#I just wanted to reply (even if it's super obnoxiously late) because I can't stop myself ^^;))

[lyssafreyguy]

hey actually fuck whatever everyone else wants i wanna talk about The Post asdkakhsdsa this is gonna be kinda long and i'm so fucking sorry

so for context to anyone who follows me who DOESN'T know about it The Post is this post that someone made where they took screenshots of me replying to someone in the notes of another post

and i wanna talk about it! partly cause it was super fucking funny that this even happened and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it but also maybe anyone who comes to my blog because they were curious about who i am can check this post out and get proper context to everything

before i keep going i wanna get a few things out of the way real quick in no particular order:

not that i think that anyone following me would do this but don't bother the OP- i know who he is i've reblogged his posts before i have a general vibe of who he is so i know that he wasn't necessarily posting it for the sake of like. anyone harassing me can't speak for whether or not that applies to the other person but i would assume not).

going along with that when i first found out about The Post it had less than 1k but i could tell it was gonna really rack up those notes really really fast and i had to very quickly make peace with the fact that 1. statistically speaking at least one person was gonna see it and not think of me as the Good Guy in the situation/were also gonna consider me just as much of a weird obnoxious idiot or whatever and 2. that as most viral tumblr posts do it was gonna reach out of bounds at some point- all that being said no one so far has went out of their way to bother me and i genuinely appreciate it! peace and love on planet earth. :)

MY ICON ISN'T DEKU. IT'S NOT FUCKING DEKU. I'VE NEVER HAD A DEKU ICON AND I NEVER WILL. MY ICON IS MY SAD WET PATHETIC BEARD RYUKI KURUTO. IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM THAT YOU BITCHES SEE A MAN WITH SHAGGY DARK HAIR AND JUST IMMEDIATELY ASSUME IT'S DEKU. GO PLAY AI: THE SOMNIUM FILES NIRVANA INITIATIVE ON STEAM/PS4/PS5 RIGHT NOW. 🔫👀

with all that said here's the background behind what happened: late March i was going through someone's blog and came across this post:

(the main reason i wanna show the post that this all happened on is because without any context and just going off of what this person said people assumed that they were being weirdly transphobic which isn't the case! they were actually being weirdly homophobic! but also if that had actually been the case it still would've panned out the same way. i said what i said and i stand by it.)

posts like these are some of my favorite posts on here because 9/10 there're people in the replies/comments just leaving the most absolutely shit takes you ever seen and i've made a habit of going into them to look out for those people and block them which is what i was doing when i saw that person's reply- the truth is that i honestly didn't intend to reply with what i said! what i was gonna reply was actually wayyyyyyyy dumber: because they were being specifically homophobic my dyke ass was gonna spin what they said into an "hey just so you know i fucked your mom lol" comeback. because i'm 5.

obviously that didn't happen; i had spent a weird chunk of time trying to actually construct my reply multiple times and NONE of them were coming out in a way that made sense and sounded actually funny to me. and the more time i spent trying to construct it the more time i had to actually sit with and reread and take in what this person said. and after a certain point i got to a stage that i usually get with people like ter/fs where i say to myself "oh my God what is this person's fucking problem" and just like i always do when i'm at that point with anyone else i decided that before i finally just block them and move on i wanna go on their blog and see what they're about- this usually ends up in me seeing that their posts are just basically the same shit opinions that i just saw; other times it's stuff like hypersexual fanart of anime schoolgirls occasionally broken up with posts talking about how sad and lonely they are (bidoof's law in full effect); but other than a post they made where they used the r slur while talking about them being pissed off over tumblr's pikaman posts that you can never get rid of i honestly wasn't finding anything . . . until i got to this ask that they posted, which i directly quote in my reply to them:

(i'm not linking it because like. fuck this person. but i'm still slightly conflicted about giving anyone a direct link to just do whatever they feel like doing to them. if anyone asks i'll either add a link or give it to them directly but for now whether you wanna take my word on this screenshot being unedited or not is 100% up to anyone reading this. i won't be mad if you don't believe me.)

i found this post pretty easily; this person as far as i can tell isn't very active on here so there actually weren't a lot of posts that i had to scroll through to get here- i'd say it was maybe like 5 minutes max. not even. and i bring this up because some people assumed that i was searching up specific keywords to collect evidence or whatever which. to be 100% fair! is something that i do when i'm trying to sus out whether someone that i come across is actively or cryptically homophobic or transmisogynistic or neo-fascist/alt-right. when it comes to anyone else i genuinely don't have anywhere near enough of an interest to actually do this. not to mention that tumblr's search function barely works and i have genuinely no idea if it'll actually bring anything up if you try to search nsfw terms specifically since the whole porn ban happened.

and it mean that's basically it! for anyone reading this who wants to know why i replied to them: they annoyed me and i have the freedom to fire back at them for better or for worse.

for anyone who wants to know why i chose that ask specifically: other than the fact that it was just the first heinous posts of theirs that i saw? adults (which i assume this person is) who are weirdly sexual about minors fictional or not weird me the fuck out and i don't stand by that shit. especially people who brag about it even jokingly. again: i said what i said.

for anyone who wants to know why i worded my reply the way i did: because i thought it would be funny. like come on. i sounded like the world's worst Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney prosecutor. someone tagged that post with "what in the Better Call Saul . . ." and it was so fucking funny. had me cry laughing.

for anyone who wants to know if i'm surprised that someone posted my reply to this person and why: firstly yea i kinda was! secondly much like how you don't realize how much noise you're making in your own home because you forgot that after a certain point people outside can hear you until you like. have the police showing up with a noise complaint. i too in the moment completely forgot that tumblr is, in fact, a completely public website and that people can see what you say even if it's completely by chance. i was so committed to my own stupid little bit that i honestly wasn't even thinking about it. what's done is done tho there's nothing i can do about it at this point.

uhhhhhhh i don't know how to actually end this post . . . um stay healthy and safe! remember to eat good food and drink water! if you haven't indulged yourself in a hobby in a while you should go do that! maybe listen to a long video essay on a topic you've never consumed any information on while you do chores and learn something new! think on the last time you told people important to you that you love and appreciate them and then go do that! mwah mwah.

hey i've had a long day and like it's whatever but my head feels so fucking full can i like. talk about The Post? can i talk about The Post and just get it out cause i kinda wanna talk about it. lmao

[x-wearethefuture-x]

@snstone Continued from here

Maybe it was a bit of an obvious choice, but Christmas was, without a doubt, Yongsun’s favorite holiday. It had always been a major celebration growing up, and even now that they were living a fair distance from most of the rest of their family. It was hard not to love the “togetherness” of it all. Time spent watching Christmas movies with her family, the sweet scents of baked goods, the bright, colorful lights and decorations. For a lot of people, the magic of it was lost as they grew up, but for Yongsun that wasn’t the case. It had seemed even more exciting to her when she was old enough that she could contribute more to every part of the holiday- the baking, the decorating, buying gifts, and so on. 

So when Manny had invited her (and Aayla) over, she was excited to maybe help with decorating... and, just, whatever else he wanted, really. Aayla might not be very helpful, but her cute face would be motivational, right~?

Her first thought when he answered the door was not a thought she was willing to share (It’s only been a few days, but almost forgot how cute his smile is). Her next thought came with the realization that someone else was there: That must be Hayeon! After all, Manny had mentioned that she would be there and he certainly hadn’t mentioned anyone else joining them. Soooo... yes. that was definitely Hayeon. (And Hayeon was just as happy to meet Aayla as Aayla was to meet her, apparently.) “She’s basically a big ball of fluff and affection.” Yongsun said with a small laugh, Aayla immediately getting all wiggly and excited for the attention and cooing despite Hayeon being a stranger. If Yongsun was comfortable, then Aayla was comfortable. That’s usually how it went. And, seriously, how could Yongsun not feel comfortable when she was, for the moment, wrapped up in Manuel’s arms like she was now?  “It’s fine~ Aayla loves it. Clearly.” In fact, Aayla appeared to have another new best friend out of this, sitting at Hayeon’s side with that big goofy smile of hers, totally prepared for all the pets and attention she might be getting again soon. 

Then Manuel said something that confused her for a moment.So... wait? Hayeon didn’t want him to help with the decorating? Well that was odd. Maybe she was just particular about how things were done? It was possible. But before Yongsun could bother asking, Manny was suggesting that they help anyway and any questions had left her mind, “We should definitely help with the decorations,” She agreed, excited to get started. It might be a little frustrating sometimes (like when the lights refused to be untangled, or when things just wouldn’t stay in place after you’d put them up), but there was something nice about it, anyway. And maybe even something kind of sweet about decorating together?

This was nice. A chance to meet Hayeon, to talk to her (and to see the way she and Manny interacted- So this is what it’s like to have siblings; I guess it’s kind of like Wheein and I?). There was light conversation and Aayla had found a good place to lie down so she was out of the way but still close enough that she felt included (and could get pets, of course. Pets were most important). Then the conversation had shifted from being just about Christmas to being about family. And, oh god, did Yongsun have a lot of family. She definitely didn’t expect Manny to remember them, “It is kinda ridiculous, isn’t it? It was always a pain to fit so many people in one place for Christmas. Not that everyone was together for Christmas every year, but most of us were.” She smiled softly, a little shyly. Not that they had to worry about that much anymore (which was both fortunate and unfortunate all at once). Living in South Korea meant that it was usually just her, her parents, and her friend Wheein. Christmas Eve a couple of relatives showed up sometimes, but they weren’t especially close. It felt more obligatory than genuine.  When Manny started talking about his own Christmases, Yongsun mostly paused her actions to listen. Doing so only made it that much more noticeable when he tensed up suddenly. Whatever he’d been about to say wasn’t something he was necessarily comfortable with sharing. Or maybe he just hadn’t felt like talking about his own Christmases at all? Yongsun wasn’t sure and she couldn’t even make a guess at it, really. But that was fine. And so was his short period of fumbling for words after his sudden pause.

Hayeon came to his rescue, though. Albeit, unwittingly. Burnt food? There were worse things than burnt food, that was for sure, so this wasn’t much of a problem at all really if that’s all it was. Especially considering Manuel had had the foresight to prep something for backup, “Backup? Does this happen often?” She asked with a soft laugh, “My mom used to have to do the same thing when dad was trying new recipes.” When he offered his hand, Yongsun didn’t even think twice about it. She gladly placed her own in his and walked the short distance to the kitchen like that. It was practically second nature by now to hold his hand when they were walking together. 

So this was about... pancakes? And she didn’t want Manny to help despite calling for his assistance? Yongsun stood beside Manuel, confused. Did Hayeon want her help instead? It seemed an odd situation, but Yongsun would have been perfectly happy to help if Hayeon asked. She must have had a reason for calling them over only to tell Manuel she wasn’t looking for his help. Though after she had pointed to herself and Hayeon gave another negative response, they had every reason to be suspicious. Why would she call them out to the kitchen pretending she needed help if there was nothing to help with?

That question was answered pretty much immediately. Hayeon’s gaze moved to a spot above them. Manuel’s followed. And, finally, Yongsun’s. Mistletoe? When had that gotten there? Was Hayeon trying to get them to-? Yongsun would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about what it might be like... 

Not that that was something she’d ever admit out loud. Besides, it’s not like it meant anything, right? People wondered all the time what kissing their friends would be like... didn’t they? Okay. Probably not. And Yongsun certainly hadn’t considered the question about, well, anyone, until a couple weeks ago when she and Manny were making dinner together. He had smiled at he and, suddenly, the thought had just popped up like it was supposed to be there...

She certainly couldn’t blame Manuel for his reaction. Her own hadn’t been much better- her face was warm, probably pink with embarrassment, and, worse, she’d practically frozen up, unsure of what to do. Should she tell him traditions be damned, he didn’t have to kiss her? Or should she wait and see what he might do? Give yourself a second to calm down, Yongsun. You’re heart’s beating too fast. If she could focus more on Manny and less on the question of whether he was about to kiss her or not...

She nodded in reply to his question. It was tradition. Though she really didn’t want him to feel obligated to do this just because it was a tradition. But it’s not like she could say that out loud without the worry of sounding like maybe she didn’t want to kiss him. Did she want to kiss him? And did he want to kiss her? She knew the answer to the first question- yes. maybe. out of curiosity? because she’d been noticing, lately, how ridiculously attractive he was? (And maybe, just maybe, these thoughts were starting to making some sense to her now.) But there was still the question of Manuel. He had looked just as embarrassed as she was. Was that a good thing? Or was it because he was trying to find any way possible to get out of this? 

Then again, maybe it would be better if the first time they kissed was under different circumstances. Er... not that that was necessarily going to happen, of course. She wasn’t even sure where Manny stood on all of this (and she was a bit confused in regards to herself, too) But if it did happy... wouldn’t it be better that it happened... naturally?... not just because of a piece of strategically placed mistletoe. (Why had Hayeon done this anyway?)

Yongsun didn’t have time to think on it much, though. The sight of Manny leaning in had basically erased everything from her mind. Everything except the realization that she couldn’t pretend she didn’t understand her own thoughts anymore. This was definitely more than just “curiosity” and she couldn’t help it that it was hard to want to stay “just friends”. And sometimes, didn’t it kind of seem like maybe he felt the same way? But he didn’t kiss her. At least not how she thought he might. Yet somehow... this was better? Small. Playful. She wouldn’t have to question what it meant. She ducked her head to hide just how much she was smiling over something so simple. Is this what people meant when they talked about “getting butterflies”? If so, then she understood why people talked about it like it was something exciting. It felt nice. Really nice. Then came that final question from Manny- still playful, but with a more self-assured voice. Oh god, those “butterflies” were really fluttering now. Had he just been teasing her? Or was it something more than that?

Now wasn’t the time to get into it. Yongsun softly laughed it off- maybe they could pretend it had just been a joke (perhaps it really had been a joke despite the fact that he was clearly flustered again), “Maybe next time?” She replied, keeping a tone that suggested this was all just part of the playful banter. Though if there was a next time...

Still clearly a bit embarrassed both by what had happened and by her own words, Yongsun replied, “Y-Yeah. Decorating. We should finish that.” Oops. For a moment she’d forgotten that’s why she was even here. 

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 04 }

- feral yuta okkotsu headcanons -

yuta okkotsu x reader

notes: because feral yuta lives rent free in my head and heart ♡

okay so we all witnessed how yuta practically destroyed geto simply because he harmed his best friends.

geto elicited such a reaction from yuta because he hurt his friends

but can you imagine how yuta would react if anyone hurt the one he loved romantically???

imagine this: you met yuta one afternoon at a bookstore you frequented at.

and yuta just happens to be there, looking for a new book to read when his deep blue eyes lands on your form.

the poor boy is floored by your casual beauty. you just appear so soft to him that he immediately becomes infatuated with you

so he slides up to you, all shy smiles and blushes as he can't even bring himself to look you in the eye

keeping his sweet and enamored gaze glued to the floor when he shyly gives you his number

telling you that he found you to be beautiful and that he'd love it if you texted him sometime.

before he could even hear your reply, he chickens out and runs out of the store while squeaking out all sorts of apologies for "interrupting you while your browsed the books."

but lucky for him, you found him to be so cute and endearing

and ended up texting him later that night after dinner.

cue yuta being so ecstatic !!!

he was so happy, so energetic and excited that he replied to your text in less than a minute

you end up staying up all night just talking to each other

sharing your interests and talking about everything and anything all at once

of course, you made plans for your first date set for that coming weekend

with the both of you bursting with anticipation to see each other again.

yuta ( as stated in past headcanons ) is a very sweet and attentive boyfriend

he memorizes all of your habits and takes note of your likes and dislikes

he knew he adored you from your very first meeting, and was often super blushy and flustered during your first date

he just wanted everything to be so perfect, and his worries ended up melding into your first date just the tiniest bit

with him tripping over his two feet, or spilling his water at the table where you had lunch at.

but honestly, you found his flustered self to be flattering and merely took his tiny hiccups in stride.

after all, you'd be a fool to not accept him as your boyfriend.

you figured that after four months of dating yuta and calling him your boyfriend that he didn't have a mean streak in him

that he was too sweet to even have any ounce of possessiveness in him.

and honestly, you were okay with that. yuta had always been that sweet, blushing boy to you

you wouldn't want it any other way.

so when you were quickly proven wrong after one night together, to say you were floored by the duality yuta held would be a complete understatement

after you had finished watching a late viewing of this film you were dying to see, yuta had excused himself to the restroom, leaving you alone with your drink in hand as you took casual sips from it.

you felt a presence looming over you as a deep voice whistled down at you, "whoa, what's a cutie like you doing all alone?"

you glare at the man, telling him that you were waiting for your boyfriend. but he didn't let up, having the balls to actually grab at your hand as you dropped your drink in response.

you wince in pain, already feeling the ache form against your wrist from how tightly the scumbag held you. "let go, my boyfriend is going to kill you if i tell him you hurt me."

your words were somewhat of an empty threat, since yuta had never been one for confrontation

and he seemed to detect your lie when he leans closer to you, lips close to pressing themselves against your neck when a pale hand stops him

"they're taken. i dare you to kiss their skin and see what happens."

you gasp, seeing yuta standing directly behind the obnoxious man. yuta's grip on his shoulder was a tight one, making your cat caller angry as he faced yuta and swung a fist at him-

only to have yuta dodge his attack easily as he takes a hold of both of his hands, nearly breaking his arms when he stretches them out, the pain bringing the man to his knees as he cried out.

"apologize now."

"fuck okay okay, i'm sorry! let me go!"

yuta purposely kicks him away from you, standing protectively in front of you with his handsome face twisted in a scowl. his eyes appeared darker then, and you could have sworn that yuta stood tall when he protected you from that creep-

and the sight of him was so hot that it made your knees weak.

once the creep left, yuta faces you, deep blue eyes returning back to their gentle quality as he cups your cheek with his hand, "babe, are you okay? he didn't hurt you now did he? is your wrist okay?"

instead of answering him, you wrap your arms around his neck to press a bruising kiss against his lips, earning a gasp of surprise from yuta.

and when you pulled away, you relished in the way his face seemed to darken with a deep blush, his usual shy and lovesick self coming back with full force as you smiled at him before admitting "i love the duality you have, yuta okkotsu- please, don't ever change."

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[selinakidreams]

year six at hogsmeade

ho ho ho! Merry Christmas! This fic is for the @haikyuucreationsadm​ secret santa event! dedicated to @ichorizaki ! sol, I hope this gives you the warm fuzzies! 

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

tags: harry potter au!, gn! reader, friends to lovers, yams is a lil over protective, fake dating (if you squint really really hard), yamaguchi’s pov !

a/n: no i do not hate the character i put as the slytherin (i’m not gonna spoil anything <3 teehee) i did it almost as an easter egg ...? like if you remember how yams reacted when he heard a certian thing come from his mouth,,,,,,, you’ll understand why- the clip was playing in my head on repeat while writing it lmao (super vauge ik but ah ha haa)

Both of your school capes sashae across the cold stoned floor as you two head to the one class you had together. The air was nippy; delicate flakes of snow danced around the sky until they landed on the ground.  Yamaguchi hugged his books closer to his chest in hopes to ease the lack of warmth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you nuzzle into your silver and green scarf that was already bundled up to your nose. 

‘Cute,’ he thought to himself- and when it comes to you, that word comes up in his head quite a lot.

 Far from being his favorite class, Yamaguchi Tadashi had to get used to the defense against the dark arts course. It was very… out there for him in the beginning. By pushing his limits, it created a wave of self-consciousness that would wash over him, resulting in the feeling of incompetence. Thankfully you were there to encourage and support him, just as you had been since the day you guys met. It was something about your strength and determination- he learned that through the years when you had an idea, a goal, or a project in mind, you would see it through. It was so inspiring to young Yamaguchi, the little boy constantly cowering away from anything that seemed too much. He would constantly be picked on and could never speak the words that clogged his throat but then you came along with a single snarky remark to end all of theirs. There was no time between the moment he words left your lips and when your hand slipped into his- pulling him away from any sense of loneliness he would ever feel again. You were there for all the big moments, from when he first got his letter to him getting sorted into Gryffindor to him trying out for their quidditch team. You two had been absolutely inseparable and neither of you would change a thing.

Yamaguchi cherished walking to class with you- the way you fit so well in the environment… he just couldn't take his eyes off of you. His favorite version of you was in the winter because you just looked so much cozier. The dark colors of your house heavily contrasted against the bright sparkling snow that reflected natural light into the corridor. The pink that tinted the tips of your ears made his heart skip a beat. If it hadn't been for you stopping by the opened door way, he would have completely missed the entrance to the classroom because of his… observations. He motioned you go in first, your eyes crinkled in thanks as you stepped inside and he swears that you caused a heart palpitation. 

It was your guy’s sixth year at Hogwarts and by far Tadashi's favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts course yet. The teacher, Remus Lupin, had such a way of teaching that it was not only fun and interactive, but also incredibly informative- the prime way for him to learn. He was so happy that Lupin’s tactics were sticking, this meant he didn't have to cling to you for help as he had previously; He was able to show you that he was capable of being strong on his own. Whenever you showed your delight at Tadashi’s progress, he only wanted to work harder.

“Hey so… after class, did you want to go to Hogsmeade and get something to drink from Honeyduke’s? It’s all snowy out and it’s the perfect weather for something warm and comforting.” You grinned as the both of you took your seats, conveniently across from each other, the only thing that separated you two was a slim isle way. Yamaguchi turned to you with a small smile curving his lips, “Yea, sounds good but just remember I have practice later so I can't be out too la-“ his last word was cut off by an obnoxious scoff from the keeper from the Slytherin quidditch team. 

“That was supposed to be our practice, you know. Daichi snatched up our usual practice time.” Koganegawa Kanji said snottily, judgmentally eyeing Tadashi up and down before turning his gaze to you. Suddenly there was a different type of look in his eyes, a bright one that showed that he believed he could secure all sorts of things… including you. “Those Gryffindors think they can take whatever they want, but I know what we're going to be taking. The win at our next game… which just so happens to be against Gryffindor. You’re going to be there, right y/n?” He practically beamed to you as he kept side-eyeing Yamaguchi. 

Before you could even answer- before he could even realize what was coming out of his mouth- your shy, kind hearted, wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly Tadashi rolled his eyes and said, “Yea they’re going, they’re going to be screaming out my name when I catch that snitch.” 

Your eyes widened as you turned to him with your jaw slack, the sexual innuendo in the forefront of your mind but when facing your freckled best friend, it looked like he couldn't believe he was able to even speak up. Yamaguchi is not one for confrontation or someone who initiates fights… but when things come down to you, he acts in ways he doesn’t recognize- for painfully obvious reasons.

“You better watch that mouth of yours, Yamaguchi, or else i might just have to zip it up.” The Slytherin hissed, getting ready to reach for his want but stopped in his tracks when his gaze caught sight of a scruffy man in his mid 30’s standing behind the frozen Gryffindor, hands in his pockets and a brow raised. 

“Now… I know you were not about to hex mister Yamaguchi inside of my class, right Mister Koganegawa?” Professor Lupin tempted, a small smirk danced on his lips with the unmissable glint of entertainment that twinkled in his warm eyes. 

The professor didn’t give the boy a chance to answer, instead turned around and headed to the front of the classroom while saying, “Return to your seat Koganegawa, I expect whatever hex you were going to cast was going to be a naughty one. Well ironically, today’s lesson is focused on learning to reflect those nasty curses…” The whole class settled in for the lecture as Tadashi sneaked a peak at the reaction that had been plastered on your face- boy, was it a cute one. Both of your lips curled in with saucer eyes, cheeks tinted a faint red, as if you were holding back a laugh that was forcing its way out. 

<♥︎>

After Lupin bid the class adue for the day, everyone went their separate ways; Tadashi held you close as you both headed to Hogsmeade, his arm draped over your shoulder as you leaned into him for warmth. The walk had been a comfortable silence until you spoke out your curiosity to break the ice, hitting him with the million dollar question.

“Hey, what happened back in Lupin’s class? That was.. odd.. of you to say.” You inquired. Normally when you catch Tadashi off guard or in a vulnerable state, a cute blush dusts along the apple of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You knew you were robbed of the sight, the cold had beat you to it, a violent scarlet already bared his skin. 

He let out a sigh, the breath showing itself in the cold, before he muttered, “I’m just tired of him openly ogling at you like you’re some toy. It’s not cool.” 

You responded with a slight hum, the real reply bouncing off the walls of your brain: I can't believe we’re not together by now.

“Oh yams,” you chuckle as you huddle closer into his side.

<♥︎>

Passing under the grand Hogsmeade archway, he was grateful that there were barely any students about- this meant you guys could get your drinks faster and walk around the shops easier. With the antique green and pink building in sight, the beeline to the shop’s entrance was determined.

“Okay okay, let me guess…” you started as Yamaguchi held open the door for you to walk in, already eyeing the colorful treats that decorated the room, “you want a hot chocolate.” 

“And you want a hot strawberry tea.” Tadashi retorted with a smile.

“It’s almost like… we’ve known each other for years.” You say, your tone dripping in sarcasm as he watches your finger trace over the newest candy they sold. 

Sol, a sweet that’ll brighten your day! The container said, with a picture of what looked to be an edible ball of light. Supposedly, once it hits your tongue, it melts into the flavor you're craving most.

After inspecting the shelves around the store for any new and exciting treats, you both headed to the register where Tadashi placed the drinks order and fished out two golden galeons and five silver sickles. He snuck a glance at you admiring the brightly colored walls to make sure you weren't looking as he slipped the cashier the two packets of sol he stealthily grabbed and handed them three extra sickles. A sweet surprise for later.

Leaving the store, Yamaguchi watched the way your hands slipped around the warm cup, the tips of your fingers slightly intertwined. He wanted nothing more than to take your cup out of your hands and intermingle his fingers with yours…but he couldn’t, it would be crossing a line, wouldn’t it? Nevertheless, the image of holding your- probably- freezing hand was on his mind the whole time you two were walking around the village you knew all too well.

Deciding that it was pretty late you guys began to head back to the castle. The snow crunched underneath your boots with almost empty cups in your hands, you knew it wasn't going to take long before you’d be greeted by the back entrance of the castle. “‘Dashi… do you have to go to practice? I… i need help with Lupin’s coursework.” you stutter out, causing Yamaguchi to pause and turn toward you.

This took him by surprise, normally you were really good with your coursework, so for the roles to switch… something had to be off.  

“ y/n... You know I can't. The team said they really need me there.  Daichi would have my head if I missed practice. The game against Slytherin is so close and I really need to-” he cut himself off before he could reveal too much or get too annoyed, the flash of Koganegawa smirking flashed in the back of his mind. 

“you need to… what? I saw your last game and the way you soared through the air was incredible, it didn't seem like you needed to work on anything!” you pouted with damn wide eyes.

Tadashi tried to ignore the slight increase in his heart's beating pace, “aha well..” he said as he lifted his arm to scratch the back of his head, “we’re a team and they need me as much as i need them!” you stopped walking so he turned to face you.

He watched the small sad smile creep onto your face before hearing you mutter, “Jeez, when did my Tadashi become so popular?”

For Yamaguchi to not lean in and plant a kiss on your lips, something had to be holding him back... but there was nothing- if anything, you seemed to slightly lean in. 

He figured that you'd assume that the first move was going to be on your part, as it normally was when something serious would happen between the two of you but he wanted to prove to you that he's changed. He's not scared anymore. He has no reason to be. He’s learned so much about himself  throughout the years because of you. You're the reason he was the social person he was today. And he was the one that finally connects your lips with his. 

Due to the cold and dry winter, both lips are not as smooth as wanted but it doesn't stop him from deepening the long awaited kiss. He placed his open palms on your waist and his fingers gave you a small squeeze when he heard you sigh into the kiss.

When Yamaguchi felt your arms around his neck, he swore the world stopped turning for a second. The warmth that he was feeling was unmatched- this was warmer than any other winter coat had made him. 

When he pulled away, your arms stayed around his neck and he refused to let his hands leave your waist. 

“I uh-“ at this point Yamaguchi’s face was bright pink, yours being no different, “um I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You said, cutting him off. 

Tadashi had to blink a few times, as if he was clearing his vision because what he just heard wasn’t possible. 

“N-no way…” he mumbled, looking at the ground next to you. Tadashi almost felt overwhelmed but one thing's for certain, the weight of needing to properly confess was only getting heavier so he gulped down his anxiety- as you had taught him so many times before- and brought his eyes to meet yours. 

“Y/n… I’m so in love with you. I have been for so long-”

Something red wizzed before your guys’ eyes, cutting off his huge confession. His eyes became wide at the hovering letter facing him. 

A howler. 

Before you could even raise an eyebrow, the letter opened itself in the shape of an origami mouth. 

“Yamaguchi, YOU ARE LATE FOR PRACTICE! WHY? WHAT COULD BE SO IMPORTANT THAT IT’S CAUSING YOU TO MISS PRACTICE?” the letter with daichi’s deep voice boomed around the empty of the woods. It began to look around, as if it could see the surrounding area- which was weird because typically howlers were only used to relay a (very loud and disappointed) message. When the envelope eventually faced you, the bottom of the mouth dropped and seemed to gulp.

“Ah.. i see.. Hi y/n… um,” the letter turned to face Yamaguchi before reminding him to go to practice and ripping itself apart. 

It was silent for a second, neither of you knew what to say. 

“I dunno but it almost sounded like Daichi wanted me to go to practice.” was the first thing he said. He watched your face contort from a small smile to a full out grin joined with a hearty laugh. 

“Let's get you to class ‘Dashi.” you said as you wound down from your laughing fit. Holding out your hand, the expression you gave him was one that he never saw from you before. The corner of his eyes crinkled with how genuine he was smiling as he took your hand, finally getting to entwine your fingers together as you guys headed to the quidditch field.

Ps. yes you did scream out his name when he caught the snitch- it didn't go unnoticed...