My Birthday Is Coming Up Soon And I Am Not At All Excited Or Happy But This Short Blurb Is So Cute And

Having uncle Henry Lopez withdrawals and there is barely anything out here for him 😭. Fine I’ll guess I’ll do it myself.

My birthday is coming up soon and I am not at all excited or happy but this short blurb is so cute and I love it so much <3

[𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟏𝐀𝐌] — yang jungwon x gn!reader

0.2k words, fluff, let's pretend it's your birthday!! :D

Yang Jungwon was usually good at sleeping through the night, especially when he had you tucked into his embrace. But his eyes fluttered open, a soft groan falling from his lips, as he saw the rusted night sky outside the bedroom window. 

Careful to not bother you—who slept so soundly on his chest—he reached for his phone on the nightstand. With a quick double tap, the time 00:01 flashed in his light-sensitive eyes. 

Relief befell him at the sight of the time; plenty of time left to snooze. 

A small smile graced his face as he tightened his hold around you, ready to settle in for a hearty eight or so more hours. He could feel himself start to relax and match his heartbeat with yours… slower and slower… until—

The thought popped into his head like the flicking of a light switch. 

"Honey," he crooned to you softly. 

You stirred. "Mm?" Your hand gripped onto the fabric of his T-shirt, and Jungwon cooed at how cute you were. Perhaps he had just disturbed your peace, but it was all for good reason. 

He pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "It's your birthday. Happy birthday, my love."

The words hadn't quite sunken into your half-sleep conscience, but you murmured a "thank you" to him anyway. 

He chuckled, biting a smile back. Then he gently cupped his hand over the back of your head and closed his eyes. When he awoke later, he would happily say it to you again.

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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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↺ heeseung as a boyfriend ↻

we know heeseung is caring and kind, but i think he's bold too

you would immediately know he was into you because he made sure you were aware

he flirted in a subtle way to make you curious about what would be his next move

and heeseung's next move was call you out...

he wasn't hasty about your relationship, actually he was pretty patient about it

he waited for your response to his investments and he was so happy when you assured him you felt the same

so one day you woke up in a morning and he was calling you his girlfriend

he would do it all the time now that you were dating

specially in front of the members, he would say things like “oh i miss my girlfriend so much” “wait a minute, i'm talking to my girlfriend”

just because he's so proud of being with you

and because he highly values ​​using words to show it

he loves it when you say sweet things to him

or if you write long texts to him, he would love that

words it's just so important to him

sometimes when you were distracted, he would appear from behind and whisper in your ear, how much he loves you or how much pretty you are for his eyes

overall heeseung would surprise you a lot with his acts of love

he's a cozy boy

he's your best company on your bad days

and despite his sentimentalism, he's also so funny. he would make you laugh for hours because he has so many stories to tell

he's open with you and expects you to be the same

even though he doesn't like to pressure you, he wants you to be just his

so he wants to know your secrets and your deep thoughts

because this way he feels close to you in a way anyone else is

and he likes this feeling

but it's not like heeseung is clingy

actually he gives you a lot of space (he's an introvert himself so...)

he just shows his love in many ways

he likes the touch, the words, the looks

and because of that, he is so sensual sometimes

he flirts with you even being already in a relationship

“did it hurt?” “what?” “when you fell from heaven-” “NO WAY HEESEUNG” “im sorry for this one my love😐”

can you blame him?

you would never feel unloved by him

he has this protective side of him, even when you are in public he would keep you close to him, for example, hold your hand to cross the street so you don't run the risk of getting hit by car; these things only your grandma would do lol

his jealousy is very silent; he watches you a lot to know if you need him to get you out of these kinds of situations

but he trusts you to fire any guy who tries something

and because of that, he would get so disappointed if he sees you returning someone's flirtation. that wouldn't happen though, i bet you wouldn't do it (you know, he can get so cold if you hurt him in any way)

sometimes he gets caught up in the details, because the little things matter to him

he would praise you a lot and he'd be proud of every little thing you accomplished

when it comes to disagreements, heeseung is pretty rational

he's calm and doesn't get angry easily, he doesn't even likes to argue to be honest

he thinks is a waste of time fight over things so instead he tries to resolve things quickly

even being kinda stubborn with his ideas, he would still understand your side

i don't know but i just think that a relationship with hee would be so easy

he likes to keep the peace and comfort

his favorite time to do things is at night, so with him you would expect a lot of outings at dawn

he likes it when you take him out of his comfort zone and show him new things

and he would do it too, specially when he see you need to rest your mind

overall a very kind and considerate boyfriend who wants to makes you feel good and keep things stable

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a/n: so (hee)re we are again (!) my girlfriend asked me to write this hee as a boyfriend so i just did because i do anything for her yk 😳

hope you like it! 😼

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swing me these sorrows, and try delusion for a while; its such a beautiful lie.

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baby blurb request so you don’t have to study!! reader being on her period and benedict comforting her? and yk him not being a sexist dick about it

"my love?!" benedict entered your bedchamber in a panic, having returned from his day out with his brothers only to be told that his wife was ill and resting. anxiety flooded him, and he immediately rushed to your bedchamber to see whether you required the doctor or not.

you sat up upon hearing him enter the room, soft blankets atop of you keeping you warm. "ben." you smiled at your husband, though your smile fell when you saw the concerned look on his face. "what's the matter?"

"your maid said that you're ill. she's being rather dismissive about the whole thing... shall i fetch a doctor?" benedict questioned, closing the door behind him and taking a few steps forwards to sit on the bed beside you.

you shook your head, suppressing a laugh but finding it endearing just how concerned your husband was for you. "there's no need for a doctor, ben. it's just... you know." you didn't want to utter the words in front of your husband, having always been taught to keep your menstruation secret and hidden - especially around men.

benedict rose his eyebrows, shaking his head. "it's just?" he pressed, your cheeks beginning to flush. a few seconds of silence passed, and the penny eventually dropped. "oh! oh..." benedict began to blush, clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair.

"you're right. no need for a doctor it would seem." he laughed quietly at his own concern, kicking his boots off and laying on the bed beside you. "is there anything that i can do? to make you feel better?"

you turn on your side to face benedict, shaking your head as you gazed at your husband. "i just have cramps s'all." you close your eyes, your bed sheets moving next to you as ben joined you under the many blankets.

benedict pulled you to be closer to him, his warm hand finding its way up your nightgown to rest gently atop of your tummy - soothing your pain. a small content sound escapes your lips at the sudden warmth pressed against your skin. "is that better?" he whispers.

"mhm. better."

i could’ve fixed him

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