin, I said it’s fine, I had to deal with them the whole way home telling me about how dangerous he is and how worried they are for my safety. None of them told me who he was, he told me himself. I know that he is the leader of a mafia, but so are you. If you want me to question why my alarms didn’t go off with him when I know just from looking at him that they should have, I will have to do the same to all of you. If you all would like the think back to two weeks ago when we met; I was curled up in a ball drunk off my ass in the back alleyway of your club after you guys started a shoot out. Let’s not forget that you killed an innocent man in front of me, after that I got in a car with you. Talking to Jiyong oppa in your lobby is definitely not one the most questionable things I’ve done this month. So please can we leave that alone?” I plop back down in my seat and begin stuffing my face.

“That ring is going in the trash,” Xiumin doesn’t take his eyes off me.

Without looking up I say, “Then you are going to explain to him where it went.” I’m genially surprised when they don’t scold me or get mad they just continue to stare.

“Where is our little girl?” Luhan pouts from my other side.

“She is taking a break, but I wish she would come back,” I groan rubbing my temples, for one wishing that side of me would come out. It’s hard to deal with this shit when I’m big, I don’t have the patience for it.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” He wonders.

“Just let me go take a bath,” I stand up but Suho gives me a questioning look and before he can get the words out I groan, “Daddy Chen, lets go please.” He seems to be the only one not pouting about my small side being gone for the moment. The man nods before taking my hand and leading me out of the room where the other men start talking in hushed voices. He takes me to his room, right into the bathroom that had showered in days before hand in. I sit waiting on the edge of the tub while he fills it up, he grabs me a bath bomb that entertains me when he leaves to grab me some new clothes and towels.

He’s back just in time to turn the water off, the water is swirls of blues, black, and purples, creating my own little galaxy. I let him undress me and climb into the water, enjoying the sweet smell and how smooth it makes my skin feel. Chen sits on the edge of the large tub just watching me with a small smile.

“What?” I ask when he just continues to stare.

He chuckles, “I’m just thinking about how the others talk about how you are so different from when you are your little self. I think you are the same just with a little more kick.”

“You guys don’t like me when I’m big do you?” I stare down at the water.

“Speaking for myself, I love you both ways.” I peek up to find him leaning a little closer with a small smile, “You are my baby, no matter how big you are. As for everyone else, they are just worried that if are big you won’t think you need us and you’ll leave. Not to mention how hot it is when you are so cute and needy for our attention.”

“So you guys don’t hate me when I’m like this?”

“If I’m being completely honest, it’s really hot when you are your badass self. But it makes it hard for us to control ourselves when you are being so tough,” His eyes scan my naked body, that is hidden under the dark water, coming back up to find my lips. I smirk, leaning forward and catching his lips in a kiss. Mindlessly he leans forward, I grab his tie and pull him closer into the water, causing a some of it to splash out.

“Oops,” I squeak when he lands in between my legs.

“Oops won’t cover it baby. You got daddy’s nice suit all wet,” He teases.

“I can’t do much more than help you take it off,” I flirt, catching both of us off guard.

“This is what I mean, this big side to you has such a mouth.” I grin when he leans back in for a kiss, sheading his jacket and vest quickly. Next to go is his tie, followed by his button up leaving him in only his dress pants. We break the kiss, our chests heaving; I bite my lip as I take in his perfect chest and abs. “My eyes are up here baby.”

Impress Me (Or At Least Try)

Prompt: Could you do a James Potter (Marauder Era) during a quidditch match trying to show off and do cute stuff to catch the eye pf an an intense gryffindor quidditch lover in that stands and having the school and commentator egg them on?

A/N: Hope this is okay!

James Potter x Reader

Warnings: None. Just good old fashioned Gryffindor teasing.

Y/H/C = Your hair colour


The whole stand were on their feet. Roaring lions stomping and clapping their hands while the snakes hissed back. You were joining in the whooping and cheers, thoroughly enjoying the game. Well, as much as you could. You always got nervous watching James swoop recklessly here there and everywhere whenever he caught sight of the Golden Snitch. 

You searched the sky and your eyes landed on James. He looked at you and just as your eyes met, the snitch flitted about in front of him; taunting him. He smirked and almost immediately he zoomed forward. He suddenly nose dived through the air and everyone gasped. You balled your fists and brought them to your mouth to stop you from shouting. One day that boy was going to seriously hurt himself and then you’d get to say ‘I told you so.’ However for now, James flew upwards and weaved through the other players before coming to a hault. He had lost the snitch but he had put on a damn good show. You watched him smile to himself before looking over at you. You glared at him and shook your head but this made him smile more. He could tell it was just relief that he hadn’t died yet. Actually, there was something about the concern you had for him that made him want to do these stunts more. There was no denying. It was rather impressive but James Potter did not need and ego boost. He could do with coming down a notch. 

Once again, James flew off and this time a bludger was headed straight for him. He didn’t look too worried and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he put himself in it’s path on purpose. 

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I am ridiculous // James Potter x Reader

Words // 1240

Warnings // None, it’s literally just fluff

Summary // You’re playing the finale of the Quidditch season and James’s got a little surprise for you.

A/N Like I mentioned, it’s literally just fluff so enjoy! It’s my first time writing James so it might feel a little OOC

Originally posted by maraudingwriters

You were standing before your bed and sighed, it was the last game of the season and you and your house could become Quidditch champion of the year only if you were able to beat Slytherin, they were good, the best at least half of them would say. You and your team had been training for weeks on end it felt like, all of the trainings were hard but it was somewhat necessary to get the discipline into everyone. Still, you were no less anxious despite all the trainings that you had gone through which could be because it all depended on you, no matter how much you liked to deny it Quidditch almost always completely depended on having a good seeker and the one of Slytherin was marvellous.

“C’mon Y/N, the game is starting very soon and you still need to get a good breakfast down, can’t have you pass out on your broom.’’ Y/F/N said, s/he/they also played on the Quidditch team and were one of the chasers. You sighed but s/e/they dragged you along down the stairs. Once in the great hall you started to eat what Y/F/N had shovelled up your plate, slowly. In the end you managed to eat over half of it which was extremely surprising, considering all then nerves that were wrecking you inside.

Your team was nice, most of them wouldn’t be immediately okay if you lost but they also said that if they did it wasn’t all your fault which was somewhat nice to hear although it would definitely be partially your fault, as grabbing the snitch got your team 150 points it was kind of hard to not say it was your fault, although a few teams had lost even though they caught the snitch.

“C’mon, we’ve been training all week long and I’ve heard a few of them have minor injuries, we’ve got to win this, I mean we all know we’re the best team there is.’’ Your team captain said as a way to encourage your team, it was actually true. You heard a beater got their wrist sprained and one of their brooms got snapped just two days ago so they’re loaning one which wasn’t the same model which could make it harder.

“Also, if we don’t win let’s be honest we’re all going to be disappointed but sometimes you just lose, it’s human. And, we’ve already won last year so it isn’t like this has been our only chance.’’ She/He/They said and after that everyone got up and left for the pitch. Everyone was cheering, it was so loud you wondered for a second if you were going to go deaf, it was nice to hear so many people there to support but it also put more pressure onto you when it came to losing.

Everyone got up on their broom and with a loud whistle running through your ears the game begun.


You won the game. In the end it was 110-200, still it wasn’t the most amazing performance your team had ever set it was better than you had imagined with your nerves. The seeker was surprisingly bad, s/he/they seemed to be in their head most of the time and it seemed she/he/they forgot they were playing a Quidditch game, you didn’t mind it too much though as it made the game easier for you. Their chasers were absolutely amazing but at the same time the beater of your team fell from their broom in the middle of the game and your team had to get a quick replacement who had been sick for quite a long time so he was far from optimal. 

Once the whistle had rung that it was the end of the game everyone went to each other and started to congratulate each other whilst still being safe on their broom and not falling off. Surprisingly, another whistle came and everyone turned to face madam Hooch. 

“This has never been done before, don’t worry it doesn’t change anything to the game it’s a thing that has been very sweetly asked.’’ She pointed down to the ground and everyone looked at each other for a second before staring down to see who was coming, James Potter.

You and James had been together for a few years, two or three. At first he was an arrogant bastard but he got somewhat manageable ever since somewhere in the middle of third year or the start of the fourth year and because of the passion you two had for Quidditch it made you easy friends, especially now he was durable and not an idiot. 

“What are you doing?’’ You asked as you went over to him once you were at equal heights, he just grinned. You looked at your friend who was just as clueless as you were but as very tiny dots you could see his friends going just a bit crazy, just a bit.

“Hi.’’ He said and his whole voice echoed throughout the pitch, you were almost convinced you could hear it in the castle as well. “First of all, congratulations on winning, I knew you would.’’ He smirked and you were slightly temped to punch him.

“Now I’ve got a bit of bad news and good news. I imagine you’d like the good news first, the bad news kind of ties into that.’’ He announced and you furrowed your brow, you didn’t have a clue as to what either of them could be but you did start to feel worried something might’ve happened to your parents or something like that.

“The good news is quite long but it’s good so I’m sure you don’t mind.’’ He said, he sounded slightly nervous which was very much not like James, either way he came closer to you and cleared his throat. 

“I have and will always be a pompous arrogant asshole, many people will vow to say it’ll get me killed one day and who knows? Maybe it will, either way I’m losing track. We’ve spend exactly two years, eight months and six days together which is long for some people and very short for others.’’ You gave him a surprised look, you didn’t know it down to the day, you had a vague idea of somewhat longer than two years, still it was sweet of him.

“And we both know about all the dangers that are arising,’’ You solemnly nodded. “And because of that I decided I can’t wait any longer, especially if something could happen that would prevent me from doing this so we’re here, a Quidditch pitch. First place we met, you started shouting at me for being annoying.’’ The two of you laughed and you tuned out all the sounds other people made although it was mostly positive.

“I’m a ridiculous, man or boy? Depends, but I am ridiculous. Which is why I, James Potter am asking you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you do the honour of marrying me?’’ He smoothly pulled out a black velvet box which he opened, there was a ring inside. The ring was a silver band with a single diamond in your house colour. You laughed.

“Of course I will.’’ You two shared a quick kiss whilst a lot of people were shouting different things, the kiss was sweet and he slipped the ring around your finger, it was a perfect fit.

“Now the bad news is that you are a 1000% percent definitely mine and I’m not sharing you.’’ Everyone started laughing.

Nevada Ramirez & Crybaby // Poor Baby

Per request HERE, re: One of Nevada’s men hurting Crybaby.
Referencing back to THIS tale.

Originally posted by sarahgracej

Okay this is actually pretty dark considering what I usually write so that’s a warning, and there’s violence as in Nevada pummels someone to a bloody pulp, but that’s pretty predictable considering the request.

Nevada had been out of town for about a week now, had planned on it being another before he’d get back.

They knew. 
Caroline knew they knew.

She got dumped out of their dingy car by her apartment, the one they all knew Nevada paid for, late at night after the nice old ladies turned off their hearing aids and the dogs had all been brought in for the night. Delicately, sniffling still, she trotted up the stone steps and slid her key into the door.

They hadn’t even robbed her.
Just tore her down.

Once making it through the heavy double doors and hearing the lock click behind her; poor Caroline cried, moreso than her little Crybaby heart had ever done before. Oh, she wept, so broken there was no strength to muster sound. Silently, she slid up the staircase, hands wringing nervously through the material of her cotton kimono. With shaking fingers, she managed to force the key into the knob.

As soon as she was in, she slammed that door shut.
The lock; the slip chain; the dead bolt.

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anonymous asked:

Thank you so much for that Jimin's scenario, it's perfect ♥ and you do it so fast I wasn't ready for this.... So since you are in love with Yoongi, and if you don't have something more important to do, could you write smut with him as policeman, who stops you for driving too fast and punishes you?

 I had graveyard shift my lovely little anon. COME OFF ANON SO I CAN LOVE YOU. 

Sigh~~ The frustrations I feel on this level with this man. It’s spiritual this time. But nevertheless here is my Yoongi smut~~


You smirked as you got dressed for tonight’s event. You were going drag racing with a couple of friends and you couldn’t have been happier. All week you had been stressing out over minor shit mostly work so this was the time you go to to and free yourself. 

Your brother nagged from downstairs and you rolled your eyes knowing he would be drunk soon enough. “YAH NAMJOON PUT A GOD DAMN SOCK IN IT.”  You shouted as he bickered more at you. You were so tired of him always bossing you around every time your parent’s left. 

You dressed up in yellow skinny jeans and a black long sleeved shirt that had a mustache on it. But underneath it you had on a high waisted white skirt with a black crop top that was in the form on a halter top with the spaghetti straps and the words ‘bite me’ on it. You went down stairs with two big braids in your hair making yourself seem innocent. 

Namjoon saw you and he huffed knowing he had to let you go. You told him you were going to study with your best friend and since he knew the girl he couldn’t say no. Especially since you snitched to your parents about him being overbearing. 

“By dimplleessss~” You cooed kissing his cheek before you walked out the door. You got into your brand new charger that was light blue with dark strips. You had blue neon lights on the bottom of the car and it was a beauty none the less. 

You drove slowly to the racing scene making sure Namjoon nor any of his friends were following you.

When you got there you met up with your friends quickly changing out into your other outfit. You put the clothes in the trunk before you got in the driving seat making your way to the racing line. You looked at your opponent. You had a wide smirk. You knew you could win this. You did every single night. And the money you had won for it helped you get the extra beauties that can with it. The wheels the neon lights the skimpy clothes. 

The girl came up throwing the flag down and you both took off. The other car was fast you would admit but nothing compared to your beauty. You raced around the city fast. Everything was going smooth. You were winning the other car was in the back. But then suddenly you saw cop lights. 

“SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!” You cursed loudly hitting the wheel in frustration. The other car took a detour going back to the starting place you assumed but you had no time to think about it as the cop drew in on you it was obvious he knew how to drive and you weren’t getting away. 

Groaning you ended up stopping a few blocks away in an abandoned parking lot. You put the car in park turning it off as you waited for the policeman to come to you. You had your head down playing with your thumbs so you didn’t see him look in the car. You heard a tap on your window and from the corner of your eye you saw fingers beckoning you to come outside. You rolled your eyes stepping out your car looking up at the police officer your eyes widening big as you leaned against the door. 

“Y-yoongi?!” You squeaked with a blush as the orange hair male stood in front of you just as shock before his eyes was filled with anger. Yoongi was Namjoon’s best friend. He was always with him when he wasn’t working. 

“—?!?! What the fuck are you doing?” He yelled a neck vein popping out at you. You just wanted to lick it. 

“J-just hanging out.” You said with a small giggle looking down at him. 

“Don’t play fucking dumb with me –! WERE YOU RACING!?” He asked jerking  your chin up making you look him in the eyes. He looked all over your body taking in your outfit. You shook your head not answering him. 

“Fine. I guess I’ll just have to call you in.” He said with a sigh backing from you going to his car. 

“N-NO PLEASE!” You squealed grabbing his wrist. “Namjoon would kill me and they would take the car and I would be grounded for ever Yoongi you know how he is!” You whined. Yoongi smirked licking his lips as he looked over you. 

“Well.. I guess I could let you go this once.. But it’ll cost you.” He said deeply as he looked at you in your eyes. 

“H-how much??” You asked him about to turn around to reach for your wallet. 

“No no baby girl..” Yoongi chuckled as he pressed you against the car his chest flush against your back. 

“I don’t want your money.. I want you..” He said slowly making you heard every single word he said. He leaned down sucking a spot under your ear and you let a wanton moan slip past your lips. 

“Are you going to do this compromise for me. Or do I need to call you in??” He asked rubbing his hands over your exposed skin. You bit your bottom lip thinking about his offer. He was your brother’s friend.. But he was so damn hot.. And you never got to be alone with him Namjoon made sure of it. 

“F-fine.. But you promise no one will know?” You asked softly as he grabbed your hand leading you to his car. He opened the backseat door slowly. 

“No one will know now baby get in.” He said watching you. You got into the backseat of the car. 

When you got in Yoongi got in behind you slamming the door before he roughly pushed you down under him on the seat attacking your lips with a heated kiss. 

You moaned as you kissed him back trying to keep your lips in sync with his groaning softly when he roughly grabbed your hair. Yoongi bit on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue in your mouth sucking on your wet muscle as he started to rut his clothed hips against your clothed pussy. He sucked on your tongue into you were dizzy from lack of air pulling away to let you breathe. 

“Your a bad girl –. Leaving the house and lying about it. Studying my ass. Out here exposing something I want to all these men. Only I CAN look at this.” He said biting down hard on your collarbone making you release a yelp. 

“Y-you n-never said you wanted it!” You moaned out pulling at his locks. He was making you so wet with everything he did and he just started. 

“Please —. You saw how I looked at you because you looked at me the same way. But that’s ok. I will make sure you know who you belong too.” He said with a growl. 

He gave you a wicked smirk before he slipped the handcuff from his back pocket handcuffing one wrist before he slide it under the door that had you grabbed onto to shut the door before he handcuffed your other wrist.

You bit your lips as he let his hands roam over your body starting to rut his hips back against you driving you crazy. His hands groped your breast over your shirt his hands trailing down your stomach making you whine and tremble softly. 

Yoongi smirked lifting your skirt slapping the outside of your left thigh.He leaned down kissing your lips again as his hand pushed up your top before he roughly snagged your bra down pinching and twisting your nipples with his rough calloused hands. 

“Y-yoongi-ahh please!” You were starting to whimper already and he smirked sucking hickeys into your neck as he palmed your breast squeezing them together. 

“What do you want?” He asked trailing kisses down to your left nipple softly licking around your areola. He teased you giggling when he felt you suck in breath sharply. He closed his mouth around your nipple sucking it harshly as he flicked his fingers across your right nipple. He sucked harder before he let it trailing lazy kisses to your right nipple biting down hard on the flesh pulling a yelp from your lips. 

You rolled your hips up trying to feel more of him as he kissed down your body sucking at your belly button. He raised your skirt up as he pressed your legs wide looking down at your soaked panties. 

“My my.. It seems you like this shit don’t you?” Yoongi asked as he leaned down sniffing you. He groaned a shudder running through him as he slowly licked your wet spot. He softly nibble on the fabric before pulling the panties off of your body. 

He opened your pussy lips wide licking his lips before he licked up and down your vulva before he attacked your clit with his mouth roughly sucking at the bud. He pushed two fingers into you at the same time not letting you adjust as he pounded them into you. 

“-AHH~ Y-yoongi!” You moaned bucking your hips up feeling to good from his mouth. He sucked harder moaning as he curled his fingers into you pushing them faster. You let moans and whimpers slip past your lips as you bucked your hips up madly. 

Yoongi smirked pulling from you as he sucked on his fingers staring you in the eyes. He soon let his fingers go as he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants pulling out his rather well endowed cock stroking it as he watched you. 

“Do you want me to fuck you? Hard and raw right here?” Yoongi ask as he slowly rubbed his head up and down your slit making himself wetter as he watched you. He bared his teeth together trying not to just pound into you until you said you wanted it. 

“Y-Yes.. P-please Yoongi fuck me.” You moaned softly with a small wink. Yoongi slammed into you instantly grabbing your hips to hold you down as he drove himself in and out of you. 

You cried out in pleasure and in pain it’s been so long since you fucked and even your first wasn’t this size. You could feel everything from his cock inside of you and he grazed your walls perfectly. 

Yoongi started to grind his hips into you as he fondled your breast keeping eye contact with you as he drove into your heat without mercy. You were so sure the car was rocking from how powerful his thrusts was. You moaned out throwing your head back jerking on the cuffs as you felt your toes curl. 

All you could hear in the car was his radio going off with different officers making different statements his moans and grunts, your mewls and his balls slapping against your skin. It sounded to fucking perfect. It drove you to cloud nine. 

“T-touch me.” You said through half lidded eyes as you felt yourself getting close to a release. 

Yoongi nodded his head trailing one hand down to your clit letting the pads of his thumb slide over it your juices panting his finger. You threw your head back once again letting it rest against the seat as you moaned and cried out for him. 

“That’s right my good little slut. Moan it out for me.” Yoongi said with a chuckle as he leaned over you kissing you sloppily. He felt himself coming close to an orgasm. He bit harshly on your bottom lip fucking you so hard his legs shook as he drove into you. 

“Y-YOONGI!” You shouted out in a strangled moan. He felt yourself release all over him as you rode out your orgasm. He threw his head back moaning your name over and over as he filled you up with his cum. 

Your body shook from the pleasure as he stilled his hips making you take all he had to give. He panted a bit kissing you again once last time. He gave you a smirk as he held the keys to the handcuffs in your face. 

“What did you learn?” He asked you softly brushing the hair from your face. 

“To always make sure your on patrol before I race.” You said winking at him.

Chaser!Newt x Keeper!Slytherin!Reader

Prompt: Requests are open?? Yeeeeyy! Can u please do a Newt X Slytherin reader fluff again? But this time can u featuring a quidditch match of Newt as the chaser, and the slytherin girl was either playing on the opposite team or cheering for him? That’s up to you;) but just newt, chaser, Fluff!! Ahhhh can’t wait!! from the lovely @onesimariltorulethemall;

Word Count: 1360;

Warnings: none;

A/N:  Haha, y’all know I can never back down from some competitivity! Again, I’m extremely sorry about the hiatus, you can find a detailed explanation and update right here. I hope you’ll enjoy!

Originally posted by elenarinya

“Excuse me!” The voice of a Muggle distinguishes itself from the seemingly constant humming of the city. It just so happens that the aforementioned Muggle is the one who, mere seconds earlier, tripped over your companion’s case just as you were trying to blend in the crowd gathered in front of the bank.

Naturally- and quite unfortunately, the kerfuffle around you and Newt drew the attention of the woman who had been keeping the sea of people so hooked to her words.

“You, friend! What drew you to our meeting today?” She speaks directly to the wizard sitting right by your side. Newt, quite startled by the attention he’s granted, visibly stumbles over his words.

“Oh… I was just… passing…” Just as you were planning a clever way to cut him off, the woman addresses him.

“Are you a seeker? A seeker after truth?” The woman presses; in a moment of temporary silence, you can swear you heard your heartbeat- or was it Newt’s? Either way, you cannot hold back the smile as you can virtually predict his answer. A few years of traveling together come with one’s mannerisms rubbing off on the other.

“I’m more of a Chaser, really.” He replies, the shadow of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. And it is prompted by those words that moments later, your mind is enraptured by a whirlwind of memories, taking you all the way back into your Hogwarts years.

“And Slytherin’s Keeper, (Y/N)(L/N)!” The host’s booming voice echoes through the Quidditch Pitch. You fly in, steadily gripping your broom.

You’d have liked nothing more than to have the confidence to say that this game was going to be easy. However, the Hufflepuffs had an incredibly good team this year. You were told countless times to watch out for their newest Chaser, late bloomer Newton Scamander. He seemed to be the Golden Boy on Hufflepuff’s team. From what you had heard, their Seeker was painfully close to being decent, as well.

In other words, you had to be extremely careful- the Quidditch Cup was at stake, after all.

You watched from above as the Captains shook hands before you all took your positions. With baited breath, you waited for the moment your teacher would unleash the enchanted little beasts. Your hands were secured on your broom, your knuckles starting to whiten from the urgency with which you were gripping it.

When the teacher did finally release the Quaffle, the Bludgers and the Snitch, you immediately switched into game mode. Your eyes were set only on the approaching members of the opposing team as you tried to block their advances.

However, over the course of the match, the Quaffle did slip past your form multiple times, and the Hufflepuffs managed to score. With each Quaffle you missed, you promised yourself you weren’t going to let another one slip. The blasted Hufflepuff Chaser really was good.

Time passed, the scores raised and the Snitch was still nowhere to be found. You were starting to grow weary. Positioning yourself in front of the middle hoop, you straightened up and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. When you opened them up, you weren’t faced with a very pleasant sight.

The Golden Boy of the Hufflepuff team was getting dangerously close to the hoops. Your eyes followed the Quaffle being passed from Chaser to Chaser, skillfully watching the developments. Just then, you heard another Hufflepuff shout a warning to Scamander- he turned around just in time to dodge a speeding Bludger. However, as he did so, your attention quickly diverted from the incoming Quaffle to the rushing Bludger now mere feet away from you and your instincts kicked in.

Your hands yanked the broom upwards and in a matter of seconds, a lot of things happened.

The first one was Newt Scamander throwing the Quaffle in the loop you just flew over. The second was the Bludger hitting the back of your broom with immense force. The third was in close relation to the second; one could think of it as the flower child of the second occurrence and Newton- not Scamander, but Isaac. You were plummeting to the ground.

There was a fourth thing, but that went pretty much unnoticed- Hufflepuff’s Seeker caught the Snitch before yours did, promptly ending the game.

However, the game wouldn’t have lasted for long as it is, because now a very shell-shocked (Y/N)(L/N) was headed straight for the ground, with Scamander hot on their tail.

You fell, and as soon as he registered it, he steered his broom in your direction. He didn’t manage to catch you in time, though- the pull of the Earth was too strong. Thankfully, there were people specifically prepared for this type of situation- one of them being the referee. She fired off a quick spell just when you were about two feet from the ground, freezing you in the air.

Newt almost collapsed head-first. It took him all his strength (which wasn’t little) to be able to safely land.

From that moment on, an argument begun.

Your team was trying to argue that someone jinxed your broom or the Bludger. Newt was trying to get the referee to call for a rematch. The other Hufflepuffs were rightfully trying to knock some sense into the Slytherins. And you? You were doing your best not to punch the Beater who stupidly aimed for Scamander just when he was in front of the loops to a pulp.

Half an hour later, though, the situation cleared. The Hufflepuffs would have won even if that goal wouldn’t have scored- they did catch the Snitch. Newt was relentless in his attempts to get a rematch, saying the Snitch was caught after you fell and other points that did make sense- sadly, they fell on deaf ears.

The only thing that made him calmed down was you going up to him and managing to shut him up, despite not knowing the next thing about each other.

You went back into the locker room, showered, changed, cursed and moped over your broom for a bit before leaving to get what would hopefully be a nap back in the Common Room. Just as you were leaving, however, you heard your name beckoned by a velvety voice. You turned, only to see the teen of the hour.

“Scamander.” You greeted. “What’s up?”

“Hey… How are you feeling?” He asked, skidding to a stop and brushing one hand through his hair. You had to give it to him, though, he was pretty handsome. Well-built but lean at the same time, his hair was dripping wet and his eyes were glowing from the excitement that seemed to perpetually flood him.

“I’m fine, thanks.” You warmly smiled at him. “My broom, however- she’s not doing nice.”

She?” He perked up, looking amused by the affectionate way you thought of your broom.

“Yeah. Problem?” You tease, waiting to see what his reaction was going to be.

“Me? I’d never.” He playfully quips, raising his eyebrows and his arms in surrender.

“Good to know.” You reply. “Thanks, by the way.” You start, pausing for a second to clear your throat. “It was nice of you to- you know.” You add, gesturing to show how he zoomed after your falling self. “Although I didn’t really need any help, it was refreshing. Thanks.”

“Hey, no problem.” He replies, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he smiles. “So, would you want to grab a Butterbeer? In honour of your fallen broom. She was very brave.” He asks, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his trousers, trying to put on a stoic mask.

“I’d love to.” You beam. “Just let me drop my gear in the Common Room, alright?”

“Alright. See you in ten at the front gate?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“Make it fifteen; I need to hit the bathroom.”

“Fifteen it is, then.” He laughs.

As you were heading for the castle, it was that laugh of his that locked a smile on your face, broom shattered into pieces and all.

You really couldn’t wait to find out more about Newt Scamander.

A/N: Haha, I just had to come back to the local Cinnabun, didn’t I? On that note, I still haven’t ever had a cinnabun from Starbucks- I’m working on it.

As always, let me know if you enjoy, if you want to be tagged, if you have any other requests or literally anything else?? I always love chatting with y’all! My askbox is right here, open for everyone- the anon is on, everything cool (tags are under the read more).

(can you tell the need for asks is real bc you should)

Hope you enjoyed this little thing! Love, always.

Willow x

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Affection (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Mycroft X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: Past neglect, fighting, mentions of dating older people

Request: Could you do a Mycroft x Daughter reader, were Mycroft’s daughter gets into another fight at school (Maybe sense she’s not getting any attention from her dad cause he’s always working) and Myc tries to make up for lost time? LOVE YOU BTW!

Originally posted by imaginemycroftholmes

Your childhood was bitter to say the least. Your father was there, but also wasn’t. He lived in the same house as you, yet he only saw you once a day for a short time if you were lucky, and all that time consisted of was looking what you were doing to make sure you were not causing trouble, messing your hair to show some sort of affection, and then leaving.

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pros and cons

Originally posted by ew-wonho

◇ In which the line between pros and cons is awfully blurred.

◇ Hyungwon x reader

◇ gang!au

◇ requested by: @got-7bangtan-boys; (((: I would like to request a Monsta X Hyungwon Gang!au 😍


Hyungwon had always had the worst habit of showing up at the completely wrong time. He never meant to - well, at least you think so - but he consistently managed to appear whenever you dearly wanted him not to.

The date is the 31st of December, and as tradition, your family gathered at your house to celebrate the coming of the new year - and by family, I mean family. That included the distant cousins, twice removed, the eccentric aunts that only visited 1 every 5 years, and that one drunk uncle who’s never seen sober.

You sit around the coffee table with a few members of your family, sipping at some soda because apparently, you’re too young to be drinking alcohol! (Which, ironically, was told to you by that one drunk uncle you mentioned earlier).

Music played softly in the background, chatter filling the air comfortably. You don’t bother trying to get into conversations, finding them rather dull and uninteresting. You were content with just listening and judging - but as soon as the topic moves from your grandfather’s new lawn mower to relationships, you want more than ever to jump up from the couch and take refuge in your bedroom.

Should the attention ever shift from your five marriages in great aunt to you, what were you to say? You were a terrible liar, yet revealing to your family that your boyfriend was the infamous Hyungwon, a part of the inner circle of the notorious gang Monsta X, didn’t seem like a good conversation starter.

Especially since the mere mention of Monsta X could darken any mood. Everybody in this city was well aware of who they were - and although there were a lot of mixed opinions about them, everybody could agree that Monsta X were extremely dangerous and rightfully feared.

On one hand, they did protect the city to an extent. No other gang stepped foot on their territory, and if any innocent citizen was wrongfully hurt by another gang you could guarantee they wouldn’t live to see another day. On the other hand, however, Monsta X were a gang. They dealed, they stole, and they definitely killed - though never innocent people. You made Hyungwon promise that. Your family could confidently swear that Monsta X were the scum of the earth - which was quite awkward, obviously.

“-and what about you, _____?” Your cousin’s voice pulls you back to the surface, and you’re suddenly aware of the whole group’s eyes on you. You almost cough up your soda at the unwanted attention, raising your eyebrows cluelessly.

“What were we talking about?” You all but sqeak, eyes darting about frantically. You know exactly what they’re talking about, but maybe the subject will change from relationships to the deficiency of your attention span?

But no luck - the same cousin scoffs playfully, rolling her eyes at you as she teases, “Do you have a secret plus one?”

It’s as if everything slows down. You try to prevent your eyes from widening and that stupid smile that always grows on your face when you lie from appearing, and you’re sure you’re about to sassily reply with a that’s none of your business but you’re not completely stupid - your delayed reaction seems to catch the attention of the other aunts and cousins and grandmothers around the coffee table, and you’re sure they’re about to call you out, when suddenly the door bell rings.

“I’ll get it!” You call hurriedly, ignoring the suspicious looks on your relatives’ faces and running out of the living room. Relief fills your body like a bathtub being filled with water, and by the time you’re pulling open your front door, you’re positively beaming - that is, until you fully register the man standing in front of you.

Hyungwon stares back at you expectantly, mask pulled over the bottom half of his face and naturally sleepy-looking eyes piercing your own. You choke on your own breath as you realise that he’s standing right in front of you, metres away from your family and metres away from ensuring his death because you were seriously about to kill him for coming here-

“Who is it, ____?” You hear somebody shout to you. You stutter on your words, drawing your eyes away from Hyungwon to yell back into them.

“N-nobody!” You assure, “Must’ve been some kids playing pranks.”

And then your head is snapping to Hyungwon in milliseconds and you’re stepping outside quietly, shutting the door behind you.

“What are you doing?” You hiss, grabbing his wrist and pulling him so that you didn’t stand directly in front of your door - which, with its glass windows, you could easily be seen from. “You couldn’t have picked a better time? My whole family is here, Hyungwon-”

“And I’m sorry about that, princess,” he begins quietly, pulling his mask down slightly so that he could speak clearly. You realise, with a start, that his bottom lip is cut, dried blood sitting just on top of it - and, now that you look closer, he’s definitely clutching his side more desperately than any normal person would - and is that a limp-?

“-but I couldn’t go anywhere else.”

“What happened to you?” You gasp, hands coming up to cup his paler-than-usual face gently, turning him this way and that to inspect him. “Baby, are you alright?”

“Deal gone wrong,” Hyungwon coughs, his head bowing to rest on your shoulder, “Shownu dealt with them, but our hideout was compromised so we were ordered to stay under the radar until Shownu finds another place…”

“Do you want me to bring you to your apartment?” You ask worriedly.

He shakes his head. “Not yet - I don’t have a First Aid kit, I can’t go to hospitals-”

You bite your lip, thinking desperately about how you’d sneak Hyungwon in to tend to his wounds - you couldn’t go in through the back garden, because the kids were playing there and there was no doubt that they’d snitch. Your bedroom was on the second floor, and the windows were on the front and side of the house.

“Wait here,” you order Hyungwon, who only nods, a pained expression on his face, and collapses onto the wall that separated your garden from your neighbour’s.

As quick as you possibly can, you pull open your front door and begin sprinting up the stairs. You’re glad that there doesn’t seem to be many people on the second floor - only your shady stoner cousin who’s camping it out in the bathroom - you dart into your room, making sure to lock the door after.

One of the perks of having extremely safe parents - the retractable metal ladder kept in your room at all times in case of a fire. Lord knows how many times you’ve used it to sneak out, but for once you’re actually using it for something important.

Wasting no time, you unlock your window and throw the end of the ladder down, fastening the other end to your bed. You stick your head out the window, looking to your left at your back garden to make sure no-one was watching. When you were sure that none of your evil cousins were snooping, you beckon loudly - “Hyungwon! This way!”

His eyes snap open from where he’s resting on the wall, and he begins to stumble down the side of your house, hands grasping the metal and beginning to haul himself up with a strained grunt.

“Are you okay?” You call softly, leaning outside the window. “Can you get up, or is it too hard-?”

“I’ve been through worse, sweetheart,” Hyungwon manages to smile up at you, though you can see right through him. He’s in pain, but he’s obviously well capable of reaching your window, because in less than a minute he’s collapsing into your bedroom with a groan.

“On the bed, on the bed!” You fuss, helping guide him to lay down, frantically undoing his hoody to take a peek at the wound on his torso. “Oh, my God - Hyungwon-!”

“’M fine,” he coughs tiredly, watching lazily as you rush around, preparing your First Aid kit and cleansing alcohol and bandages and stitching materials. “Just patch me up, will you?”

You don’t answer, mind completely transforming to your more professional, medical-graduate self as you take a seat beside your bed and begin. Hyungwon shuts his eyes, hand gripping your thigh tightly, only hissing when an alcohol-dipped cotton pad meets his ripped skin.

His breathing is laboured now; luckily, the bullet didn’t damage any organs or anything minorly important, but he still required stitches. The amount of times this must’ve happened for him to be so comfortable with a needle piercing his skin time and time again makes you feel vaguely scared for his health-

Three knocks on the door barely stop your stitching process, but the panic welling up inside of you is hard to mask from your face. You’re wincing as you try as hard as you can to not give away the fact that Hyungwon’s in your room.

“_____?” Your mother’s voice is muffled through the door, but it doesn’t ease your nerves at all - in fact, your hands are shaking with the pure tension in the room as you continue to stitch Hyungwon up, and you pray you won’t give yourself away when you answer her-

“Y-yeah?” You call back. Despite the slight wave in your voice, you’re proud that you were able to get out a single sentence without bursting into laughter - which is what you did when you lied. Needless to say, lying wasn’t your strong point.

“Aunt Dev just arrived… she’s wondering where you are, honey-”

“I’m not feeling too well,” you answer, making your voice a bit more frail and weak - for realism. “I’ll come down in a minute, though-”

“You’re not feeling well?” Your mother sounds incredulous. “You were fine just 30 minutes ago. Let me take a look at you.”

Your eyes widen, and Hyungwon has already gone completely still in suspense. Your room is a mess, littered with bloody cotton pads and bandages and medical equipment, not to mention the fully grown man laying on your bed with a hole in his side - which, by the way, you haven’t stopped working on, and is almost completely closed. Just one more minute…

“Wait a second,” you say after a few seconds, finishing up stitching. Like a shot, you’re taking every piece of equipment you used and shoving it under your bed - you beckon Hyungwon with your hand, pointing to your wardrobe with such desperation that he doesn’t even complain with pain when he sits up and tip-toes into your closet, closing the door firmly yet quietly behind himself as you go to answer your mother.

“You look fine to me,” your mother tsks, ignoring your weak protests and grabbing your wrist, “Just come and say hi.”

You end up being forced to stay downstairs for the next few hours, and by time you run upstairs to check on Hyungwon, he’s nowhere to be found.


“So you’re telling me that he hasn’t contacted you since?” Rosè confirms, taking a long gulp of coffee, a calculating look in her eyes. You nod, running a hand over your hair.

“It’s been two weeks,” you sigh quietly, “He isn’t returning my calls, he isn’t calling me, and I have no idea if he’s okay or not-”

You break off uncertainly, eyes glancing down at your drink and then to the silvery rain that trails down the cafè window. You wonder where he is, if he’s among the hectic traffic, if he’s found shelter in the dreary rain of today. If he’s thinking of you.

Rosè must sense your worry, because she places a perfectly manicured hand on top of yours, eyes soft. “I’m sure he’s fine, sweetie.”

You nod gratefully, but your mind is still completely focused on the tall, brunette man. Rosè’s face contorts in pity, and she absentmindedly pats your hand, biting her lip in regret.

“Listen,” she begins softly, as if trying to ease you into something. “I have to get to work, but before I leave, I want you to think about this. Any relationship that makes you this worried isn’t good for you, and I want you to be happy, okay?”

Her words jolt you. You had never considered… leaving Hyungwon… Maybe a break or two, but imagining life without him already makes the growing ache in your chest more painful, and it must show.

Rosè sighs, sympathy pulling at the edges of her expression as she stands, pushing in her chair gently. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

You smile weakly in response, lifting your hand in a meagre wave as she bustles out of the shop, pulling her hood over her amber locks and joining the faceless blur of people that pass you by. Her absence leaves you with your own thoughts, and you’re glad you decided to come to the cafè today because if you had been in your room alone the sheer pressure of your thoughts would drive you insane.

You begin to weigh the pros and cons carefully:

Pro number one: you love him. A lot.

Con number one: you love him. A lot.

What a coincidence.


Pro number two: he’s always there for me.

You stare at the scrawl of writing in your journal, tilting your head to the side. A frown is tugging at your eyebrows as you read the phrase over and over again, and in a mixture of complete anger and worry, you’re scribbling it out with frustration and replacing it;

Con number two: he’s never there for me.

You can’t believe you’re this hung up over a man - but it’s not just a man, your mind chastises, it’s Hyungwon. It seemed stupid and too dramatic and you felt like crying even though crying seemed like defeat to you, and you weren’t defeated. You wouldn’t let yourself be.

You’d like to think that you’re not as desperate as you actually are, too, and imagine a text from Hyungwon coming through - you fabricate the cool and suave reaction you have to it - not answering back, maybe, or rolling your eyes, scoffing not texting me for weeks and expecting a reply? Sure.

Completely unrealistic, really, because when you hear the familiar ding that only belonged to Hyungwon, you were flung into an anxious whirlwind on whether or not this was actually happening - and in the library, of all places.

Where are you?

You stare at the message, disappointment seeping through your pores. That’s it? Weeks without contact and the onky thing you receive is a measly message asking you where you were? But alas, you’re sense of judgement is skewed and against everything telling you not to, you type out a quick reply that you think has the right amount of I’m pissed at you and I hate you right now, so deal with it:


Minutes pass with you staring at your phone expectantly.

Go home.

You scoff. You’re seriously unimpressed right now.


You set down your phone and open the book that had your attention before you were interrupted. A handsome manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the diamond paned downstairs windows. Somewhere in the dark garden beyond the hedge a fountain was playing— Why wasn’t he replying..?

With a frustrated huff, you throw the book down. Damn him! You had been doing fine without thinking about him and he’s completely messed up your train of thought with a tiny message - you feel a sense of loss as you pack up your belongings, shooting the book you had been reading a longing look, but you know that you can’t read when you’re like this.

You spend at least 30 minutes waiting for a bus. Darkness is settling over the cerulean blue sky like an inky blanket, and because it’s Saturday the buses operate a different schedule, with buses more spread out throughout the day.

Normally, you’d curse the fact that you had to wait half an hour for a bus, but as you step on and are engulfed by the stuffy warmth that’s a stark contrast to the icy coldness outside, you don’t really care - especially as you realise that Hyungwon must want you for a reason, and then your mind starts wandering, and then you’re kinda dreading seeing him. Who knows what he’s gotten himself into now?

Were you - were you in danger? What if he was hurt again, but this time worse?


The house is still when you entered - which was to be expected, since your parents were at a wedding someplace up north - and you try to ignore how this was literally the start of every horror movie ever as you flick on the living room light, hoping to find your boyfriend and not a murderer.

Nobody. You huff, sliding your bag down your shoulder. Where was he?

You manoeuvre around the couch, pushing the door to the kitchen open slightly to check if anyone was there quickly. Nobody, again, and nobody in the dining room, the downstairs and upstairs bathroom, and you even check your parents’ bedroom before you come to your own.

And sure enough, there he is.

He’s sitting on your bed stiffly, donned in his signature tight leather jeans and black t-shirt - looking more uncomfortable than you’ve ever seen him - and when you push open the door and walk in he hops up with the most relieved expression on his handsome face, taking your forearms in his hands and pulling you to face him.

“Thank God,” Hyungwon sighs, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You can only stand, frozen, confusion written on your face and paralyzing you. Hyungwon doesn’t mind, though, and pulls back to take a good look at you, hand brushing over your hair and your cheek carefully - and that makes you snap.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You demand, pulling yourself away from him. Hyungwon’s brows furrow and he looks offended at your enquiry, opening his mouth to explain himself but you’re already cutting him off.

“You actually think that you can disappear for almost a month after coming to me with a bullet hole in your side and things will be normal?” You laugh humorlessly then, the sheer look of oblivion on his face confirming your accusation. “Hilarious, really. Look, just tell me why you’re here, and then leave.

“I left because I had to,” Hyungwon argues. You pay him no mind as you begin to shed your jacket, throwing it in your closet. Hyungwon’s hand clasps around your wrist and suddenly you’re yanked back to face him. “I did it for you!

“How?!” You cry, “By making me worry for your safety and not even sparing a text to say that you’re okay?”

“Jesus, Hyungwon,” you continue, pressing your palms into your eyes tiredly, “Even when you say everything’s fine I’m constantly worrying about you! You talk about bullet wounds and drug deals like they’re the most casual topics in the world! You - you’re never safe, and that’s what worries me!”

“I had to go,” Hyungwon presses, his voice getting quieter. This is his negotiating voice - you recognize it way too much from countless times that you’d fought with Hyungwon. Needless to say, he had a way with words that almost always made you falter in your path of rage. “_____, baby, listen to me, please…”

He takes your silence as a queue to go on.

“I never wanted to leave you, okay? But Shownu said that while everything is getting sorted we’re too vulnerable. People want us dead, okay? And I’m not letting you get hurt because of that.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t call or text,” Hyungwon finishes softly, and you suddenly realise how close he is, because you’re pressed up against his chest and his arms are instinctively wrapping around you. “That was a mistake. But things are better now.”

Silence engulfs the room as you evaluate his words. You were more than pissed off at him for not contacting you but if you were in his shoes, would you have done any better? After all, he was only trying to keep you safe the best way he knew how to, and it’s that fact that makes you sigh in defeat, giving up and letting your forehead rest against his chest.

“I’m forgiving you now,” you mutter, “But if this happens again…”

“It’s not going to,” Hyungwon states firmly, pulling back to face you. “I swear to you, sweetheart.”

And he leans in, interlocking his lips with yours and sending electricity bubbling throughout your body, sealing his promise with the most promising of kisses.

I Can Beat More Than Just A Bludger (Luhan x Reader)

Originally posted by baekthoven

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

Genre: Smut, HogwartsAU

Summary: After helping Gryffindor win the Quidditch Cup over Slytherin, Luhan pays you with a very generous reward.

A/N: Never written smut before, so tell me how I did! Open to all criticism!

Swish! Whoosh!

The cold chill of the billowing November wind made you shudder visibly on your broomstick as you dodged the black, devilish shape of a Bludger aiming at your head. You craned your neck to look at the scoreboard beside Professor McGonagall’s head.

Gryffindor – 30. Slytherin – 10.

You were in the lead.

The game had been going on for nearly thirty minutes and Luhan been losing his mind issuing orders, fervently watching the game, and keeping up with the Bludger’s whereabouts all at the same time. You’d tried to help him, instructing one of your Chasers named Wooyoung on how to dodge the Bludger when Luhan swiftly yelled at you to get back to finding the Snitch.

And now here you were, irritably glancing high and low for that tiny little golden ball. You weren’t exactly angry at Luhan; he was the one who’d even given you a chance to be on this team and it was up to you to eagerly prove to him he hadn’t made his decision out of vain. You’d heard from one of the other Chasers, Sehun, that Luhan had scraped you a spot on the team because he found you pretty hot, but you were more determined to prove Luhan’s impression of girls awry than hook up with him.

Though about that, though—

I mean, you couldn’t lie: you had had more dreams about Luhan than you could count. Where the two of you were darting after the Snitch together, resulting in your fingers locking simultaneously over the shiny metal before you shared a kiss in front of the whole school who had leapt from their seats to celebrate Gryffindor’s win. Then, Luhan would sweep you off your feet where you’d end up in his room and he’d slip off his robes and—

“(Y/N)! The Snitch! Get going!”

You snapped out of your daze to find yourself back in the whirlwind of the Quidditch game. Slytherin had just scored and you were about to fly head-on into one of the goalposts. Firmly biting your lip against the cold wind whipping against your face, you swiftly veered so you were now flying in the opposite direction and continued forth. Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin team’s opposing Seeker was also furtively searching high and low for the Snitch. He caught sight of you and sneered devilishly, stopping in his tracks when you two came in passing.

“What’s up there, Gryffindor? Too busy daydreaming about hair products to pay attention?”

“Shut up, Malfoy!” You absolutely could not stand that guy. His greasy blonde hair, his pointed rat-like face. Oh, how you wish you could just—

“Hey, hey!” Luhan came steering over to the two of you, looking furious. “Get back to the game, Malfoy and leave her alone!”

Malfoy glanced at Luhan, his face masked with cold fury, and then back at you. A malicious leer broke out on his face. “So this is what you were daydreaming about, huh?”

Your face obviously blanched, but you chose to ignore Malfoy. “Luhan, go find a Bludger before one those stupid Slytherins score!”
Luhan opened his mouth as if to protest and then shot a furtive angry look at Malfoy. The blonde boy merely sniggered in response before Luhan took off in the opposite direction, his ears glowing red.

“Your daydreams may not be too far off!” Malfoy called as he suddenly dove off ahead of you. “Looks like Lu was jealous!”

You looked back at Luhan, angrily staring ahead at the sea of green robes flapping through the sky. You couldn’t deny you’d thought Luhan had seemed a bit jealous, but it could’ve all been in your head.

“Ah, there it is!” came the commentator’s voice from the stands. “The glowing golden Snitch!”

You looked up. Glittering right above your head was the Snitch, its tiny wings flittering as if begging you to catch it. You darted up so fast you actually felt a bit dizzy and the Snitch flitted past your fingertips as you outstretched an arm.

“Come on,” you grunted, edging yourself forward on the broom as the Snitch madly flitted away. “Get over here!”


Malfoy breezed past, arm oustretched, and the Snitch, seemingly not wanting to be touched by Malfoy, zoomed above his head and soared in the opposite direction. You took off after it, the wind breathing harshly against your face as the goal posts and the stands were a completely blur. Judging from the commentary, you heard that Slytherin scored again and inferred that they were close to tying with you. If you got the Snitch right now, Slytherin would lose by 150 points.

A sudden nudge made you nearly fall off your broom and you found that Malfoy was right beside you, arm pushing against your ribs as he dived right after the Snitch along with you.

“You’re not gonna get it,” he muttered. “Just accept it. Your boyfriend’s going to be pissed.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you spat through gritted teeth. “He’s my captain!”

You and Malfoy both swiftly dived towards the ground where the Snitch was heading. You could hear his cold rich laugh ringing in your ears as you both outstretched your arms ready to catch it. The Snitch dove farther and farther towards the ground as you and Malfoy both swiftly descended towards it, the icy chill freezing both of your necks. You felt a smirk growing on your face: Malfoy was going to be an idiot. He was going to soar upwards, thinking the Snitch would do the same and you would catch it. You just knew it.

Pong! Slytherin scored once more. The two teams were now tied.

You inched closer and closer to the ground, your fingertips edging closer to the golden surface of the Snitch.

Come on, come on, come on…

Malfoy gave a loud, forceful grunt as he rose upwards, his blonde whipping in front of his eyes. You stayed right in place, waiting for your fingers to close around the surface of the Snitch.


A violent force thudded into your back and next thing you knew, you were suddenly jolted off the surface of your broom and hauled face-first in the mass of dirt below. Your whole body had crashed violently into the ground and your broom lay forgotten next to you. The crowds above gasped and screeched and Madam Hooch hoarsely blew her whistle. Next moment, you felt the rough thuds of feet all around you and suddenly two hands wrenched your shoulders and flipped you, so that the icy cold air was now blasting in your face. Your eyes screwed shut against the torrent of noise suddenly flung at you and it wasn’t until you felt a coarse something beating its wings passionately against your fingers, did you realize what was happening.


You popped open your eyes. The whole Gryffindor team was huddled over you, cheering and clapping with merriment. Sehun and Jongin, the other two Chasers were hugging tightly and Woohyun softly ruffled your hair. Your other fellow Beater and Keeper, Hyoyeon and Seulgi, graciously pulled you up in a sitting position and before you knew it, you were face-to-face with your captain Luhan. His blonde locks were waving exquisitely in the wind as he stared at you with his gentle, doe-eyed gaze.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded assuringly, brandishing a tender smile. “I’m all good.”

A broad smile broke out on his face so you could easily see his adorable dimples. “Excellent.” He took your hand to pull you up and you slowly climbed to your feet, the rest of the team slowly crowding around you two. Dumbledore descended the stands with the gleaming Quidditch Cup and the smile momentarily left Luhan’s face. He was gawking intensely at it as if he’d never seen anything more precious.

“To Gryffindor,” Dumbledore handed Luhan the Cup and he beamed, pompously. He took the precious metal into his hands, feeling it, running his eyes all over it as if it could disappear from sight at any moment. And then before you could prepare, Luhan turned to you and took you into his arms, eyes glittering with joy, and lifted you off your feet. Your arms automatically draped around his shoulders as he heaved you high in the air, staring gingerly into your eyes.

Then, with speed quicker than a bolt of lightning, he found himself tediously pressing his lips against your own.

Your mind went blank for at least half a minute; all you seemed to focus on was the feeling of Luhan’s lips moving soundlessly against yours, kissing you so sweetly your head seemed to be spin. His strong arms held you still in the air as he captured your lips over and over again, making you feel like a puddle of dense goo. You kissed him back just as eagerly, never wanting the moment to end.

“Good job,” Malfoy’s cold, drawling voice suddenly filled your ear. “I bet that won’t matter to your lot at home. Being a Mudblood at all.”

Luhan’s lips quickly seceded from yours as he listlessly set you down, watching as Malfoy’s eyes twinkled with malice.

“I told you to leave her alone,” he growled.

“And I believe she told you to mind your own business!” Malfoy spat, contemptuously. “Then again, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t listen to a Mudblood—”

You quickly leapt forward as Luhan made to punch Malfoy, dropping the Cup and drawing back his fist.

“Luhan, no,” you whispered gently in his ear, placing your hands on his shoulders. “The professors are watching.”

Luhan’s eyes briefly flickered up towards Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall who were too busy chatting to notice the commotion beneath them.

“Later,” he growled, staring menacingly at Malfoy. “Later I’ll get you.”

“Sure,” Malfoy grunted and he swept off, taking extra care to roughly clash into your shoulder as he went.

“Malfoy’s such a rotten little—”


One of Luhan’s eyebrows hitched amusingly and you giggled at his puzzled expression.

“A what?”

“I don’t even know. He looks like an egg, but he’s pale like a wipe so—”

“Good one,” Luhan smirked as he joyously picked up the Cup from the ground. Despite the tracks of mud and dirt littered beneath you, the Cup was completely spotless. “You did great out there. Not to be sexist, but I told Sehun I was a bit worried about a girl joining a team full of boys.”

“Oh no,” you faked a tone of understanding, “not sexist at all.”

“No, really,” Luhan’s tone had suddenly turned very solemn. “I didn’t mean to be mean, I just–”

“Doubted my talent cause I was a girl?”

Luhan licked his lips nervously. “No. I—honestly I was trying to protect you. Sehun can be a real skeez sometimes, I swear.”

“Protect me?” you said, sharply. “Do you not think I can protect myself?”

“Well, with that fiery attitude I know you can,” Luhan teased, playfully. “But you didn’t show that at tryouts. It wasn’t until you punched Sehun for hitting on Wendy during our first practice, did I know I wouldn’t have much to worry about.”

You felt yourself smiling a little at his words, even though you’d tried to shamelessly hide it. “So…” Your memory flashed back to the kiss. “When did you know you had feelings for me?”

“Oh,” Luhan reached a hand back to scratch at his nape. “Uh…a few months ago.”

“Months ago?” You’d only been on the Quidditch team for two whole months now. “When, in fifth year?”

Luhan nodded, sheepishly. “That’s why I was really happy when you tried out. And not only that, but you were good too. You’re the best Seeker I’ve seen in a while.”

“So you just like me ‘cause I’m a good Seeker?” you teased watching as Luhan’s face dawned red.

“N-No. Y-You’re really p-pretty too, actually. I dunno if anyone’s ever told you that, but—”

You quickly silenced the last few of his words by swiftly placing your lips back against his, fixing your hands upon his shoulders. He responded immediately, kissing you back sweetly as his hands landed on your hips.

“No one’s actually ever told me that,” you whispered once the two of you broke apart, “but thanks.”

“Party back in the common room!” Wooyoung suddenly yelled, pumping his fist in the air. “Let’s go!” Luhan’s sudden confession had nearly made you forget about Gryffindor’s recent win. Heart bursting with excitement, you quickly followed Luhan off the pitch, promptly locking fingers with him as the two of you trailed through the grass. The Gryffindors were ecstatic the whole way back, screaming and jeering at the Slytherins who in turn grimaced in response. Woohyun and Sehun couldn’t stop giggling and smiling the whole way back, but you and Luhan remained quiet, merely feeling the softness of each other’s skin as you continued on. Occasionally his hand would slip from your grasp and accidentally scrape against your inner thigh or splay against the small of your back, but you paid no mind to it as you all neared the entrance of the castle. The Gryffindors all pooled into the entrance hall and filed up the stairs to the common room, but while on the second floor staircase, a flight down from where the Gryffindors were now trailing up, he quickly clasped your hand and dragged you towards the nearest portrait hole. After listlessly murmuring the password, he quickly dragged you down the corridor which was completely empty.

“Luhan, where are we—”

You didn’t finish your sentence as Luhan suddenly slammed you against one of the classroom doors and planted his mouth right back against yours. You found yourself responding immediately, arms folding around his nape as his mouth greedily sought yours. His tongue slipped inside quicker than you’d expected and you lashed yours against his, listening as he groaned recklessly.

His mouth trailed down to your neck, sending a trail of heat along with it, as his lips sucked at the sensitive skin. You instinctively pressed your legs together as he pressed his body right up against yours, nipping and licking at your earlobe. It’d always been a sensitive spot of yours and how Luhan had discovered it so quickly was beyond you.

“I want you,” he muttered. “I want to show you I can beat more than just a Bludger.”

Your hand quickly found the cold metal of the doorknob and you twisted it open, barely hearing the soft creak over Luhan’s heavy pants in your ear. Your legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist, your arms enveloping his neck and your lips pressing gently against his robe-clad shoulders. Never would you have expected this. Not even in your wildest, wettest dreams.

Luhan charged into the room and you heard the door quickly shut. He gently laid you down on one of the first tables he saw and latched his mouth back onto yours; both of your tongues collided roughly and his hand ran down your hip, the other cupping your covered breast. You could feel him grinding against you, his pants heatedly rubbing against your concealed core and you whimpered in need. Luhan kissed you harder in response and massaged your breast again. You could tell he wanted nothing more than to strip you.

“Luhan,” you whispered his name as he suddenly hauled himself off of you. He grabbed the ends of his Quidditch robes and drew them over his head, flinging them to the other side of the room. You smiled devilishly at the sight of his firm, built abs; there was a thin line of sweat running from the valley of his chest and you caught sight of the obvious erection protruding from his pants.

“(Y/N),” he murmured, eyes glistening with need as your hands immediately latched onto his pants. “I want you.”

“I never said you couldn’t have me,” you muttered, tugging down his pants to reveal his gray boxers. You threw the pants aside as Luhan began his assault on your own clothing. Your robes were swiftly pulled over your head and cast aside. Luhan took in the sight of your body, watching as the sweat from earlier ran down your stomach.

“God, you’re beautiful. I never expected you to look this good.”

“Is that a compliment?” you teased, watching as he playfully smiled at you.

“Yes,” he quickly pecked your lips, “it is.”

His hand went down to cup your covered core and his mouth traveled down to your bra-clad chest, letting his tongue run in between the valley of your breasts, tasting your soft, warm skin. You arched your back as his hand ran feverishly up your spine, his fingers wasting no time to grasp the buckle of your bra. He undid it in no time and threw it aside, his eyes sparkling madly at the sight of your round, supple breasts. You whimpered helplessly as he took one of them into his mouth, his tongue swirling passionately around the nipple.

You grabbed impatiently at your pants, quickly unzipping them and tugging them listlessly down your legs as Luhan grinded firmly against you. Pants long gone, he slipped his hand beneath your underwear, finger quickly grazing your clit. You shuddered against him as he tenderly kissed you, rubbing his fingers slowly against your sex.

“Luhan,” you gasped, throwing your head back as his pace increased.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he whispered in your ear. “Am I making my baby feel good?”

You responded by kissing him again, your hand traveling down his stomach towards his member. You brushed your fingers against his boxers and it was his turn to moan this time; a rich, deep moan that reverberated in the caverns of your mouth. You let out a soft gasp as one of his fingers curled inside of you.

“You like that?” He pumped his finger rapidly in and out of you, making you bite your lip in need as you wanted nothing more than to feel his length sliding inside of you. “Do you want more?”

“I want you,” you whispered, greedily. “I want your cock.”

Luhan swiftly pulled down his boxers and your eyes fell upon his length. It was a lot bigger than you’d expected, but you were perfectly content with that. You ran your hand along his shaft, eliciting a few stifled groans and allowed your fingers to curl around it, stroking it softly.

Luhan’s lips suddenly broke from your own and began sweeping down your body, pressing chaste kisses against every inch of skin exposed. He reached your panties and his eyes seemed to glitter mischievously as his fingers hooked around the edges. He latched his mouth onto the covered lips of your wetness, licking and teasing the concealed skin. You gasped at the feeling of his wet tongue running along your panties, which you undoubtedly knew were soaked to the core.

Without having to ask, Luhan tugged down your underwear, throwing them aside in the pile of clothes in the corner of the room, and let his tongue brush against your free clit. The feeling of his mouth plus the cool air of the room on your core seemed to drive you wild. You threw your head back, tangling your fingers in Luhan’s hair as his tongue ran up and down your folds, pressing flat against your clit and flicking furtively at your lips.

“You taste so good, baby. Just as good as I expected.”

He seemed to really be enjoying it; letting his tongue explore the wet caverns of your core and sucking gently at your clit. It wasn’t until you were dripping wet and lining his lips with your wetness did he finally break away from you. He grabbed his length in his hand, pressing it softly against your burning sex.

“How bad do you want me?”

You grinded helplessly against him, trying to push yourself onto his cock, but he placed a hand firmly on your hip to stop you.

“How bad do you want me?” he repeated, eyes glowing dangerously.

“R-Really bad,” you moved your hips in circles now despite his tight grip, allowing your clit to somewhat circle his tip, eliciting a whole new wave of pleasure. “God, just fuck me, Luhan.”

And that he did. He slowly entered you, allowing a little bit more than just the tip to sink into your core and you let your head fall back again, letting out a long, rich moan. Luhan grunted under his breath as he pumped in and out of you at a slow, gentle pace. You watched as his length became coated with your wetness as he drove deeper inside of you, breaths coming out in harsh pants. He began to speed up, tightly gripping your waist as his head fell in the crook of your neck. Your hands ran and up and down his back, gripping at his spine as he went harder and harder, driving you closer to the brink of orgasm.

“Just like that,” you whispered. “Just like that—don’t stop.”

He didn’t stop. He went harder. He lifted himself up and stared deep into your eyes, groaning as the heat of his orgasm began to reach him.

Eyebrows knotted together in a thin line, he looked you straight in the eye as he murmured, “I think I’m gonna cum.”

You nodded, feeling that familiar feeling in your stomach gradually emerging. “I’m gonna cum too.”

It wasn’t long before you did, moaning and writhing beneath Luhan’s body, legs trembling a bit from the force of the ecstasy pummeling through you. Luhan followed a little after, warmly blanketing your body with his own, head buried in the crook of your neck. You wrapped an arm around his shoulder as a rush of happiness seemed to hit you.

Not only had Gryffindor won, but you’d always gotten and fucked the boy of your dreams. How wonderful.

Luhan suddenly lifted his head up from your skin, looking alarmed. “We’re in McGonagall’s classroom.”

You looked around at the assortment of Transfiguration-related notes littering the walls. McGonagall’s neat, pointy hat was even fixed upon the desk in the corner of the room.

“Yeah,” you panted. “So?”

“So,” Luhan quickly climbed off of you to your chagrin. “We need to go. She’ll surely come back soon. The others are probably wondering where we are.”

You sighed, lifting yourself up off the desk as Luhan began swiftly putting on his clothes. Midway through shoving on his robes, he turned to look at you, fixing you with a sad smile.

“You can come in my room. We can sleep in there.”

You got up off the desk, smirking as you walked toward him, caressing his face. “Are you sure you want us to sleep in there?”

His eyes roamed down your still naked body and it wasn’t long before his hands found your waist again and his lips locked with yours.

“You’re right, sweetheart,” he murmured once you broke apart. “There’s still a bunch of positions we didn’t try.”

You laughed, allowing his lips to once again capture yours as you leaned into his amorous embrace.

Originally posted by yoonterlude

So, I was skimming through Cress to spot tidbits for a Jacin “Friendly Reminders” post and I happened upon a true gem in that one scene where they’re repainting the Rampion and some kid brings Cinder a bottle of water, but Jacin steals it and gulps half of it down before she can get to it. Originally, I thought, “aw, he’s only known the lost princess for a couple days and he’s already acting as poison detector” but then I realized…he doesn’t know yet.

He literally just stole it to be a jerk.

I’m calling it right now, Jacin is that friend that is continually stealing his friends’ food without asking. 

  • Imagine all the sour apple petites he’s stolen from Winter over the years.
  • All the Rampion Gang outings where he casually snags fries off the plate of whoever’s sitting next to him.
  • If he’s asked to pass someone their drink, he’s 1000% going to take a sip(or five).
  • He’s completely and totally without remorse and will look you dead in the eye as he steals the last bite of your dessert.
  • He tried snitching a tomato slice from Wolf once. Didn’t end well.

I know I’m overanalyzing, but I just find this so funny…Jacin Clay is everyone’s nickname-giving, food-stealing, dorky big brother, pass it on.