#I loved the movie so I doodled this while waiting for class to start

[elliereject]

ifhy .1

* in which ellie’s obsession relationship with you begins to sour as your romance with your new boyfriend seems to flourish. it seems she’ll stop at nothing to ensure your happiness, (which you’ll find with her, obviously) even if it means hurting you in the process.

* lowkey obsessive ellie, (I LIKE EM’ A LITTLE CRAZY!), angst + comfort (next chapter(s), infidelity, unrequited feelings yet also mutual pining (just read it like, idk idk I forgot how to do these),lmk if I missed anything!

* im back, ok not really this has been rotting in my drafts forever and I was reading it back and I was like damn I lowk cooked with this. It’s unfinished as of RN but this is only 1/3 of the fic im just splitting it up so u don’t have to wait months,,for it..like my other fics..DONT ASK ME ABT THOSE, cuz I don’t got an answer. IN THE MEAN TIME ENJOY THIS! <3

* mdni (but like if u do wtvr, nothing crazy happens in this chapter)

wc ~ 1.6k

pt. 2 here

Ellie Williams fucking hated you.

Surprisingly, she didn’t at first. In fact, she was in love with you, bordering infatuation.

She had seen you for the first time at the local bookstore before the semester started, you were flipping through a book about time and relativity with a concentrated look on your face. She smiled to herself when she saw you push up onto your toes to reach for another book but to no avail. She took this as an opportunity to walk up to you and reach over your head to grab it, making sure to flex her lean, tattooed arm before placing it in your hand.

Her jade eyes locked on yours and your face heated immediately, you mumbled a “Thank you.” Before scurrying past her to the checkout.

Imagine her surprise when on the first day of classes, she walks into her astrophysics course and sees you, doodling in your notebook with that same concentrated look on your face.

Of course, she sits next to you, flashing that charming smile that has sweat gathering at your hands. She tells you her name then asks for yours and learns about your major, favourite course, and how you’re staying in a little apartment just outside the campus before more students and your professor filed in. You didn’t know why but you just felt so comfortable telling her things, She laughed at your corny jokes and made even cornier ones, and she admired the doodles that covered your notebook and the little duck pen you used.

You didn’t want to speak too soon, but it was safe to say you were harbouring a tiny bit of a crush on her.

Ellie on the other hand, was completely ready to admit it. She felt her love for you grow each second she was around you. Your smile quite literally felt like the sun shining upon her, your laugh made her want to drop her studies of space to pick up stand-up comedy just so she could make it her job to make you laugh. In her eyes, everything you did was perfect. Her thoughts were completely consumed by you, you, you.

And for a few months, things were amazing! You had been introduced to Dina and Jesse and even spent Halloween hanging out with the trio watching horror movies and eating each other's weight in candy. When the holidays rolled around you and Ellie, along with the others, cozied up under some blankets and made fun of cheesy Hallmark movies while she tried her hardest not to interlock her hands with yours even after your pinky brushed against hers for the sixth time.

During finals, Ellie and you organized designated study days that usually ended in giggling at stupid memes on each other's phones or late-night food runs. Of course, there were lingering touches and flirtatious glances here and there but you were too shy to act on it and Ellie would rather die than make you uncomfortable so she kept you just at arm's length. Besides, she knew you were too timid to approach anyone else, so in a way she had you all to herself.

Then, you met him. Some motherfucker whose name she didn’t care to remember. However, she did remember the innate feeling of anger that surged through her body when you gushed to her about him and how he was a history major and the way his glasses framed his face perfectly and whatever the fuck else you found interesting about him.

She nodded and laughed and smiled along with you when you would drone on about him but would excuse herself to the bathroom to tend to the crescent-shaped wounds in her palms from digging her fingers into them so hard.

She tried her best to not show these negative emotions to you because she knew how much you didn’t like when she got mad but fuck was it hard. Especially that one night when you were out with him and you hadn’t replied to her texts in over 5 hours. Man did her drywall take some damage that night.

And when you finally did reply you had completely disregarded her message and went on to boast about the time you had and how gentlemanly he was. All she could do was reply with a dry “sounds like fun🙂” before she went back to throwing a tantrum around her room and tormenting that poor wall…she’d have to remember to buy some spackle before the end of the semester.

Then, there was the time she trekked over to your apartment with some pizza for a surprise movie night and saw the bouquet placed in front of your door. She set the box down to pick up the flowers and read who it was from, her body reacted before she could rethink. She tore the flowers from the beautifully wrapped packaging and stomped on them over and over and over until all that was left were broken stems and tattered petals.

Thankfully, you got home just a few minutes later and missed her outburst. You gasped when you saw the smashed flowers and asked her what had happened, she shrugged and lied easily, claiming it was like this when she got there. She let out a breath when you shook your head and sighed, saying it was probably your next-door neighbor who had always been a bit of a grouch.

She had genuinely thought she was doing a pretty good job of hiding her true feelings for both you and him but it was when you gleefully announced that he was officially your boyfriend she knew she was done for. You squealed and pulled her in for a hug but it felt like her heart had shriveled up into a clump of black coal and woosh like magic, her love for you had turned into something twisted, something possessive.

It was when you invited her over to your apartment to eat dinner with him that she had started considering the idea that you knew she had a crush on you and you were just fucking with her emotions for fun.

How could you start dating, let alone seeing some random ass motherfucker when she was right here! She knew she could treat you better than he could even dream of, she knew everything about you and she’d make it known to you how perfect she was for you, one way or another.

That night at dinner she sat uncomfortably as you fluttered around your tiny kitchen, adding last-minute touches to the spaghetti you made and despite the grumble in her tummy it felt like she had no appetite when she watched the hungry way he looked at you, as if you were a juicy steak and he was a starved wolf.

Once you were finished plating the food and placing it on the table you sat down eagerly and tried your best to mediate the obvious tension.

“Soo uh, Ellie, you’ve been really into watercolour recently right?” You beamed.

“Uh-huh.” She said dryly, twirling her spaghetti around her fork.

“Oh that’s cool, you know watercolour as an art form has been around since Egyptian times! It’s funny to think that like—Cleopatra was painting with water and grapes or something!” He spoke and you giggled like it was the funniest joke in the world. She shot you a look that said really? because she knows she could make a joke that was way funnier, and would expel your real laugh.

“That’s cool. You know how to shut the fuck up?” She mumbled into her bite of spaghetti.

“Sorry?” He asked and you gave her a sideways glance.

She smiled tightly and swallowed before answering, “Just said that’s cool!”

Dinner dragged on as he droned about the history of the Renaissance or fucking Christopher Columbus, she didn’t actually know, she tuned him out. After you cleared the plates, you ushered them into your cozy living room for a movie and when you excused yourself to the bathroom she plopped down on the couch next to him, subtly pulling out her switchblade.

“So, Kevin—“

“Actually my name—“

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is, matter fact I don’t give a fuck about you in general. What are your intentions with ★?”

The man tensed up as Ellie expertly spun the blade around in her fingers.

“Uh—I mean, she seems cool and dating her has been pr—“

“Cool?” Ellie scoffed, “She’s fucking perfect, and I hope you know whatever you have going on with her right now? It won’t last. Soon she’s gonna see you for the limp-ass motherfucker you are.”

He was taken aback, “What?—I’m sorry, did I do something to offend you?”

“Your whole existence offends me.” She rasped, inching her blade closer to his neck. “She’s not meant to be with you.”

He furrowed his brows, “You like her, don’t you?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

Before he could reply you were back from the bathroom and she slipped her blade back into her pocket and got up with a firm grip on his shoulder.

“What were you two talking about?” You asked as you grabbed a bag of chips from your small coffee table and tore into them.

“Oh you know, girl talk.” She smiled, digging her blunt nails into his shoulder. Translation: don’t say a fucking word.

You rolled your eyes playfully like you even had a clue of what was going on, “He’s not a girl, dumbass.”

She shrugged, stepping away from her previous seat to plop down on the other small sofa.

The rest of the night proceeded relatively smoothly, your boyfriend had been so shaken up by Ellie’s words that even with you sitting next to him he kept his distance with worried glances toward Ellie now and then. Ellie crunched on her popcorn happily and watched the movie with a satisfied smile and a chipper aura.

— ★

🤔 shall I put out the second part? only time (and interactivity! 💝 pls don’t let this flop) will tell!

[thebestofoneshots]

Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 8.5 K Warnings: None Prompt: Who said potions class was meant to be boring? This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovely: @aremuslupinsimp

Chapter 32: Come A Little Bit Closer

You groaned the second your alarm went off, placing a pillow over your eyes as you winced from the light being extremely harsh to your rather sensible senses. You checked the clock, you were pretty sure you had half threatened Sirius with making his life miserable through Moony last night and blinked a couple of times to force yourself awake. 

After checking the time one last time, trying to convince yourself that the clock said 4:30 instead of 5:30 so you could sleep another hour, only to realize it wasn’t, you raised yourself until you were sitting on your bed “fuck,” you whispered as you felt the ache on your legs and back. You had rolled yourself into a ball, and while initially, the pain had been drawn out by the stress of the water spirit and the euphoria from the party, it wasn’t anymore. Just when I had started to feel fine, you thought. 

You yawned and went to change, rolling your shoulders a couple of times, at least the shoulder wound was a lot better now, and the painkiller potion for that one would also help for the fall, which meant, by the time you were ready, and the meds had kicked in you felt a lot better, except for the fact that you were half tempted to wear a pair of sunglasses even if it was cloudy outside. When you walked down, Sirius and James were already there. 

Sirius gave you a look, taking in your demeanour in an instant and smirking, “You sure you still want to fly, Vix?” 

You gave him a look and huffed, “Very.” 

He chuckled as he walked towards you and placed his arm around your shoulder, “If you say so then.” 

James, who had no idea you had threatened Pads but had gotten a threat of his own in the morning from Sirius, to not go hard on you because of the fall –that he still had to speak his mind to you about– was a little confused with the interaction, but decided that it was probably something to do with being in a relationship. And since he had barely gotten Lily to go on one date with him, he really wouldn’t know. 

Once you got to the pitch Sirius pulled out a small notebook from his pocket and opened it, handing it over to you, “Memorise this.” 

You frowned, trying to figure out why Sirius would give you a notebook, but then you read some of the words and understood, it was the counterspell he had mentioned the previous night. You smiled, at how neatly he had written it down, at how he’d separated his cursive more than normal and paid attention to adding the extra dots and lines he sometimes left out.

Sirius had written it for you, and he wanted you to pay attention so he had been extra careful with it. And you, being as naturally curious as a fox, decided to snoop around the notebook a little more. There were a few silly doodles and for a minute you worried that he had given you his sketchbook, but it was definitely not it, that one was a little wider, and the cover was black, this one, on the other hand, had a wine red cover, a very Gryffindor notebook. 

There were lists of songs, with names for mixtapes at the top on some pages, and a few movies some muggle friends had recommended, including some you and Remus had told him about. On some of the pages you spotted your name written on the edges, and you smiled, you didn’t know boys did that too. 

“You done?” He asked as he turned to you, he had been pulling out some stuff from the shed with James. You quickly changed the page to the one you had to be on and smiled. 

“Almost,” you said before trying to fully focus on the page and the words. They weren’t tricky, in fact, it was kind of a combination of protection spells you already knew, but it was rather long. His thick and delicate handwriting occupies the entire page and then some of the next one. 

After a few more minutes you took a deep breath and nodded “I think I’m ready.” 

“Good,” Sirius said, “Take your broom and hover for a bit.” You did as told. “Not so high silly, what if you fall?” he asked as he saw you float a few feet above his head. 

“I won’t fall,” you said confidently. 

“Vix, lower,” James said rather sternly, it was his captain’s voice. You were a little angry at his demanding tone but after a huff, you did as told. They were right anyway, you weren’t looking forward to falling again. You had enough bruising and soreness for the rest of the fucking year. Scratch that, for the rest of this one and the next one, you only had like thirty days left of 1976 anyway.

“Ready?” Sirius asked, you nodded. And then he started mumbling something, at first, there was nothing, you just continued hoovering peacefully, but then you felt it, a soft yank to the side. Slowly the movements got worse and worse and you felt like you were on a mechanical bull. Sirius looked at you concentrated, a small frown on his soft features as he did. Like he didn’t want to push too hard, but he knew whoever kept trying to push you off your broom –Barty– wouldn’t be merciful so he pushed on.  

That’s when you started muttering the counterspell, tightening your grip on the handle and focusing your magic on your palms, letting it flow through your body and onto the item that was being jinxed. It wasn’t easy, wandless magic always held a small degree of complication, especially the more advanced it was, and counterspells were no easy feat. 

Eventually, you lost the battle and ended up on the floor. Sirius rushed to help but you shook your head, raising your hand to indicate that he stayed in place, and then took a deep breath, “Again.”

“But…” 

“Again,” you insisted “I have to master this one,” you added as you mounted your broom and nodded for Sirius to start again. James was watching attentively and allowed it to continue. Even after you fell over the second time, gritting your teeth and whispering “again.” 

After a couple more times, it was James the one that stepped in. “How about we call it for today and continue trying tomorrow?” he suggested. You had just fallen from your broom and were sitting on the floor looking impossibly tired. 

“But the spell…” 

“James is right, we can practise more tomorrow, we’re not playing until next year anyway, we’ve got enough time to master it.” 

You sighed but nodded, not even attempting to move from the floor for a bit while James and Sirius batted the bludger over each other a couple of times. You took Sirius’ notebook out of your pocket and went over the spell again, recalling if perhaps you had missed some words on the incantation or maybe it was the execution that wasn’t working properly. So you went over the words, reading them in your head and practising the spell as many times as you could. 

“Hey Vix, let that go and come over, I need you to practise this,” James said when he noticed your overly concentrated stance. 

It took you a second to pull your gaze from the paper but you nodded, feeling thankful that you’d get a distraction and then guilty for feeling thankful over it. Either way you pocketed the notebook, grabbed one of the beater bats and mounted your broom, flying towards them. After a while of beating the iron ball with as much force as you could muster, and using exclusively your good arm, you felt a lot better. 

When you were done, you helped the boys with the equipment and walked alongside them all the way to the common room, where you parted ways to change into your respective uniforms. The entire day went by rather uneventfully, McGonagall had paired you with Remus on the transfiguration project and you were still going over crystal ball reading on divinations, although a bit boring, at least it was something you hadn’t any particular talents with. 

Although, and you didn’t want to think much about it, there was definitely something dark surrounding the Ravenclaw tower. You decided that maybe you’d ask Sybil about it later, she had been taking extra classes with Spellman, so she’d probably know if something was up. You considered asking Spellman directly, but you were scared he’d end up blowing it off proportion and decided to just pretend you had seen a field with colourful flowers. 

“What colour?” 

“All the colours,” you said, knowing that if you said a particular one he might end up finding a deeper meaning behind your lie. 

November 30th, 1976 

The following day, you also woke up in time for morning practice, this time around you managed to stay on the broom for longer, but fell either way, and James didn’t allow you to practise as much as the previous day since he wanted to focus on dodging that morning, which had ended up on a very fun practice. 

Sirius had almost gotten a bludger in the shoulder before you pulled him to the side and James barely managed to dodge one that had flown straight to his head. You were all laughing merrily by the time you were meant to go back to the dorms for breakfast. 

Once you reached the common room you spotted Remus on one of the couches and plopped beside him, Sirius doing the same on the other side. “Ugh, you’re both sweaty,” he complained. 

You pouted, “It’s magically cleaned,” you said dismissively as you sank a little deeper, neither you nor Sirius were actually sweaty since outside was so freezing cold. Well, perhaps just slightly. And Remus wasn’t bothered by you sitting next to him either, if anything, he loved it, he had to keep up appearances regardless. 

“The couch is, I’m not!” 

Sirius leaned his head on Remus’ shoulder, “Aww come on Moony, you’ll smell like your two favourite people all day. What’s there to complain about?” 

Remus almost pushed the boy off him when Prongs intervened, “What do you mean his two favourite people, where does that leave me?” 

Remus frowned at James, clearly interested in where the conversation was going, but it was Sirius who spoke, “On the armchair.”  

James gasped, “Yeah, I don’t think you’d fit in here,” you teased further, a tiny smile spreading on your lips while you pointed at the little space of couch there was left. Now, if you and Sirius had been sitting like normal people, and Remus hadn’t had his legs spread wide, perhaps you could’ve found a way to fit Prongs in, but none of you seemed interested in changing position. 

“I refuse to be left out!” he said with a frown. 

“So what? You’ll use engorgio on the couch?” 

“Too much trouble,” James said as he walked towards you and let himself fall on top of the three as if laying on the couch but using your legs instead. 

“Oi, watch where that elbow goes,” Sirius complained. 

“When was the last time you washed those?” you said with a frown as you stared at his murky-looking socks. 

“They get washed every day!” James complained, “That’s their original colour.” 

“No way in hell.” 

“No,” Remus said as he shook his head. “that really is their original colour, we’ve been teasing him about them since he got them.” 

You leaned over to look at James’ face, it was lying on top of Sirius’ legs “Why did you keep them?” 

James went red, and Sirius responded, “Lily gave them to him, last Christmas I believe.” 

“Yeah,” James said proudly. “They arrived at my house by owl mail. She even wrote a note that said they reminded her of me.” 

You threw a side glance at Remus, clearly seeing the irony in Lily’s note, that seemed to completely slip past James, back then and even now. 

“We’ve got potions,” you sighed, leaning back just a little and allowing James to accommodate his feet better. They were a bit heavy, but at least they weren’t crashing against any bruises. 

“Thought you liked potions,” Sirius said. 

“I like hanging out with Rem at potions, but the potion we’re working on is so tedious I swear you need to add another gram of something new every couple of minutes.” 

“At least it hasn’t blown up on your face,” James said with a shrug, remembering the way it had exploded on Tom the previous class, and Tom was actually good at potions. Thought, perhaps he had been a little distracted that day.

“We could skip…” Sirius offered. 

“No, we can’t!” Remus said, “She’s lost enough classes with last week’s drama!” He then turned to you. “And don’t you dare leave me alone with the veritaserum!” 

You took a deep breath and nodded “I wasn’t thinking of skipping,” you defended. “I was merely informing.” 

“James Fleamont Potter!” You heard Lily’s reprimanding voice from the stairs. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” 

James seemed a little confused, leaning up just a little to try and spot the redhead, “uh… Resting?” 

“On top of your two freshly injured friends?!” 

Both you and Remus started a chorus of “I’m fine” and “Oh… It’s okay Lily, I’m healed now, it doesn’t hurt anymore” but she took none of it. Walking all the way to the couch and forcing James to roll off of it. He fell on the floor and turned, looking at the kneeling figure with his charming little smile, like she was the only witch in the world. 

You could tell Lily was fazed by it, especially when a little bit of red started to spread over her cheeks, you smiled, raising an eyebrow towards Remus who clearly had noticed too. 

“Enough of that!” She told him with a slap on the arm. “Let’s get some breakfast, you must all be starving.” 

“I second that,” you said with a nod. 

“Yeah, me too,” Remus agreed. 

“Hungry beasts, that’s the kind of people I surround myself with,” Sirius joked. 

“If anyone’s a hungry beast here Sirius…” you started and threw him a look that had him gasp “Anyway… breakfast.” 

All of you stood up and started walking towards the Great Hall, Peter was fast to catch up with you and Lily told you the girls were already there. Breakfast was as delicious as always, and you were so hungry you even took an extra slice of toast with jam and peanut butter to munch on on your way to potions. 

“Pass me the Stewed Mandrake Root, would you? Sweetheart?” Remus asked as he stared at the cauldron with a bit of a frown.

“We’ve already added that,” you responded, leaning forward to look as well, the potion was a weird murky brown colour, not the mossy green that the book described it would be. “Did we measure wrong?” 

“Maybe we spun it the wrong way around?” Remus said, just as puzzled as you, “You measured that one, you never measure wrong.”  

“Yeah, I checked twice,” you agreed, that was something you had learned from Remus near the beginning of the year. And you were especially careful with longer and more tedious potions like this one. 

You saw Snape snigger from the side as he stared at your cauldron, and you were about to flip him off with two fingers when Remus placed a hand over your forearm and gave you a look. You gave him a reproachful stare in response but he just raised an eyebrow at you and tilted his head a little. You huffed in response but held back the insults you had in store for Snivelus. You understood why Remus did it, getting in petty fights with the Slytherins had already gotten you almost killed once.  

You sighed and went back to look at your potion, suddenly remembering, “There’s a troubleshooting guide at the end of each chapter, perhaps we can find something there?” you suggested and the two of you went straight to look through the book. 

“I think… the only thing that could’ve happened is someone sabotaging the potion…” Remus said with a frown, “If we had added too much of any ingredient the result would be different colours. It would be red with too much Mandrake root, blue if we had undercooked the Syrup of Hellebore, and purple if it were because of the Bicorn Horn powder, but none of these mention brown.” 

You bit your lip as you analysed the situation and looked around, if someone had actually sabotaged your potion, you’d have to figure out exactly what they had used to do it, to attempt and revert it, if it was even possible.

You started looking at people’s tables and the ingredients they had placed on them, Alison Prewet and Archie McMillan had a few ingredients that didn’t go in the recipe but neither of them was particularly good at potions so you couldn’t be sure it had been them.

Tim Klum also had some suspicious-looking ingredients, but by his nervous stance and recent rash, you assumed he was trying to brew something to counter it instead of sabotaging anyone else. Besides, you had barely crossed words with him, and you were certain he didn’t have anything against Remus, regardless you wrote down all the ingredients he had on his stable, identifying them by texture and looks. 

Then you spotted something mysterious by Sirius’ table. Of course, Sirius would never sabotage you or Rem, but Severus? You wouldn’t put it past him, he could be a jealous little snake, although he had never done such a thing, and you weren’t sure why he would be sabotaging you now, the fact that he had Shivelfig, which was normally used for draught of living dеath made no sense. Unless he wanted to steal it for himself that is. 

You turned to Remus “I have a hunch of who might have done it,” you mumbled, almost inaudibly, but he heard, and you knew he’d be able to hear it. He gave you an attentive look, “But I want to test my theory before we make a mistake.” 

“What do you need?” 

“Just a bit of someone else’s potion, that’s at the same stage as ours.” 

Remus nodded, “I can do that, you?” 

“I’ll get some Shivelfig.” 

Both you and Remus nodded as you looked attentively at the other, he grabbed a small vial and started walking towards James and Lilly while you walked towards Sirius’ table. 

“Hi Pups,” you said with a smile. 

“Sod off,” Snape said when he spotted you. 

“You do it.” 

“This is my table.” 

“Argh, c'est un idiot, comment tu le supportes?” You asked, looking at your boyfriend.

“I’m intelligent enough to know you’re calling me an idiot,” Severus said impassively.

"Très bien, casse-toi alors."

Sirius laughed at your crassness and Severus just rolled his eyes, not understanding what you said but figuring out you were either telling him to fuck off or piss off, which wasn’t that far from the real thing. “How come you’ve come to visit, Kit?” Sirius asked. 

“Missed you,” you said simply, Sirius saw the mischievous smile you gave him and knew instantly you were up to something. 

“Aww, you did?” he asked as he placed his hands on your hips and pulled you slightly closer to him, Slughorn was near the back of the classroom helping some Slytherins with a fire they had accidentally caused, which was enough distraction for you to be able to be all over Sirius at that moment. 

“Oh, please, I’m going to puke…” Severus said as he rolled his eyes and turned to the side. 

You forced yourself to hold back a laugh, Sirius, whose back was turned to Severus, and who had the least serious face you’d ever seen, wasn’t helping. “Devrions-nous lui donner un spectacle?” You asked in a low voice, trying to make it sound like you were flirting rather than just asking Sirius if you should annoy Severus further. 

Sirius bit his lip, looking at you with a small frown before nodding, “Mh-hum,” he replied before leaning in to give you a kiss. 

“Ugh please, we’re in class!”

“Go be jealous elsewhere, Snivelus,” Sirius pulled himself from the kiss just for a second to say that, going back and deepening the kiss a second after. Severus looked at the two of you in disbelief and then back at Slughorn, but he was way too busy with the fire in the back. Who would have thought adding a little bit of dragon breath to the potion would cause such a complicated mess? 

You deepened the kiss, pushing Sirius back just a little and his back crashed against Snape’s shoulder, Snape pushed back and Sirius had to tighten his grip on you so you wouldn’t fall. You could feel he was about to laugh because of Severus’ reaction and you squeezed his arm just a little to get him to focus and he did, even let out a small, rather performative grunt, just to piss Severus further. 

Severus was about ready to go get the teacher, or a prefect, or someone to get you to stop snogging in front of his face when you leaned in again, this time pushing Sirius’ arm strategically so it pushed their leftover Syrup of Hellebore, it wouldn’t do any harm to him since it had been cooked, but it would make his uniform stink after a couple of hours, and you knew he knew about it. 

“Ugh!” he complained, “You pair of dimwitted animals!” 

You pulled back from the kiss, just to give him a side glance, looking only mildly apologetic “Oops, sorry…” 

Snape gave you a disgusted glance and stood up. “I’m off to clean this up, Black,” he glared at the boy, Sirius turned to him with an uninterested glance. “Please, for the sake of our passing grade, make sure our potion stays boiling at a steady temperature while I’m gone.” 

“Sure Snivelus, I’ll make sure,” Sirius said with a rather indifferent shrug just to piss Severus off a bit more. Severus gave him an untrustful glance, but stood up and left. While he was leaving you went back to kissing, which seemed to piss Severus off even further, which made both you and Sirius smile in the kiss, you were half still kissing, half using each other’s mouths to hold back a laugh. 

When you finally stopped, Sirius was biting his lip to hold back a grin while you were looking at him with lips pursed, still trying to hold back a laugh. 

Sirius cleared his throat “Now that the crow’s gone, would you care telling me why you’re really here?” 

“What? Kissing you passionately in the middle of class is no good excuse?” 

Sirius raised his eyebrow “Oh no, I think it’s an excellent excuse, but I’m waaay more likely to use it than you are.” 

You gave him a small smile, “I think Severus might have sabotaged my potion,” you admitted, “and I think he used this,” you took a hold of the jar with Shivelfig , “to do it.” 

“We should ruin his potion then,” Sirius said instantly. You gave him a look, he raised an eyebrow “What?” 

“Sirius, he’s your partner. If we ruin his potion…” 

Sirius frowned, “Well, it’s not fair if he gets out scot-free.” 

“Remus and I are trying to fix it.” 

“And you can do it?” 

You shrugged, “If he really did use shivelfig, we could try and find a way to counter its effect, or at least neutralise it.” 

“So you came to get some.” 

You nodded, “The kisses were a great bonus though.” 

“I can give you many more bonuses, darling,” he said and leaned in again, but you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around to see who was there, thankfully, it wasn’t Slughorn.  

“You got that?” Remus asked. 

“Yeah,” you said as you pulled a small flask with shivelfig from your cloak.

“Hold up! When did you even…?” Sirius asked, confused. 

“I’m a girl of many talents,” you told him with a wink. “See you around, Puppy!” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and walked back to your table alongside Remus. “You got the potion?” You asked Remus, who seemed tense for some reason. He had seen the whole thing happen, and his head had started going haywire with so many thoughts running through his head.

“Yeah,” he responded, “James and Lily.” 

Once you were both on your table, he poured half of his little flask on a crystal vase and you used a pair of tweezers to add the tiniest bit of shivelfig to the potion. Nothing happened and you frowned. “Maybe it wasn’t Snivelus in the end…” 

“No wait,” Remus said, placing a hand on your forearm and taking a small stick, sipping it in the flask and turning clockwise three times, the potion turned the same murky brown as yours in an instant. 

“Remus, that’s brilliant!” you said with a smile “The potion didn’t go brown until we spun it, and Severus probably knew, he could have added the shivelfig a while ago, that way we wouldn’t have noticed, and we would have just assumed we did something wrong.” 

Remus nodded, “He’s an asshole, but he’s a competent one.” 

“So now we know what he used, how do we neutralise it?”

“I’m not sure,” Remus said as he bit his lip. 

“Sopophorous bean?” you asked. “Isn’t it used on draught of living dеath to neutralise the shivelfig’s poisonous nature?” 

Remus shook his head “Yeah, but combined with Mandrake Root it can be dеadly, our veritaserum would end up being Baneberry Potion instead.” 

“Shit, you’re right,” you said almost in a whisper. You frowned, racking your brain trying to find a solution only for it to clash against the rest of the ingredients. Your face started to fall when you started running out of ideas. No matter how much you thought about it, it seemed like there was no solution, which left you dejected since even if you had figured out exactly how they had sabotaged you, you wouldn’t be able to fix it.

“I might have an idea,” Remus said then, he had the same face he made when he was focused on a task, preparing a complicated potion or working on the details of a plan, it was that of absolute concentration. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his lips pressed tightly against the other, causing one of his scars to move along with his mouth. He looked cute. 

“Wait… really? How?”

“I’ll go get some Moonstone… Do you have the charms book with you?” He asked. 

“We… don’t have charms today…” you said. You used to carry it around all the time but after your shoulder wound carrying as little as possible was a lot more manageable, even with the floating spell you had placed on your bag. 

“It’s fine, it’s somewhere in my bag, look for it, will you? Find the magnetism spell.”  

“The magnetism…” you started with a slightly questioning look and then gasped. “Remus, that’s… has it even been tested before?”

Remus shrugged in response, “It’s either that or we do it over. Besides, we could test it with this,” he said as he pointed at the little vial that you had used to see if it really had been shivelfig what they had used to ruin your potion. He then leaned down and placed his bag –that he had carelessly thrown on the floor– on the table right in front of you. “Just be careful, there’s an extending spell inside so I can keep all my stuff. Might take you a while to find it,” he added right before he walked towards the ingredients cabinet. 

He hadn’t been exaggerating, his bag was absolutely filled with things. You dug inside and could feel several books, you pulled them out, one by one, he had some books for classes, some library books that had gone overdue, the copy of The Godfather he had been reading you and Sirius, the copy you had given him of The Portrait of Dorian Grey when you discovered he was a Werewolf. 

You’d told him he could keep it one time he mentioned he wanted to get a copy to annotate, which made you wonder if he had annotated the sides and you opened it, you had written some notes on the pages, notes he hadn’t erased, writing around the edges and under your own handwriting. And on ink, it was absolutely clear who had written what, and he’d even responded to some of the things you had annotated. You smiled, you’d have to ask him to borrow it to you one day, just so you could see what he wrote. 

As you flipped the pages, something called your attention. Sirius’ name was written on one of the corners of the book, you frowned and looked at the page, there were a few highlighted quotes here and there, but there was something about Sybil calling Dorian prince charming and you chuckled. Yeah, you too would have considered Sirius a Prince Charming. You closed the book and placed it back on his bag, completely missing how Sirius’ name repeated over and over through the pages, how your name was doodled alongside his too. 

How in one of the quotes from Basil, he had pointed out that Basil was just like him, fallen in love with the impossible, but that Basil had been lucky enough to only find one of those people rather than two, how miserable would Basil be if he had loved not only Dorian, but Sybil too? Perhaps half as miserable as Remus felt sometimes. 

You continued to rummage through Remus’ bag, and you felt a small plastic bag, you assumed it was chocolate and took a hold of some of them out to ask him for one when he came back, you knew he would say yes anyway, but when you pulled your hand out, you were met with a strip of condoms instead.  You quickly put them back in, trying not to think of the fact that they were size L or the fact that he had so many of them. Does he not know about the potion? No, he definitely knows about the potion, I mentioned it at the Quidditch party. You swallowed thickly, you were sure you had flushed at least a little when you felt a hand on your back. 

“You found it?” Remus asked. You were startled, and had to cough a couple of times to compose, Remus felt a lot taller to you at that minute, as if the size of the… nevermind, erase that thought, erase that thought. 

“No, I– you keep a lot of stuff in your bag, Rem.”

“You didn’t find anything weird, did you?” 

“Weird?!” you were sure your voice had gone an octave higher by that point. “No,” you coughed again, “Nothing.”

He looked at you as if he wasn’t convinced, “Cause if you did it was probably Sirius’ he leaves a lot of stuff in my bag.” 

The idea of them being Sirius’ instead of Remus’ made you gulp, you were sure your cheeks would warm if you didn’t change the subject immediately, so that’s exactly what you did, “Found the moonstone?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, “back pocket,” he added as he dug his hand through his bag, “On the left, my left,” he added then, “where you’re standing.” 

“Oi! I know where the left is!” you argued as you went for it. 

“You didn’t know last time.” 

“Though we settled on the fact that I just wanted to grab your ass.” 

He chuckled, “You really can’t lose, can you?”

“I jumped off my broom to get the snitch, what did you expect?” 

Finally, he pulled out the book, one of the condoms falling on the floor. He looked at it, and then at you, you were also looking at it “That’s…” 

“I know what that is,” you said. “Spent last summer on muggle London, remember?” It had been pretty hard to forget the safe sex campaigns all over the bus stops near the biggest schools as you walked past them. And of course you, being naturally curious, had gone and read all the details they offered. At least you had learned a few things in the end.  

“Alice gave them to me,” he said as he leaned down and grabbed it, placing it back in his bag as fast as possible. 

Remus seemed genuinely flustered about it, which is why you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease him. “Oh, so you’re definitely having fun,” you said with a teasing smile. 

“What?! That’s–” 

“Hey! I don’t judge,” you added with a shrug, “I told you when I found your stash.” 

“That wasn’t–” 

“It’s fine Rem,” you said as you placed a hand on his arm. “You deserve to relax every now and then, if anything, you should use them up before they go bad… Although you do know the potion exists, right?” 

“Please stop,” Remus said as he placed both hands over his face and leaned down on the table. He was flustered over you insinuating such things, more because he always thought about you when he did them with Alice than because you insisted on teasing him about her. If only you knew, heck, you would probably break off your friendship with him. As if anything Remus did would make that happen. 

You only laughed and placed a hand on his back “All right big boy,” you didn’t say that on purpose, but it did make you think back on the size of the… no. “Back to the potion…”

“Yes,” Remus stood, the flush on his cheeks fading away slightly. Although the bits of red still made him look adorable, you almost wanted to get a picture of it. And then you wondered what he would look like if he were looking at a person he liked, little did you know that was exactly what he was doing. 

All the while, Remus was flipping through the pages. “Here!” he said and pointed at the page, leaning closer to you so you could see the book, “So… the idea is to use the spell on the moonstone, but somehow make it attract just the shivelfig.”

“We could do it by combining it with a locating spell?” 

“It was my idea too, but… how?”

“Hold up,” you said as you pulled a parchment from your bag, he pulled the quill closer to your hand and you dipped it in some ink before drawing some runes inside a small triangle. It looked a lot like what the muggles thought whichcraft looked like, and it was a little archaic, inexperienced wizards would say it was dark arts -it wasn’t- and regardless, it was still the easiest way to combine spells. 

“Are you drawing a Nimueh diagram?” 

You nodded, and he stared as you continued to add symbols and runes and lines around your paper. Once it was done you placed the stone on top. “You’re better with location spells, how about you say that one and I go for the magnetism one?” 

“Have you ever done it?” 

You shook your head “But I haven’t done a location spell either, you have,” you added with a shrug. 

“Okay, let’s do this,” Remus said with a nod and offered his hand. You gently placed your hand over his and gave it a soft squeeze. “In three… two… one…” 

Little did you know that while you chanted the spell, and almost with the whole previous interaction, Sirius had been looking at the two of you with absolute fascination. At the incredible team you made, at how cute Remus looked flushed and at how much fun you seemed to have around him, teasing him.  It was in those genuine, carefree smiles that you managed to pull out of his best friend, your best friend too, he remembered. It was in the chuckles he pulled out of you, in the way you moved around the table to get the ingredients, in the way you grabbed your parchment and he passed you a quill. 

Sirius was so enthralled by the two of you that he didn’t notice Severus returning to his sit right next to him, “I told you to check on the potion you stu-” 

Sirius turned around to look at the boy, annoyed. “The potion’s fine,” he said carelessly. “No one messed around with it while you were gone. Vix would never stump as low as that.” He said that last bit with venom, looking straight at Severus who narrowed his eyes. There was no way Sirius could’ve known, and yet…

“Do you think it’ll work?” You asked Remus, you had just finished chanting the spells, your hands sliding off each other a little too fast for his taste and the moonstone -that shone as you infused it with magic- seemed to be slowly fading into its natural state. 

“There’s only one way to know,” Remus said as he took the small milky stone and dropped it straight onto your cauldron. You peered in, and slowly, the murky water took back the mossy green colour it should have had initially. Both you and Remus smiled relieved. 

“You did it!” you said almost jumping in joy, placing your hand over his arm and squeezing lightly, “You’re absolutely fantastic!” 

 Remus turned to you, his expression mirroring your own, “We did it,” he remarked “It was a team effort, you guessed what they’d used to sabotage us.” 

You were both smiling brightly at each other when Professor Slughorn approached the two of you, “Are you finished with your potion?” he asked, “You seem rather thrilled.”  

“We had a bit of a setback,” you admitted, “but we’ve managed to fix it, the veritaserum should be finished before the class.” 

“A setback? Of what kind?” 

“We got sabotaged, Professor,” Remus explained. 

“Outrageous! Who would dare do such a thing, to such brilliant students?” 

You were about to speak but Remus intervened “We do not know, but (Y/N) managed to figure out what they had used shivelfig, we used the knowledge for a spell on the moonstone and magnetised the unrequired ingredient to it.” 

You gave Remus a look but decided to follow along, whatever reason he had not to rat Snape out, must have been good. You used your wand to pull the moonstone out of your cauldron, it was no longer white and seemed to be covered with a murky slippery substance. The shivelfig clearly had reacted with some of the other ingredients. You levitated it closer to your face to give it a look before letting it fall back down on the table. 

“And you used a Nimueh diagram so that the shivelfig would adhere to the moonstone, clever!” He said as he pulled out the paper from the table and inspected it. He could see it was your handwriting, which is why he looked at you when he said it.

“Thank you, sir,” you responded, “But it was a team effort.” 

He turned back to Remus as if just remembering he was there too, you narrowed your eyes at him, “Of course, of course,” he said dismissively, which pissed you off a little bit too much. “Please stay after class is over, I need to have a word with you.” 

You looked at him, frown deepening but nodded. “Of course, Professor.” 

“Excellent, so.. get on with it. I want to see how your potion comes out in the end,” And with that, he was gone, off to talk to some other students. 

“The hell was he going on about?” 

“It’s probably about the slug party,” Remus said with a shrug. 

“The what?” 

“His exclusive Christmas dinner, he only invites the best students.” 

“You must have gone several times then,” you concluded. 

Remus tensed, “No. Never been invited.” 

You turned to him with a frown, “What but that doesn’t–”

 You were cut off by James, “You done, kids?” 

“Almost,” Remus said, you passed him the last ingredient you had to measure and he placed it on the cauldron, stirring the potion three times to the right, finally the colour was transparent. 

“You think it worked?” 

You shrugged, “Only one way to find out,” you said as you grabbed a pipette, dipping it in the liquid and placing your finger on the hole at the top, moving it to your mouth and releasing your finger, allowing just a drop to fall on your mouth. You didn’t want the effect to last overly long. “Go on then, ask me something.” 

“How many fingers do I have up?” James asked, raising his hand. 

“Six,” you responded, “that was a stupid question, Prongs.” 

James gasped at your reply “Rude.” 

“What did you get on your transfiguration mock quiz?” Remus asked with a teasing smirk.

You groaned, not wanting to respond to this one. “I got a Dreadful,” you said, despite yourself.

“Wait, really?! Is that why you wouldn’t show it to me?” James asked as he leaned a little closer to the two of you.

You nodded, “I couldn’t transform the pot into a swan, I made something close to a chicken.” 

“Close to a chicken?” James pressed.

“That was actually a dreadful animal,” you replied, trying to find a bit of humour in the situation. 

“Well, our trickery worked, the potion’s great,” Remus said pleased as he pulled out a vial to place it in and hand it over to be graded. Pulling out a tag he had previously prepared and lacing some string on it to attach it to the top of the potion. It had “Veritasetum” and then both of your names at the bottom. All in a perfectly elegant-looking handwriting, he’d used caligraphicus to make it extra neat. He always did like the way your names looked beside each other. 

You pulled a flask from your bag and also served some inside. “In case it comes in handy,” you told the boys, who both looked at you with rather impressed expressions as you placed it back inside your bag, now filled. 

Lily called for James and it was you and Remus alone again, he leaned over, you might be pissed after what he was about to do, “Hey little witch,” he said softly. You were cleaning things around but turned to look at him, his expression unreadable. “Are you really not scared of me?” 

You gave him a look, something between a frown and a comprehensive sigh. You took the pipette and let a few other drops fall in your mouth, more than you had done initially, “In case you thought that perhaps it had already worn off,” you said. “And no, Remus, I’m not scared of you, or Moony for that matter.” The boy seemed apprehensive, “Must I drink the entire cauldron for you to believe me?” 

Remus sighed, a relieved chuckle escaped from his mouth. He knew you weren’t, you had been reassuring enough at the infirmary when you cuddled him as Vixen, but he needed to make sure. To make sure you weren’t lying just for his sake like he had discussed with Sirius the night before the prank. He smiled, diverted and decided to tease further, “So you definitely still want to be friends?” 

You smiled. “Best friends,” you replied, “You couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.” 

“I have, it didn’t work, remember?” You hummed in response. And then he looked at your shoulder, biting his lip, the next question might actually piss you off, “Does it still hurt?” 

You thought your answer through, “Less than before,” you replied eventually, it was true.

“But it does hurt.” 

“Yes.”

“How much?” 

You looked at the side, not wanting to answer, closing your eyes and sighing when you realised you wouldn’t be able to hold back. “I don’t know, like getting clawed at by a huge wolf, I suppose?” 

“Do you resent me?” 

You frowned. “Of course not! And I don’t resent Moony either, before you ask,” you said that last bit with an accusing finger towards him.

“And the fall?” 

“More scary than painful.” 

“Scarier than me?” 

“You’re not scary!” You turned to him. 

“Scarier than Moony?” he corrected. 

“Yes.” There was silence. “The water monster… it was… nothing like Moony, frightening, hungry, unreasonable. Moony’s different, he– you are beautiful.” 

There it was again, you calling him beautiful, you kept doing that over and over, and he thought it was just your protective nature, you wanting him to feel better about it, but with veritaserum, it was impossible to lie. Remus cleared his throat, looking to the side as he felt a flush going up his neck and you smiled, pushing him just a little. “Now stop asking me questions that make me sound all sappy!” 

“Does it bother you?” 

“Does it bother you?” 

“That’s not an answer.” 

“Told you to stop making me sound sappy, how would you feel I had you drink some and ask you questions?” 

“I never had you drink anything!” he replied, offended. 

“Right, you only took advantage of the fact that I had drunk it to ask your silly questions.” 

“They were legitimate.” 

“Most of them I had already answered Remus.” 

“Only half answered,” he corrected. “You’ve said time and time again that you were fine.” 

“I AM fine!” And that was true, again, you couldn’t lie. Did everything hurt? Yes. But other than that, other than the pain, other than the soreness, you were perfectly fine. 

“And you truly believe it,” Remus said, surprised. 

You smiled and pushed him again “No more questions,” you warned with a smile on your face. 

“And here I was thinking of asking you if Sirius was good in bed,” Remus joked.

“I wouldn’t know,” you said before you could stop yourself. 

Remus looked at you surprised, “You mean you haven’t–” 

“That’s none of your business Moony,” you said as you started to flush. “We said no more questions.”

“Oh, but you’re always teasing me about things like this,” he said as he poked your arm with a sneaky little smile. “So you really never have?” 

“Remus!” You reprimanded again and then sighed. “No, have not. We haven’t gotten there yet, okay? We’ve been busy with other things, if you can tell. Now do I have to go into details for you to stop it or…” 

“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry.” 

You huffed, “you’re too curious for your own good.” 

You were right in more than one way. “If that isn't the cauldron calling the kettle black.” 

You smiled and shoved him to the side again, he enjoyed the feeling of your hand on his shoulder, he was wondering how much he could tease you before you actually got pissed at him when the bell rang. 

“I’ll take this to him and see what he wants,” you said as you grabbed the potion you’d finished. 

“I’ll tell Nightshade why you’re going to be late,” he said as he placed the rest of his books in his bag, “I’ll take your bag too,” he said as he picked it up from the floor.

You frowned, “I can take my own bag, Moony.” 

“I know, but it still hurts, doesn’t it?” he asked as he pointed at your shoulder. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, he knew you’d have to tell him the truth still, you had taken more drops than you needed, you huffed out a “Yes” as you rolled your eyes, “But I’m perfectly capable of–” 

“I know, and I don’t care,” he interrupted as he slung your bag on his shoulder. “I made that,” he said as he pointed at your shoulder, “Now I carry your bag.” 

You scoffed, now diverted at your friend’s resolution more than anything, you were about to say something when Sirius shouted from the door, “You coming Moons, Starshine?” 

“You fill him up, yeah?” You asked Remus just before you gave Sirius a wink, he blew you a flirty kiss in response. 

Remus nodded when you turned back to him, and you gave up on fighting for your bag, after one last sight. “See you in class,” you told him with a wave and walked straight to talk to Slughorn, potion in hand.

“You’ve demonstrated to be a remarkable student the few months that you have been here darling.” 

“Thank you, sir.” 

“And not only in potions, you were brilliant at the Quidditch game and I’ve heard good things from Professor Bins and Seraphina. Flitwick also speaks highly of you.” 

You tilted your head slightly, a small “hum” escaping your lips, you were sure  Slughorn wasn’t done with whatever he was about to say. 

“And you’ve demonstrated time and time again to me that you are more than well-trained on potions.” 

“It’s only been thanks to my pairing with Remus.” 

“Ah… yes, your pairing with Mr. Lupin,” he said. “The way you switched the papers was undoubtedly clever.” 

You gasped, “You realised?” 

He just smiled, as if it had been obvious, “I picked the partners for everyone, of course, I knew. I just wasn’t sure how you’d managed to outmagic my spell. All at Potter’s request, I believe. He must have convinced you, that boy has been madly in love with Miss Evans for a while now.” 

“But you didn’t say anything then.” 

“If you had been smart enough to switch my charms, I assumed you’d be able to cope with Remus’ speed at potion making.” 

“So you know he’s good.” 

“Of course, Remus has always been remarkable.” 

“Then why has he never been invited to the–” 

“So you know why you’re here.” 

“He might have mentioned something like a Christmas dinner.” 

Slughorn nodded, “Yes, this is my cordial invitation to our dinner on the 20th of December. I know there’s still some time, but I thought you might want to know since you are always welcome to bring a guest along.” 

“Could I bring Remus?” 

“You may bring whomever you want.” 

“But why isn’t he invited?” you pressed. 

Slughorn gave you a look, you didn’t want to press too much, you had the suspicion it might have been due to bIood status, either that or Slughorn knew about his lycanthropy, either way, it just didn’t make sense to you that he wouldn’t invite Rem.

“For reasons that you are not and will not be aware of, I’m afraid,” he responded eventually. 

“But I could bring him as my guest?” 

“Yes, although I expected you to bring Mr. Black.” 

That got you to pull your head back just a little, you had been so defensive over Remus, you had forgotten that the most logical person for you to bring along would be your actual boyfriend. 

“Think about it,” Slughorn said with a small smile. “And tell me when you’ve made your choice. Now I don’t want to keep you for too long, it’s time to get to your next class.” 

You gave him a courteous nod and left. You’d have to talk to Sirius about this. 

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Things that you two do from the moment you started dating.

Headcannons, Izuku ft. Y/n

There's no doubt that at first Izuku was pretty shy, but you could still feel how happy he was to now be in a relationship with you. How? By the little gestures he'd do for you.

Like buying you your favorite drink or little snack, it might not look like alot, but when he shyly walked over and gave it to you with that soft smile, it was worth way more to you.

Now that you guys have been going out for a moment, Izu got comfortable around you...Like now he's way more clingy and you think it's a.d.o.r.a.b.l.e.

Not that you aren't either.

If it's not you holding onto his arm or his hand.

It's him always needing to either hold hands with you, touch your back gently or hug you everytime he sees you. It gets worse as you guys get older and his confidence grew (but anyways).

You sometimes will spoil him, just like he does with you, buying a snack or drink that you know he likes. Most likely something with All Might on it. If not some of his merchandises.

Like he has a book about heroes, he has one dedicated only to you, what you like, dislike and everything. And at first he didn't know—but now you've showed him—, you made a notebook just like his but about HIM. From his normal side to his hero. You only showed him because one day he was feeling down and bringing himself down and you wanting him to realize how great and sweet he is, showed him—with embarrassed flush— but a proud expression.

People seeing that might think you two are creepos, but you are just deep in love and so obsessed—in a cute, sweet way—that you want to remember everything about the other.

For you two, the best date is either going to study together, especially about heroes, do some spare training or simply cuddle in one of your dorms while watching a movie....Even though we both know you both are mainly focused on each other.

After a few months of dating, February arrived, you nervously holding onto the matching rings you got for both of you. You didn't know if he'd be comfortable with it. You waited till the end of Valentine's Day to talk about it to him, showing the two jade colored rings with a shaky hold.

You just don't know how important that is to him, he was extasic. Like. He always wears it, mostly forgetring to take it off every night. Always falling asleep as he looks at it with a smile, a small kiss on it as he thinks of you and have the best dreams. Especially after a long hard day.

If he's training or working, he puts it on a necklace so he always has it with him, holding you close to his heart in a way. And so do you, since the day you saw him do so. What can I say, the people you love always inspire you.

When people think that only men should give flowers to their love, you are the one who sometimes go to his dorm when he's not there and puts some flowers in his flower vase. And when he comes back, he sees it and it never fails to make him feel all bubbly and send you a small “Thank you sweetie. I love them ❤”, And the next day you find a bouquet of flower laying on your bed with a small message with his handwriting "DATE♡´･ᴗ･`♡" on it with a date and time.

It's all about the little things they say. People also say that a couple would be "awestruck" only for like a month or two, but you guys even after that are still acting like a new couple. Writing some little love notes and little doodles, and sneaking throwing it at each other during class—unless it's All Might's of course— smiling like idiots as you glance at each others before focusing back on the teacher speaking or whatever you guys where doing.

You nicknamed him in your phone “My little Broccoli🥦❤” while he has you nicknamed as “My little Sunflower❤🌻”. And that ain't gonna change, maybe to “Hubby Broccoli” and “Wifey Sunflower” as you two grow older.

Sharing is lovez right? You always share your food with him and Izuku will happily give you some of his. Even though most of the time he ends up finishing your food since he has more appetite than you. But he's a strong hero and he needs all those calories to fight and have lots of energy, so you will always gladly help him with that.

It had become a routine for Izuku to try and find a shirt to wear only to end up seeing you wearing it later that day. He doesn't mind it, on the opposite he loves seeing you in his clothes...Makes him feel like people will know that you are his. Only his.

When Deku merchandise started being sold, you were always quick to be one od the first ones to have them. And so now your rooms are full of his things, just like Midoriya with his All Might collection. Don't forget that he has your merchandises too. Not gonna lie, he might like that as much as All Might's—if not more—ahem.

When it would get cold, you two always have one long arse scarf so you both can share it and be closer to each other. And Izuku always make sure your hands are never cold by either having your hand in his pocket, holding it with his own, or by giving you his gloves if you didn't yours with you.

You might not want to admit it, but you both are a bit of clums when it comes to each other...Especially when you try to impress(at the beginning of your relationship it was the WORST). Sometimes you both get nervous and simply become a little mess and embarrass yourself instead. Either it is by saying bye and walking into a wall or door frame since you or him weren't looking at where you were going, sending a love text to his/your mother, tripping on your own feet or even messing up his or your name from being too excited or hyped about something you/he wanted to tell him/you.

He would try to go talk to Aizawa at one point so he could change place and sit by you, even if he knew the class was placed in a alphabetical order.

You are not one to spend aimlessly, until... it comes to your boyfriend. If you are out with some friends or on your own and see something you think would fit Izuku or that he'd like, without hesitation you go in and buy it.

While he will always go out of his way to buy a snack or a little something you like and give it to you directly or place it on your bed, wrapped up with a small note. Especially if you had a bad day or you are on your period. ♡

Playing with each other's hair is just so calming and comforting for both of you. You might gently play with his hair as he study or he might be found playing with yours when you're talking with your friends.

There's no stopping you two cuties.

[oldwritingm]

can you please do a movie Lloyd X reader basically this takes place after the movie so everyone in Ninjago city knows that Lloyd is the green ninja but back to the plot Lloyd is currently going through the Oni and dragon equivalent of puberty so he is growing 2 new arms, horns, Wings and a tail and the reader always visit and Lloyd is starting to feel insecure so the reader shows Lloyd all the messages on her phone and all of them are from there school saying that Lloyd will always be the city green ninja and so on and Lloyd is happy that everyone will accept him and the reader and Lloyd end up cuddling and then garmadon walks in accidentally and processed to embarrass Lloyd in front of the reader and the reader pushes garmadon out of Lloyd room and the reader locks the door so both the reader and Lloyd can have cuddling in peace and the reader says that she loves him no matter what he will look like

This was so cute,, I had to do a little doodle to go with it

Word count: 978

Ninjago - Comforting (Transforming) Oni Lloyd

“Lloyd?” You knocked on the door softly, your voice low and laced with concern. You waited a few seconds for a response before knocking again. “Lloyd, are you in there?”

“Go home, y/n. I’m alright,” Lloyd finally responded. You knew that tone of voice: something was definitely wrong.

You turned the doorknob. “Lloyd, you can talk to m—” 

You had hardly stepped inside when you were startled by a loud yelp. Lloyd yanked his blankets over his head. “Don’t look at me!” 

You let out a long sigh. You stepped around the messy room like it was a minefield, making your way to his bed. Taking a seat on the corner of the mattress, you gently tugged on the blankets. 

“No,” he protested. “It’s worse.”

You had suspicioned that this had been about the changes Lloyd had been facing recently, and this confirmed it. To be fair, you weren’t sure how you’d take it if you started growing dragon-like features instead of acne and a squeaky voice. Puberty sucked, but you knew it must suck a lot more to be going through this. At least the other teens at your school had the comfort of knowing that they weren’t alone in their experiences, but Lloyd really was all alone on this one. No one else was growing horns. No one else had a tail and wings sticking out of their backs. And no one else was growing so tall so quickly. It really made him stand out; as if he didn’t already receive enough attention as the green ninja.

You pulled harder on the blanket until Lloyd finally assented, allowing you to unveil his curled up form.

Two horns poked out from his blonde locks; bigger than the last time you visited. He was on his side because laying on his back hurt the budding wings on his shoulder blades and the tail springing out from his lower back. They looked odd; small and unshapely, but you knew this was temporary. Frankly, you thought they were looking better every day. But you frowned when you remembered Lloyd’s words. Apparently he didn’t think the same.

“They’re gross, I know.”

“Lloyd,” you sighed, pulling his arm to get him to sit up. “They are not ‘gross’.”

Lloyd’s brows lowered. “Have you even seen these?” He lifted his arms to reveal two nubs, one on either side. Those were new. They would become arms, you assumed.

“I can’t go out like this,” he shook his head.

You almost felt like crying, hearing him say that. But when your phone buzzed, you perked up. You had just the thing to cheer him up.

“Here, look,” you whipped out your phone and opened your messages, handing Lloyd the device. “Just scroll through those.”

Dozens of kids from your school, who you’d never so much as spoken to before, had messaged you when Lloyd didn’t show up to class today:

hey this is random but i know ur friends w lloyd, is he ok? can you please tell him that i think its cool that hes the green ninja plus a dragon or whatever

Do you know why Lloyd didn’t show for class today??? I was gonna ask if I could draw him,,, his horns are so pretty

While he was scrolling, a message popped up at the top of the screen. It was from your group chat with the other ninjas.

JJ: UGHHH I wish I was growing wings

You both giggled. Tapping the message, you told Lloyd to scroll through the last few hours’ chat logs.

JJ: He does realize that being an Oni makes him, like, the ultimate green ninja right

nya: oni or not, he’s the best green ninja ninjago could ask for

The Rock: so true <333

“She’s right, you know,” you said, slinging your arm around his shoulder. “You’re the green ninja—everyone loves you. Oni or not.” You poked his horn, smirking.

That earned you a little smile. His eyes, misty and full of emotion, peered deeply into yours. With a sniffle he threw his arms around you, squeezing you. He started to chuckle, but you could feel teardrops dampening your shirt at the same time. “You’re the best,” he hiccuped out.

You scooted back against the wall, letting Lloyd rest his head on your chest as he leaned into you. You petted his hair while the flow of tears gradually thinned. When his eyes finally dried, you traced patterns on his back, humming softly. Drawing circles around his budding wings, you whispered assurances into his ear. His breathing slowed to match yours, and in the quiet you could almost hear your heartbeats drumming together.

You could have stayed like that for an eternity, but unfortunately, fate, or rather, Garmadon, had other plans.

He burst into the room without warning, driving the souls out of both of your bodies. 

“Lloyd, have you seen…” he stopped mid-sentence when he saw you curled up together.

“Oh,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “my apologies, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

“Dad, get out!” Lloyd barked, his face bright red.

“This reminds me of how your mother and I were when we first—”

Lloyd clapped both hands over his face, groaning. You took the hint, hopped up, and shooed Garmadon out the door. “Hang on, I’m telling a story!” He protested as he went, but you shut the door before he could get another word in.

“Make sure it’s locked!” Lloyd ordered, still fuming.

You obeyed. Lloyd stood up and met you in the middle of the room, looking down at you as he pulled you closer. “Where were we?”

“You were being the most lovely green ninja, whom I love no matter what he looks like.”

Lloyd’s cheeks turned pink as he smiled. “Really?”

“Really.” 

You circled your arms around him. You stood just like that, holding each other tightly, swaying a little, enjoying each other’s presence. Uninterrupted this time cough cough

Thank you anon for requesting, and thank you for reading!! Hope you enjoyed! Take care!

(divider by saradika)

[wed-in-the-apocalypse]

Falling for u

I had watermelon sour patch kids while making this.

Summary: you do ice breakers and the beautiful Tara carpenter talks to you.

Warnings: shit writing first fic ever so its bound

Authors note: also idk anything about school, or how to make conversation, enjoy!

More notes: if somehow you liked this then just know I probably won't post much at all :/

BTW this is kinda inspired by first date by @persevereforahappyending

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You sit in your usual spot in class, headphones on playing calm music.

You doodle while you wait for the lesson to start.

Then as the Professor walks in you slide your headphones to your neck and take out a notebook, flipping to a clean page and start to write down.

As the professor starts to talk about different things (again idk anything about school), in the back of the class Tara stares at you.

Unbeknownst to you she has been watching you come to class for maybe weeks now.

She's captivated by you, she doesn't know why, she's only ever seen you talk to your friends and seen you in the halls but never had the confidence to actually come up and talk to you.

Today would be different though.

She decided it was about time she spoke to you.

You always seemed so kind and quiet.

Everytime you met her eyes in the halls she would get nervous and look away, but not before you would give her a kind smile making her cheeks flush.

She was broken out of her trance when the professor announced to the students they would need to do icebreakers and pick a partner for the project, making most people groan.

But Tara however saw this as an opportunity to talk to you.

Luckily it seemed you were more interested in what you were drawing then making conversation.

So she picked up her bag and walked down to you, taking a seat next to you and tapping you on the shoulder.

"Hey,.." She was nervous, to nervous, but she knew you weren't going to start a conversation with her first judging by how you avoided everyone else. "I'm Tara"

You jumped slightly.

"Uh, Y/n"

"Sorry did I startle you?"

"No just caught me off guard" you smile, that same blinding smile she had seen before.

"Good, so um.." She trailed off, not knowing where to start. "Whats your favorite movie?"

"Knives out," you answered quickly. "I loved the mystery and the guessing who the killer was, what's yours?"

(Just pick any movie that's just my favorite)

"The babadook" she answered instantly. "Oh I hate scary movies-" "what!?, but you like knives out?" "That's a murder mystery, I hate getting scared. But what do you like most about your movie?" She opened her mouth, ready to ramble about all the reasons why you should love it, only to be cut off by the professor clapping his hands and sending everyone to their seats.

She sat back with a frown, after weeks of building the courage to talk to you she was cut off.

She made one conclusion that day, professors were evil.

(That was from first date btw)

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When the professor finally dismissed the class Tara practically ran out the door to meet you there.

She saw you going out and pulled you by the wrist to face her.

"What the!- Tara?, what are you doing?" You exclaimed.

She let go of your wrist to rub the scar on her hand nervously, a habit she picked up after the attack.

"I um.." She trailed off not knowing how to ask you. "I uh wanted to know if-if maybe you were free on Friday?" She stumbled over her words, refusing to make eye contact with you, she thought if you didn't say yes then she could laugh it off and never speak to you again.

But before she could dive deeper into those thoughts you spoke. "Are you asking me out?" a small smile played on your lips.

"And if I did, would you say yes?" She asked hesitantly, still refusing to look into your eyes, afraid she'd get lost in them.

You broke into a full out grin, looking like a complete fool. "Then I would say yes."

This made her finally look into your eyes, she searched them for any trace of insincerity, but all she saw was adoration and hope.

She took a deep breath, composing herself to ask you correctly. "Then will you go out with me on Friday?" She hoped you wanted to.

You swallowed, trying not to smile so hard. "I'd like nothing more"

Tara let out a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding, and smiled. "I'll see you Friday then, how about the theater at 5?"

You nodded. "Sounds great" she smirked. "Don't be late," she leaned up to kiss you on the cheek softly, making you blush hard. "I'll see you then" then she winked and walked away, out of view.

You sighed contently.

You couldn't wait.

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[hispieceofcake]

🕸️My thoughts and feelings on Beetlejuice 🪲 (at least for a while)

I know a lot of people probably won't care but I really want to share my thoughts and talk about this character and that's what I'm going to do, There are a lot of thoughts and feelings accumulated inside my head and I need to get them out, it's a little mess but I think it will be fun to read.

I've had this on my mind for a while, which has finally become one of my biggest, if not the biggest, hyperfocuses for now and I'm going to share a little bit of it now >:)

I really didn't think I would have the courage to post this because I'm not that confident in sharing my things but I CAN'T TAKE THIS GREEN DEMON GHOST MAN OFF MY MIND😫‼️

The beginning of this happened when I was already in another hyperfocus on the character Adam from the series Hazbin hotel on Amazon(I was already a fan since the pilot on YouTube), and then a slight curiosity hit me..."Who is his voice actor?"

So I went looking for who he was and I ended up being so interested in the actor, who is Alex Brightman (I love him a lot by the way and I can't wait to go see the musical and see him in person) and also in the characters he played and voiced, and in particular one of them won my heart.😔🩷

That's exactly what you're thinking, it was Beetlejuice.

For some reason he caught my attention and over time I ended up becoming quite fond of the character, even more so when I remembered that my parents watched the character's film when I was a child, which made me even more eager to research and look for any possible bit of information on the internet that I could find.

AND YES !

I actually achieved a lot and I'm going to share it <3

Firstly, the 1988 film, which was one of the first pieces of information I found about it, after all, it was in it that the character made his debut (apart from the story of its creator Tim Burton). And I know Beetlejuice is a pervert in this movie, but I try to ignore that and try to just look at the good side of him being a good character.

Secondly, and I think this is what caught my attention the most, is the cartoon of 1989 with the same name as the character called Beetlejuice where the character acted as the protagonist alongside Lidya (In this one there's nothing about him wanting to force her to marry him like in the movie, it's just a cartoon of them having a good friendship and being best friends).

And man, the way I was happy when found out that the cartoon had 4 seasons and about 68 episodes, I was almost like that kitten TikTok meme ✨ HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY ✨

Like, wow, a source of potential Gifs, icons, dividers, photos, edits, there was so much I could do that I didn't even know where to start because of all the hustle and bustle and animation I had (And of course I spent the next few weeks pestering my friends about it during class with every little bit of information I found🤓👆).

At the moment I'm trying to look for a website that has all the episodes together or just some, but so far I've only been able to find them on old DVDs. When I can find a website I will gather all the links and post them, so that more people can watch.

And one of the best parts...I FOUND A WHOLE COLLECTION OF 🩷VALENTINES' DAY CARDS🩷 and I'll probably make another post later to post all of them or at least their links, they're all official. This made me even more excited because I love all that romantic and cute aesthetic of the Valentine's Day season, hearts, red and pink decorations, heart-shaped candy boxes, love letters, Decorated store windows, stuffed animals, I just love everything (even though I don't have a valentine, and I don't want to🙃).

To give you an idea of how focused I was on this little green-haired corpse demon ghost man, everywhere I have the opportunity I make doodles or drawings of him all over the places, walls, notebooks, tests, napkins, classroom board, and in my sketchbook, in which I'm making an entire page dedicated just to him and Lidya, which maybe later I'll post too. Even more so after I managed to find several official reference sheets from the studio that designed and animated the cartoon, so now the drawings will be much better.💋

There is so much information that I managed to find that I am having to organize my thoughts because unfortunately I am very agitated and anything takes my focus easily, but as soon as I can really focus on that, it feels like I'm somewhere else.

But now talking about the Broadway musical, (which as said before has my beloved Alex Brightman as the main actor), I've always liked the idea of musicals, and even more so when his story is about my favorite character, and speaking of musicals, I REALLY WAS OBSESSED WITH THE SONG "SAY MY NAME" 😫🩷

And oh boy, I spend almost all day singing it or with it resonating in my mind, whenever I read, write, draw or do anything to do with Beetlejuice, I put on my headphones and listen this song as if it were the greatest masterpiece made in history.

AND I'M SORRY BUT I NEED TO SHARE THIS SONG WITH YOU GUYS

Leaving the character a little, and going to the actor...he is simply the SWEETEST AND CUTEST MAN I'VE EVER SEEN!!

After I discovered that he voiced the characters that I like most in the Hazbin Hotel fandom and played the character that I like so much, I developed a huge affection for him, not just for his work, but because he is so sweet, fun and funny that I can't help but love everything and everything I find about this man online.

Alex Brightman bringing the character Beetlejuice to life and voicing Adam, Fizzarolli and Sir Pentious

That's it for now ,folks, that's all I have stuck in my mind for now or at least what I can remember

I apologize if this isn't so good, I'm writing this while I'm at school at 7am after waking up at 5am while my body is sore after a presentation.

So, thank you for reading 💞

[justanothervigalanty]

Damian x y/n (D=14 years old Y/n 13 years old)

It’s a normal school day at Gotham academy you and Damian are in the same class together along with Jon. Jon and Damian are best friends and you are no so popular.

teacher: “class please pick a partner”

Jon and Damian look at each other but then

teacher:”boy girl please”

all the girls start crowding Damian except you. You were sat at your desk doodling in your notebook 📓

Damian:”sorry but I’m going with y/n”

your heart skipped a beat you had a crush on him for weeks and now the Damian Wayne was walking towards you!

Damian:”is it cool if I partner with you?” He asks scratching the back of his neck

y/n:”yea sure”

Damian takes the seat next to you and spots your drawing of robin (him)

Damian:”wow y/n that is so cool!”

y/n:”oh this yea I guess I saw Batman and robin last week down crime alley and his suit is really cool”

Damian looks at the drawing and begins to scribble down his number on a piece of scrap paper, and slides it to you

Damian :”i have a drawing studio at my place if you wanted to check it out after school.” “Or not stupid question anyway”

y/n:”no I’d love to see your studio!”

after a month of hanging out you and Damian are dating he asked you out in class with a note that looked like this:

You run to him after class note in hand calling the nickname you gave him (dames)

y/n:”Dames! Dames!”

as he turns around you jump into a him and whisper

y/n:I love you Damian!

he pushes you back and kisses you, you slowly kiss back and that is how you end up together! Telling his family was another story.

dicky

Dick met you when you had been dating Damian for around 3 months. You had a movie night at his place NOTHING MORE! Well you slept over in Damian’s bed but nothing more than that! When you woke up to dick knocking on the door now none new except Alfred that you were other and Damian introduced you as a friend. So when dick didn’t get a response he just walked into you asleep on Damian’s chest in one of his t-shirts so he quickly ran out. But later he saw you two on the couch and this is how it went:

Dick:”Dami I didn’t know you had a girlfriend”

Damian:”I don’t this is my friend y/n”

Dick:”ok but that looks like your shirt?”

Y/n:”we had a movie night and i slept on the sofa but I forgot spare clothes”

Damian:”yeah see Grayson!”

dick:” oh ok but you were sharing a bed when i came in”

Damian:”YOU WERE IN MY ROOM!”

dick:”beside the point! Damian is this your girlfriend?”

Damian:”ok fine yes she is now DONT! Tell!”

Jaybird

you and Damian were dating for 6 months when Jason met you. Jason was on patrol and came home to see a shirt less Damian leaning against you against a wall with one hand and the other holding your waist while simply chatting and a bit of flirting

Jason:”oh god Damian get a room!”

Damian let go of you and threw on his hoodie

Damian:”do you not know how to knock Todd!”

Jason:”oh god this is gross you’re giving me flashbacks to your mother and Bruce 🤢 you really are his son!”

y/n:”do what the man says get a room” you said jokingly flirting

Damian:”as you wish” he said as he swung you of your feet

Jason:”definitely Bruce’s kid! God someone please kill me again!”

(Disclaimer: you didn’t do ✨it✨ yet you just slept over using hoody less Damian as your pillow so more thisical touch)

Timmy aka coffee boi

you and Damian were walking to your house in crime Alley. Damian always walked you home when you weren’t at his house he had just put his arm around your waist when red robin ran by with superboy (kon)

Tim:”sorry- wait demon spawn!”

You burst out laughing:”d-demon spawn god that’s better than baby bird!”

Tim:”is this your girlfriend that Todd told me about?”

Damian:”he told you what!?”

Tim:”he said he is now traumatised and jealous about that” he nudged Damian’s torso “said yesterday’s advents were something!”

Damian made Tim swear not to tell anyone before he flew off with kon

Everyone

after around a year for Damian’s 15th birthday the family had organised a gala every one was allowed a plus one and Damian invited you of course

(This is what you wore) :

you and Damian entered bruce thought you were a friend and was a bit confused why you weren’t Jon but didn’t really care

Bruce:”Damian I was beginning to think you ditch your own party”

Damian:”hello father I would like to introduce you to y/n my plus one”

Bruce:”I was surprised you didn’t bring Jon when you have friends over it is normal Jon or Bart (impulse)”

Damian:”yea well I thought it would be a great chance for the family to meet her”

y/n:”it is amazing to finally meet Damian’s father”

Bruce was clueless about your relationship till a slow dance came on which Damian normally avoided but this time was different. As everyone left their seats Damian stood up from his chair by his fathers and offered you his hand:

Damian:”would you care for a dance my beloved?” Beloved was his revenge on dames!

y/n:”well of course I would dames my good sir” you answer talking his hand

you both walk over to the dance floor and Bruce sees this the corner of his eye wiles dancing with Salina he assumed it was a joke (which it half was) and chuckled to himself. But as the dance began to end all guests move to the side to see the host family dance. Normally Damian would sit this or ask a random young girl or boy for a dance but he stayed to dance with you. The couple’s were:

you and Damian , Jason and Roy , dick and kory/wally (you pick) , Tim and kon’al / Conner , Cass and Steth , Duke and his gf (Lexie) and Bruce and Salina and just as the dance finished Damian did that part of a dance we’re the normal y a man picks up and twirls the female or smaller mail yea Damian did that and then haled you up before pulling you in for a long kiss. later on that night when the gala was over Damian and you when up to his room and need I say more? He stole your hart and verginaty.

6 months later

your texting Damian on your bed (from Damian’s perspective)

beloved💜:when are you back from the mission?

Damian🗡️:around 10:00 why?

beloved💜:can I come round?

Damian 🗡️:did you and your stepdad have another argument?

beloved💜:yeah…

Damian🗡️:I’ll come get you now

--Damian🗡️ has gone off line—

after a while Damian came round and took you to the manor

Damian:”do you want to talk about it?”

y/n:”no not yet really”

Damian:”s3X it is?” He said flirting

y/n:”you know me to well”

Damian then picked you up and ⚠️bit spicy warning ⚠️ lade you on his well more your bed he takes of his robin shirt and cape and takes of your shirt and joggers before removing all his clothes and then you do ✨it✨ till midnight

after 3 months of living with Damian because well you hate your house and parents you wake up one day and run to the bathroom and empty your stomach. Damian comes running after you.

Damian:”beloved? Babe? … Y/n are you ok? I’m coming in!”

he walks into you cleaning yourself up with tears in your eyes

Damian:oh god! Ok no that’s not normal get dressed we’re going to the hospital!

y/n:dames I’m fine

Damian:no. No you’re not and no nicknames are getting you out of this get dressed!

you both get dressed and he asked dick to drive you both when you arrive dick leaves to go tell Bruce that you’re sick and Damian is with you at hospital.you’re waiting for around an hour before a nurse comes out.

nurse:”hi are you Damian Wayne and y/n y/l/n?”

Damian:”yes” the nurse takes you both into a room and does some tests before asking Damian to leave and hand’s you a bag

nurse:”don’t show your boyfriend in till you have full results”

you were confused by this but left with Damian. When you got back to the manor you opened the bag in private there were three pregnancy test you went to the bathroom and waited for your results

Me:hope you like please give me suggestions for part 2 like Damian’s reaction or y/n’s family problems anything maybe even Jon becoming a uncle look out for part 2 Ty 🥰

[reidingandwriting]

when (s)he sees me > p.p.

Word Count: 3.7k

Ship: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Some angst near the end!

Peter Parker is in love with his partner Y/N Y/L/N. One small problem, he hasn't told them yet. But he has a plan, a great plan, and he's going to tell Y/N how he feels.

Link to post on AO3- this version was tweaked a little bit.

✨ Masterlist ✨

Part Two!

-Peter Parker-

“Today’s the day I’m going to do it.” Peter said as he closed his locker. “I’m going to tell Y/N I love them.” Ned eyed his best friend, a look of disbelief in his eyes. 

“That’s what you said last week. And the week before.” Ned said as he took his books out of his locker. “I can’t blame you for chickening out, they’re intimidating. Like MJ."

“MJ’s not intimidating.” Ned scoffed and Peter paused before he spoke again. “Okay, yeah, she’s terrifying. But Y/N isn’t. They’re sweet, and May loves them. Mr. Stark’s been begging me to bring them to the compound so he could meet them, or he would ‘investigate the kid that’s dating his kid.’”

“Wait, he called you his kid?” Ned asked.

“He totally did, even though he changed the subject immediately after he let it slip. And I saw Ms. Black Widow this weekend and I told her about it, and apparently it wasn’t the first time he’s called me ‘his kid.’” Peter noticed the wide-eyed look in his best friend’s eyes and shushed him. “Don’t you dare repeat that.”

“I can’t believe you met her. You better not tell MJ, she’d bully you until you introduced them.” Ned said and then paused before he spoke. “But how do you plan on-”

“Ooh, a plan. I love scheming, what are we doing?” A new voice filled Peter’s ears, and Peter turned around with a smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Peter wrapped his arms around you, and it was your turn to smile when Peter’s lips brushed against yours, and Peter welcomed the familiar taste of your cherry chapstick.

“Ugh, get a room.” MJ said as she walked over, and Peter stepped back from you with his cheeks tinged red.

“Oh, shut up.” The sound of your laughter made Peter’s heart skip a beat and then you turned to face Peter again. “So, what were you and Ned talking about?”

“You know, top secret stuff. Very important… guy stuff?”

“Guy stuff?” Peter’s breath hitched as your eyes studied his face, and he wondered if this is how specimens under a microscope felt. “O..kay. Guy stuff can be a secret.” The first bell rang and you groaned. “Having pre-cal first thing in the morning is the worst. MJ and I will see you in third period. Have fun with your ‘guy stuff.’ I know it’s code for Star Wars.” You kissed Peter’s cheek before you left with MJ, saying bye to Ned as you walked away.

“Is not!” Peter called after you before he turned to Ned.

“Guy stuff?”

“Shut up.”

~Y/N~

“Peter’s planning something.” You said as you sat on top of MJ’s desk. You had a substitute teacher who could not care less about teaching for your second period today, so the entire class was doing their own thing. You chose to sit with MJ and talk while she doodled on your hand.

“Obviously.” MJ chuckled, a hint of a smirk on her lips. “I know he’s a little extra dorky around you regardless, but he seemed on edge today.”

“Right?” You leaned your head back against the wall, grateful for MJ’s corner desk. “You think that would’ve worn off by now.”

“Dude, you intimidate him. Even after, what, three months of dating?”

“How in the hell do I intimidate him? He’s dated me for three months, and I cried in front of him and May when we watched this sad dog movie two weeks ago.”

“Because you’re hot.” You raised a brow as you glanced at MJ.

“I’m hot so I intimidate him?”

“Get rid of all your personal biases towards Peter and think about it. He had a little crush on Liz and could barely even speak to her. And before you and him started dating, he never dated anyone.”

“Neither have I.” Your brows furrowed and MJ groaned, causing a few people to look over for a second before they turned back to their own things.

“But you’ve been asked out by a couple guys and girls since you started last year. That’s not Peter’s experience at all, and he’s probably feeling like you’re out of his league. Waiting for the shoe to drop and waiting for you to realize that.”

“He really thinks that?” You frowned and closed your eyes, and you tried to wrap your mind around what MJ had told you. Note to self- make everyone who ever doubted Peter or made him feel bad about himself regret it. The bell ringing snapped you out of your daze, and MJ patted your arm.

“Come on, let’s go see lover boy.”

-Peter Parker-

“You’re strangely quiet today, kid. It’s kind of creepy, I don’t think there’s been a single day since I’ve met you that you’ve been quiet.” Mr. Stark said and Peter kept his eyes glued on his chemistry homework. Homework always came before lab time, Tony was serious about Peter’s schoolwork. And Peter would never admit it, but it made him really happy how much his mentor cared about him- not just Spider-Man.

“You’re always telling me how important homework and school is, but now I’m too quiet because I’m doing homework? Sounds a bit hypocritical, Mr. Stark.” Tony smiled at Peter’s comeback; that was the kid he knew. Now he just had to push delicately where Peter wouldn’t notice he was pushing.

“Teenagers, FRIDAY. They’re such brats nowadays.” Tony tossed his screwdriver to the side and he walked over to Peter, peering over his shoulder to see what he was working on. “Covalent bonds? You can do this in your sleep, Pete. Something else is racing through that big brain of yours.”

“Covalent bonds can be very complicated.” Peter said. Very subtle, Mr. Stark. “Just so you’ll stop bugging me, it’s Y/N. You know we’ve been dating for a few months.”

“But you won’t even let me do a background check on them.”

“I think I’m ready to tell them I love them.” Peter admitted. “And I don’t know how to do it. It’s my first time telling them, or anyone, that. And it’s too big of a moment to just casually drop in conversation.” Peter let his head drop to the counter with a thud and Tony ignored the curse that he muttered under his breath.

“Shit.” Tony said after a moment.

“Really helpful.” Tony ruffled Peter’s hair as he took a seat beside him.

“You know Y/N better than anyone, kid. It doesn’t have to be some grand extravaganza. The first time I told Pepper I loved her wasn’t intentional, but I meant it.” Tony said and Peter raised his head, his interest now piqued.

“How did you tell her?”

“Pepper and I had to work all night one day back when we were in Malibu, we had a little security breach, so I made breakfast the next morning to thank her for staying when she didn’t have to. I made us omelets, made a pot of coffee, and it was a really domestic moment. We ate in silence, exhausted from working all night. I cleaned up and before Pepper left to get ready for work, I kissed her goodbye and said I love you. I don’t think either of us processed it until we were at work, then we discussed it. A couple of weeks later, she told me she loved me over dinner.” Tony smiled, and Peter noticed a special type of fondness in his eyes, a look he recognized as one reserved for Pepper.

“I like that.” Peter hummed, the wheels in his head churning. “Dinner sounds good.” Tony clapped Peter’s shoulder.

“Speaking of dinner, are you staying for dinner tonight? Sam’s cooking tonight, and he’s honestly the best cook here. And Wanda’s been in a baking mood lately, so there’s cupcakes as well. I’m sure if you ask her, she’ll give you an extra one for Y/N.” Tony winked and Peter groaned.

“I’m going back to my homework. Then we need to work on my suit.” A brief pause. “Someone may have… swiped at me on after school patrols. With a knife.”

“...Someone what?”

~Y/N~

“How do we like this?” You stepped in front of your phone, propped against a stack of books on your desk. You were on a video call with MJ, and this was the third outfit you had tried on.

“Keep the pants, change the top. What about that dark green top from your first outfit?” MJ suggested and you gasped.

“You’re a damn genius, I love you so much. Be right back.” You said as you walked out of the camera’s viewpoint to change.

“Where are you two going?”

“Just dinner at his apartment.” MJ opened her mouth to question you, but you beat her to it. “Him, May, and Tony fucking Stark. The man is a genius, and don’t get me started on Pepper Potts. If I were into business at all, she’d be who I aspired to be.”

“Befriend them enough so you can invite me over to meet Black Widow. She could use her Widow Bites on me, and I’d thank her.” MJ fell back against her bed, and you laughed as you finished getting ready. A couple of minutes later, your phone vibrated and you read the text on your screen.

Peter <3: ‘here when you’re ready x :)’

“While you daydream, I’m gonna head out. Peter’s here.” You grabbed your jacket and your apartment keys, then grabbed your phone. “I’ll text you when I’m back.”

“You better. Be safe.” MJ’s voice went up into a teasing tone, and you raised your middle finger. “Love you, loser.”

“Love you, nerd. Bye!” You ended the video call before you switched to messages and opened your conversation with Peter.

‘on my way down now. see you soon! <3’

-Peter Parker- 

What happens then? If when she holds me My heart is set in motion

“Please don’t embarrass me, Mr. Stark.” Peter pleaded once he got your last text. “I’m already so nervous, I feel sick.”

“Not in the car, kid. Go outside if you need to-”

“Mr. Stark!” Peter whined and Tony chuckled.

“I promise. No embarrassing you, for the car ride. Best I can do.” Peter opened his mouth to protest but Tony cut him off. “Is that them?” Peter looked out the window and saw you, and his heart skipped a beat. You looked amazing, and Peter suddenly became hyper-aware of his own outfit. God, he hoped he looked nice enough. With a gentle shove from Tony, Peter got out of the car and called out your name.

“Wow, nice ride.” You said as you walked over, a bright smile on your lips. “A bit much considering I live within walking distance to your apartment.”

“Yeah, that’s… that’s Mr. Stark for you.” Peter chuckled nervously, and you brought your hand to his chin and lifted it up. Peter swore his heart rate became erratic from the gesture and he was grateful you couldn’t hear it.

“Hey. It’s just me. You don’t have anything to be so nervous about.” As if you were sealing a promise, you pressed a kiss to Peter’s lips. “Now, we should probably get in the car.”

“Yeah, yeah. Here, let me.” Peter was thankful his brain worked enough to open the door to the backseat for you, and you thanked him before you got in. Peter followed after you and he leaned back into the seat with a sigh. God, he was going to struggle to get through the night.

“So, you’re the famous Y/N I’ve heard so much about.” Tony said as he drove, and Peter wished he could web Mr. Stark’s mouth shut.

“Depends on what he told you.” You teased and your knee nudged against Peter’s. Your way of telling him ‘it’s okay.’ “The good things were me, and the bad things were probably me as well.”

“I literally can’t name a single ‘bad thing’ you’ve done, except for not like Star Wars.” Peter said and the two of you began to bicker about the franchise, with Tony occasionally chipping in with his limited knowledge he only had because of Peter. Tony felt honored to be a part of this moment, and the smile on Peter’s face would be in his memory forever. 

~Y/N~

“Dinner was amazing, May. Thank you so much for having me over.” You started to clean up your plates, and May ‘tsked’ at you.

“Of course, Y/N. You know you’re always welcome here. And don’t worry about the plates, Tony and I will take care of it.” Tony looked as if he was going to protest, but May silenced him with a look.

“Go on and skedaddle, the adults have this.” You stood up and Peter did the same. Peter glanced in the direction of his room and you nodded.

“We’ll be in my room if you need anything, May. Thank you.”

“Tony or I will come get you when we need to take Y/N home.” May smiled and you both dismissed yourselves before you left for Peter’s room. Peter shut the door, ignoring Tony’s protests, and you sat in a beanbag on the floor.

“Ugh, whatever May ordered for dinner was fantastic. I feel stuffed.” You said and Peter took a seat in the beanbag beside yours. You smiled as you felt Peter’s hand hesitate to hold yours, so you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers together. “Is everything okay, Peter? You’ve been off the last few days, did I do something to upset you?”

“No, no, no, no, no. You did nothing wrong I promise.” Peter said and he squeezed your hand, but you couldn’t tell if the gesture was supposed to comfort you or him. “I had a whole speech planned, but I would make an even bigger idiot of myself if I tried to say it right now, so I’m just gonna tell you this. I love you, Y/N.”

I'm not prepared for that I'm scared of breaking open

And in that moment, your heart stopped. You always imagined being told ‘I love you’ for the first time would give you butterflies, not what felt like a snake twisting your insides. You knew you would be filled with emotion, but not the complete panic you felt now.

When it came to fight or flight, you had a habit of flight- almost always. And this time, no matter how much you wanted to stay, you couldn’t. I’m so sorry, Peter.

“I have to go.” You stood up and you kept your eyes away from Peter’s face. You had to stay strong, and if you looked at him, your resolve would break and you’d stay. Or you would turn into a cornered animal and lash out until you were free, leaving Peter utterly heartbroken in your path of destruction. You had to get out of here.

“What? You can’t, you can’t just leave.” Your eyes began to water when Peter’s voice cracked, and you could practically see the tears in his beautiful brown eyes.

“I can’t do this, Peter. I need to leave, I have to walk back to my apartment.” You cursed internally when your own voice shook. You can’t do that, Y/N, you’re better than this. You can cry when you’re alone.

“Please… Stay? With me. We, we can talk this through, or-or we can pretend this never happened, but please-”

“Peter!” You cut off his rambling. “I’m leaving, whether I have to go out your fire escape or through your front door. There’s no talking this through, and we sure as hell can’t pretend this never happened. You told me you loved me, Peter.”

“Because I do. And I thought you did, too.”

“Well I don’t.” Liar. “I don’t do love anymore, I can’t. I, I just can’t. And I’m sorry for getting you involved in my mess. You deserve better, and now you can get it.”

“I had the best I could ever want.” A single tear slid down your cheek as you made sure you had all your things.

“Goodbye, Peter.” You walked out of Peter’s room, leaving the one person you could actually love behind in the destruction you caused. You quickly said goodbye to May and Tony, making up a lie about a family emergency, and you shut the door behind you. You ran down the hallway, down the steps of the building, and the cool night air felt like a slap to the face in comparison to the coziness of May’s apartment that you could never feel again. God, you were going to miss her.

You ignored the non-stop vibrating of your phone, knowing it was MJ, Ned, or Peter. You began the walk back to your apartment, and you whipped around when you heard a familiar voice.

“You look like you could use a ride.” Tony Stark had followed you, and he was parked beside you with his window rolled down.

“I’m fine.” You protested and then it thundered loudly.

“Sounds like it’s going to rain soon.” Tony said casually, as if he didn’t care whether you got soaked from the rain or not. But if he didn’t care, he wouldn’t still be here.

“If this is your ruse to abduct me, it’s not very creative for a genius.” You said but turned to walk towards the passenger seat of Tony’s car, and you got in. Perfect timing as the sound of raindrops hit the windshield. One or two taps every few seconds at first, then a steady hum. If you were at home, it would be peaceful. But you were too on edge to enjoy it.

“Trust me, kid. I have former spies on speed dial. If I wanted to abduct you, you’d never even know.” The words from anyone else would be creepy, but Tony had an advantage with his charisma and charm.

“Only if you call the Black Widow. My friend really wants to meet her.” You found yourself joking, regardless of the ache in your heart. You leaned back against the seat in an attempt to relax before you spoke again. “Alright, level with me. Why are you here with me instead of Peter?”

“He wanted his aunt instead of me. Which is fair, I’m not exactly the comforting type.” Tony said and you tilted your head, not believing his last sentence. The way Peter spoke about him, it was like he was completely and utterly perfect.

“That doesn’t explain why you picked me up instead of going back home.”

“Touché.” Tony ran his hand through his hair. “I guess I was just curious about what went down, from your perspective.”

“What’s there to say? Peter told me he loved me, and I freaked out.” You found yourself spilling your guts to the man, something about the energy that surrounded him made him feel safe.

“I figured that. Peter asked me for advice about dropping those three words, and when you bolted, I figured he had told you. But something tells me there’s something deeper than that.”

“Wow, you really are a genius.” Sarcasm dripped from your tongue. “Obviously it’s something deeper, the average person doesn’t exactly run whenever they hear their partner say ‘I love you,’ do they?”

“Because you’re talking to an expert on average people here, right?” Tony matched your sarcasm, and you respected him for it.

“That’s fair.” You jumped when it thundered especially loud, and Tony looked at you.

“We should probably get you home, yeah?” You nodded. Tony put his car into drive and pulled into the road, and he began to drive you home. “I would say I don’t normally do stuff like this, but you’re the first of Peter’s friends I’ve actually met. So there really isn't a baseline of what's normal or not.”

“Ned hasn’t met you yet?”

“Peter and Ned have been trying to convince his mother to let him come to the compound for weeks now, but she hasn’t budged yet.” Tony said and you chuckled. Mrs. Leeds was an amazing woman, but god, she was a stubborn woman as well.

“You should pick them up from school one day. Ned may pass out, but he’ll be fine after that.” Tony laughed and you couldn’t help but laugh as well. “But you didn’t have to give me a ride, so thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And I know my opinion doesn’t matter, it’s your life and all, but I think if you can get past whatever happened in your past, you and Peter seemed to be a good couple. And I definitely never do this,” Tony said. “But you remind me a lot of…” Myself, Tony almost said. “Someone I used to know.” He said instead. “So if you need someone to talk to, about Peter or not, I’m a call away. Pull your phone out.” Tony said as he parked in front of your apartment complex.

“You’re just…” You were speechless.

“Trying to give you my number, yeah. You can talk to me, or I can get someone unbiased to talk to you. Sam has a love-hate relationship with the kid, but he’s surprisingly really good at listening and giving advice. Not really surprising given his background, but.” Tony had a habit of rambling like Peter did, and the resemblance made your heart feel heavy. Tony gave you his number, and you exchanged goodbyes before you got out of his car and ran into your apartment.

When you entered your apartment, you were greeted by silence, which you were grateful for today. You walked into your room, plugged your phone into the charger and laid back in bed. Your eyes burned from the unshed tears you didn’t dare to spill. What right did you have to cry when you broke Peter's heart? Besides, if you started to cry now, you wouldn’t be able to stop, or you’d do something stupid. You’d answer the texts that Peter, MJ, and Ned left you. You’d listen to the voicemails from him and May, and it would worsen the pain you were in right now.

‘I’m sorry, Peter.’ You thought as you closed your eyes. ‘I truly am.’

[frank-kastled]

What have you been up to lately?

Staying active

Been staying pretty active physically which has been tiring in the best way. Making the most out of my Classpass trial by taking two Soulcycle classes, another Barry's class, a reformers pilates class, and a HIIT class and intro to pole class tomorrow. On the fence about cancelling my gym membership and switching to Classpass fully considering I'll be doing more outdoor runs once the weather is warmer. I have a half marathon coming up this month which will be fun and I still have a bit of time to train for my full marathon this spring. Working out and taking classes with friends has honestly been so fun and a great way to start my mornings.

Reading

Finished Self-Made by Tara Isabella Burton this month and currently reading Babel by R.F. Kuang. Babel has been on my list for a while along with other of Kuang's work and one of my friends dropped her recommendation in our group chat at the perfect time. Thoroughly enjoying it so far and the moments when I can recognize the Mandarin words & phrases.

Started Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado and Why Does He Do That? by Lundy Bancroft which I hope to finish this month as well when time allows.

Watching

Recent movies include All of Us Strangers, May December, My Cousin Vinny, and Dune. Haven't made the time to watch Society of the Snow, Maestro, Nyad, or Zone of Interest yet which are the few Oscar noms on my list I have yet to see. Love the flexibility of having AMC A-list but haven't been to the theater in a couple weeks sadly.

Shows include the new season of True Detective (slow, not sure if I'll finish), The New Look, & Avatar: The Last Airbender.

Creating/Staying Inspired/Misc.

Having more fun lately tinkering with motion graphics. Recently upgraded my personal computer to a Macbook Pro which makes the transition from work to personal projects more seamless especially when working in Blender & After Effects.

One of my friends also created a group chat with other artist friends to share art and keep each other motivated through challenges and "assignments" which I've been meaning to contribute more to. Considering taking back up daily doodles like I did during the beginning of the pandemic. Work offers to cover a portion of educational expenses which I plan on taking full advantage of this summer with either virtual or in-person design/art courses.

Waiting for spring volunteer opportunities to open up at one of my favorite local museums given its proximity to where I live + the opportunity to give back to the community while also staying involved in the arts.

All in all, staying busy, socializing, working towards my goals, and being intentional about stepping outside of my comfort zone.

[bookwyrminspiration]

hello my lovely loveliest dearest favorite quil <333 I have finally actually returned with a slight rebrand and many tales to tell.

How are you bestie!!! I missed you So SO much and it's literally so rude that I can't send you all of the things that make me think of you. Like I swear my partner is gonna be jealous at this point because I'm literally like omg I literally need to show this to quil. It is a necessity. (If you're wondering it was a hoodie that had the classic university logo and said Silly Goose University and I decided that we needed them to match with our friendship bracelets.)

Anyway I am eyeing your new writing up very very closely and am itching to go to Ao3 and read ALL of it. (The urge is quite strong now that I have started Thinking about it, however this ask is taking long enough bc I have to take Wiggle™ breaks because holy bestie I am SO happy to talk to you once again.)

Speaking of your writing I was struck with the most incredible fantastic amazing art idea after looking at some of my old wings AU doodles. However, my drawing tablet went through the shredder (<- Puppy) I have to WAIT. To give the full idea justice but trust me bestie I'm so excited to show it to you.

Anyway I've been extra ramble-y but HI HOW ARE YOU I MISSED YOU WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOUR LIFE.

I'd love all of your thoughts and feelings and I miss you and ily and I'm so happy like I kid you not this ask has taken. So much effort because I cannot sit still writing this to you. I have. The Dumbest Smile on my face. <3333333

(Please note that this ask is meant to be read as if I am laying on your bed kicking my feet in the air while excitedly talking, thank you 😌)

TOBI!!!! I was just thinking about you the other day!! My dad and I were watching Labyrinth for the first time in a while, and when I realized the baby's name was Toby (i'd forgotten) I just went...ah..Tobi...I hope he's doing well...

I'm doing alright! I've been very busy this semester, and we are approaching finals so it's probably only going to get busier soon. But! This has been my first semester mostly in person in a very long time! And I'm officially fully in uni rather than dual credit, so I'm somewhere else now and have met SO many people. Actually am planning to meet up with one of them tomorrow to go to a restaurant/museum for class! And to watch a few movies with two others sometime soon.

lots of reflections on that because relationships of all kinds have been. rather difficult my whole life, so we'll see what happens here! also would 100% wear some silly goose university hoodies with you <3. move aside tobi's partner I need to glue BOTH of his hands to mine. forever

Also!! If you read my fics I'll love you forever and ever and ever even more. This new titz one has been sitting for several months, but I finally pulled it back out! And I am rather nervous about it because Fitz and Tam are both particular characters, and so combining them just makes them even harder to write. and THEN! throwing in Fitz's Alvar feelings makes that EVEN MORE difficult. but! it was also an absolute delight to work on so I hope you like it :)

and holy shit wings au art!!! i trust you so much I am so excited to see it--and don't worry about however long it takes! wings au is years in the writing, i've got experience with patience. wait btw, I don't know if you're aware, but I'm attempting to post the epilogue soon! I have the rough draft and the anniversary is coming up, so I'm hoping to have it edited to post on the ending's anniversary. it's a little over a week away, but also finals are descending AND its nano, so we'll see what happens. it WILL be out by the end of the year for certain though (and during october I went through and re-edited the whole thing for grammar and details--it's ridiculous how many its it's mistakes there were because i KNEW the difference. i'd just autopilot do one or the other and not catch it in my quick edits)

I keep pausing to do little claps and stim because. tobi!!! it's so so cruel we can't lay in bed kicking our feet together, i have missed you so so so much! what has been up with YOU? how has your life been? what's up with the blog migration--if you want to talk about it. also totally cool to simply accept it and move on. i just like talking to you and it's very nice to see you again :)

[dazedwiththe70s80s90s]

Billy Loomis and fem!reader as Kevin and Michelle from Dazed and Confused? I can't get over the thought of reader and Billy like these two love birds because I want a relationship like them!!

So I am requesting a Billy Loomis x fem!reader little Kevin and Michelle scenarios(their scenes in the movie!) I hope that makes sense! Thank you Dazed~

A/N:Ok! Now I see where you are coming from with this!! I love this idea because I love Pickford and Michelle so much! And Billy, too, of course~ and I love you more 😘 ❤️

Warning:mentions of smoking, and did not proof read.

Pairing:Billy Loomis x fem!reader

Genre:Fluff

You and Billy were confusing at first. Nobody knew what was going on with you two until one day when Stu walks in to Billy's room to find You and Billy sitting in one of his egg chairs(a/n:plz tell me you know what I'm talking about :,)) with Billy sitting on it and you behind him with both legs on either side of him. You were smoking a joint, and Stu was shocked. You leaned back into the cushion of the chair as Billy groans, leaning his head back. You giggle as Billy gets up and starts pushing his best friend out of his room.

That night, you two ended up sitting on Billy's window ledge area(thing(?)) And he listened to you play guitar.

You walk down the hallway with your pointer and middle fingers on Billy's belt loop on his jeans as you two walk down the hallway with Stu. "Why is he like that?" Billy turns his head to you as you smile and giggle a little at his comment towards the taller boy. "Oh, I'm here!" Stu announces his stop to his class while he puts his hand on top of yours that was waiting for his to so. You two have a habit of doing that since you and Billy started dating.

"Here's that paper." Billy holds a small piece of paper between his middle and pointer that Stu takes with a thankful smile on his face. "Bye guys!!" Stu waves, and you two wave to him as you continue your way to your class. When you guys get to your classroom, you sit in your normal spots in the back corner of the class so you two can talk and do your own thing.

Billy found a globe and started spinning that around while talking to you about what you two should do when lunch comes around. You, on the other hand, were drawing little doodles in the corner of Billy's paper, smiling at things he told you about Stu and something that happened while out with friends.

God, you loved your boyfriend. He was your world, and you would never trade him for anything better because nothing better exists.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Hope you enjoyed this!! I know this seemed like nothing much, and the characters don't have much dialogue, but I was really going by of these two acts, and they don't have a lot of dialouge in the movie so..yeah!! Love you guys, and please be good people!

Sincerely, Dazed

[raibebe]

All for Love

Genre: fluff Words: 2.761 prompt: 90s grunge boy Jeno x reader Warnings: mentions of smoking

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! The day where we all cry that our s/o is not Everlong Jeno... This is set a liiiittle into the future of where the main storyline currently is and includes some small hints and spoilers of what is going to happen in the long run, so have fun catching them!

Everlong Masterlist

“Shouldn’t you be with Jeno right now?” “He has to work,” you sighed, slumping over your books, crumpling the piece of paper you had been writing your notes on in the process. “But it’s Valentine’s Day,” Mimi argued, “He should have like picked you up from class to take you out on a date.” “But he just started his new job and didn’t want to already mess it up by saying no to his boss when he asked him to take the closing shift.” “That still seems fishy to me. Did he at least make you breakfast or something? Flowers? Love letters?” “No,” you groaned, “I was out of the door before he even woke up. I think he spent all night on his guitar again.” “I’m beginning to think that he isn’t the perfect boyfriend after all and just a normal man,” your friend shuddered overdramatically, making you giggle. “We’ll probably just get some food and have a night in when he comes home,” you shrugged. “That’s so lame though.” “You’re the one to talk, you don’t even have a date when you were boasting about asking out that teaching assistant of your creative writing class.” “Listen, it’s not my fault he didn’t show up to the last class,” Mimi hissed, throwing one of her colorful pens at you. “I’ll have a nice date with my favorite tub of ice cream tonight, thank you very much.” Giggling, you went back to your work. Or at least tried to because your thoughts were somewhere else. Of course you had daydreamed about what Jeno could be preparing for you ever since he had asked you to come home early from your weekly studying session with a sheepish smile on his face, absolutely refusing to tell you anything about what he had planned despite all your whining. But only a handful of days later, half of those dreams got shattered when he had broken the news to you that he had to take the closing shift at his new job.

“We’re not accomplishing anything here,” Mimi sighed after a while when all she had been doing was filling her page with little heart doodles and you hadn’t turned a page in your book in forever. “Let’s go home,” you concluded, collecting your books and notes off of the table as quietly as you could even if the library was very empty because of course most students were out on dates. “Call me if he hasn’t prepared anything nice,” your friend said when she hugged you goodbye at the bus station, “I’ll give him a piece of my mind.” “Shut up,” you simply smiled, waving her off. You were sure, you could spend a nice evening with Jeno anyways. There were probably some cheesy romance movies on TV or you could make a quick run to the video library to rent one, maybe even picking up some popcorn while you were at it. It honestly didn’t matter much what you’d end up doing as long as you were together, as cheesy as that sounded.

Boarding your own bus, you dug out the little mobile player Jeno had gifted you for your bus drives along with a multitude of little tapes for you to listen to. Smiling fondly at his scribbly handwriting on the tape, you put on the headphones to turn out the sounds of the bus to instead listen to the sweet melodies Jeno had chosen for this mix. Maybe he’d gift you another one today. The thought brought a smile to your face.

At home, there sadly was no Jeno to welcome you but Bongsik was already waiting by the door when you carefully pushed it open. Seemingly very happy to see you, she was purring loudly as she rubbed against your legs, covering your light-washed denim jeans in her white fur. “Hello, baby,” you smiled, kneeling down so you could pet the little kitten that had put on so much weight ever since Jeno had brought her in, soaked to the bone. “Jeno will be home soon,” you promised, getting up to put away your bag, the kitten hot on your heels, already demanding to be fed even though it was still another hour until her dinnertime. “Stop whining,” you giggled as you wrapped yourself up in a blanket on the living room sofa to use the time until Jeno would be home to read for a while. Bongsik soon took the spot by your feet, meowing a couple of more times before she realized it was in vain and took another cat-nap to wait until her favorite human would come home who would surely have mercy and feed her.

You had just gotten back into the cheesy love story of your book when the doorbell pulled you from the story rather violently, startling you and waking the napping kitten by your feet as her sleeping spot was jostled. Confused as to who would ring the door so late when Jaemin still had a key and you were sure Jeno’s had been missing from the bowl by the door, you sat frozen on the sofa, simply staring at the door. But a second ring made it clear that you hadn’t imagined the first one. “Coming!” You shouted, placing the photo strip of Jeno and you that you used as a bookmark back in your book before you extracted yourself from your blanket to rush to the entrance.

When you opened the door, you were not met with a person like you had expected but instead with a bouquet of pink roses, beautifully tied together with a deep red bow. “Wha-“ “Happy Valentine’s Day, bubblegum,” Jeno’s deep voice didn’t even let you finish your confused exclamation as he lowered the bouquet so you could take him in: His unruly dark hair was neatly styled away from his face and for once he wasn’t clad in a worn-out band shirt from the second-hand shop downtown but he was wearing a neat navy button-down, tucked into one of his many pairs of ripped jeans. “Jeno,” you gasped, completely taken by surprise. “Close your mouth if you don’t want to catch flies,” he chuckled softly, taking a step forward to close the distance between your bodies so he could press a sweet kiss to your heated cheek. “These need water,” he smiled, gently shaking the roses to pull you from your stupor. “Yes. Water. For the flowers,” you stuttered, finally taking the bouquet from his hands. “Are you okay, bubblegum?” “Peachy,” you croaked out, still unable to process how handsome your boyfriend looked in the simple outfit even though there maybe was a button too much unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up. “You look really good.” “Glad you like it,” Jeno smiled, gently nudging you inside so you’d finally move from where you stood frozen in the doorframe.

While Jeno cooed at and played with his kitten, you quickly repurposed a measuring cup into a vase for the beautiful bouquet, placing it on the dresser in your bedroom in hope that Bongsik wouldn’t knock it down from there. “Will you wear something pretty for me?” Jeno suddenly tore you from your thoughts as you admired the beautiful flowers. “Are we going somewhere?” “Of course,” he smiled, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed in front of his chest, “I wouldn’t have dressed up like this otherwise.” “It looks good on you,” you spoke softly. “Don’t try to trick me into dressing up more often, bubblegum. It’s not going to happen,” he laughed, shaking his head. “One can dream,” you sighed, “Do I get a hint on where we are going?” “Nope,” he teased, popping the sound of the ‘p’, his lips curling into a smile. “Just wear whatever you feel comfortable in.” “That’s not helping,” you whined but still opened your closet, feeling like you didn’t have any appropriate clothes despite how it seemed to burst at the seams.

“Jenooo,” you whined, pouting at him where he had sat down onto the bed to watch you struggle. “Please?” “You gotta be quick if we want to make it in time, the drive is a bit far,” was all that he told you, a wide grin on his lips. “Get out then.” “What?” “Get out so I can change,” you laughed, making little shooing motions. “I’ve seen it all anyway,” Jeno pouted. “And you’ll see it again but not now,” you teased, “Go have a smoke or something.” “Since when do you condone smoking?” “I don’t but it will get you off my butt so I can change in peace,” you explained, pulling him up from the bed and into your arms. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he smiled, catching your lips in a tender kiss that you easily melted into. “But be quick,” he whispered against your lips and it took every ounce of restraint in your body to not kiss him senseless right there and then before he quietly closed the door to your bedroom.

The next thing you heard was the creak of the living room window, indicating that Jeno indeed took your suggestion and went out for a smoke. Which left you alone with the problem at hand: Picking out an outfit for a date to an unknown location.

“I was about to file a miss- oh wow,” Jeno cut himself off when you finally walked back out of your bedroom after what had felt like ages to him. “Hi,” you smiled shyly beneath your boyfriend’s searing gaze as he took in your simple outfit. “You’re absolutely beautiful,” he smiled, getting up from the sofa to wind his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. “It’s nothing,” you felt your face heat up, avoiding his gaze and hiding your hands in the long sleeves of your pink knitted sweater. “Nonsense, you’re the prettiest,” he said with an aura of finality as he pressed a sweet kiss to your burning cheek. “Okay,” you smiled and wound your arms around his neck to play with the loose strands of hair that were curling at his nape. “We need to get going,” Jeno mumbled, gently swaying you from left to right. You simply hummed to indicate that you had heard his words, leaning against him to find comfort in his body, ignoring the stench of cigarettes clinging to his shirt to instead enjoy the low rumble of his chest as he hummed an unfamiliar tune.

“Come one,” he gently nudged you once the song was over, “We really gotta get going.” “I never thought I’d hear these words from you,” you giggled. “There’s a first for everything,” he shrugged, a smile on his face, “Go grab a jacket.”

“What’s all this?” you asked curiously when Jeno slipped into the driver's seat of his car, referencing all the stuff you could make out on the backseats, covered by the blankets Jeno usually kept in his trunk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Eyes forward,” he just laughed, turning the key in the ignition. “You’re so mean,” you whined as he pulled out onto the street, taking a route that lead out of the city. “Just enjoy,” Jeno smiled, turning the radio on a low volume before resting his hand on your thigh to gently squeeze the muscle.

“Are you sure we’re going in the right direction?” You asked after a while when the buildings got fewer and fewer until you finally left the city for good. “Absolutely sure,” he giggled, “Don’t worry your pretty head.” “Just tell me where we’re going and I’ll stop worrying, you meanie.” “You’ll see any second now.” That made you perk up, focusing your eyes back onto the road instead of on Jeno which was harder than it should have been ever since he had shugged on his favorite leather jacket on top of his button-down and honestly, this look should have been illegal.

After straining your eyes for what felt like multiple kilometers and you were about to whine again, a small blue sign came into view, a word painted onto it in big and bold red letters. “A drive-in cinema?” You exclaimed, excitedly turning to look at Jeno who couldn’t hide his smile anymore, his eyes curling into the crescents you adored so much. “See? I do listen when you talk through movie night,” he laughed and if he wasn’t driving you’d have leaped over the middle console to kiss him breathless. “Jeno Lee,” you sighed, grabbing his hand so you could press a kiss to each of his knuckles. “We aren't even there yet, bubblegum,” he smiled, gently squeezing your hand before he gripped the steering wheel again, slowing his car down to slowly follow the trail of cars onto a field where a huge screen was already prepared.

Jeno had barely put the car into park and shut off the engine when you threw yourself into his arms, repeatedly kissing his cheeks and every patch of skin on his face you could reach. “I love you,” you giggled when he finally had been able to bend his neck so far back that his face was out of reach. “And I love you, bubblegum,” he smiled back, gently tucking a strand of your hair back into place before he softly kissed your lips, “Now be nice before the poor guy over there thinks you’re committing acts of public indecency.” Feeling blood rush to your head, you quickly climbed back into your own seat, trying to cool off your heated face with your hands while a young boy handed Jeno the radio which would play the sound of the movie in exchange for the tickets he had already bought.

“Stop being embarrassed, stupid,” he laughed, adjusting his seat so it would go back as far as it could be before reaching behind onto the back seats to grab the blankets, revealing a picnic basket beneath. “You didn’t,” you gasped, watching him heave the heavy basket to the front. “Don’t panic, I have to give it back to my boss tomorrow,” he smiled lopsidedly before he opened the basket to reveal the insides: You could make out a box full of cute little sandwiches, some small pieces of cheese, grapes and an abundance of your favorite snacks. “When did you prepare all of this?” “It isn’t as busy as you’d think in the evening on Valentine’s Day,” Jeno just shrugged it off, grabbing the second blanket to reveal a small bottle of wine along with two glasses.

“I won’t get drunk if I have a little sip right at the beginning of the movie, the big bottle is in the fridge at home anyways,” he silenced your concerns as he handed you a glass to fill it liberally while he only poured a little for himself. You could only roll your eyes but clinked your glasses together nonetheless, taking a sip from the sweet wine. “I love you,” Jeno smiled, barely not grimacing at the taste of the wine. “Love you more,” you grinned back, fumbling to pull something from your pocket.

“Close your eyes,” you demanded, hiding your hand behind your back. “Bubblegum,” Jeno sighed, “There was no need to get me anything.” “Nonsense. Close them,” you waved him off. With another dramatic sigh, he finally complied and closed his eyes. “Hand,” you asked next, “Palm up.” Smiling brightly, you let the small object fall into Jeno’s open palm, watching with great joy, how Jeno’s face contorted with confusion, a cute sound falling from his lips before he opened his eyes to examine. “A pick?” “A pick,” you giggled, looking down at the small wooden object that Jeno turned in his hands to inspect it closer. “That’s our anniversary date,” he concluded after turning on the small light in the front of the car. “Turn it around.” “All for... All for love,” he read, his features melting into a fond expression, “Thank you, bubblegum.” “It’s not much. I just heard you singing the other night,” you tried to wave it off but were pleased that he had liked your small present, a warmth filling you from inside at seeing his happy expression.

“Come here,” Jeno called out softly, gently cupping your cheek to pull you close as he leaned over the middle console as well. “I love you so much,” he whispered against your lips before sealing them with a kiss that he poured all his emotions into, not caring in the slightest that the movie had begun playing on the big screen.

[wakatoshislovebot]

hanahaki

~megumi fushiguro x hanahaki!reader

~you fall for your best friend and get hanahaki

How did you end up here? With puffy red eyes and blood mixed with rose petals splattered all over the bathroom sink? You already disliked roses because you thought they were cliche…boy did you hate them now. Maybe it started when you found yourself carefully observing the way the rare sight of the ends of his mouth turned up when he smiled? Maybe it was when you noticed the butterflies you got when he hugged you though he’d done it hundreds of times before?

To put it simply, you fell in love with your best friend Megumi and contracted what you believed to be Hanahaki. Hanahaki is a disease where your lungs fill up with flower petals due to unrequited love. You just so happened to have both so it was likely you had Hanahaki.

You cleaned the bathroom and packed extra tissues, the petals have been getting larger and you’ve been coughing up more blood so you brought more than usual. You were running late in your usual school routine so you had to skip breakfast. The bell rang just as you walked into the classroom. You were completely shocked that you weren’t late. You took your seat next to Megumi and took out your notebook.

“You should sleep more you know then you wouldn’t be late,” he taunted knowing you’ve had issues sleeping lately.

“I would absolutely love to take that advice if I could,” you said back rolling your eyes.

Gojo had started the lecture so you began taking your notes. Megumi finished his notes and started doodling on the corner of your notebook. When he finished you turned the notebook to get a better look. It was a drawing of him carrying a passed out you in his arms with the words “What I’ll have to do after school” written above it.

You punched him in the arm “I’m not that sleep-deprived you idiot.”

A tall white-haired male came into your view with a playful smirk on his face, “Come on I know you two are in love and all but you have to give me some attention.”

The usual emotionless face returned to Megumi before he replied, “What are you on about now old man?”

“Oh nothing,” he said, walking away giving you a wink.

Then you felt something in your throat slowly making its way up. Before the urge to cough gets too severe you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

You ran to the toilet and began coughing. Your throat burns so much that it’s making your eyes water. You wipe away the tears that managed to escape. It has been a few months since you noticed the blood with small rose petals and you still haven’t figured out a way to tell Megumi. Sure you felt guilty that he didn’t know but what’s a good way to say ‘Hey I might die because I’m in love with you’?

After you flush the toilet you clean yourself up in the mirror. You put cold water on your eyelids to reduce the swelling and redness. You decided you looked alright and returned to class.

Everyone finished their notes so it was just free time. You avoided eye contact with Megumi because he would notice the tinge of red in your eyes. However, you couldn’t avoid it for long because Itadori came over to talk to you two. While discussing your favorite movie you met Megumi’s gaze. You noticed his expression change before turning back to Itadori. His eyes widened a bit, most would miss it but you knew he noticed. Lucky he wouldn’t ask you in front of Itadori, he might not even ask about it at all and wait for you to tell him.

Itadori had left to go talk with Nobara so you went to pester Megumi. He took on his usual annoyed expression as you did so. Even while irritated, this boy was so beautiful you couldn’t help but admire him. Why did you have to fall for him?

The lunch bell rang bringing you out of your trance. Nobara and Itadori wait for you and Megumi to grab your things before leaving the classroom.

Nobara jumps on your shoulders “Itadori and I are gonna head off campus to eat. Are you guys up for it?”

“Hmm the idea does sound intriguing but I wanted to eat in the courtyard today but don’t let me stop you three.”

“I think I’ll join Y/N, you two always end up causing a scene when we go out,” Megumi says bluntly.

“Your loss,” Itadori and Nobara say in unison as they leave us in the courtyard practically skipping.

You follow Megumi to a bench and you take out your lunch and start to eat. The two of you ate in silence, it was quite peaceful. You notice he’s staring at you with a pensive face.

“What’s on your mind Megs?”

“I hate that nickname you know.”

“Yeah yeah but you like when I say it, now what are you thinking?” you say with pride.

He sighs “I guess, nothing I was just wondering why you were crying earlier?”

Shit, he asked, thankfully you had an excuse. “Oh that, it was just my allergies making my eyes water no big deal,” you smiled.

He nodded his head and went back to eating. You couldn’t tell if he believed you but you were grateful he didn’t press you. There was another thing you adored about him, he was quiet but considerate and caring of your feelings.

While lost in thought that urge to cough came back, scratching at your throat. You turn your head and look around for a trashcan, there was one a few yards away. There was no way you could make it inside to the bathroom so you had to settle for the trashcan. You hold your mouth and quickly run to the trash can. You make it just in time and start coughing up blood and rose petals. You feel a hand move your hair out of your face.

You finally stop coughing but then the tears start pouring out. Not only from the pain but you were embarrassed and upset that Megumi saw you. You wiped your eyes and brought yourself to look at him. Your heart sunk, you’d never seen that look in his eye before. He looked terrified, it made your eyes water again.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for you to see this,” you say trying to laugh it off.

He brings his hand to your mouth, it’s trembling, and wipes off the bit of blood that remained on the corner of your lips. “What is this? Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing Megs and I’m fine promise,” you didn’t want to lie to him but you really didn’t want to tell him the truth either.

“Bullshit,” he says with a hint of anger in his tone “You just coughed up blood and flowers? Explain. Now.”

“Nothing gets past you huh? Fine give me a sec,” you let out a large sigh and begin to explain. “I think I have a disease called Hanahaki. It’s where your lungs fill up with blood and flowers if you fall in love and the person doesn’t love you back.”

He stares at you looking befuddled. “Ridiculous right? I know. I think the funniest part is that they’re rose petals, you know how much I love them,” you continued joking about this situation because you might break down if you don’t.

He grabs your hand and holds it between both of his, rubbing gently. “Who do you love?”

“I might die if I tell you that and I think you’ve been traumatized enough today.”

“Stop it. How do you know they don’t love you?”

“Why would they? I guess it doesn’t matter if you know I’ll probably die, either way, right?”

He looked hurt but you couldn’t tell at which part of your statement. “Because you’re Y/N, who couldn’t love you? And would you stop talking about you dying? I’m not letting you go that easy idiot.”

“I appreciate the flattery in my final moments Megs.” That statement earned you the biggest deadpan you’ve seen from your favorite stoic boy.

“If looks could kill damn,” he squeezes your hand to help you relax a bit. “It’s you, though I’m sure you know that with how hesitant I’m being,” you say in a whisper hoping he heard you.

He lets out a big sigh and starts chuckling, now it was your turn to blank. He finally says something, “Thank god, if it were someone else we may have had a problem.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I knew you were kind of clueless but I didn’t think I would have to spell it out for you, I love you too dumbass.”

Before you get a chance to make a snarky remark or say you didn’t believe him he leans in to kiss you. He kissed you with so much passion, you had to acknowledge that he had feelings for you. You felt a pressure release in your chest so you pulled away.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah much better I think it’s gone, I guess you do love me Gumi,”

“Now that one I won’t let you call even if we’re dating.”

“We’re dating now? I don’t recall you asking me out,”

“You almost died and I told you I loved you and you want me to formally ask you out?” You nod holding his hand.

“I don’t understand you,” he sighs, rubbing his neck. “Will you, Y/N, do me the honor of being my girlfriend.”

“But of course my dear Gumi.”

“Stop that or I’ll buy you roses.”

[karasimpno]

“Not me, not Yaku, YOU.” angst, kuroken love triangle

~

“I know. It sucks. I know.”

Yaku, despite all his outbursts of fatherly-scolding, is quite the paternal shoulder to lean on as well. He understands all too well the agony of pining over a friend that you’ve been suffering through, and it always feels good to talk it out with him. You may not be the closest to him out of all the other members of the Nekoma team, but he’s always been good to you.

Your second-best friend, Kenma, looks up from his game console, his brows slightly furrowed. “Wait, what?” he asks, picking up on pieces of your whispered conversation. You didn’t know he’d been listening. “Why haven’t I heard about this? Who’s playing you like that, Y/n?”

You take one look at him, and though you love your best friend dearly, something in your heart just snaps.

“Oh, I don’t know, Kenma. Just my really good platonic pal who has been such a good friend to me lately, who sends me pics of his outfits so I can help him decide what looks best, and buys me ice cream when I’m feeling sad. My super ‘just-a-friend-since-middle-school,’ who comes over for movie nights and tells me about his college plans, and jokes with my dad. The jerk who lets me borrow his umbrella when I forget one,” you see the clear realization rolling across his features as you continue to rattle off the ways Kuroo has had your heart in his grip for the past god-knows-how-many years. “The guy who throws balled-up doodles he’s made of me in class just to make me laugh and lets me be the only person he cries in front of. ALL while telling me how crazy he is about YOU.”

An entirely different kind of realization hits Kenma like a slap across the face, his eyes growing uncharacteristically large. You have half a mind to regret betraying Kuroo’s trust, and you know Kenma shouldn’t find out like this, but honestly, you just can’t take it anymore. You’re sick of cancelled plans and last-minute additions to your one-on-one hangouts. You’re sick of thinking maybe there’s something more, when the direction of Kuroo’s heart is so clearly set on your other best friend. 

“Y/n...” Yaku says softly. Kenma is speechless.

“Nevermind,” you mutter, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as you rise, embarrassed and angry. You almost miss the uncontrollable reddening of Kenma’s cheeks as you head for the door. 

“Y/n, wait!” Kenma calls after you, finally coming to his senses, but you’ve already made up your mind, and don’t look back as warm tears start to fall down your cheeks. 

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[glenncoco4]

Not Another Teen Movie

Mrs. Flanagan is rambling on about quadratic equations, at least he thinks she’s talking about. His full attention however is on something else…rather someone else, just as it has been every day since she first walked into the door mid-semester. Kensi.

He always made fun of love-sick teens in those movies, scribbling the name of the person that has their affection. More often than not, invisible to said person. Marty Deeks isn’t one to show off to gain the attention of others, but her attention…now that’s a different story.

Joining wood shop was something he never imagined himself doing and he most definitely never imagined joining JROTC but if it gave him just a little bit more time with her, he’d join the girl’s soccer team if the coach would let him.

He’s just about finished with his most recent doodle of Kensi’s name in his notebook and about to begin another, taking a longing glance towards the brunette whose hair is down today, when Mrs. Flanagan's voice is suddenly directed at him. “Martin, care to share with the class what has you so focused on that notebook of yours?”

He feels his heart start to race as every one of his classmates turns to look at him, a certain pair of mismatched chocolate orbs locking with his for a brief moment. A beautiful moment nonetheless. “No, I’m okay, thanks.”

“I think your classmates have a right to know why you think you should get to draw while the rest of them have to listen to me teach.”

“Really, Mrs. F, it’s okay.”

She starts walking towards him, his living nightmare. He feels the hole form in the pit of his stomach at the thought of his doodles being seen. Just as she makes it down his aisle the bell rings, he lets out a sigh of relief, sending the universe a quick thanks for having his back, and hurriedly grabs his things, moving as fast as he can towards the exit, and onto wood shop.

Woodshop…now this is where things can get dangerous, not in a physical sense but in the, ‘Oh my god, I’m sitting right across from the girl of my dreams, don’t make a fool of yourself, Marty, sense.’

There’s no doodling her name here, too obvious and well seeing as though they share a table, she’d more than likely see his pages of artwork.

As he finds his seat, the brunette finds hers, sending him a smile just as the bell rings. His heart melts just like it does every time she looks at him, it's all he can do not to stare at her and daydream for the rest of class.

45 minutes later he finds himself packing up to go. Trying to stay calm as his newly appointed partner grabs her things and walks up to his side of the table. “So about the project.”

“Did you wanna get together after school maybe?”

“Yo Marty, come on!” Derrick shouts from across the room, disrupting the pair’s conversation.

The blonde looks to his friend, sending him a death glare before turning back to the star defender with a sad smile. “Sorry, I can’t…surf practice. Coach Montoya makes us do 20 sand sprints if anyone’s late, I’d hate to see what she’d do if one of us doesn’t show up.”

“Yeah, okay. We can set up a time to work on our project tomorrow in class then. If you’re not busy Saturday night, wanna get together after my game?”

A smile spreads to his face as he does everything he can not to stumble over his words like a lovesick fool. “I’d like that.”

“Talk tomorrow then?”

“Let's go, Romeo.” Derrick yells, shaking his head as he watches the scene play out before him.

The surfer bites his bottom lip, stopping himself from letting anything come out of his mouth that would make him feel more embarrassed. “Tomorrow.”

She watches as the blonde runs over to his friends, scolding him as he laughs and playfully nudges him. Turning back towards her, he waves, his rosy cheeks and an embarrassed smile ever so present which makes her smile in return.

In their short little conversation, neither noticed the object laying on the table. “Hey, wait, you forgot your-“ She would’ve ran after him but the time on the clock catches her eye and just like Coach Montoya, Coach Carter doesn’t like tardiness. Quickly grabbing her partner’s forgotten notebook, the brunette makes her own hastily exit. She’ll just have to give it to him later.

“Oh, god. Where is it?’ He riffles through his backpack one last time, nervous panic setting in. This is not good. Not good at all. If it got into the wrong hands…bad, this is bad.

Derrick’s brow furrows as he watches his best friend freak out. “What’s wrong with you man?”

“Wrong? Noth-nothing’s wrong. Why would you think something’s wrong?”

“Well, you’re sweating…like a lot and you’re squirmy.”

“And?”

“And you only get that way when a certain someone is around.”

The blonde stops rifling through his bag briefly to send the other surfer a death glare. “Shut up.”

“Am I wrong though?”

“I just lost my notebook, that’s all. It had my Trig homework in it.”

“Where’s the last place you remember having it?” The curly-haired teen leans back against the lockers with a bemused smile on his face as his friend continues to dig through his bag yet again.

“I know I had it when I left class and then I went straight to wood shop.”

“Okay, did you take it out there?”

“I couldn’t…I mean, no.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah…”

“You don’t sound sure, dude.”

“I was kinda distracted.”

It suddenly hits Derrick why that was. “I bet you were, Romeo.”

“Shit.”

“What?”

“I did take it out so I could get my rash guard.” His fingers find the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“Then you probably left it on the table.”

“Not good.”

“Why, not good?”

“Well, it’s my Trig homework but there also might be something in there that I wouldn’t want a certain person seeing.”

“Oh, that was THE notebook.” The curly-haired surfer cringes for the unfortunate circumstance that his best friend finds himself in.

“Shit.” His head finds contact with his locker door. How could he be so careless? If she’s the one that picked up his binder it could be bad for him especially since they’re partnered up for the next 2 months.

“Sorry, dude.” Derrick shakes his head, giving his mate a comforting pat on the back before walking off to his next class.

Begrudgingly, Marty opens his locker, trying to think of what he’ll say if this gets out, there’s always changing his name and moving to Mexico. Shaking his head, he reaches for his Chemistry book when something catches eye. There, leaning right against his Art Portfolio is his missing notebook…THE notebook.

Quickly grabbing the now found object, the surfer opens it up and feels the heat rise to his cheeks seeing two Post-Its on the front page, one with his name doodled on it, the other…

555-0122

- Kensi

The smile that spreads to his face is so big it almost makes his face hurt, but it’s so worth it. Turning his head, he takes a chance, looking towards her locker, hoping to see her there and is captivated more than ever before as her eyes meet his and a knowing smile spreads to her face. He knew it before but is more sure than ever before now…his heart is hers forever.

[pepperonijem]

When He Sees Me || Peter Parker

MASTERLIST

Pairing:  Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: um peter might be a little ooc and that’s because i’m writing about my unfortunate crush but i basically just changed his name to peter parker any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental <3 

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door and I can’t close it? Catching feelings for your best friend is never easy.

A/N: This fic is sponsored in part by @bitchassbucky, @spiderrpcrker, @shurisneakers, @midnightsunfae, and @blackberrybucky who instead of shutting down my feelings, hyped me up to turn my crush and some of the things that we’ve done into a fic <3 this goes out to anyone who has ever started crushing on their best friend.

Oh God, please don’t walk this way, please don’t wa-

“Oh, hey Peter!” The crack in your voice betrayed your attempt at a casual greeting, despite your efforts to disguise it with a cough. “How’s it-- how’s it hanging?”

“You good?” Peter smiled at you but his eyebrow quirked upwards in concern. “I just wanted to make sure we’re still on for tonight?” His concern faded into a wide grin as you nodded in response. Peter gave you a quick goodbye before walking away towards his next class.

As soon as you saw him turn into the classroom, you turned to face your closed locker, letting out a groan before setting your forehead against it. Peter had asked if you were good, and although you nodded, the butterflies in your stomach threatened to give you away. You were very much not good.

A tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned to see your friend MJ. “What did Peter do this time?” MJ asked. For the last month, every interaction with Peter -- there have been a lot -- ended this way: a groan of defeat and a few welted lines on your forehead from holding your head against your locker. You turned to give MJ a dirty look, annoyed by the amused smirk on her face.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed, finally lifting your head up to talk to her. You opened your locker as you talked, not wanting to make eye contact with MJ as you confessed your feelings. “He just… smiled… and everything went downhill from there.” You rolled your eyes as MJ laughed. “It’s getting worse, I have no idea how I’m going to get through tonight.”

MJ laid a hand on your shoulder. “Well we’ll all be there,” she offered. “And if it makes you feel better, no one’s even noticed. Just act normal and you’ll be fine.” She shrugged her shoulders as if that was the easiest thing to do. But you couldn’t act normal anymore, not with Peter. Not when normal means resting your head against his shoulder every time he makes you laugh. Not when normal means borrowing his clothes when his aunt May tells you to stay the night every time a study session runs too long. Not when normal means wearing the extra sweater he keeps for you because you always forget yours.

Normal was when you didn’t feel butterflies everytime he looked at you, before your curious heart got the better of you and you began to wonder what it might be like to hold his hand. Now, things were just weird. At least for you. Nothing on the surface had changed, no one noticed how your heart rate picked up every time Peter touched you, or how you suddenly felt hot whenever he winked at you. But inside your heart was navigating uncharted territory in your friendship, trying to traipse along the thin line that separated how things have always been and how you suddenly wish things could be.

Pulling your textbook out of your locker, you shut the locker door a just a little bit more aggressively than necessary. MJ gave you a small hug before linking her arm through yours as you walked to your next class.

For the rest of the day, you found it impossible to focus on anything. Instead of taking down notes on George Orwell in English, you found yourself absentmindedly doodling hearts. Everything just reminded you of Peter and your own confusing feelings. Thankfully, you didn’t share any classes with him today, leaving you enough solitude to think about just why you were so frustrated with yourself.

Logically, you knew there was nothing wrong with having a crush on someone. You’ve had plenty of crushes before, a few of which reflected a temporary lapse in judgement on your part. You remember telling Peter about each of them, gushing about the most basic acts of human decency as he rolled his eyes and told you that you deserve someone better, but nevertheless helping you pick up the pieces every time someone broke your heart. That, you realized, was what scared you the most.

If you were to date, and then break up… well who would be there with kind words and your favorite boba when everything fell apart? The thought of losing your best friend over emotions, feelings, left far too much to chance. Was the idea of holding his hand, of hearing him call you his enough to make you risk the friendship that has always been enough for you? It should be enough for you, you reminded yourself. There was too much on the line and not enough guarantee for you to risk it.

With that determination in mind, you steeled yourself for the rest of the day, determined to put your feelings to rest and go back to normal.

Unfortunately, that plan quickly fell through.

You got to the restaurant a half hour late with only a really good nap to blame. You felt bad that your friends were waiting for you, but when you got there, you found an empty spot next to Peter, where your usual order of ramen was waiting and against your will, the butterflies flew rampant. The noodle that hit Peter’s nose as he ate while waving you over made you laugh as you sat down beside him.

“I got you your usual,” Peter explained in between bites. You smiled and thanked him before digging in. Peter had done this for you many times, and you willed your body to fight against the flutter of your heart.

Thankfully, the rest of your dinner was going well, and everyone had plenty of stories to tell. MJ had begun doing more portraits of people in distress and revealed her latest piece -- a portrait of Peter slurping up a noodle only to get a rogue drop of soup in his eye. Ned and Betty were off again, but of course they tried to keep it civil (they were on again by the end of the night) so no one would have to pick sides. Flash teased Peter about the B that he made on his literature exam yesterday over poetry and Peter’s face turned beet red.

“Hey,” Peter began, attempting to defend himself. “I totally could’ve made a perfect score. I was just distracted.” He shrunk down in his seat a little bit, and the rest of you laughed teasingly.

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Flash continued. “You’ve been drawing little hearts all over your notes, dude, it’s unsettling.” He rolled his eyes and took another bite of his food, swirling his fork around the bowl trying to grab as much noodle as possible.

Across the table, you and MJ made eye contact, a look of surprise between the both of you. You tried to signal her to say something before a weird silence fell on the table, but she was not reading your cues. Thankfully, Peter spoke again.

“H-hearts?” He repeated. “Why would I be drawing hearts on my notes?” Although he tried to play it off, the rise in pitch gave him away. He scrunched his face in exaggeration.

“Actually,” Betty began. “Now that I think about it, you were doing that in Spanish class too.” You glanced over at Peter who looked at you with panic in his eyes. You took a long sip of water, suddenly feeling a layer of sweat form at the back of your neck. “Wonder what that’s about.” She shrugged and turned to Ned asking if he wanted to split a slice of cheesecake with her.

Before Peter had a chance to try to defend himself once again, the waitress appeared. “Are you all ready for the check?” she asked.

“Yeah, but we’re splitting the check,” Flash replied. Betty rolled her eyes in response. “What? Just because I’m rich does not mean I have to share the wealth.”

The waitress nodded in response. As she was leaving Peter called her back. “Oh wait,” he called. “I’ll also be paying for this order,” he gestured to your bowl. She smiled at him and headed for the counter.

“Peter,” you smiled. “I have money, I can pay for myself.” Although Peter usually had to order for you, he didn’t usually pay for you, unless it was a special occasion.

“I know, I just wanted to be nice,” he responded, giving your shoulder a playful nudge. “Plus, you seem like you’ve had a rough week. Every time I see you, you seem to be lost in thought. What’s been on your mind?” The sentence came out casually, but the furrow in his brows revealed how concerned he actually has been. Peter was nothing if not observant, like he could sense things better than most people.

You let out a sigh, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to lie to Peter, but you also didn’t want to tell him the truth, that you were thinking about him-- well, your feelings for him. Just when it seemed like he had backed you into a corner, however, the waitress had returned with the checks, and the question left unanswered.

After dinner, the six of you went to Flash’s house to watch a movie. He had a home theater and early access to new movies and he loved to remind everyone of that. Not that any of you minded, especially if it got you free popcorn and a movie out of it. Every week, a different person got to select the movie and today, unfortunately, was MJ’s turn.

You loved her, of course, but you absolutely detested her taste in movies. Mostly because she was a horror junkie, and you were absolutely not. Her last few turns however had been spent making sure you all had seen all of the Shrek movies. But today, she picked a horror film. Something about demons and the like. Peter and Betty cheered at her selection as Flash groaned. You settled into the couch in the back of the room and grabbed a blanket. Ned and Betty sat together on a smaller loveseat, and MJ sat on the floor in front of Flash’s seat, the perfect spot to be able to scare him with a single touch on his leg.

Peter sat down beside you, handing you a tub of popcorn and a soda. He pulled the blanket over his own lap as he sat criss-cross on the couch. You tried not to pay attention to how his leg was brushing against yours under the blanket, instead focusing on the screen as the room went dark.

The movie had just started, but you could already feel yourself tense up in expectation.The music was coming to a crescendo and you knew something was already going to happen. You didn’t realize just how tightly your fists had balled together in your lap till you jumped at the sound of Peter’s soft voice at the shell of your ear. “Are you okay?” He asked.

He tried to hold in a chuckle as you almost bounced the tub of popcorn off your lap. He grabbed it from you and set it to the side. “Look,” he pointed to the screen where the creature’s head had just rotated a full circle as it crawled up the wall in pursuit of the main character. “That thing kinda looks like the spider from that kid’s tv show, but not as creepy.” You let out a laugh, a little louder than you meant, and Ned turned to tell you to shut up.

The small joke was enough to dissipate the anxiety you felt towards the movie, but unfortunately only heightened your feelings about Peter. But he noticed how your fists unclenched and how your shoulders relaxed once you laughed, so he continued to tell you whispered jokes for the rest of the movie. Each time he noticed your body tensing, he tried his best to make you laugh, and god, how could you stop yourself from those butterflies anymore?

At the height of the movie, you found yourself with your hands over your ears, and eyes squeezed shut, unable to even look at the screen or hear a joke. When Peter realized a joke wouldn’t be enough, he slid closer to you and pulled you into his side and you buried your face into the crook of his neck. Before you had a chance to think about the spicy notes of his cologne or the softness of his skin, the sound of a high pitched scream in the movie caused you to jump with a gasp. In response, Peter wrapped his arms around you tight, with a gentle shush.

It was only after the music began to die down that you opened your eyes again, only to find Peter’s eyes fixed on the screen. Now that the worst was over, you no longer had an excuse to be in his embrace the way you were. You began to wiggle your way out of his arms, attracting his attention.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

“Peter I’m a big kid,” you smiled, teasing. “You don’t have to hold me like a baby.” Peter let out a soft laugh before relaxing his hold on you just a bit.

“Okay,” he relented. “I’ll just hold you like this then.” He began to shift so that your head was on his shoulder, and one of his arms looped under yours, intertwining your fingers. The smile on his face was calm as if this was something the two of you did all the time, but his racing heartbeat reminded you this was something new.

The two of you remained that way for the rest of the movie. By the time the soft music began to play in the credits, you could hear light snoring from everyone else in the room. However, you and Peter made absolutely no efforts to untangle yourselves from each other. It was as if you were worried that once the lights came back on, you would never find yourself like this again, and what a sad idea that was. Normal, would never be enough for you again, not when you know now how much better life could be like this.

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline from the jump scares, or the sureness of his hand in yours, like it’s always belonged there, that gave you the courage to finally break the silence.

“Peter,” you breathed out, lifting your head from his shoulder, but not letting go of his hand.

He turned to you, with a look of concern, afraid of what you might say.

“Kiss me.” The words came out so softly and so quickly that you weren’t sure if you said it at all.

“Finally,” he whispered as his lips fell against yours, softly and slowly. He pulled away after what felt like hours and yet not nearly enough time. His hands reached up to cup your face. “I like you,” he admitted. “So much.”

Suddenly, you felt it. You felt exactly what it must feel like to fly, to let yourself go without worrying about gravity or anything else. The risks were still there, the numbers hadn’t changed, but you knew that no matter what happened next, just having the chance to fly would always be enough.