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Y/n: *Sees Ferret*

Y/n: *Picks it up* Awww, you’re adorable <3

Ferret: *Bites you*

Y/n: *Drops it* OW! WHAT THE F-

Hermione: Y/n that’s Malfoy

Y/n: *Glares at Ferret*

Ferret: *Glares back*

Ron: Hey Y/n, what sound does a ferret make

Y/n: Hold on I’ll see

Y/n: HEY MALFOY!

Malfoy: Don’t talk to me PoTtAh!

Y/n: There you go

without a doubt, if he wanted to park jay can afford first class on all the trips you go on. he even thought about buying a private jet but you shut that down telling him that it wasn’t good for the environment and he agreed. even though he can afford it, he’d rather not go on first class on airplane rides with you. now, park jay is a husband who will absolutely without a doubt provide you all the finest things in life. from caviar included as a garnish during pizza nights “just because” to your own custom scented perfume from dior, jay is more than capable of providing the life of luxury most people can only dream of. but he has an issue with first class seats… they’re always separated and lonely.

there were times when his exes wanted him solely for his money and if he couldn’t give them the monetary experiences they wanted, he worth diminished in their eyes. on your first planned overseas trip together jay was hesitant in asking if it was ok to buy tickets for economic class. after all, he was really starting to fall for you and dare he even say l word you. you got rid of all his doubts when you told him,

“jay, i don’t care what class cabin we ride in. our ears hurt the same when we lift up for take off. plus, i’d rather be next to you.”

he remembers his heart bursting in gratitude that you weren’t like all the others.

was it then that he got the first inkling of knowing you were the one?

jay will gladly sacrifice a little bit of leg room if it allows for your presence right by his side and for him to be able to fall asleep on your shoulder. who gives a damn about first class seats when his favorite seat is the one next to you?

married to ceo!jay drabble series

the secrets of thunderstorms

pairing: sirius black x potter!fem!reader word count: 2.6k warnings: fluff, angst, cursing, not proofread summary: when sirius knocks on your bedroom door in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm

a/n: first fic hehe i hope you all like it! it kinda went a different direction than planned and idk if i fully like it, but here it is!

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it was the middle of the night, probably close to one o'clock in the morning, rain was pouring on your windows and rolling thunder could be heard every few minutes. maybe that's why you didn't hear the knocks at first. they were quiet... well, quiet compared to the thunder that didn't seem to be able to just stop. it was keeping you awake, and we were just about to go crazy from frustration. so, perhaps, the knocking was a blessing in disguise.

the knocks were coming from your bedroom door. specifically, the one that led to your garden patio. it was your favorite relaxing spot on sunny days, but it wasn't sunny then. it wasn't sunny and it wasn't daytime. it was storming and it was one-in-the-fucking-morning.

whoever was at your door was about to feel your wrath.

you rolled out of bed with a groan, slipping on some slippers and pulling on your robe. shuffling to the door, you pulled your robe further around your body to fight the chilled night air and pulled the door open.

the sight in front of you was a surprise. usually he went to your twin brother, james potter, when he needed something, so why was he standing at your door? he looked rather pitiful. his long, dark hair was soaked and dripping water onto his already more-than-damp clothes, which were sticking to his skin. he seemed to be out of breath, and his hand was raised in a fist, as if he was about to knock one more time.

you pull him inside without a word and rush to find a towel in your bathroom, finding a recently washed one, you throw it to him, not looking to see if he's caught it. instead, you rush to james room, effectively sneaking in as you had done a thousand times before. you steal some shorts and a shirt before shutting the door soundlessly, tiptoeing back to your bedroom.

when you arrived, you threw the clothes at sirius.

"change in the bathroom." you nodded your head in the direction of the bathroom, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

sirius nodded, "thanks, love."

knowing he was in a distressed mood, you held back your glare at the nickname. he wasn't supposed to call you that anymore, not after everything. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back with a sigh.

you didn't acknowledge him until he took a seat in the desk chair across from you.

"why are you here, sirius?" you kept your voice even as you stared at him.

"to get away." it was a believable enough answer to someone who knew his situation.

you kept your stare on him, picking apart his expressions and body language. he looked down to avoid your eyes. looked like a ashamed puppy, who was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

you were so confused, honestly so fucking hurt. you refused to show him that, though. you just hoped your tone didn't betray you. "not good enough. why did you come to me, sirius? you always go to james."

he dragged a hand through his hair. fuck, you loved his hair, you missed running your fingers through it. you missed him. he looked at you with a sheepish smile. "i didn't wanna... wake him?"

never mind. you didn't miss him. you wanted him to leave.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep your tears at bay. when you open them, you look around the room. looking everywhere but him.

god, he hated that.

when you answered, your voice sounded slightly desperate and hurt and vulnerable. "why are you here?" you ask just once more.

he sighed, he came here to make you like him again, he might as well give you the truth. "listen, y/n, i fucked everything up-" he tried to explain, but he couldn't concentrate when your eyes were everywhere but on him. "fuck, y/n, could you just look at me?" his tone was desperate. "please?" he refused to continue till your eyes met his, and the tears in your eyes broke his heart.

"i messed up that day, i know i did. i was with her and all the sudden she was kissing me, and i was kissing her back. fuck, i was so drunk. that's no excuse, i know, but i-" he took a deep breath to gather his thoughts and stop his rambling. "james was telling me you liked me back, so i thought, 'shit, maybe i'll go for it.' so i did. i started talking with you more, spent more time alone with you, and i just- i fell for you even harder." he wanted you to believe him so badly. he needed you to.

"i was walking to ask you out, on a real date, and you were sitting with fucking lucius malfoy. he was fucking flirting with you, and you weren't stopping him." he looked away from you for a minute before continuing, "i didn't think to ask you about it. i just- i saw red. i took the rest of moony's liquor and got shit-faced. i don't even remember the girl's name, maybe that makes it worse, i don't know. next thing i know, i see you there, and you're runnin' away crying and i didn't even run after you. i just kept on kissing the girl."

silent tears were streaming down your face at this point, and you kept your eyes on him as he finished his story.

"when i got back to the common room the next morning, i was violently hung over, and the first thing that happened was james punching me right in the left eye. had a bruise there for two weeks after," he laughed softly, "he told me that you were stuck with lucius for a school project so you had to deal with him. i knew i fucked it all up then." he met your eyes again, a desperate look in them as he came and took your hands in his. he so badly wanted to wipe your tears away. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. fuck, i never wanted to hurt you. i promised james i wouldn't. i need you to believe me when i tell you: i want you. i don't want anyone else but you."

you took another deep breath and wiped your tears away on the sleeve of your robe. you took in his story slowly, you understood where he was coming from, and you wanted him, too. you knew you did.

sirius looked at you with hopeful eyes. you pulled him up from his knees. "come get some sleep, okay? it's been a long night."

it wasn't quite forgiveness yet, but you weren't turning him away. he knew you'd come around, but that you wanted to sleep it over. you faced away from him in bed and tried to steady your breathing. hesitantly, sirius pressed his chest to your back and put his arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

he just wanted to hold you.

you didn't move away. instead, you relaxed at his touch and fell asleep. he placed a small kiss on your temple before falling asleep right after you.

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you woke up to someone's fingers running through your hair. your head is on said someone's chest, and your legs are intertwined. the memories of the

it was the middle of the night, probably close to one o'clock in the morning, rain was pouring on your windows and rolling thunder could be heard every few minutes. maybe that's why you didn't hear the knocks at first. they were quiet... well, quiet compared to the thunder that didn't seem to be able to just stop. it was keeping you awake, and we were just about to go crazy from frustration. so, perhaps, the knocking was a blessing in disguise.

the knocks were coming from your bedroom door. specifically, the one that led to your garden patio. it was your favorite relaxing spot on sunny days, but it wasn't sunny then. it wasn't sunny and it wasn't daytime. it was storming and it was one-in-the-fucking-morning.

whoever was at your door was about to feel your wrath.

you rolled out of bed with a groan, slipping on some slippers and pulling on your robe. shuffling to the door, you pulled your robe further around your body to fight the chilled night air and pulled the door open.

the sight in front of you was a surprise. usually he went to your twin brother, james potter, when he needed something, so why was he standing at your door? he looked rather pitiful. his long, dark hair was soaked and dripping water onto his already more-than-damp clothes, which were sticking to his skin. he seemed to be out of breath, and his hand was raised in a fist, as if he was about to knock one more time.

you pull him inside without a word and rush to find a towel in your bathroom, finding a recently washed one, you throw it to him, not looking to see if he's caught it. instead, you rush to james room, effectively sneaking in as you had done a thousand times before. you steal some shorts and a shirt before shutting the door soundlessly, tiptoeing back to your bedroom.

when you arrived, you threw the clothes at sirius.

"change in the bathroom." you nodded your head in the direction of the bathroom, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

sirius nodded, "thanks, love."

knowing he was in a distressed mood, you held back your glare at the nickname. he wasn't supposed to call you that anymore, not after everything. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back with a sigh.

you didn't acknowledge him until he took a seat in the desk chair across from you.

"why are you here, sirius?" you kept your voice even as you stared at him.

"to get away." it was a believable enough answer to someone who knew his situation.

you kept your stare on him, picking apart his expressions and body language. he looked down to avoid your eyes. looked like a ashamed puppy, who was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

you were so confused, honestly so fucking hurt. you refused to show him that, though. you just hoped your tone didn't betray you. "not good enough. why did you come to me, sirius? you always go to james."

he dragged a hand through his hair. fuck, you loved his hair, you missed running your fingers through it. you missed him. he looked at you with a sheepish smile. "i didn't wanna... wake him?"

never mind. you didn't miss him. you wanted him to leave.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep your tears at bay. when you open them, you look around the room. looking everywhere but him.

god, he hated that.

when you answered, your voice sounded slightly desperate and hurt and vulnerable. "why are you here?" you ask just once more.

he sighed, he came here to make you like him again, he might as well give you the truth. "listen, y/n, i fucked everything up-" he tried to explain, but he couldn't concentrate when your eyes were everywhere but on him. "fuck, y/n, could you just look at me?" his tone was desperate. "please?" he refused to continue till your eyes met his, and the tears in your eyes broke his heart.

"i messed up that day, i know i did. i was with her and all the sudden she was kissing me, and i was kissing her back. fuck, i was so drunk. that's no excuse, i know, but i-" he took a deep breath to gather his thoughts and stop his rambling. "james was telling me you liked me back, so i thought, 'shit, maybe i'll go for it.' so i did. i started talking with you more, spent more time alone with you, and i just- i fell for you even harder." he wanted you to believe him so badly. he needed you to.

"i was walking to ask you out, on a real date, and you were sitting with fucking lucius malfoy. he was fucking flirting with you, and you weren't stopping him." he looked away from you for a minute before continuing, "i didn't think to ask you about it. i just- i saw red. i took the rest of moony's liquor and got shit-faced. i don't even remember the girl's name, maybe that makes it worse, i don't know. next thing i know, i see you there, and you're runnin' away crying and i didn't even run after you. i just kept on kissing the girl."

silent tears were streaming down your face at this point, and you kept your eyes on him as he finished his story.

"when i got back to the common room the next morning, i was violently hung over, and the first thing that happened was james punching me right in the left eye. had a bruise there for two weeks after," he laughed softly, "he told me that you were stuck with lucius for a school project so you had to deal with him. i knew i fucked it all up then." he met your eyes again, a desperate look in them as he came and took your hands in his. he so badly wanted to wipe your tears away. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. fuck, i never wanted to hurt you. i promised james i wouldn't. i need you to believe me when i tell you: i want you. i don't want anyone else but you."

you took another deep breath and wiped your tears away on the sleeve of your robe. you took in his story slowly, you understood where he was coming from, and you wanted him, too. you knew you did.

sirius looked at you with hopeful eyes. you pulled him up from his knees. "come get some sleep, okay? it's been a long night."

it wasn't quite forgiveness yet, but you weren't turning him away. he knew you'd come around, but that you wanted to sleep it over. you faced away from him in bed and tried to steady your breathing. hesitantly, sirius pressed his chest to your back and put his arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

he just wanted to hold you.

you didn't move away. instead, you relaxed at his touch and fell asleep. he placed a small kiss on your temple before falling asleep right after you. the memories of the previous night come back as you slowly open your eyes to you meet sirius' grey ones.

"mornin', love," he spoke in a whisper and a soft smile graced his lips.

you looked back at him and wanted to kiss that adorable little smile on his lips. but instead you apologize. "'m sorry, siri."

sirius frowned at you. "for what?"

"for not listening to you sooner," you whispered back. the moment felt intimate in a way you had been craving for a long time. "i should've at least heard you out."

"you did last night, lovely," his tone matched yours as he stroked his fingers through your hair some more. "even if you didn't, no one would've blamed you. not even me."

"is it true what you said last night?" you asked softly, tracing aimless shapes on his clothed chest. "that you want me still?"

"of course it's true," he chuckled softly. "why do you think i went through all that to get you to hear me out?"

your hand went to find his cheek, he leaned into your touch. "i still want you, too, sirius."

"really?" he had a hopeful smirk.

you grinned at him. "why do you think i let you sleep in my bed with me?" scooting closer to him, you leaned your face closer to his, lips almost touching, breaths mingling. "now, let me kiss you?"

"whenever you fucking want, love, these lips are yours."

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dick so good i had to go a second time

sunghoon taking full custody of babies sunki

💀

y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

fireplace

pairing : sim jake x fem!reader

wc : 0.4k

note : writing this STRESSED ME TF OUT so if it’s bad i’m sorry 💀

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“she seems to like you,” jake mused at the girl petting layla, a soft smile on his face as he shut the wooden door behind him.

“of course she likes me; i’m her favorite of us two,” she retorted, peeling her eyes from the dog in her lap to the prince that had walked into the bedroom.

snorting at his lover’s words, jake came up behind the plush couch that rested near a roaring fireplace, setting a hand on her shoulder and bending slightly to meet her eyes. “i wouldn’t be so sure about that, love.”

opening her mouth to argue, she was cut off when jake called layla’s name, smirking as the dog immediately jumped off the sofa and came running in his direction.

jake shrugged with a cheeky smile as he disappeared behind the couch to pet layla, leaving the girl to shift in her seat and drape herself over the back. “you are quite annoying, i hope you’re aware of that.”

looking up, jake continued to grin as he stood and hopped over the back of the couch in one swift motion. “i am aware, thank you very much.”

the girl shook her head at him, but curled against his side after he had rid himself of his coat and boots. “you’re extremely lucky i love you, or i would’ve kicked you out of this castle and stolen layla from you.”

“oh, i’m sure you would. but i think layla would drive you mad without me here. you’d just end up coming back to me in the end,” jake said, his head tilted to the side as he looked into the blazing fire.

scoffing, the girl rested her head on his shoulder, moving against his frame. “i don’t believe i’d come running back to you.”

“you’ve already done it once, what would stop you from doing it again?”

“ok, that was one time-”

“still happened though,” jake recalled as he met her eyes. she didn’t say anything back, only glared playfully at her fiance.

“oh don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true,” jake said as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. “now get some rest, i told you not to stay up for me.”

“but i wanted to see you,” his partner whispered as she shut her eyes, her cheek falling against his chest.

smiling, jake kissed her brow, whispering a soft “i know” before resting his head on her own, letting his thoughts wander as his eyes returned once again to the fire.

We fell in love in October

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That’s why I love fall