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webangchan · 2 years

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✧✦ adore you ✦✧ beomgyu x fem!reader 1.4k words kinks & warnings: established relationship, inexperienced gyu, your first time together so he’s a bit nervous, protected sex, pretty tame overall tbh.

“You seem nervous.”

Beomgyu jumps slightly at the sound of your voice and you fight back a smile. Most guys would be tripping all over themselves to have sex with their girlfriend for the first time, but you already knew that things with Beomgyu would be different.

“It's okay,” you murmur, cupping his cheek in your hand. Your thumb traces lazy arcs on his skin and his beautiful brown eyes meet yours. “We don't have to do this right now. We can wait.”

“I want to,” he says, scooting closer to you on the bed. You drop your hand from his face to rest it on his knee and the touch makes him suck in a sharp breath. “I just don't have a lot of experience with... this kind of stuff.”

You knew this already, of course. It's been three months since you and Beomgyu first started dating and he'd been hesitant to take things further. He was embarrassed to admit to you that he doesn't have a lot of sexual experience but you took his confession in stride. Sex isn't overly important to you anyway so you haven't had any trouble taking baby steps with that aspect of your relationship. Heated makeout sessions evolved into over the clothes touching which evolved into Beomgyu fingering you for the first time two weeks ago. He was nervous at first but getting to feel and see you panting and moaning because of him bolstered his confidence and turned him on like nothing else.

“Sex is fun, right?”

You bark out a laugh at Beomgyu’s question and figure that things need to get started before his nerves get the best of him. You lean into his body and kiss him sweetly on the lips, your hand slowly inching its way from his knee to his groin.

“Of course it is,” you state while rubbing his hardening cock through his jeans. Beomgyu bites back a moan and twitches his hips up, wordlessly seeking more friction.

“We’ll take things slow.” You sigh in pleasure when Beomgyu attaches his mouth to your neck and rolls your skin between his teeth. “Just let me know if you're ever uncomfortable or want to stop.”

Beomgyu hums in affirmation and moves to the other side of your neck while you pop the button on his pants and pull down the zipper. His cock is hot and hard in your hand and you start off with an unhurried pace, twisting your hand on every upstroke, aiming to rile him up enough that any lingering nerves are completely eradicated and replaced with bliss. Just when he’s really getting into it, eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape, you pull your hand out of his pants and push him back until he’s lying flat on the bed. He whines at the loss of contact, the noise quickly dying off in his throat when he sees you stripping off your t-shirt and sweats.

You start tugging at the ankles of his jeans and Beomgyu breaks out of his lust induced stupor long enough to yank his shirt over his head and push his pants and underwear down his thighs. You pull everything down the rest of the way and toss it all on the floor, hopefully close to wherever he chucked his shirt. You crawl over his body and seat yourself directly in his lap, content to let your hands wander for a moment. You trace the delicate lines of his collarbones with a finger, all the while rocking your body just enough to tease him. His hands eventually find your hips and help guide your movements, the wetness of your cunt making the slide that much more pleasurable.

“Are you ready?” you ask, staring down at Beomgyu’s flushed and gorgeous face. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and the urge to sit on his face grows exponentially but you save that idea for another time. He nods and you smile. “Good. Reach up under the pillow. I stashed a condom there when you went to the bathroom.”

Beomgyu does as he’s told, quickly procuring the condom and ripping open the foil packet with his teeth. You sit up and watch him roll the latex down his erection and the sight of it is oddly arousing. Your fingers are wrapped around the base of his cock, ready to guide it into your pussy when he stops you.

“Wait.”

You raise an eyebrow and Beomgyu stutters.

“W- what about you? Will you be… okay? I didn’t…”

His right hand moves from your hip, his fingers brushing along your folds and your eyes flutter closed. You get what he’s trying to say.

“I’ll be fine,” you reassure him while dipping the tip of his cock into your pussy. Beomgyu’s thumbs dig into your hip bones hard enough to bruise and you sigh sweetly. “I touched myself before you came over.”

You start sinking down on his cock, making sure to go slow. You got up to three fingers earlier and you’re wet enough now that it’s not painful at all. You place your hands on his chest as an anchor and dig your nails into his pecs.

Beomgyu moans lowly at your confession and when you finally take him all the way in, he bites his lip hard enough to leave a clear indent of his teeth. You take a few moments to adjust, Beomgyu’s hands finally moving from your hips to wander all over your body. He tweaks your nipples and then kneads your breasts with his fingers, the sensation causing you to clench around his length. His hands settle on your ass and you begin moving, your thighs flexing as you lift yourself up and drop back down, already addicted to the way that his cock feels inside of you.

Beomgyu sits up suddenly and wraps his arms around you, pressing you into him as close as possible. His lips brush over your neck and you throw your head back before moving your arms around his shoulders and starting to ride him in earnest. The sound of skin slapping against skin is lewd and wonderful.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he gasps, his teeth leaving little red love bites all over your chest and neck. You ride him harder, hoping that he’ll leave more marks that will linger for a few days. “So amazing.”

“Touch me,” you plead, your energy gradually waning. Beomgyu sneaks a hand between your bodies and rubs your clit in maddening circles with the pad of his thumb. You may be chasing your own orgasm but you’re determined to bring Beomgyu down that path of pleasure with you. In the end you’re the one who comes first, Beomgyu’s name falling from your lips in a prolonged gasp as you swivel your hips and drag out the ecstasy for as long as possible. It doesn’t take much for him to follow after you, your walls spasming around him and your continued movements providing more than enough stimulation to have him spilling into the condom. He muffles the groans coming out of his mouth with the skin of your neck, his grasp on you so tight, you absently wonder if his fingers will leave bruises.

“So… how was it?”

Beomgyu chuckles, a touch breathless, and leans back to look you in the eye. He’s smiling, his bangs damp from sweat and your heart races at the affection in his gaze.

“Fucking awesome.”

You snort and kiss him on the lips, not wanting to move away from him at all but knowing that you both need to get cleaned up. One fifteen minute shower later and you’re both back in bed, snuggled up together under the comforter on fresh sheets. Beomgyu has one arm out of the blanket, his phone in hand as he scrolls through a list of restaurants near you that deliver this late at night.

You’ve definitely worked up an appetite.

“Next time, I want to hear you.”

Beomgyu blinks, his eyes leaving his phone momentarily to shoot you a quizzical look.

“When we have sex,” you clarify. “You were trying to keep quiet and next time I don’t want you to hold back. I want to hear every moan that comes out of your pretty little mouth.”

Beomgyu blushes and looks back at his phone, muttering a quick ‘okay’ before asking if you’d rather have Thai food or pizza. He’s so cute sometimes you can hardly stand it. You wiggle around until your head is resting over his heart, telling him to choose whatever he’d like because you could go for either. With Beomgyu’s heartbeat steady under your ear and his arm around your waist, you think that this is the perfect end to a perfect night.

#choi beomgyu smut #txt smut #beomgyu smut #kpop smut #txt hard hours #by velma

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ilcaeryx · 4 years

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Tenacity: Chapter 10 - Kingpin [Bakugou Katsuki/Reader]

SUMMARY: You should not have challenged Katsuki to a snowball fight. What did you expect? To win? LUL

TAGS: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, reader-insert, comfort, soft, fluff, romance, reader being a crazy bitch, snowball fight, cheesy

NOTES: Part of the Tenacity reader-insert compilation! I had fun writing this.

Taking a shortcut through the still and untouched forest sucked, Katsuki veering off from your usual route into it without a word. Like a baby duck struggling after mama duck, you followed his literal footsteps. You bounced from leg to leg, fitting your boot inside the larger imprints he left behind. Snow had fallen during the night, evident by everything being covered in white powder. It could have been the secret palace of a drug lord, snow adorning the branches and dead vegetation causing gentle billows beneath the matte glow.

“Do we have to walk through the snow? We could’ve taken the normal way,” you complained, glaring down at your burning thighs. Even with Katsuki paving the way, it was quite the workout.

“Why are you complaining?” Katsuki said, white breath trailing after him as if he were a dragon exhaling smoke. He shuffled through the thick snow layer with powerful strides and arms reinforcing the motions. “You’re not the one plowing the way.”

His dumb answer fired you up. In short succession, you trampled into the indentations until he was half a step ahead. You smacked his behind with whatever force you could muster, the glove softening the slap. “I don’t care, you brute. This is a workout routine I did not want.”

Katsuki had the nerve to send you an indignant glare over his shoulder, nose bridge scrunched. “Don’t follow next time then, dumbass.”

“You know that’s not an option.”

If he went somewhere, you’d tread in his footsteps regardless of where you would end up. Whether he knew this or not, you would never let him out of sight. As long as his back was visible, you’d keep moving towards it.

“Everything’s a choice, quit bitching.” Katsuki grasped a low-hanging branch obstructing the way and bent it to the side as he continued onwards. He waited until you were past it to release it, branch swooping to its original position. Without breaking a sweat, he kept going.

Your lungs sparkled with pain, every inhalation bringing raw, crispy air through your airways. You hid your mouth and nose beneath your winter jacket’s collar, alleviating the pain by breathing out hot air.

Katsuki hadn’t noticed that you had stopped, so you scooped up snow and hardened it between your fingerless mittens into a nice ball. Aiming carefully, you threw it and hit him square between the shoulders. It left traces of white on his black double-breasted jacket. He stopped in his tracks and ditched his hands into his pockets.

“Stop walking so fast,” you said, voice muffled behind cloth. “I’m about to die.”

He turned around, his cheeks reddened from the cold. “Power through it.”

You bent down and created yet another snowball, padding it within your palms.

“If you throw that, I’ll return the favour,” Katsuki warned, eyebrows shooting up in a quick display of aggression.

Yeah, yeah… Whatever you say, blondie. You’re bluffing, you thought. He genuinely did use everything at his disposal whenever he felt someone challenged him, including you, so you could be on thin ice depending on his mood.

“Your aim is trash,” you outright stated in a matter-of-fact tone, deadpanning through the cockiness inside you.

Once he started moving towards you, you instantly regretted everything and screamed, because his full-toothed grin and low posture exuded confidence.

Fuck this shit, he was going to kick your ass to outer space. You backtracked your footsteps in a frantic dash, ducking beneath branches and sliding across icy parts.

“Why are you running?” he bellowed. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you! Die!”

His taunts caused your screaming to increase in pitch and you didn’t turn around to see whether it amused him or not. This game made you feel thrill and actual fear.

“Fight, Y/N! Fight me, you coward!”

“NO!” Your screaming caught in your throat as your body jerked backwards, reflexes trying to keep you upright. You flailed around and hit the ground, fall broken by your thick jacket.

The crunchiness of footsteps ceased and a pair appeared in your field of view. Katsuki slid down onto his knees and snatched your hands, joining them behind your back in an automatic, trained movement.

“Gotcha.”

“I’m sorry!” you pleaded through your nervous laughter, thrashing your arms against his solid grip. It didn’t hurt but you wouldn’t get away without his approval.

“I’m sure you are.”

The pressure from your wrists eased and you drew your arms forward, pressure replaced by him collapsing his upper body over your back, your bodies forming a T. You groaned when he put one elbow on your lower back. Your breathing was somewhat constrained.

“Heavy!” you complained, clumsily hitting him with an open hand on his side.

Katsuki barked out a laugh. “Should’ve thought of that before you hit me with a snowball, lightweight.”

You heard him dig around in the snow behind you. His glove presented a handful in front of you and you attempted to shield your exposed neckline with your arms.

“Sucker,” he said and forced his hand between your chest-bone and shirt, snow spreading across your chest and into your bra. You shrieked in surprise from the cold and you instinctively brought your hands up to dig out the snow. That earned you another fistful in the nape, Katsuki pressing it down between your shoulder blades, the snow absolutely burning against your warm skin. He didn’t relent as you struggled beneath him, howling and shrieking. At last he rubbed snow all over your hair. When he felt like he’d had enough retribution, he pushed himself off you, breathing suddenly a simple task.

“It burns,” you said, throwing off your gloves to remove whatever snow hadn’t melted. “You got snow into my bra, Katsuki.”

He settled down again, his knees digging into the ground.

“Next time, I hope you’ll think twice before trying being a jackass,” he said, roughly brushing snow away from your hair.

You crawled up into sitting position, sneering at him. He scoffed at you, scooting closer.

Katsuki flicked his index and middle fingers in an inward motion, his gloves making the movement seem graceless. “Sit up, Y/N. I’ll get it out for you.”

You bent your head towards him and he untangled the snow clumps from your messy hair. Soon the water was absorbed by your clothes and your hair gathered into a terrible looking mess.

“It’s unfair that I can’t fight you on equal terms,” you said, trying to comb your hair with numb fingers.

“That’s what everyone says.”

You opened your mouth in mock surprise, drawing your brows together. “Such hubris.”

Katsuki lowered himself onto his back, contemplating the sky above.

“One day I’ll let you win,” he said and shut his eyes. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“I don’t want your pity win.” You gave up on your hair with a sigh. Once you got home, you’d have to brush it properly or it’d be a bitch to untangle later.

“That’s a good attitude.”

“I get enough pity from everyone else by dating you, so I don’t need any from you.”

You squealed when he thrashed up towards you and clamped his teeth on your thigh, delicately biting down. He let go, resting his cheek against you. It was impossible to resist giving his hair a few light tugs.

“Pity, huh?” he said and rested a hand on your opposite thigh. “The peasants can say all they want. In the end, I’m the one who got the girl. They can stay salty for all I care.”

“If I had by chance ended up with someone else, would I have been a peasant too?”

“Don’t kid yourself.” Katsuki’s hands slid around your waist, joining together behind your back. “That would never have happened. I’m the only one that can handle you; you’re too damn crazy for just about anyone else.”

Your body bloomed in pangs of heat, your chest and the pit of your stomach aching in a pleasant way. Hoping he wouldn’t see your giddy smile, you brushed some snow off his back. “Same goes for you.”

“Damn right, baby.”

Your waist protested when he released you and you felt like this moment had passed by too fast. The wet cloth rubbed uncomfortably against your skin as you also got up. “I’m cold.”

Katsuki eyed your front, snow lodged everywhere.

Yes, that was all you, you napkin, you commented inside your head.

“You should head back home,” he said, grasping your cheek with his fingers and tugging gently. Reluctantly, he added, “I’ll get the stuff we need myself.”

“I told you before, I’m not going anywhere without you.”

His face became blank, an empty mirage reflecting your own serious one. For some reason, you perceived glow of admiration in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice slightly thicker than before, “I know.”

I hope you all enjoyed it, please like and/or reblog if you did!

I listened to Baby Don't Stop by NCT U while writing the draft, which worked tbh, and Pied Piper by BTS during the re-write.

#bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #ilcaeryx.tenacity

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choiseungcheols-radiantsmil-blog · 5 years

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Types of Skinship

Seungcheol

PDA

All the fucking way. He’d not care about who’s in the room with y’all. If he wants to cuddle, he cuddles. Like in a big group setting, you could just walk near him and he’d grab your wirst to tug you into him. He’d need you in his lap. And he’d just constantly have his arm around your shoulder or hands on your hips. Or hugging onto you. He’d be practically attached to you. A fifth limb.

In Private

He’s a clingy hoe (have you seen the way he is with his members?) Like cuddling and skinship would just make him so soft. And he’d melt if you cuddled into him. As PDA as he would be, he’d turn that shit up in private. Legs would be entangled, who cares if the rest of the bed is open space, he’s on top of you. He is your blanket now.

In summary, he’s a whole ass teddy bear.

Jeonghan

PDA

With Jeognhan, any skinship in public would stay pretty chill. Like sitting down with his arm across your shoulder, or like having your head rest on his. Nothing that would make the people around you uncomfrtoable unlike Seungcheol, but he’d definitely like that sort of physical contact

In Private

His skinship would be so relaxing and soft okay. Like he’d like resting his head on your lap, or having you play with his hair. Or like being big spoon but have his forehead resting on your back. Soft shit like that.

In summary, his skinship feels like gently falling asleep.

Joshua

PDA

PDA would never increase past handholding with him. More so than skinship, in public, he’d show affection with eye contact. Like he’d love just catching your eyes from across the room and giving you a stupid little wink to make you smile. That’s not really skinship, but y’know?

In Private

In private, I feel like he’d still be pretty reserved, although of course not as much. Like he’d like hugging his arms around you and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. He’d absolutely love when you hug onto him or kiss his cheek.

In summary, all of his touches are small but meaningful.

Jun

PDA

I feel like most of his PDA would be very playful. Like when he laughs, he’d hug onto you and wiggle a little y’know the lil wiggle right? Or he’d hold your hand and swing it back and forth while y’all walk. Essentially, this boy would always be wanting you by his side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, or sitting right up next to him.

In Private

His playful skinship would, I think, get really soft in private. Like the cute hand holding would turn into him rubbing small circles on your hand with his thumb, or pressing your hand against his cheek. Probably squishing his cheek against yours tbh. And he’d curl up into you, with constant tiny kisses wherever he could reach: your cheek, your hand, your elbow, anywhere. And he’d nuzzle his head onto you like a cat

In summary, he’s a baby with his skinship.

Hoshi

PDA

He’d not mind a little PDA. I feel like he’d probably find it really cute, actually. But his PDA would be more like locking arms together, or big fat kisses on the cheek. He’d also like one of you on the other’s lap. Like if you were on his lap, he’d hug his arms around you and prop his lil chin up on your shoulder. And if he was on yours, he’d probably expect the same from you. But also, he’d not constantly need your skinship, so he’d not mind if you sat by someone else.

In Private

He’d love cuddling in private okay like he’d see you and just open his arms, and you’d know that means you gotta go to him so he could hug you. And expect back hugs no matter what you’re doing. But he’d highkey tickle your sides so be warned. I feel like he’d also get soft pretty often. Like he’d be like resting his head on your shoulder, and if you rested your head in his lap, he’d play with your hair. But also like play with and squish your cheeks and lean over to give you a kiss.

In summary, he’s a hamster - sometimes sleeping in your hand, but most times squriming around.

Wonwoo

PDA

He’d probably get kinda shy with PDA. Like he’d want to go over and kkiss your cheek and hug onto you, but he’d resist. So it would mainly be him like standing really close to you. But, if you took initiative, and came over to him, he’d love it. Like hug onto him, sit on his lap, hug his arm, make him blush and melt. He’d love that shit.

In Private

oml his skinship would be so romantic. Like he’d cup your cheek in his hands, brushing it delicately with his thumb, tuck your hair behind your ear for you. He’d rest his forehead against yours. He’d have his hand tucked into yours. Like everything would just be really intimate and comforting.

In summary, he’s shy, but so hopelessly romantic.

Woozi

PDA

lol PDA would be nonexistent with him. He’d probably be like across the room from you honsetly. Physical contact wouldn’t be the way he prefers to show his affection, he’d not really need it much at all. In public, you two may not seem like more than friends.

In Private

He’s said before that he really doesn’t like skinship much, so I doubt that he’d be super cuddly. I feel like the extent would be your fingers delicately touching while he lays next to you. Or like, he’d kiss the back of your head.

In summary, he’s not too big on skinship.

Dokyeom

PDA

PDA would definitely be a thing. Like he’d love hugging you from behind, and kissing your cheek. But that’s probably the extent of it, never too gross, just all of the normal things of couples. And maybe, if he’s feeling extra loving, he’d want you sitting in his lap.

In Private

He’d be both so playful and so romantic, jsut depending on his mood. You could tell his mood by the way he touches you. When he feels calm and relaxed, it would be you pullled into him with tiny kisses all over your shoulder. And when he’s sad, he’d just rest his forehead against you, his hug probably a little tighter. And when he’s happy, his hug would be nearly inescapable and he’d plant a big kiss on your cheek, pull you down to the sofa with him so that y’all can get all tangled and you could lay on top of him. In private, he’d be touching you at all times. He’d definitely be the one to hold you, not often the other way around, he’d treat you like a teddy bear.

In summary, his affectiion just explodes in private.

Mingyu

PDA

Y’know all his “boyfriend” photos? He’d have that vibe. Like just him arm casually draped over your shoulder, or his hand resting on your knee. Lol he’d put his hand in your back pocket while walking because why not. Probably not really kissy in public, though. Like barely on the cheek.

In Private

He’d go from casual and cool to an actual puppy. He’d like squish you with his hugs, and kiss the top of your head. Always stealing kisses, really. Just playing on your phone? Kiss. In the middle of a sentence? Kiss. And when sitting on the sofa, he’d need you tucked right up next to him so that he could hug you.

In summary, he’s 100% organic boyfriend material.

Minghao

PDA

It would be along the same lines as Mingyu, I think. Like it would be there, but very subtle. More often, less touching and more so just being beside each other. Although, he’d actually really like handholding.

In Private

It’d not be too extra in private, either, still just comfortable and chill. Like on the sofa, you could drape your legs across his lap, or lean against him under his arm. He’d give little pecks on your temple whenever he sees the opportunity. Not too much, but very sweet.

In summary, he gives you space while still being affectionate.

Seungkwan

PDA

lol his PDA would very much be attention getting, as if to say “hey look somebody loves me! I can prove it!” He’d like if you came and hugged him from behind or if you put your arm around him. He’d want to snuggle up onto you. He’d also probably like hug your arm or you hug his when walking, rather than simply holding hands. And kisses in public, too. Like a nice big peck on the lips when saying hello or goodbye.

In Private

He’d probaby be twice as needy. Like he’d come over and roll on top of you because he wants you to pay attention to him. He’d hug you and give you a cheeky smile because he wants a kiss. You’d either be his pillow, his footrest, or his chair.

In sumarry, he wants to be your arm candy.

Vernon

PDA

He’d be very, very chill in public. Probably the highest extent being that he’d like having his hand on your knee or thigh. He’d be pretty casual, but like when he sees you he’d scoot over so you have room to be right beside him, or if he sees you satdning there, he’d slide on over and put his hand on your hip.

In Private

He’d still kinda have that lazy vibe in private, too. Like he’d just kinda have you slouched onto him but hoenstly all cuddling would end in making out But just in general he’d have his head resting on you at all times,

In summary, his cuddles are lazy.

Dino

PDA

He’d not have any notable PDA, like at the very most he’d put his arm over your shoulder, but mainly it would just be like standing close to you. so that your hands brush together, or like interlocking pinkies. Soft shit that nobody else would notice.

In Private

He’d have his hands all over you in private, like cuddling with his hand up your shirt just so he could feel the warmth of your back, or have his head restiing on your chest. He’d like you on his lap so he could plant tiny kisses on the back of your shoulders. He’d find skinship to be very relaxing, sensual almost as opposed to cute or sweet.

In summary, his skinship would be very sensual and warm.

So I’m realizing I probably should have done this seperately for each unit because this got kinda long but it’s alright I’m still kickin’ and this highkey made me so soft I’m dying.

So yeah, thanks for coming to my TedTalk

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jungnoir · 6 years

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college boyfriend!rocky

you know... this was going to happen one day.... don’t look at me like that

WHOO HERE WE GO IT’S ROCKSTER’S FIRST YEAR AT COLLEGE

WAIT

OH GOD

WHY DID HE ENROLL

THIS WAS A BAD IDEA

FRICK ABORT ABOR

unlike his classmates from grade school up until his high school graduation, minhyuk had never,,, thought about college

like of course he knew it was a thing and it’s a thing people do usually if they don’t immediately get a job

but tbh, minhyuk just kinda doesn’t feel like he’s really into the whole 4 years or more wasting away with 20 page essays and eight powerpoint presentations on his computer clouding up his space for music

(all ppt’s are named something like “seifheoihfosh” or “huughsksl” because he did the research, professor. why must he be forced to title things appropriately too)

he didn’t like watching his friends stress over the stupid entrance exams and he didn’t want to spend thousands of dollars on studying for another good part of his life, but his parents had done a lot to give him that opportunity

and honestly? it sucks knowing how much his parents have slaved away time at work hoping that if he did aspire to go toward higher education, he wouldn’t have to cut half his studying time in half to work part time jobs just to eat and get by

he’d never admit it to their faces but... he really doesn’t want to study business

and yet here he is, seated in the back of a small classroom with a large air conditioner blowing behind him and making the entire room drop to 60 degrees or lower, learning about that very thing

honestly, when his dad asked him what he planned to major at the nearby university (he had never even been asked if he wanted to go to university, it was just an assumption that he would which made the situation even worse), he had lost what little peace he’d had in the moment and started to panic

there were so many professions, none of which minhyuk had ever considered studying at all, and yet here his parents were smiling at him expectantly like minhyuk had had university merch hanging on his bedroom walls since he was 10

and the first thing he spits out is “business” because that’s a mature thing to study right? that’s something successful people study

except it’s definitely not what minhyuk is interested in and that is made heavily apparent here and now, listening to his professor drone on and on at the head of the classroom

thankfully (not), the loud ass air conditioner behind him is blocking out everything that’s even being discussed, to the point where minhyuk thinks if he had his fancy studio headphones on high volume, he’d still be able to hear better than with the roaring machine in his ear

this detail ends up leaving minhyuk bored and irritated all the time, and he usually either snoozes on the desk until the next class comes in and he’s awoken or tries to focus his time on his phone, mindlessly scrolling as the hours pass and he remains just as unhappy as he had been the minute he’d entered the retched classroom

in fact, the only thing giving him any kind of joy right now was the fact that he had dance practice with the dance club on campus right after this, and he couldn’t be happier to work the cold air out of his bones through cracking out some new moves

since minhyuk’s seat is pretty undesirable, you can imagine no one sits in the three other chairs at that very table....... ever

like he’s never once seen anyone go near that table his whole time in that class

now you,,, you know just how undesirable that table is

even sitting all the way up front with your friends, you often had to bring a hoodie just to block out the cool air that your bumbling professor didn’t seem disturbed by

it didn’t help that you abhor the class as well

you honestly were just taking it for some credit you couldn’t get from the class you wanted to take, the roster having filled up within the first ten minutes of class enrollment opening

when you’d heard this class had an open spot, you had jumped at the chance

boy were you in for it

had you not been as polite as you were, you might not have even attempted to keep eye contact with the professor while he talked about god knows what all the time

but you have your friend, and you two are suffering together so that’s all that matters!!!

until!!!

she gets a boyfriend!!!

you had no problem with her having a boyfriend, rather the opposite really

you were v happy for her!! but since he was in ur class.... and they were always together...... that meant that they always wanted to be close no matter what

the other two people at the table were also a couple, so it seemed you were the one to boot when her boyfriend decided he wanted to sit next to his girlfriend from now on

they had apologized profusely to you as you quietly scooped up your things and tried to keep a calm smile on your face but,, that was your seat

if you didn’t love your friend and her happiness so much, you might’ve threatened the boy to fight you for the seat like a man

but u were nice and civil and it was just a seat

u could manage with a change of scenery in that boring class, couldn’t you?

well, turns out loverboy’s old seat is right next to a gamer who perpetually smells like monster energy drinks and hot cheetos

plus,,, he never covers his mouth when he burps

needless to say, one class of sitting next to him had you desperate to find another seat

until you spotted the back one day

from what you could see, there was no one there yet as you had arrived early, so thinking you had no other choice, you sat yourself in the seat next to the end seat and set your stuff up

even the a/c was off!! this was your lucky day!!

you busy yourself with writing some of your english paper as students pile into the classroom one by one, but you’re not interested enough to people watch today

you’re about nine hundred words longer into your essay and feeling satisfied when you decide to give your hands and eyes a lil break

you smile to yourself and look up, only to nearly jump out of your skin

because there is a boy there, curly hair a mess on his head like he’d just awoken and a hoodie far too big for his lean frame hanging off his body. his backpack is just as huge, practically hanging off his shoulder had it not been for his hand clasped around the strap

and he’s just. staring

he’s staring at you like you’ve killed his mother in cold blood

you stare right back with just as much surprise, wondering if he’ll say anything in particular, but he stays silent

“uh” you finally utter, frowning as he seems to snap back to reality

he points at a chair and mumbles “my... um.... that’s my seat”

it happens to be the seat directly to your left, the aisle seat

you stare at the seat for a few seconds and then slowly scoot your chair over a bit, moving your mess of notes from the space that would intrude his and mutter a quiet apology, suddenly not as pepped as you were before about your new seat

the boy slides into the seat and stays to the very edge of the seat like you have a disease, and you start to feel a little upset at that

even though you don’t know him and he doesn’t know you and is therefore in no way obliged to be friendly with you, it still makes you feel bad

after all, this was his seat

for all you knew, it had been his seat damn near all semester and here you were just intruding on his space out of nowhere

you mutter another apology and type away at your computer much more quietly, wondering if maybe you should just move to the other end of the table to give him space, but you feel it’d be too awkward

plus, the professor just walked in

you watch as the wiry old man flips a switch next to the light

almost immediately, you feel a sudden freezing cold on your back and you wince, realizing that you’d forgotten a very important item despite your preparedness this morning as you strolled to class

your freaking jacket

you left your freaking jacket at your dorm

the mystery boy beside you notices your wince and frowns, feeling suddenly v hot in his large warm jacket that moonbin had given him

here you were, in a tank top with almost all your arms’ expanse exposed to the cold air and your poor body was beginning to shiver as ten minutes of class turned into twenty, which turned into half an hour and you were starting to feel your blood completely turn to ice

“are... are you cold?” mystery boy leans over to ask, spooking you from your trance of squinting at your professor

“huh??? oh... uh... yeah. i was kinda dumb and forgot to bring my jacket this morning. i’m usually on top of that” you explain, turning back to the professor in an attempt to decipher what he’s saying over the loud blowing in your ears

“i would give up if i were you... it’s super hard to hear back here”

you frown and look over at him but he just shrugs, “have you not been able to hear him all semester?”

again, he shrugs

you kinda wonder how he hasn’t failed this class already, but even you can’t talk

even without the a/c, you don’t know what the professor is blabbing about anyway

you sigh in defeat and lean back in your chair, cursing the cold air that’s slowly starting to chill your bones when you feel something warm brush your arm

you’re about to attack the boy next to you, thinking he might be trying to overstep some boundaries, but your face softens when you see he’s shrugged out of his hoodie and is now holding it to you, avoiding eye contact

he shakes it when you don’t immediately accept it, “you need it more than i do” is all he says

you decide that you’re too cold to act courteous and instead you accept said jacket, nearly shuddering when you feel his warmth still lingering on the warm cotton lining inside

you slip it on and are suddenly barricaded in not only warmth, but the mystery boy’s scent

it smells of fruity shampoo and “boy smell”, but it’s not a bad smell

it’s actually kinda........ nice

you find yourself snuggling into the thing so much that by the time the class ends, you sincerely don’t want to part with it, but it seems the mystery boy has somewhere to go and you don’t want to hold his clothes captive

you would retreat to your bedroom soon enough and relish in the warmth of the covers, so you didn’t need it

as you pass it back to him, he gratefully bows his head at you and begins to make his way out of class

until you suddenly call “what’s your name!”

him, and a few of the other students trailing out turn to look, but you’ve got eyes locked right on his

he seems to blush and says in a just loud enough voice, “minhyuk... and you?”

you say your name back, much louder than him, and grin when he smiles back a little before skittering out of the class

and so, you find yourself subconsciously waiting for the next day of class???

every monday, wednesday, and friday, you see him

you start your week with minhyuk and you end your week with minhyuk

for the first few classes after your first meeting, he stays quiet and doesn’t say more than he has to

you remember to bring your jacket of course, but part of you really wants to leave it behind just so you have the excuse of borrowing his again

because damn that thing smelled nice- i mean, ,,, felt nice

slowly, you learn the rules of the back of the classroom that minhyuk cutely calls “the void of room 203″

because of the loud a/c, nothing said back there can be heard for several tables in front of you both

so no matter how loudly you’re dissing people, the rest of the class could be none the wiser

and yes, while it is terribly cold, minhyuk manages to take your mind off it the more you get him to open up

he goes from blushing and going wide-eyed every time you’d talk to greeting you with a shy smile in the hallway when you’d pass each other on the way to different classes

sometimes you’d find him surrounded by a group of five other boys on campus, some you recognized as members of the infamous dance club headed by kwon soonyoung, the dance genius himself

when you asked minhyuk the following day of class about it, he had practically lit up

he seemed all too eager to tell you about his dancing, about how long he’s been interested in it and how kind the older boys in his dance club are

he tells you how one of the boys, moonbin, had given him the jacket he was so fond of and wore to class all the time

you made a mental note to track down this moonbin kid and ask where he got that thing

though you doubted it would feel as nice as minhyuk’s what huh i didn’t say anything

he was v passionate about dance, even blurting out that he thought you should come see him at the dance competition they were having next weekend

of course, right after he’d said that, he had shrunk in on himself and tacked on a “only if you want...” at the end

and sure enough, you had requested he point you in the direction of acquiring tickets to see him

at first he’s all like no!!! i was kidding!!!!

but you’re so insistent and you seem to genuinely want to see him dance so i mean

who is he to stop you?

(someone who thinks ur hella cute that’s who)

he ends up taking you with him after class for the first time, and you note with a little giddiness that you’ve never really been anywhere else with minhyuk outside of classes... purposefully

like you’ve seen each other and struck up conversations in line at the caf but you’ve never actually went somewhere with him, planning to anyway

so it’s kind of funny how you two linger near each other as he leads you to the arts building where the dancers reside

the top floor is for the ballet dancers, while the bottom floor is where all the hip hop dancers hang

he shows you one of the open practice rooms where a few of his dance crew are, and you can’t believe your eyes when minhyuk suddenly just.... changes

right before your eyes is no longer the shy boy you’d grown fond of

now he was all kinds of excitable, greeting his fellow members with big smiles and laughter and suddenly you feel like the shy one out of you two

he doesn’t even really seem to notice, talking to the boys about this and that

but then one of them spots you and coughs rather loudly, making gestures at you when minhyuk gives him a puzzled look

a glimpse of the shy boy comes back when he rushes over to you and places his hands on your shoulders, guiding you over to the group of boys

you’re honestly too stunned by the sudden touch he’s initiated that you pretty much blank out on him introducing you to everyone

it’s only when the boy who had initially noticed you walks up and holds out his hand, sweat dripping down his neck and chest but looking otherwise unbothered by it

“hi, i’m moonbin! i’m minhyuk’s friend,,, he talks a lot about you ya know”

you flush just as minhyuk drops his hands from your shoulders and whines back “i do not!!” indignantly, all the while the others simply refute his claim with a chorus of “yeah you do”‘s

you find it more endearing than you probably should when minhyuk stutters over a response to you, looking absolutely mortified and regretting bringing you here after all

but then moonbin takes control as if he hadn’t just utterly destroyed his friend’s confidence in seconds “so! what brings you here?”

“minhyuk said he’d sell me tickets to your dance competition?”

moonbin widens his eyes at you and then looks at minhyuk, “you’re making your friend pay?”

minhyuk seems to snap out of his pity party long enough to form a reply, looking a little pouty, “well, of course... y- we need it”

moonbin stares at him for a solid minute before he bursts into laughter, shooting you a smile as if to say he’s sorry for you being friends with the younger boy

then he goes over to his duffle and pulls out a ticket and hands it to you, shoving his hands into his pockets despite your confusion

“don’t worry, you’re minhyuk’s friend. you’re free to come. hell, you could sell the ticket for all i care”

you’re v thankful, telling him that you’ll definitely come and that you’ll definitely scold minhyuk for being so stingy, and then the both of you are walking out of the building with much less haste

as you’re walking, you turn to minhyuk to see he looks a lil deflated

“did it bother you that much the way they joked with you?” you ask quietly, watching his expression for any telling signs

but he shakes his head quickly, smiling reassuringly if only for a moment

he seems to be debating over what to say before he finally does, “it’s... moonbin.... he doesn’t have a lot of money to come to the school to begin with. we try to split up enough money from the dance competitions we win to go toward his tuition. since we also help sell tickets and advertise the venues we dance at, we send that money his way as well. he’s usually humble about the whole thing, which is why i was hoping i’d get tickets from soonyoung or something...”

you feel bad all of a sudden, wanting to go back and demand you pay to moonbin, but you know that would just make him uncomfortable

so instead, you slip more than enough cash into minhyuk’s hand and watch as his comically large eyes find yours

“don’t tell him i gave that to you, alright? i’ll beat you up right after he does”

all minhyuk does is nod, shoving the money in his pocket

and he lingers

until he throws his arms around your neck and you’re caught into a hug

and god.... this is the first time you’ve been so close to minhyuk.... you can feel his rapid heart beat and his breaths rustling the hair at your ear

“i’m sorry, it’s just... when people... are kind to the people i love, i tend to really like those people a lot”

you practically melt as you hug him back, despite your nervous movements that he doesn’t seem to notice

“I thought you already liked me” you joke, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in your hands

he pulls back, half a foot from your face

and those mesmerizing angel eyes catch yours

“...maybe i already did. maybe... this just sealed the deal for me” he mutters, though it’s loud and clear for you

from that moment forward, you can’t help but admit.... you’ve fallen for park minhyuk

suddenly when you’re sitting next to him in class, all you can think about is his quiet squeaky laugh as he makes you watch funny videos on his phone

suddenly you’re wanting to be in that jacket of his more

and even when he scolds you for forgetting your jacket again, you snuggle unabashedly into the warmth of his clothes and he can’t pretend he doesn’t like seeing you wearing his clothes often

he’s sneaking glances of you when you come to watch him practice, always showing off in the subtlest of ways just to impress you

schooling his expression into something he’d think is sexy, and what moonbin would call “constipated”

but shhhh moonbin u think it is kinda sexy,,, in a constipated way

plus, it’s not like you don’t just end up completely entranced by his moves when he’s really into it

you often imagine yourself, and you’d never admit this aloud, dancing with him

sometimes a particularly beautiful song will come on and you’d find yourself zoning out, imaging him holding you, moving with you, dancing as if you’re made to mold together

it’s the night before the competition when minhyuk calls you

he’s asked you to come to his practice this time instead of having you come without invitation because he wants to be sure you’ll be there

he tells you that he’d bought you dinner, and that he just wanted you to tell him if he needed to fix any part of his dance

even though he had perfected it weeks ago, he still agonized over it

you really just want to bop him upside the head and tell him that no, there was nothing to fix. there was never anything to fix because he was perfect

still, you do as told, sitting up against the mirror that he faces when he dances

it feels so different compared to sitting against one of the walls like you usually do, because you can see all of his expressions clear as day

you watch as he stops in the middle of his routine, taking in a few deep breaths as he tries to regain his energy

“minhyuk-” “i don’t think it’s good enough yet”

you frown, “it’s perfect, minhyuk!”

he just looks at you with a dejected look, “you have to say that.... you’re my friend”

you frown and set your orange chicken to the side, crawling across the floor to where he’s now crouched and taking a swig of water

when you’re within inches of him, you hold out a hand “you wanna see not good enough? put on a song and dance with me”

he looks at you for a moment and laughs, “what?”

you shrug at him and head over to the stereo, putting his playlist on shuffle and laughing when a particularly cheesy 2000′s r&b song comes on

you watch as minhyuk cringes, trying to muffle his laughs as you start to dance over to him, looking extremely awkward yet managing to lift his spirit in seconds

he’s so attracted to your personality,,, you just have a light that makes him look twice

so he takes you up on your offer and decides to dance with you, knowing he looks super goofy and knowing if any of the boys walked in he’d be roasted within an inch of his life but he still,,,, has fun

anyone would argue it’s simply because it’s you and when is he not willing to make a fool of himself just to make you laugh i mean

the kid is just...... gone... for u

you two are just dancing like this, acting like a pair of dummies to like,,, sexy can i or somethin

and then the music ends as a softer song plays and you and minhyuk fall to the floor in a fit of breathless giggles

you land first and he lands across your tummy, effectively weighing you down to the wooden floor and making you swat at him just so he’ll let you breathe

he slowly slides off of you, laying down on his side beside you instead

“thank you” he says softly, smiling so big that you think it might tear his face in two

you just reach up a hand to his face and comb his hair from his sweaty forehead, smiling back just a little smaller bc you’ve only been this close to him once before and your heart wasn’t beating as fast as that time

there’s a calmness over you, a burst of confidence that you’re not sure where it comes from and you’re a little scared to see what it’ll drive you to do

but you rest your hand on his cheek, his eyes never leaving yours

“can i kiss you?” you both ask at the same time

and then burst into another fit of giggles

minhyuk looks both totally embarrassed and totally flattered, knowing that he wasn’t the only one feeling anything right then

“yeah... uh... let’s just...” minhyuk starts, trying to find the right words

(of which he doesn’t get to finish doing because you’ve already cut him off with a kiss..... it’s ok bud)

(if moonbin was here, he’d probably scream)

(if soonyoung was here, he would probably take pictures like a proud mother) (that’s weird, soonyoung) (don’t do that)

from this moment on, you could say you and minhyuk begin to engage in some,,, sor t of courting

i say “some sort” because if you thought minhyuk would get any better at being around you after kissing you then,, heh

the poor bean is just a bundle of nerves every time he’s around you!!! like even more so!!! bc he hasn’t dated much in his young life and he likes you a heck of a lot

most dates he went on back in high school were with ppl his friends would set him up with, which usually either ended in him being turned down or the other way around

but you? he’d be crushed if this didn’t work out

he takes most of his dating tips from the older boys which is a Bad idea but he also doesn’t have many reliable sources to begin with i mean

his mom suggested a good date idea would be bringing you home for scrabble night

so, needless to say, your first couple of dates are just some awkward mixture of candlelight dinners in stuffy clothes and movie dates where he’s spent half an hour debating if he should put his arm around you or not

but one day, you’ve had enough

and you suggest a date at the arcade

and jesus christ you never knew minhyuk was this competitive asufheoihfi

he loosens up so much playing around with you, whether shooting baskets at the basketball game or trying to slice off the other’s fingers during a game of air hockey

you actually end up winning the most tickets tho, much to his pouting dismay

that is, up until you combine all your tickets and buy him a giant stuffed panda

“i’m the luckiest guy in this arcade tonight :)” “you’re on a date with me, of course you are”

you and minhyuk just have this natural best friend kind of relationship?? like if no one ever told jinjin that you two were together, he’d be none the wiser

you and minhyuk: *eskimo kissing while snuggled against each other*

jinjin: aw i love friendship :)

but it’s just expected that you two are mostly distant pda wise, unless you two are alone

if you are alone, you have to kind of ease minhyuk into initiating skinship with you

but from there? u don’t have to ask

he’s got a hand on you always

he just likes having u close. it’s a pisces thing

sometimes he jokes that after a few years into your relationship, he would be comfortable enough to hold hands with you in public (at least most of you hopes he’s joking)

he doesn’t take nearly as long to get comfortable with you, though he often felt bad when he’d see a couple in public hugging or one with their arm around the other, and he just wasn’t sure he was ready for that

but you had assured him countless times that you’d wait. that you would never go so far that he could not follow

and minhyuk likes that you don’t try to force him. he likes that he can comfortably mold with you

often times, you feel as if you need to guide him along,,, which can be a bit tricky

bc while you do want to be there for him, there are times you wished he would be more assertive

when you guys fight, it’s only after days of bubbling tension that boils over

minhyuk would often brush you off if he was annoyed with something you did, while you were one to confront him

his passiveness would start to crumble after a while of this

when minhyuk gets into arguments with you, it’s one of the few other times you see him get so passionate

he comes at you full of emotion like a hurricane of upset that you had no idea you’d let loose

and at first, it really kind of throws you off

but you notice that minhyuk is the type to try and pretend everything is okay, even if he knows it’s not

if only to keep from facing reality for a little bit

it’s something he hates about himself and he promises he’s working on it

that’s why when you finish fighting, he habitually takes your hands in his and kisses them both, never breaking eye contact with you as he asks “are we okay?”

when you nod, he knows he can survive another day

because you’re both young and you’re both trying to figure this whole thing out, and he’ll figure it out with you because he doesn’t want to lose you. he won’t let himself sabotage one of the best things that has happened to him. not ever

minhyuk tells you about switching majors a few weeks after you get together

he explains that while he had initially intended to stay in school as a business major and land a stable job so that his parents’ work wouldn’t be in vain, the dance club was the most fun he ever had at school

moonbin, being a dance major, had also tried to encourage minhyuk to pursue his dream

every sign was pointing toward switching, but minhyuk didn’t want to let his parents down

so you decided you’d go with him to talk to his parents

you’d met them once before, so they already had a positive view of you, but from the way minhyuk talked about disappointing them, you were legitimately worried they’d be mad or something

it’s only when minhyuk sits them down and tells them that..... well.....

“oh? is that all?”

minhyuk is O.O

his parents look completely unbothered, “if that’s what you wanna do, do it honey” “you mean.... you’re not upset? being a dance major doesn’t promise a stable career” “we didn’t spend our lives working to send you to school to do the safe thing, we did it so you could do what makes you happy”

you just smile brightly next to minhyuk, rubbing his shoulders as he lets the info sink in, and then he just can’t stop thanking them for loving and caring for him so much

you can tell changing his major just makes minhyuk become so much brighter, literally

every time you see him, he’s sparkling and so happy

he loves that he’s dancing for more than just a side hobby and that he can focus on what he wants, and while you miss him in your boring business class, you can bet he’s waiting outside in the hall for you after class each day

...even though he only has fifteen minutes to book it to his next class

you love him but he really is quite a romantic dolt sometimes

you love seeing your dancing machine so happy, and if he’s happy, so are you

enjoy him!!! he will love you to the moon (bin) and back

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Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood Sickfic

AHHHHH….this took forever to write and I just can’t get it out right. My muse has abandoned me. But I got it done. Will post better work in the future hopefully. Author’s note at the end about how a view Percy Weasley (but tbh it’s mostly me justifying my inexplicable love of my problematic son)

Warning: Vomit mention, but non-graphic. Also smoking.

The alarm clock was blaring. Percy Weasley groaned, blindly groping across his bedside table until the noise stopped. Sitting up slowly, he pinched the bridge of his nose and slid his glasses on. “Morning,” Oliver Wood yawned, his voice cutting through the early morning traffic of Muggle London. Percy jumped, bleary eyes snapping open. “Merlin, I forgot you were here.” “Charming,” Oliver snorted, sliding further into the warmth of the bed. “No practice today?” Percy sighed, stretching his shoulders as he sat up. “Nope. Why else would I spend the night?” “I don’t know. Because you were bored?” Oliver grinned, lazily opening his eyes. “Aww, you’re so sweet,” he chuckled sleepily, reaching over to slip his fingers into the waistband of Percy’s flannel pants. “No,” Percy spoke sharply, tone much harsher than he had intended. He slipped his fingers around Oliver’s wrist, giving his hand a light squeeze as he pushed him away and stood. “Fine,” Oliver smiled reassuringly after a beat of silence. “Why are you so grumpy on this beautiful morning?” Percy rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his sleep mussed hair and sliding his feet into a pair of sneakers. “I’m always grumpy. We’ve been living together since we were eleven. Why have you never noticed?” Oliver rolled over to face his boyfriend, watching as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his neatly organized dresser and pulled on an old sweater over his pajama shirt. “Will you be in a better mood after you have a smoke and some coffee?” Percy shuffled forward, moving towards the tiny balcony of his flat. “You know I won’t.” “This is a very pleasant way to wake up,” Oliver called out as Percy slid open the sliding glass door. “You could always go home,” Percy retorted as he closed the door behind him.

Percy stood at the railing, taking a drag off his cigarette. He’d woken up with a pounding headache, but he had hoped it would ease up a bit once he was up and walking around. As he blew out a stream of smoke, a cough clawed its way out of his lungs. He choked and gagged. His throat ached and burned. Stubbing out the smoldering ash, Percy gagged again at the taste clinging in his mouth. Great, he huffed internally.Just a perfect beginning to my day.

Oliver was still in bed when Percy walked through to the bathroom. As the water in the shower warmed up, Percy glanced in the mirror. Even with his glasses on, his vision refused to focus. He squinted a bit, taking in the dark circles ringing his eyes. They had been in place permanently since his fifth year, but today he looked even more exhausted than usual. His skin was paper white, even more than his usual ginger pale. The burning in his throat still held fast, making him cough again and again. Setting his glasses aside, Percy climbed under the warm spray of the shower. Taking deep breaths of the steam, he stood, trying to let the warmth soak into him. It didn’t help. His body refused to absorb the heat. Finally, he gave up and stepped back into the bathroom. The cold air hit him like a slap to the face. Goose bumps broke out across his exposed skin. Teeth chattering together, Percy moved clumsily. With tremoring hands, he brushed his teeth and attempted to comb his messy curls into submission. His head still ached, pain rippling across his forehead. Oliver was finally up and out of bed when Percy returned, clutching a towel around his waist. Stepping into the kitchen, Percy coughed again, muffling the sound into the sleeve of his clean, grey shirt. “You should quit smoking,” Oliver grinned, placing a bowl if porridge in front of him. “And ruin my grunge aesthetic?” Percy smirked, smoothing a hand over the well ironed front of his shirt and picking up the newly delivered copy of the Daily Prophet. Oliver stared across the table, observing Percy’s stiff posture and pinched expression. All that was fairly standard, but Oliver couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was wrong. “Everything alright?” He spoke quietly in the quiet kitchen. “Yes,” Percy spoke without looking up from his paper. His voice was turning a bit scratchy. He nudged his breakfast away and took a gulp from his coffee. “Any important plans for today?” Oliver kept trying. “Whatever I’m told to do,” Percy sighed, finally setting the paper down. He pushed his glasses on top of his head and pressed his fingers firmly into his red-rimmed eyes. “Should I pack you a lunch?” Oliver grinned, just wanting to see Percy smile before he was off to the Ministry. It was something only Oliver seemed to really appreciate. Percy Weasley had a beautiful smile. His attempts failed. Percy only sighed again. “I’ll go out for lunch.” His voice was growing dull and exasperated. “Or work straight through it?” Oliver smiled, trying to maintain a calm, relaxed air to his words. Pushing his chair back, he moved to stand behind Percy’s chair. “Maybe,” was his only response, pulling away when Oliver touched his shoulder. “Of course, they can’t survive without their Weatherby,” he prodded, trying to get some of the fight back into Percy. But he received only a weary eye roll. Then Percy gave a hoarse cough and cleared his throat. “Alright?” Oliver prompted again, cupping his hand against the back of Percy’s neck. “Personal space, Ollie,” he sighed, slapping Oliver’s hand away and standing up. “We just spent the night together, Weasley!” The slightest twitch of a smile played across Percy’s face as he grabbed his messenger bag and slipped his coat on. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said, moving towards his front door. “I’ll be here,” Oliver called back. “Eating your food and going through your stuff.” Percy threw a quick wave over his shoulder, not even bothering to turn around as he left the flat. “Love you too,” Oliver yelled as he picked up the paper for himself, quickly found the sports section, and propped his feet up on Percy’s immaculate kitchen table.

Percy returned home just as the sky was growing dark. “Good evening, Weatherby,” Oliver waved from his spot on the couch. “Did you have a productive day?” Percy startled. Again. “Oliver, for the love of-” “Forgot I was here?” Oliver grinned. “So it’s a pleasant surprise then?” Percy gave a weary sigh. “Not in the mood Ollie.” Percy collapsed on the couch next to his boyfriend. Slumping back slightly, he pulled his horned-rimmed glasses off and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. Oliver turned, brow furrowing slightly. Percy’s face was a sickly white, even more than was standard for the Weasley clan. And there was something not quite right about how he was holding himself. He just looked…off. Percy huffed heavily, dropping his hands. He coughed into his elbow and then propped his glasses on top of his head. But he kept his eyes shut. “You alright?” Oliver leaned forward, letting his chin rest on Percy’s knobby shoulder. No response. “Need anything?” Oliver pressed on. “Thirty minutes of silence,” Percy cleared his throat and squirmed away, nudging the other man away. Oliver leaned close again, nuzzling into Percy’s neck. “Oliver,” the smaller man barked with surprising strength. “Please, I’ve got a splitting headache. Can you just leave me be for a minute?” Oliver jerked back, scooting to the other side of the couch. He just stared for a moment. Then he whispered a quiet “Sorry,” before standing and walking into the kitchen. Oliver gave Percy thirty-five minutes of solitude. He could have gotten upset in response to being snapped at. But he’d known Percy too long to even be offended. Percy could be moody on his best day and got cranky when he was tired, even crankier when he wasn’t feeling well. And Oliver suspected that was the cause of this evening’s particularly dramatic irritability. Percy was sitting on the couch, slouching with a hand over his eyes. “Still got a headache?” Oliver spoke quietly, moving to sit on the other end of the couch. “Yes, Oliver,” he responded; now sounding more worn out than annoyed. “Well, you have some potions right? I can find something that’ll help.” Percy let his hand drop, head rolling to the side. His blue eyes were rimmed in red and took an extra few seconds to focus. Forcing a weak smile, Percy shook his head. “That’s alright, Ollie. I’ll probably just head off to bed soon.” “You sure? You’re not looking too good.” Percy sat up a little, stretching his stiff shoulders.

“I’m fine.” “Well,” Oliver sighed after a moment. “It’s getting late. Want to order some dinner?” Percy grimaced, hands moving to his stomach and skin losing a bit more color. “Really not feeling so hungry right now.” A shudder ran through his body and a sheen of sweat had broken out across his forehead. Oliver shifted closer. “Perce…feeling nauseous?” “Nauseated, technically,” Percy spoke without thinking. “What?” “Technically, nauseous means something that causes nausea. Nauseated refers to experiencing nausea.” Percy hunched forward slightly, voice rasping into nothing, and Oliver rolled his eyes, grinning just a bit. “I guess if you feel well enough to lecture me about proper grammar, then you feel well enough for our usual curry dinner. Aloo Gobi? Extra spicy?” That seemed to push Percy over the edge. His face went completely white and his stomach gurgled audibly. With shocking speed, he was off the couch and into the bathroom, door slamming behind him. “Oh shit,” Oliver cursed quietly, standing up and moving to knock on the closed door. “Perce, I’m sorry. That wasn’t funny.” He heard a retch and some coughing then nothing. He waited another moment then knocked again. “You alright?” He heard a strange sound. That can’t be right. So, Oliver cracked the door open. Percy was sitting slumped against the wall, laughing hoarsely with his head resting against his knee. “Are you delirious?” Oliver tried to smiled, only half kidding. Choking back a laugh, Percy looked up, cheeks flushed bright and eyes glazed over. “I was trying so hard not to be sick in front of you,” he snorted and coughed, gagging again. Oliver crouched down, placing a hand on his back. “As much as I like to see you…enjoying yourself? Maybe you should try to calm down a little? You’re going to make yourself sick again.” Percy burst out laughing again, growing nearly hysterical. Oliver rubbed circles on his back, feeling his muscles convulse. “Since when do you worry about me?” He choked before dissolving back into coughing. Oliver patted his back again. “Seriously, deep breaths Perce.” As he gasped and panted, Oliver let his hand rest against Percy’s forehead. His skin was hot and clammy. “You’re feeling pretty warm,” Oliver threaded his fingers though his sweat-mussed red curls. “Let’s go lie down for a little while.” Fifteen minutes later, the couple was sitting on the couch in a comfortable quiet. Oliver had the radio on, volume turned low. Percy had slumped over, letting his head rest in Oliver’s lap. He let his fingers trail along the redhead’s hairline, tracing the perfect ringlet that fell next to his ear. “Personal space, Ollie,” he mumbled sleepily, not opening his eyes. “You put your head in my lap, dork,” Oliver chuckled in response. “I’m probably covered in germs. Don’t want to ruin your Quidditch career.” “You were cuter when you were quiet.” Oliver leaned down and planted a defiant kiss on Percy’s feverish forehead. “Gross,” Percy grinned absently, groping blindly until he found Oliver’s face and weakly shoved him away. Oliver grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and forcing him into submission. They both knew that Oliver couldn’t easily overpower the sick man on a good day, so they’re playful struggle ended quickly.

Not long after, the two had fallen asleep in a tangle of limbs, still fully clothed but comfortable in their awkward embrace.

(AUTHOR’S NOTE (FEEL FREE TO SKIP):

Okay, so as a conclusion, my Percy Weasley is like 50% snark, 25% caffeine, 15% nicotine, and a 10% core of sweet little dork that he has slowly repressed into submission. My reasoning is as follows (1) we actually don’t see that much of his personality in the books. He’s mostly there to be the butt of his family’s jokes. (2) the personality that we do see is biased because the books are ostensibly from Harry’s point of view so the impression of Percy that we get is inherently tainted by Ron’s opinions, which we know can be very strong and somewhat unfair (3) I do believe that people act differently around their family than they do around their friends. And we only really see Percy around his family.

Also, just random ranting that has nothing to do with anything, I really do believe that Percy had some idea what was going down from book 5 forward. Percy could be an arrogant prick, but he was never stupid. I don’t think it was as organized as being a spy or anything. But I really do think that he saw his family going against the Ministry and knew some bad stuff was about to go down, so he jumped ship and joined the other side so he there would be at least one person on the opposing side. He was never intentionally malicious. He never actively tried to hurt anyone. So in conclusion, the interpretations and analyses of Percy Weasley’s attitude, behavior, and thoughts are varied and this is mine.)

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