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messers-moony · 3 years ago

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Chaser at Heart | J.P

Paring: James Potter X Fem!Reader

Summary: Without realizing it James Potter has always been a Chaser regardless of his Quidditch position.

Everybody wondered where James Potter got his snitch that he played with. Rumors had been created, but only James and Y/n knew the real truth. The most common story was that James and his Marauders nicked it from a supply closet. The honest question was, why did James play with a snitch when he was a Chaser?

Y/n knew. James - even as a boy - had brilliant reflexes. They met in a field that was near both their houses. James went to the field to sit by the lake or even swim in the lake. Y/n climbed the trees and read books on the safety of the wooden bark. But one day, she wasn’t as lucky. Y/n fell from the branch she was sitting on, and James chased after her to catch her.

Brilliant reflexes James had. At eight years old, he caught her and ran fast enough to do so. Y/n was waiting for impact, but she never felt it. Instead, two arms had been wrapped around her. One under her knees and one around her back. Instantly she was met with hazel eyes.

They were beautiful. A gorgeous mix of green and brown. But it wasn’t mixed like paint - no - it was mixed like old and vinegar, separated but together. His hair was shaggy and a mess. It was a beautiful chocolate brown color to match the brown in his eyes. The grass could resemble the green in his eyes. Peonies represented the pink in his cheeks.

The boy smiled, and Y/n smiled sheepishly back, “Afternoon.”

“Afternoon, sir.”

“Sir?” James repeated teasingly, “Do I look thirty?”

Y/n laughed, “Sorry. Force of habit.”

James set her on her own two feet, “Pureblood then too?”

“How did you know I was a witch?”

“Your scarf.”

She looked down to see the gold and maroon-colored scarf, “Oh. In that case, yes, I am a pureblood. You?”

“Me too.” James stated proudly, “Family of Gryffindors.”

“Me as well.”

James took her hand and kissed the back of it, “James Potter, at your service.”

Y/n blushed at his action, “Y/n L/n, at your service.”

From that point, Y/n and James became close friends. They’d switch between going to the lake or climbing trees. Thankfully their families knew each other, so becoming friends only brought them closer. In fact, Euphemia was so grateful to have Y/n’s mother closer now that their children were friends. Fleamont was delighted to be closer with Y/n’s father.

Fleamont Potter delved in Potion making while his wife Euphemia worked at St. Mungo’s, helping wizards and witches all around London. Y/n’s father worked with magical creatures, and her mother worked with Euphemia. James and Y/n got extraordinarily lucky. They were together almost every day.

Meeting at the age of eight gave them three years of being friends before going to Hogwarts. They were close by the age of eleven - really close. They stood side by side as they got on the Hogwarts Express and shared a compartment. James and Y/n talked animatedly until a knock at the container startled them.

“Um- Hello, everywhere else is full. May I sit?”

The boy had sandy hair and green eyes. Scars littered his body as far as the eye could see. He was rather tall for an eleven-year-old too, but he seemed nice enough. His voice had a thick welsh accent. It made his language a bit incoherent, but James and Y/n knew what he was trying to say. Nevertheless, James put on a bright smile.

“Of course!”

He gave a nervous smile looking at Y/n, “Come on. We don’t bite. Although James gets pretty loud.” Y/n smiled.

The boy sat hesitantly beside Y/n, “I’m Remus, Remus Lupin.”

“Brilliant to meet you, Remus; I’m James Potter.”

“And I’m Y/n L/n.”

Another hour went by with James and Y/n starting to get to know Remus. They learned that he was a half-blood and that he thoroughly enjoyed books. Y/n and Remus bonded over that while James was listening aimlessly, just enjoying the sound of Y/n’s voice. But another knock interrupted the conversation. This time a more confident boy showed up.

He was about the same height as James. He had dark brunet hair - darker than James’ - and blue-grey eyes. His smile was almost perfectly white and straight. His face structure was defined and chiseled. A cocky smiled grazed his features.

“‘Ello!” He exclaimed, “I was wondering if I could sit here. I just got kicked out of every other compartment.”

Remus and Y/n shrugged; they looked at James, “Sure.” James replied, patting the seat beside him, “Come sit, uh….”

“Sirius, Sirius Black.” Sirius finished sitting beside James as both purebloods dropped their jaws.

“Black? As in the Noble House of Black?” Y/n questioned, and Sirius nodded, “Indeed.”

James stuck out his hand, “James Potter.” Sirius shook his hand.

“Y/n L/n.”

“You two are purebloods too. Gryffindor purebloods.” Sirius commented, “Yep!” They replied simultaneously.

Sirius eyed the nervous-looking boy, “And you?”

“Rem- Remus Lupin.”

The entire rest of the trip - seven hours - was spent talking—no more interruptions. Y/n, Remus, James, and Sirius all got to know each other. The four of them stayed together through everything until the sorting. They all stood near each other while Professor McGonagall began to call names. James was practically shaking in his boots. Y/n grasped his hand tightly.

“You’ll be okay.” Y/n whispered, and James squeezed her hand thankfully, “Thanks, you too.”

Multiple names were called in alphabetical order of last name until finally B’s were beginning to get called, “Sirius Black!”

Y/n kissed his cheek, making Sirius blush profusely, “You’ll be fine.”

Sirius nodded as he pushed his way through the crowd of first years. Anybody in the wizarding world knew about the Noble House of Black. They were one of the most respected pureblood families. Most known for their line of Slytherins. Sirius Black sat on the stool and waited patiently as the hat spoke in his ear. His cousins watching eagerly from the Slytherin table.

Silence cut through the crowd until, “GRYFFINDOR!”

The Great Hall was as quiet as a mouse. A Black in Gryffindor? The rival house to Slytherin, that was a no-go. James and Y/n exchanged nervous glances that said everything that needed to be - Sirius Black was going to be in big trouble. More names got called. Remus began to rock on his heels nervously.

“Remus Lupin!”

Again, the process repeated itself. Remus took his seat on the stool, and the hat was placed upon his head, making its commented in the boy's ear. Remus’ hands wouldn’t stop moving, and it was making Y/n want to throw up.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

The Gryffindor table yelled and cheered. Sirius Black upon them as a blissful smile placed itself upon Remus’ features. He stepped off the stood giving James and Y/n a grateful smile before sitting beside Sirius at the Gryffindor table. A red and gold tie was placed around his shoulders. His green eyes crinkled due to the cheerful smile on his lips.

Attendance seemed to be going slower - or so that’s how it felt - because of how close they were approached the P’s. James’ grip on Y/n’s hand began to get tighter, and his hand began to feel clammy. Y/n didn’t mind.

“James Potter!”

“Oh, Merlin…” James muttered before squeezing Y/n’s hand one more time.

Before stepping on the stool, he looked back at Y/n, who gave him a reassuring smile. James Potter sat upon the seat, and once again, the hat was placed above his hair. Within seconds the hat seemed to have made its decision.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Y/n screamed loudly for him along with the Gryffindor table. James’ hazel eyes met her e/c ones, and he winked. The boy took his spot across from Sirius and watched eagerly at his best friend waiting to be sorted. Sirius snapped his fingers in James' face to get his attention.

“How’d you meet?” Sirius inquired, “Mm?”

“How did you meet her?”

“Oh, she fell out of a tree, and I caught her.” James replied distantly, still looking at his best friend left alone in the smaller crowd.

“She’s nice.”

James nodded at Remus’ comment, “Definitely. She’s brilliant.”

Finally, they got to her last name. James was on his tipping point, and Sirius smiled reassuringly - like she had when he began to sit on the stood, “She’ll be fine. You know that.”

“I do, but still.”

Y/n couldn’t fathom her excitement yet nervousness. She was a walking contradiction. Carefully, not to step on her robes while her legs felt like jelly, she moved through the relatively small crowd. Only about ten kids remained now. Y/n sat on the stool and made direct eye contact with James, who threw her the most reassuring look possible.

“Curious, very curious.” The hat spoke in her ear, “Loyal, hardworking yet courageous and stupidly brave.”

Y/n almost snickered, “What a brilliant Hufflepuff you’d make.”

“Please, Gryffindor. Please, Gryffindor.”

“Gryffindor? Are you sure?” The hat queried, “Please.” Y/n begged.

If the sorting hat could’ve shrugged, he would’ve, “If that’s what you think.”

“GRYFFINDOR!”

James stumbled from the Gryffindor table as Y/n got off the stool with the same smile Remus had. The blissful, relaxed, and cheery smile. On his way out from the table, he almost fell, but he chased his way to her until Y/n was wrapped in his arms. Y/n placed her nose in the crook of his neck while James’ face was buried in her hair. They pulled away, and James led her to sit beside him.

“Told you she’d be fine.” Sirius remarked, “I worry.” James retorted with a smile.

Y/n fiend offense, “You were worried! Where’d you think I’d go? Slytherin?”

“Absolutely not!” James exclaimed, “Jus’ didn’t want to be separated from you.”

She nudged his shoulder with hers, “You aren’t getting rid of me.”

“Neither are you two.” Y/n pointed at the boys across from her, “Welcome to our group of four.”

“We’ve gotta come up with a better name for that.” Remus replied as the other three nodded, “Definitely.”

The boys and the girls had different dormitories. Y/n shared her dorm with three other girls named Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, and Lily Evans. Meanwhile, James, Remus, Sirius shared a dorm where they met a new boy with blond hair and blue eyes named Peter Pettigrew, who quickly was added to their group of four, which was now five.

James and Y/n shared almost every class aside from History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Instead, Y/n had History of Magic with Remus and Lily. At the same time sharing Defense Against the Dark Arts with Remus as well. She also became quick friends with her roommate, Marlene, through Quidditch. Y/n always admired James while he practiced being Chaser, while Y/n was his fake Keeper.

Throughout first year the new additions to their original duo learned how mischievous these two were. Y/n had an intelligent mind with practically foolproof plans, and James had the resources to make those plans work. Sirius was quick to join their prank-making wonders while Remus tended to stick with Y/n in making plans. Peter joined whenever he could.

Soon enough, the group was known as the pranksters around Hogwarts. Surprisingly enough, they were proud of their newfound title. They were all sitting in the boys' dorms. James, Y/n, and Sirius were talking about Quidditch. Peter was practicing the new incantation that Professor Flitwick had taught them, and Remus was reading. When out of nowhere, Remus exclaimed.

“I got it!”

“Got what, mate?” James questioned as the chatter stopped, and they all looked at the sandy-haired male, “Our group name!”

Y/n perked up, “Whatcha got, Remmy?”

“The Marauders!”

“Marauders?” Sirius repeated, confused, “What does that mean?”

Remus sighed, and Y/n giggled, “Marauders is another word for raiders, you idiot.”

“I like it.” Sirius commented, “I do too!” Peter interject.

The three looked at the original duo; Y/n shrugged, “Good call, Rem.”

“How about it, James?”

“I think it’s excellent! The Marauders it is!”

Henceforth, their legacy grew and were now known as the five Marauders. They were all known for something. James, good at getting resources. Sirius, good at persuading. Peter, the most logical. Remus, the brains of every mission. Finally, Y/n, the most reckless. Y/n is the one who’d go in first always; she was also the one with the most detentions.

In the second year, Y/n became more intuitive, observant, and curious about Remus. She noticed in the first year a pattern of when he’d get sick or his mother's sudden illness once a month. She was no stranger to these creatures as her father had worked with them for years. So before the first full moon of the new term, Y/n pulled Remus aside.

“You said you wanted to speak with me?” Remus inquired, and Y/n nodded, “I know.”

“Know about what?”

“I know.”

Remus rocked on his heels, “O- Oh….”

“Don’t worry, nobody else knows. Although they may have or will find out.” Y/n assured, but Remus still looked nervous, “Remus.”

She placed her hands on his taller shoulders, “You aren’t a monster. I’ve seen werewolves before.”

“You- You have?”

“My father works with magical creatures.” Y/n answered, “Werewolves are included.”

“Personally, I think they’re beautiful.” She stated, and tears grew in Remus’ eyes, “You do?”

“Of course, I do.” Y/n smiled, and Remus pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you.”

“Anytime and if you need anything. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you.”

Eventually, Sirius found out next, which quite honestly baffled Remus. Then James and then finally Peter, who was definitely the most oblivious of the Marauders. But to Remus’ astonishment, they were all accepting. They loved Remus as much as his mom, which - in reality - was quite a lot. Every night after full moons, he’d find all four of them sitting beside him.

James would bring games to play for when he felt up for it. Peter got his books and set them on the table beside him. Sirius brought sweets and his stupidly funny jokes. Y/n held his hand and comforted him the best he could. Honestly, Y/n gave the best head scratches, and he definitely took advantage of it.

Second-year was also the time for new Quidditch players to join the team. James and Sirius were about to try out but were undeniably nervous. The morning of, neither of them ate, too worried to think about eating, scared of throwing it up later on the pitch.

“You both are tossers.” Y/n suddenly stated, “You’ll both make the team, and then we’ll celebrate it later, yeah?”

They nodded, “Good. Now get yourselves outta this funk. It’s annoying.”

It was unavoidable. They didn’t just get out of their funk until they got on the pitch. Before James and Y/n separated - her to the seats and him to the pitch - he took ahold of her hand. Squeezing it tightly with his eyes closed. His broom in his other hand that was trembling slightly. Y/n took her hand from his and placed her hands on his cheeks.

“You’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Promise promise?” James asked, “Promise promise.” Y/n confirmed.

She let go of his face and began to run off to catch up with Remus, “Good luck!”

“Thanks.” James murmured to himself, “I’ll need it.”

Without a doubt, James was the best Chaser the Gryffindor had ever seen. Sirius was one hell of a beater too. Marlene even tried out for the new Beater position too. Four parts needed to be filled due to seventh-years leaving. Two Beaters, one Chaser, and one Keeper. Y/n and Remus were crossing their fingers that they all got the positions they wanted.

The following week the results were posted. James, Sirius, and Marlene made the team! Y/n would never forget the gleeful smile that passed its way onto James’ face or the way Sirius laughed. She’d never seen them so happy before. Remus and her stood feet away from their little party, his arm thrown around her shoulders.

“It’s nice to see them this way.”

“It is.”

Remus teasingly nudged her hip, “Seems like James has always been a Chaser.”

“What's that suppose to mean?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the lycanthrope, “You’ll see it eventually.”

Y/n didn’t pry. It wasn’t worth it, especially when it’s with Remus. Remus was the ultimate secret keeper and cynical. He said things that made you think but would never tell you what they mean. Eventually, more years passed and they were in the summer going into their seventh year.

James invited Y/n to stay the summer at the Potter manor, and she did. It was possibly one of the best summers he’s ever had with her being so close. Mrs. Potter seemed to know what Remus was talking about when she threw looks at her husband when the two best friends were together. But it was one evening that they were all watching a movie when someone came through the Floo Network.

They jumped up from the couch to see a roughed-up Sirius Black, “Sirius!”

James was frozen along with his two parents, but Y/n wasn’t. She was haste to get Sirius up from the floor to help him stand. He had a nasty cut below his right eye and what seemed to be more all across his body which his mother could only do. But instantly, Y/n had been ordering James around while Sirius laid on his back on the couch.

Thankfully, Y/n knew what to do and Euphemia, but she was frozen, still watching her son's best friend take care of their other best friend. James set everything she needed beside her as she began to work quickly. James sat next to her in case she needed anything else. Y/n tore off his shirt and lifted his pants to right over the edge of his boxers.

“James, hold his hand.” Y/n ordered, and he did it, “I’m so sorry, Sirius, but this’ll sting.”

And it did. Sirius groaned and constantly hissed as Y/n helped his wounds, the muggle way. Euphemia stared in shock, no longer frozen, but it was evident that Y/n had complete control over the situation and needed no extra help. Within an hour, Sirius was brand new. Y/n had carefully used potions and other bandages to help.

“What happened, Sirius?”

He chuckled bitterly, “My mother.”

“No shit.” James retorted, “Why?”

“I’ve been burned off the tapestry. I’m not aloud back because I denied them.”

“Denied them?” Y/n inquired.

“Of you know what.”

“Oh…” Y/n whispered.

“Yeah, oh.” Sirius chuckled again - venom lacing.

Euphemia exchanged looks with her husband, “You’re welcome to stay here.”

“No, I couldn’t ask that of you guys.” Sirius denied hesitantly, and Fleamont shrugged, “Where else are you going to go?”

Sirius stayed silent, “We don’t mind, Sirius. You’ve stayed here before. Euphemia loves having you around just as much as I do.”

“You may not be our son biologically.” Euphemia began as she knelt in front of Sirius, “But you’ll always be our son.”

A single tear fell from Sirius’ eye, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, dear.”

James and Y/n exchanged looks of pure glee, but Euphemia caught their eye, “No mischief, you two.”

They sighed, “Fine.”

The duo pulled Sirius up from the couch and led him to his new bedroom. Euphemia watched Y/n and James work in perfect symphony as if they were a made team from the start. Fleamont pulled his wife to his side, watching them both as well. How perfectly his son worked with her. How amazingly gentle he was with her.

“He may not know it yet, but he loves her.” Euphemia broke the silence, “Reminds me of us.”

Fleamont quirked an eyebrow, “How so?”

“You always had this dopey grin on your face. The same one James has when Y/n’s around. It’s been that way since they met. When he first mentioned her name, he had that grin. He’s chased her all these years.”

“Perhaps our son has always been a Chaser at heart.” Fleamont commented, “Perhaps.”

It wasn’t until the first Quidditch match he realized. When he was chasing Y/n around to try and hug her after the game they had won against Ravenclaw. Y/n prohibited hugs after Quidditch matches. Yet here James was chasing her around the pitch with her a screaming mess.

Lily, Marlene, and Remus were laughing loudly at him, “Y/n! Y/n come on!”

“Absolutely not!” Y/n yelled while running, “I told you no hugs after matches.”

She spoke too soon because while she was talking, she had slowed down without noticing. Leaving James to wrap his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck while she leaned back into him.

“See! You love my hugs.” James exclaimed, “Whatever.” Y/n retorted.

Remus chuckled at them from afar, “They’re definitely in love.”

“How hasn’t she seen it yet?” Lily chuckled, “Oh, he’s been chasing her for years. Since before Hogwarts.” Remus replied.

“Chaser at heart that one,” Sirius stated putting his arm around the lycanthrope.

James realized it then and there. With her in his arms. He was sweaty and full of joy. She was wholly melted into his embrace. His arms around her neck and her arms on top of his biceps. James realized there was nowhere else he’d rather be than with her at this moment. So he pulled her around, facing her.

“Y/n.”

“James.”

Without a second thought, he pulled her in and kissed her. His arms were moving down to her waist and hers around his shoulders. He was so gentle and soft with her. As if she was the finest China he’d ever owned. Godric James was so soft and so sweet. Y/n’s hands went through his sweaty hair.

The whistles and cheers are what pulled them apart, “Finally!”

“It’s about time you realized!” Remus exclaimed happily, “He’s been chasing you for years!”

Y/n smiled at him, and James put his arm around her shoulder, “My chaser.”

“I’ll always chase you, love.”

Years later, that snitch James always played with would be the same one McGonagall had taken from him one day in the seventh year. It was the same snitch that Harry had almost swallowed in his first year. The same snitch that Dumbledore returned to Harry in his seventh year.

The snitch? It was given to James from Y/n when they were nine. It was an honorary friendship gift. The snitch wasn’t stolen. The snitch wasn’t nicked. The snitch was a gift to a chaser who never stopped chasing till the very end.

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therealvalkyrie · 4 years ago

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Painter’s Hands and Guatemalan Coffee: Part 4

the ackerman influence

Pairing/setting: Levi Ackerman x Female!Reader, modern!college!AU

Summary: When you catch your idiot boyfriend cheating, your grumpy roommate is there to pick up the pieces and watch your back as you toe a carefully drawn line in the metaphorical sand.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: consumption of alcohol and weed products, intoxication, swearing, pretty dang fluffy

AN: SURPRISE BITCHES it’s out tonight!! An infinite thank you belongs to my beloved @ghostlightprincess for her keen eye for editing and swoon-worthy compliments and encouragements. Seriously, this chapter is dedicated entirely to her. I hope y’all enjoy!! I hope y’all appreciate the love I gave Sasha this chapter because........reasons. Pleease feel free to come scream/squeal/chat in my DMs or askbox! In love with you all<3 ~valkyrie

(read part 3 here)

“Here, thisun ‘sblue!” Hange slurs as she passes you yet another shot glass with Greek letters etched on the side.

“Mmm, I like blue,” you giggle, then clink your shot with hers before you both tip your heads back to pour the liquor down your throats. It tastes inexplicably like turquoise, and you laugh loudly over the thumping dance music in approval.

The poor freshman charged with staffing the drinks table eyes the pair of you skeptically. “Maybe you two should slow down, you seem like you’ve had enough—”

You round on him, offense written across your face. He’s definitely right, but you aren’t exactly gonna let some pimply, snot-nosed teen tell you how to drink. “Woah, Nelly, this ain’t cocktail hour, this is fuckin’ Greek row an’ I won’t have your judgment,” you waggle a finger in his general direction for emphasis, “harsh my vibe.”

“You tell ‘em, girlfriend,” Hange approves vaguely, hanging off your shoulder.

The freshman holds his hands up in defeat, amused. “No judgment.”

You nod once.

“C’mon, Han, let’s see if we can find the snacks.”

“Pleeeeeeease…”

You turn away from the drinks table to do just that, angling towards where you remember the kitchen to be — honestly, this frat is huge — and set off through the crowd. Hange trails after you, fingers tangled with yours like they have been all night, yammering on about something you can’t be bothered to follow.

“‘Scuse us, comin’ through, on a mission!” You push past jostling bodies until you reach the far wall and lean against it for the last leg of your epic journey to the fluorescent lights of the kitchen.

Someone calls your name and you look up through squinted eyes to see Sasha leaned up against the counter by the fridge, bowl of chips in her arms and dab pen tucked behind her ear. She’s dressed casually, sweatpants and DIY cropped t-shirt contrasting your jeans and flashy top.

“Sasha! My love! My dearest, sweetest darling!” You stretch your arms wide towards her, Hange jolting forward where you’re connected. “We come in search of snacks.”

Sasha laughs and lazily deposits her bowl on the counter, stepping forward to stabilize you both with a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve come to the right place, my friends.”

She steers you both to sit at the island, wedging you between the only other two people in the kitchen. You vaguely recognize them as soccer players on the university team: a shaggy-haired brunette and a tall blonde. Sasha passes you her dab pen before ambling over to the pantry. You take a hit, then pass it to Hange, who’s looking much better now that she’s sitting down.

“Sash, these your friends?” the blonde asks, peering down at you through red-rimmed hazel eyes. You pluck the pen out of Hange’s limp grasp and offer it to him in greeting, along with a drunk smile. He takes it and grins back.

“Yep,” Sasha confirms with half her body still stuck into the pantry. “It’s the mad scientist one and the architect.”

“Almost architect,” you correct. “Not official until I have my degree! Although, I will agree, Han’s a mad scientist.” You poke her in the side and she swats you away with an eye roll.

“Oh,” the brunette soccer player pipes up from Hange’s other side, now looking at you curiously as well. He’s also high, startling green eyes hooded and posture relaxed. “So you’re Braun’s ex.”

You hide your shudder of distaste by turning back to take a drag off the pen. “Please don’t tell me that’s all I’m known for,” you sigh out with a cloud of smoke.

“Eren, don’t be an ass.” Sasha finally returns with a box of chocolate pretzels and a bag of hot Cheetos. “Pick your poison, hot stuff,” she offers each in turn. You ponder for a second, then reach for the Cheetos. “That’s Eren—” she points to the brunette, who raises a lazy hand “—and that’s Jean—” the blonde reaches for the pretzels. Sasha makes an offended noise and cradles them to her chest.

You introduce both yourself and Hange while Sasha plays defense against Jean’s long reach.

“Sorry,” Eren apologizes to you, leaning over Hange to grab some Cheetos. “I heard what he did to you. Really shitty.” His tone is casual, but the way he’s practically pinning you in place with his eyes makes you twitch.

“Puh-lease,” Hange pulls out the word, long and sarcastic. “‘Twas more than shitty, what that douche did. I’d’ve wrung him out to dry, but she didn’t—”

You cut her off with a sharp poke to her side. “Drop it, Han, I don’t wanna think about it.”

“But— ooh!” She’s sufficiently distracted when you shove your food in front of her face.

“Sorry,” Eren apologizes again.

“S’okay,” you sigh and take another drag, then hold the pen out to him in a peace offering. He smiles slowly and takes it.

“You guys staying over? There’s plenty of room in the basement, and friends of Sasha’s are always welcome.” It’s Jean who offers, returning to his seat beside you with a singular pretzel for his trouble.

“Hmm, might be nice,” Hange muses, but you’re already shaking your head.

“Thank you, but my roommate’d probably have a conniption if I wasn’t home in the morning.”

Hange actually snorts at this, then starts coughing violently because of the hot Cheeto dust suddenly up her nose. You pat her back in mild concern.

“What, they got a stick up their ass or something?” Eren asks.

“Or something. Levi’s just protective.”

“Levi?” Eren’s eyes are suddenly wide, almost fearful. “Levi Ackerman?”

“Yeah.” Your tone edges on defensive. “Why?”

He takes a hit and shrugs before answering. “He’s just my foster sister’s cousin. Interesting family.”

“Oh, you mean Mikasa?” You didn’t know exactly how they were related, but she’d helped Levi move in and it had struck you how eerily similar they were in disposition.

“Yeah, Mikasa. She’s around here somewhere…” As though by magic, he turns to look over his shoulder just as Mikasa and another blonde boy you don’t recognize mosey in from the hallway. She’s leaning down to catch his soft words and he’s talking with his hands, stalling as his eyes light on the little group in the kitchen.

“Oh, hey guys,” he greets.

“Armiiiin,” Eren greets with a genuine smile. “Come meet some new friends.”

The pair rounds the kitchen island, Armin allowing Eren to pull him in by the arm and Mikasa going to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Sasha.

“I know you,” Hange pipes up, tilting her head to observe Armin. “You’re in the sophomore biochem class I TA for. Arlert, right?”

Armin ducks his head in a nod. “Yep. Professor LaBelle is a wonder, I had a great time this semester.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Hange’s grin is almost slipping to the dangerous side of intrigued. “I graded your final paper, by the way, and just between us, you set the grade curve.”

He blushes red but his eyes shine with something akin to satisfaction. “Really? That’s a relief, it was a bear to write.”

Eren leans back behind Hange to gesture to you, looking across the kitchen at his foster sister. “Mikasa, this is—”

“—Levi’s roommate,” they say at the same time.

“I know.” Her dark eyes regard you interestedly. “Hi, again,” she greets, saying your name even though she’s maybe heard it once in her life.

“Hi!” You give a small wave.

“What, uh, what,” Jean clears his throat and you look up at him to catch a blush staining across his cheeks and nose. He’s looking at Mikasa. “What’re you guys up to in the basement?”

“We were just going to start a movie, Connie’s setting up the projector,” Mikasa says, eyes flicking from you to Eren. “Wanted to see if you guys wanted to join.”

Jean stands suddenly, his stool rocking from the force of it. “Y-yeah, we’ll join!” Sasha hides a snicker behind her hand.

Eren stands, too, between Armin and Hange, who are still chatting. He looks down at you and says your name like a question. “You coming?”

You find yourself shaking your head again. “I’m so crossed, I think if I even look at a couch I’ll fall asleep. And I, uh,” you yawn, slipping your phone out of a back pocket to check the time. 12:11 AM. “I should be getting home.”

It’s earlier than when you would normally call it quits, but suddenly all you can think about is going home and falling into Levi’s clean, soft-smelling sheets. Plus, it’s the Saturday preceding finals week and tonight was only meant to blow off steam between intense days of studying.

“You stayin’?” You bump Hange with your shoulder, and she looks around at you with wide eyes as though she forgot you were there.

“Hmm?”

“You stayin’ for the movie?”

“We’re watching It: Chapter Two,” Armin supplies, eyes crinkled in excitement.

Hange’s eyes grow impossibly wider behind her glasses and she grabs your elbow a little too hard. “You wouldn’t mind, right? I’ve been meaning to watch it.”

You smile and shake your head. “Wouldn’t mind at all. You stay, I’ll call an Uber.”

The whole group starts migrating in the lazy way drunk and high people do: Mikasa helps Sasha with the snacks; Eren and Jean grab canned drinks from the fridge; Armin and Hange gravitate towards the door, talking fast with words you’ve never heard before. You stay sitting at the island, tapping away at your phone to order a car.

When you stand to find the front door, your high hits you from behind like a fuckin’ baseball bat and you sway dangerously. You whistle through your teeth, low and soft, planting a hand on the counter. Sasha looks over at you in concern, her arms full.

“You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, I just… what is in that dab pen?”

She laughs, head tilting back. “Good shit, right? Got that one new last week.”

“For real…” you trail off, getting your bearings.

“Here,” Mikasa starts, piling even more food into Sasha’s arms, “I’ll walk you out. Levi would skin me if he knew I didn’t make sure your driver’s not an ax murderer.”

Normally, you’d protest, but the room really is starting to spin.

“Okay,” you sigh and allow her to hook your arm through hers. She’s surprisingly solid, and you find yourself leaning heavily into her. “How’re you still sober?”

“I don’t drink or smoke,” she answers, gently pushing past Armin standing in the doorway. “Doesn’t affect me, anyway, so it’d just be a waste of money.”

“Huh,” you grunt, then twist to wave to the group. “Night, everyone.”

A replying chorus of “goodnight” chases you and Mikasa through the dark foyer littered with drunken party-goers.

“Oh, wait,” she pauses with a hand on the doorknob. “Did you bring a jacket?”

“Oh,” you wrinkle your nose and think back to getting ready in the afternoon. It had been unseasonably warm and your coat didn’t match your outfit. “No, I didn’t bring one.”

Mikasa gives you an odd look and deposits you by the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Your body feels light as you lean back, tucking your hands into your armpits so they don’t float away. Your eye catches on movement in the dark shadows by the staircase and you squint, trying to see who’s there. It takes a second, but you eventually make out a pair of people, well… making out. They’re completely absorbed in each other, bodies impossibly close and you giggle quietly to yourself before your stomach rolls. No, don’t think about… too late.

You shut your eyes tight and turn away from the couple to lean sideways against the wall. The image is too similar, too gut-punchingly familiar.

“Didn’t mean what? Didn’t mean to stick your tongue down my best friend’s throat? Didn’t mean to practically fuck your best friend’s girlfriend in public?”

The biting words and stuttered apologies are still rolling around in your head when Mikasa comes back, thick puffer coat in hand. She hands it to you and you mutter a subdued “thanks,” twitching to dislodge the dull pain that’s settled in your ribs.

“It’s Eren’s, but he won’t mind. He doesn’t wear this one a lot, and you can just give it back next time we see you.”

“Right,” you nod, head moving a little too easily as you slip your arms in and fumble with the zipper. The faux fur around the hood tickles your face as Mikasa flips it up over your head. She’s clearly experienced in the art of taking care of intoxicated people.

Outside, you’re grateful you bundled up because the temperature has dropped significantly since the afternoon. Chilly December wind bites at your face and you bury your hands in coat pockets to save them from the same fate. Your fingers brush against something cold and metallic, and before you know it you’re pulling out a fistful of crumby objects: a super plus tampon, the packaging split down the side; two “for her pleasure” condoms; and, inexplicably, a Hot Wheels matchbox car. An ugly snort escapes your nose and Mikasa looks over at you in alarm. You raise up your fist and she chuckles through her nose as well. Squinting in the dim light of a flickering streetlamp, you find the expiration date on the condoms to be several months ago, so you lean over to a convenient trash can and toss both them and the tampon. The matchbox car returns to the pocket. Who knows, maybe Eren’ll miss it if it’s gone.

Mikasa doesn’t look affected by the cold, only winding her red scarf more securely around her neck as you both quietly wait on the sidewalk for your Uber. A quick glance at the app tells you that it’s three minutes away.

“Are you and Levi close?” You find yourself asking into the night sounds of Greek Row on a Saturday night.

You almost think she doesn’t hear you over the sound of a group spilling out of a neighboring sorority, but then she answers.

“Not particularly. We didn’t grow up together and only connected because of Uncle Kenny a couple years ago.” Her tone is light and casual as she talks about her family, as though you should know who Uncle Kenny is. Should I know who Uncle Kenny is?

“Oh,” is all you can think to say.

“We may not be close,” she starts again, eyeing you closely, “but I think we’re very similar. And I can tell he cares a lot about you.”

“Oh. Right.” Your palms are suddenly sweaty in your pockets.

“He may not show it,” her tone is careful, “But he does.”

You smile faintly and kick your boot against the curb. “He does show it, in his own way. He’s been really good to me.” Somehow, it’s easy to talk about this to Mikasa, even when you get all stuttery and weird having an identical conversation with Hange. Maybe it’s the drugs and alcohol, or maybe it’s because there’s not a hint of judgment in Mikasa’s eyes. Either way, it feels good to speak your feelings into the world.

“Good.” She nods and follows your gaze to where you’re still scuffing the curb. “Some unsolicited advice for you: if you ever want anything besides mutual pining to come out of it, you need to be really obvious. Or make the first move outright.”

This makes you stutter and wring your hands, she just puts it so bluntly. “R-right, the first move…. Oh, I think that’s my car.”

“What’s the license plate number we’re looking for?”

You read it out from the app while Mikasa steps to the back of the blue sedan that just pulled up. She nods, confirming it’s the same, then circles to the driver’s side window, which is cracked open.

“Hi,” you greet the driver, a blonde woman in her late twenties, and confirm her name matches the one in the app before sliding into the back seat. Mikasa leans down to murmur something to her and she nods, glancing back at you in the rearview mirror.

“G’night, Mikasa,” you call out the window. “Thanks for everything. And tell Eren thanks for the jacket.”

She waves as the car pulls away. You settle into the quiet hum of the car and let your mind wander.

Mutual pining. Make the first move outright….

—

“Mikasa texted me,” Levi says by way of greeting as you stumble out of the car and thank your driver. He’s leaning on a lamp post outside your apartment building when your Uber pulls up, jacket and boots pulled on over flannel pajamas.

“Levi, stand ominously on the sidewalk often?” you ask, dragging out his name long and sing-song.

“Only for you, kid.” He loops an arm around your waist and steers you towards the entryway

“Not a kid,” you grumble, masking the stutter of your heart at his usual pet name for you. Somewhere in the last couple of weeks, it’s gained a weightier significance, at least to you. It’s endearing and a little distancing and charged all at once and it makes your head spin as you climb the stairs up to your floor.

At your door, Levi unlocks it while you drift slowly in a circle next to him, trying to expend the sudden nervous energy you’ve gained in his presence.

The first move, first move, first move… Mutual pining. Mutual.

“What are you muttering about?”

You hadn’t realized you were thinking out loud.

“Nothing,” you say quickly and pass through the door he’s holding open for you. Your momentum carries you farther than you mean to go, and he catches you by the elbow, reeling you back to the coat rack by the door.

“Whose jacket is that?” He shrugs off his own and eyes the faux fur around your face skeptically.

You fumble with the zipper for a second before he sighs and reaches for it himself, stepping into your space. His face is so close to yours you can feel his breath ghosting over your collarbone as he unzips the jacket.

“Eren’s,” you finally answer. “Look.” You pull the matchbox car out of its pocket and show it to Levi with a wide grin. He stares at it for a second, then the tiniest smile twitches onto his lips.

“He’s a weird kid.” It’s almost fond, with an undertone of exasperation.

“You know him?”

“Yeah, he’s in the art department, too. Graphic design major, marketing minor. I TAed his freshman seminar last year.” Levi slips the coat off your shoulders as he speaks, then hangs it by the loop next to his.

“Ah, that makes sense,” you muse, wandering farther into the apartment. “He looked terrified when I mentioned you. What’d you do to those poor freshmen?”

“Nothing they didn’t deserve.”

“...ominous,” you hiss, your eyes wide as you let him gently push you into your room. The nervous energy hasn’t quite been expended, and you find your hands wringing with it. Suddenly, you’re rambling about your night as he sits you down on your bed among the laundry that’s taken residence there in its disuse. The stupid song they played at the first frat; Sasha’s excellent food; the blue mystery shot.

“It tasted like turquoise, I swear, Levi! It was like magic!” Your eyes are wide, insistent as you lean forward into his space.

“How does something taste like turquoise?” He ducks his head to avoid your face, fingers untying the knotted laces of your boots.

“You’re the artist, you tell me.”

“I don’t eat my paint.”

“Not even once? Not gonna lie, your paint looks very tasty, sometimes…”

“Are you always this annoying when you’re high?” He tugs the second boot off your foot as you let yourself fall back onto your bed.

“Come on, you love me,” you crow to the ceiling. Mutual pining.

Levi mutters something under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing. Where do you keep your pajamas?” He stands and looks around your room.

“Middle drawer, left side,” you direct, lazily motioning to your dresser with an arm. Your eyes flutter shut as you listen to Levi pick his way across the floor and slide the drawer open.

Normally, you can get yourself in bed after a night out just fine. Normally, you slip into the apartment making as little noise as possible, and fall into bed without Levi even waking up. But it feels nice to have his steady hands on you when it feels like your organs might start floating apart at any second. It’s anchoring and reassuring and you can feel the safety of being near him lulling you into a doze.

Come on, you love me.

You shoot up to sitting, mind whirling and chest tight. “L-Levi?”

“What.”

“D-do…” Do you love me? “Do you think I’m pretty?” It feels petty in your mouth and you immediately regret the words, but it would be worse to try and take them back, so you just bite your lip and look down at the floor.

A hand plops onto the top of your head. Levi’s gray eyes meet yours, soft with something you can’t describe, when he tilts your head up. He’s quiet for a moment, then reaches his other hand to thumb your bottom lip out from between your teeth.

“I think you’re very pretty.”

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jiracheer · 4 years ago

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salutations and greetings, 🍊 nonny here! i saw your request were open and in the spirit of spooky season 👉🏼👈🏼 may i request some fall date headcannons- haunted houses, cliche horror movie nights, pumpkin patch dates, or cold night cuddles for Kuroo, Tsuki, or the Miya twins? (but the horror movie could lead to lewdness if so desired, i am 18 turning 19 in November :) )

these ideas have been stuck in my head and it’s a need & a want 😭 obviously you can ignore if not too specific, or if you have too much already waiting to be wrote! Thank you anyway!! ❤️✨

✨ a/n: Hey babe 🥺!! Sorry this took me so long!!! I AM GRR AT MYSELF!!! I had so many ideas and i kept writing n rewriting. Unfortunately I only wrote for Tsukki and Osamu, I hope that’s okay!!

✨ warnings :: creampie, unprotected sex / nsfw under the cut

🎃 TSUKISHIMA KEI

- As soon as the leaves turned an array of oranges, yellows, and reds, and the air grew to be a bit more bitter, you had suggested the idea of going to one of the local farms out of Miyagi to go pumpkin picking to Tsukishima one evening.

- A week went by and one morning you were woken up by Tsukki. He shook your shoulders gently to get you awake, and when your eyes fluttered open and you looked at your boyfriend with such an intense expression of confusion, he really couldn’t help but laugh at your expression and the small line of drool that formed at the corner of your mouth.

- He told you to get ready and to dress appropriately for the weather outside, and you still were confused, but you just shrugged it off as you assumed he was taking you out for breakfast.

- Once you were ready you two bid your bearded lizard farewell, simply watching as it licked its eye, and you just took it as him saying goodbye as well, and you two were off.

- You sat in the front seat with his hand held in yours. You had the habit of running your fingers over his knuckles, and every so often you would kiss the back of his hand. It always made him look over at you with flushed cheeks, still not used to all the affection you gave him, but he would always squeeze your hand to let you know that he loves it and you.

- “Where are we going?”

- “You’ll see.”

- His answer was so cryptic you couldn’t help but nervous laugh

- “You’re not gonna like, kill me. Right?”

- Silence

- “RIGHT?”

- You’re silently freaking out and eventually he starts laughing. You let go of his hand to punch his arm, yelling at him for scaring you, and you go back to holding his hand.

- You do end up falling asleep at some point since you were still pretty tired. Tsukki’s eyes would flick over to you every so often, smiling softly as it was now his turn to kiss the back of your hand and let his lips linger on your skin for a moment.

- You wake up before you arrive and you’re like a kid at a candy store when you see where you are; the pumpkin patch.

- The second your feet meet the ground, you’re already going feral. You’re holding onto his arm as you two walk with other people towards the tractor that would give you a hay ride out to the patch, and you’re practically shaking with excitement.. And from the cold.

- Tsukki holds you close to his side with his hands rubbing your arms, pressing tender kisses to your temple every so often, but you don’t seem to notice as you seem to hyperfocus on the farm.

- “Tsukki...”

- “Mhm?”

- “I wanna live on a farm :(”

- He snorts at your words and you lean against him, letting your head fall on his shoulder as you look up at him with puppy eyes. “I’m not joking!! Do you know how much fun it would be if we lived on a farm?”

- The blond rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but think about it. A farm, huh...? He could already hear the rooster crow at the crack of dawn, and see a cow or two simply lazing around at the pasture.

- He could picture you sitting on the porch with a warm cup of coffee, an open spot besides you for him to join you, and then out of nowhere.

- He sees a child.

- His face turns a bright red and he clears his throat, waving away his thoughts. Okay Tsukki, calm down-

- “Come on Kei!” You’re already taking his hand and leading him off the tractor, dragging him around the uneven patch.

- You both look at a multitude of pumpkins. You pick up a few and admire them, and you seem to take an interest in the white pumpkins, and he likes to enjoy the more classic orange ones.

- There’s a small white pumpkin that catches your eye and as you go to pick it up, you turn to show Tsukishima and your foot gets caught on a vine.

- You screech as you stumble forward and the pumpkin falls, breaking apart as soon as it hits the ground.

- “...”

- You two ran so far away from that spot and went to check out another part of the patch.

- Eventually, you two settle with a big phat orange pumpkin that’s a bit deformed. Tsukki called it ugly, but you said, and I quote, “He is very gorgeous to me.”

- You decide to name him Eugene and you decide he knows how to do his taxes, unlike Bokuto, and Tsukki laughs.

- The two of you reach the main log house at the entrance and you enter, enjoying the warm air as you get drinks and a few snacks, and you two find yourself back outside.

- “You know..” Tsukishima looks down at his drink, almost too nervous to meet your eyes. He shuffles in his seat and sits closer to you, taking your open hand in his as his knees bump into yours.

- Tilting your head, you urge him to continue as you bite into your apple fritter.

- He rubs your ring finger and you almost choke. Your eyes widen and your heart begins to beat rapidly. Oh my God... Was he going to propose to you? You feel yourself begin to sweat as he slowly pulls back, hand going into his pocket-

- “Eugene is an ugly ass name.”

- “I cannot stand you sometimes.”

👻 MIYA OSAMU

- Osamu decided that on October 31ST that the both of you would be watching scary movies, whether you liked it or not.

- You never really took him to be the kind of guy to like horror movies. You assumed he was more into films like Fantastic Mr. Fox, etc.

- He really does like Fantastic Mr. Fox tho.

- When you arrive to his place you greet him happily and with snacks, opening a black bag to reveal candies and baked sweets you had taken the time to make that day.

- Osamu was so happy to see the treats. He gave you a small smile and thanked you with a kiss to your forehead. You blushed at the affection and eventually pulled him to his room to get started on watching the movies.

- You two built a pillow fort and made sure to be careful with his TV, once y’all were settled in you put in the first movie and get started.

- Osamu laid against his headboard with his hair brushing against the blanket above, legs stretched out and an arm around your waist. You laid your head on his chest with one leg thrown over his and resting in between his legs.

- Every so often you’d jump because of a jump scare, or even scream and hide your face, and Osamu would laugh softly at your reactions and rub your back with a kiss to the top of your head.

- You two would talk about what you’d do if you were in a horror movie, which was a poor choice, because Osamu was roasting your ass.

- “I would NOT die 20 minutes into the movie!!!”

- “Y/N.... You push ‘pull’ doors.”

- “.... OKAY BUT-“

- You pause the movie real quick to take an online quiz and as it turns out, you would die and Osamu would survive.

- “Okay Shaggy kin, you win this time.”

- “As I always do, Scooby Doo kin.”

- “STOP.”

- You’re a bit mad when the movie starts again, and you bitterly lay there as Osamu tries to hide his amusement at your pouting.

- He calls your name softly and you look up at him, brows furrowed and lip out. He chuckles and leans down to catch your lips in a kiss, and you feel like you’re walking on clouds.

- As the kiss progresses, you feel yourself losing yourself in it and you shift so that you’re sitting on his thigh now.

- His tongue is in your mouth and you can taste all the sweets he just had, and you moan is the next thing to be consumed as he holds the back of your head.

- You grind your hips against his thigh, starting to pant when your clit brushes against his flexing thigh. Pulling away you gasp, holding onto his shoulders as he peppers kisses down your jaw and neck.

- Osamu puts his hands on your ass, pulling at them to get you closer and to eventually put you on his lap.

- It seems like time flashed right before your eyes because suddenly you’re naked and bouncing on Osamu’a dick.

- Moans come out of your mouth as Osamu hides his face in your neck, leaving you love bites as you work yourself on him. You’re lightly scratching at his back, closing your eyes as you feel his fat cock brush against your cervix

- “That’s it, bunny. Shit- That’s it, babygirl.”

- He brings your left breast into his mouth, the other was slowly being teased with his fingernail tracing a circle around your nipple.

- You whine and beg for him to continue touching you, and thankfully, he does.

- He works at your breasts until finally he shifts so that he can gently pin you down below him, bringing your legs and hooking them over his arms, you arch your back as he hits places he’s never hit before.

- “Yes Osamu... R-Righ there- Oh. Oh right there please-“

- You’re almost driven to tears as he picks up the pace, pounding into you as you cry out his name as your orgasm comes crashing in.

- Osamu’s cold steely gaze comes to rest at where the two of you are connected, and he lets out a guttural moan at the sign of a white ring around his dick.

- With a few final and sloppy strokes, the grey-fading-to-black cook pushes himself forward to cum into you. He grunts as he buries his face into your neck once again, whispering how much he adores you as you cling to him.

- You both lay there up until a bloodcurdling scream comes from the TV, making you both jump and nearly break his dick with you abruptly sitting up.

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hobisbeech · 5 years ago

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Imagine Yoongi:

*ignore the fact that he has black hair lol*

➸ He’s the mysterious guy you always see at the park.

➸ You notice he has blonde hair and very pale skin.. just like milk?!!!??

➸ He ends up noticing you too. 👀

➸ Only you have no idea he does

➸ He enjoys observing you. But not in a creepy way… ew.

➸ Yoongi likes how you scrunch up your nose when you’re smelling the park flower beds.

➸ Definitely how you can literally stumble on air.

➸ You’re a very thicc girl (:

➸ He smiles and gets flustered 😫 when he sees you wearing short shorts and crop tops.

➸ Yoongi finds himself thinking about when you get hot from the sun and you’re cheeks and nose turn a crimson red. He thinks you’re the cutest that way.

➸ But

➸ One day while you were taking a stroll 🚶‍♀️ at the park. You see him again, but this time he’s with a group of guys. Possibly friends?

➸ You happen to hear someone call him, “Yoongi hyung.”

➸ And the mysterious blonde turns and catches your gaze. 👀

➸ You shriek and your eyes 👀 bulge out. Your hands begin to get clammy and you think that’s your cue to skedaddle.

➸ “Oh my god! I really hope he didn’t catch me looking at him,” you scowl at yourself.

➸ Yoongi doesn’t try to follow you.

➸ “Hyung, that was her right? The girl you’ve been obsessing over. She is such a ba-“

➸ Yoongi quickly wraps his hand around his younger friend, Jungkook’s throat, stopping him from saying anything else.

➸ “Don’t even try to finish that. I will end you.” He scowls, tightening his grip and pushing him back.

➸ Jungkook fell back onto the grass, with a pout on his lips he begins massaging his neck.

➸” I wasn’t even saying anything bad Yoongi hyung,” he grumbled furrowing his eyebrows.

➸ “You better stay quiet before you make him angry,” another male named Taehyung, piped up running a hand through his shaggy hair.

➸ Yoongi growled, exhaling air between his teeth as he eyed both his friends.

➸ Yoongi held you to his highest standards. You ARE his world 🌎 after all.

➸ Meanwhile, you were gushing over finally knowing his name. (: hsydgwhjs

➸ Yoongi yoongi YoOongiii<3

➸ His much wiser friend Namjoon, places his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders.

➸ “I think you should try talking to her soon. Instead, of just hiding in the shadows. At least, now that she knows your name.”

➸ “What do you mean she knows my name?” Yoongi tilts his head towards Namjoon, raising his eyebrows in confusion.

➸ “What I mean is she turned our way when she heard Jungkook call for you,” Namjoon squeezed him, “and you saw how flustered she got when you both caught eyes.” He smirked.

➸ Yoongi smiled at the memory, “I don’t think I should. I wouldn’t even know what to say.” His hard demeanor fell.

➸ “I think the next time you see her at the park. You should go up to her and introduce yourself and just say that you’ve seen her around the park, you know? Cute shit.” Namjoon added, smiling showing off his dimples.

➸ Yoongi ran the words through his mind, “cute shit,” he murmured to himself.

➸ Yoongi’s exterior was far from cute but he would try for you.

➸ You on the other hand stopped showing up at the park.

➸ You were very embarrassed at the way you had reacted. Plus college and work were getting out of control.

➸ You had to pick up some extra shifts at the convenience store that was located at the corner of the street you live on.

➸ It had been 2 weeks. 2 LooOoOooong weeks.

➸ “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Where could she be?! Maybe something happened to her!” Yoongi was panicking.

➸ He hadn’t seen you since The incident at the park. He kept trying to convince himself that maybe you had gotten busy.

➸ He didn’t even know where you lived, he cursed at himself. He should have followed you that evening to see where you stayed by.

➸ It has been a couple of hours since he had last eaten. And if he was going to find you he needed to make sure his energy was up.

➸ He walked to the convenience store that was on the street that he lived on.

➸ He opened the door and stepped inside greeting the cashier as he walked to the aisle where the ramen and chips would be.

➸ He failed to notice you on your knees tagging the prices on the items on the shelf.

➸ You tilted your head up when you noticed a shadow behind you, and caught a glimpse of his skin.

➸ It couldn’t be, you thought.

➸ You got anxious and you stumbled with your grip on the price gun. It falls at his feet.

➸ You apologize, “I’m so terribly sorry, sir. I’m very clumsy.”

➸ Before you could reach to pick up the gun, he stops you.

➸ “It’s okay miss.” He picks it up and hands it to you.

➸ As you reach for it you stumble to get up from your position and you both look at each other.

➸ His eyes 👀 blow up, “Oh my god ! It’s you.”

➸ You smirked and shy away, “do you know me?” You ask him.

➸ Of course he knew who you were.

➸ “I believe we go to the same park,” he immediately answers you.

➸ He feels himself turning red. He scowls himself, aish she makes me nervous and all were doing is talking.

➸ “Oh yeah! It’s a beautiful park. I love going there to relax and enjoy Mother Nature,” you respond to him.

➸ “Same here. I’m Min Yoongi,” he says as he places his hand towards you to shake.

➸ “I kinda already know your name. I hope that’s not weird. I’m L/n Y/n,” you return the hand shake.

➸ He laughs at your honesty and nods. “It’s great to finally meet you y/n. Maybe we can go to the park together one of these days.” He mentions playing with his hands subconsciously.

➸ “I would really like that,” you smile back at him.

➸” Would it be okay to get your number?” He asks, this time not keeping eye contact with you.

➸ 👉🏻 👈🏻

➸ You scream on the inside. Oh my god he’s asking for my number, yes!

➸ Your smile twinkled with the sun shining through. “Of course you can.”

➸ Yoongi looked at you and smiled showing off his blushed cheeks. He reached for his phone from his back pocket and handed it to you.

➸ You saved your number and took a selca to save for your contact picture.

➸ “I’m gonna call myself so I can have your number too.”

➸ Once your phone rang he grabbed it and opened up your camera to take a cute picture of himself. He reminded himself, cute shit Yoongi.

➸ With that he grabbed his ramen and choice of chips and headed to the cashier, “I’ll text you later,” he said as he stepped out of the front door 🚪, sending a wink 😉 your way.

➸ Your heart ❤️ fluttered.

➸ Your co worker up front kept sending you finger hearts 💕 for the rest of the shift as he had witnessed the conversation you had with the stranger.

➸ Later that evening~

➸ Yoongi had gone to Namjoon’s apartment where he was greeted by the rest of the gang.

➸ He had a smile plastered on his face and his cheeks and ears were still slightly pink.

➸ “Someone looks like they’re in a good mood,” Jungkook informed the group.

➸ Yoongi unfazed, plopped himself on the couch. “What’s gotten into you hyung?” Taehyung asked him as he dropped himself next to him.

➸ Yoongi smiled with heart eyes and said, “y/n.”

➸ Taehyung looked 👀 at him puzzled, “who’s y/n?”

➸ Namjoon chuckled and cheered, “You did it ! You talked to her? Where? At the park?”

➸ Yoongi giggled, “I actually saw her at the corner store by my house. It looks like she works there.”

➸ Jungkook was JungSHOOK.

➸ “You sly dog!” Jungkook yelled with excitement.

➸ “And I even got her number.” -Yoongi

➸ “Holy shit! We got a new and improved Yoongi on our hands,” Namjoon added placing both hands on his shoulder from behind the couch and shaking him playfully.

➸ “I took your advice Nam Noodle. I even remembered cute shit.” He chuckles and looks down shaking his head in embarrassment.

➸ Namjoon smirked to himself, “So when are you guys officially hanging out?”

➸ Yoongi’s eyes blew up he wasn’t even sure, he had told her he would text her. He began to think should I text her now? Tomorrow?

➸ “I’m not sure actually.” -yoong

➸” Why don’t you send her a text asking how her day is going?” Namjoon suggested.

➸ Yoongi looked down at his phone opening up your contact info and looked at your silly picture. He opened up his text messages and began to type a message to you. It took him about five minutes to get the courage to press send.

➸ You were laying down cuddled up with your blankets watching a movie on your TV when you heard your phone ding.

➸ You grabbed it from behind your pillow and clicked on the notification you read the text message.

➸ Min Yoongi: Hey y/n how’s your day going?

➸ Your jaw dropped and your phone fell on your face making you groan.

➸ Wow he messaged me 😻

➸ You replied: I'm doing pretty good just laying down watching a movie, how about yours?

➸ His notifications dinged, he tried keeping his hands steady but the phone slipped out of his hands

➸ “Hyung relax,” Jungkook consoled him, grabbing the phone from him.

➸ “Hey! What are you doing? Aish!” Yoongi yelled launching himself at him.

➸ “I’m just going to type a response and you can read it and press send,” Jungkook huffed pushing him back on the couch.

➸ Yoongi sat back on the couch and watched him type.

➸ Once Jungkook finished he smiled and handed his phone back, “here Yoongi hyung.”

➸ Yoongi grabbed his phone and proceeded to read the message, “oh nice! What movies are you watching? And thank you for asking I’m doing okay.”

➸ Yoongi side eyed Jungkook and pressed sent. “We’re just trying to help,” Namjoon added showing off his dimple smile.

➸ Your phone dinged and you freaked out, “oh fuck! He replied. Why do I keep talking to myself?” You laughed and disregarded your thoughts.

➸ You asked him if he was going to be busy this weekend. On the other end Yoongi stared at his phone “Hyung what did she say?” Jungkook asked as Namjoon got closer.

➸ “Oh shit! She beat you to the punch.” Jungkook chuckled, “tell her you’re free and asked what she has in mind.” “Boy you’re good.” Namjoon started squeezing the younger guys shoulder.

➸ Yoongi replied letting you know that he was free, Saturday and Sunday and if you were open to hanging out with him.

➸ He smiled at the message and asked him if he would like to join you for a picnic date Saturday afternoon.

➸ The picnic date~ uwuuu

➸ You had decided on making sandwiches and cutting them into triangles from turkey, ham and roast beef you added different types of chips, sodas and water.

➸ For your outfit you decided on wearing a flowy long skirt with a plain white tee and a soft scarf to match your skirt with your converse of course :-)

➸ Your hair lay long and wavy on your back with your bangs falling on your forehead covering your eyebrows.

➸ Yoongi was looking through his closet figuring out what to wear on this sunny Saturday it was around 10 AM and he was going to meet you at 11:30 he decided on black jeans and a plain white V-neck with black converse. He stared at himself and shrugged grabbing a bottle of wine 🍷 that he had bought for the picnic.

➸ You grabbed your picnic basket and placed it on the basket of your bicycle you pulled your phone out and dialed him.

➸ It seemed as if he had been waiting for your call, the way he had answered his phone on the first ring.

➸ “H-Hi Yoongi, it’s y/n.”

➸ Yoongi had his phone in his hand he had began to type a message out to you to let you know he was on his way to the park but his phone started to ring and your silly face popped up on his screen, he answered hearing you speak first.

➸ “Hi y/n, I guess you beat me to it. I was about to send u a text saying I was on my way to the park.”

➸ You plugged in your earphones, “oh nice! Then you won’t mind staying on the phone with me.”

➸ Yoongi smiled and proceeded to mount his bike,” of course I will.”

➸ You ride your bike to the park turning a corner you spotted him first he looked so ethereal with the sunlight shining off his pale skin he had a small gummy smile on his face.

➸ He looked up when he didn’t hear you talking anymore you look so beautiful your smile was so enchanting, “you look so beautiful Y/n.”

➸ You laughed and waved him to follow you, you disconnected the call and pulled your earphones off tucking them inside your shirt.

➸ You stopped in a shady area with a big tree on the side you leaned your bike against the tree trunk and grabbed the blanket you had under the basket you pulled it open it and he reached for the other end extending it.

➸ You both smiled and lay the blanket on the grass you place the basket on the edge of it and got closer to him.

➸ “Hey Yoongi,” you opened your arms and he met you halfway closing the hug and making sure his hands stayed out and didn’t wander.

➸ “Yoongi you can let me go now.” You chuckled into his shoulder and he nervously coughed and released you. “I’m sorry y/n.”

➸ The picnic was wonderful, both of you ate, had a couple of cups of wine, and munched on the chips as you both enjoyed the conversation you are having.

➸ The guy that you had been crushing over had officially noticed you. Yoongi felt the same way towards you. Expressing how nervous you make him and he just didn’t want to ruin the moment.

➸ Suddenly, you began to feel weird, off putting even. “Yoongi, I think I had too much to drink.” You stated, rubbing your head slightly and blinking multiple times to stop the environment from spinning.

➸ “I’m not feeling too good,” Yoongi got closer to you, he wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, “it’s gonna be okay I promise.” And with that your eyes fluttered shut.

➸ Yoongi was a mad man and didn’t want anything to happen to you. He had decided it was best you didn’t leave his sight. All he wanted to do was take care of you, so he may have slipped something into your wine that would take effect. He had drugged you making you slightly unconscious.

➸ He had called up his friends and asked them to help pick the stuff up from the park.

➸ You woke up hours later tied up to a bed in a pitch black room. You pulled at your arms, harness tightening around your wrist ricochet back to the head board. You screamed for help, not knowing where exactly you were.

➸ Someone opened the door and stepped inside. They flickered the lights on and you closed your eyes momentarily and then opened them to adjust to the light.

➸ You couldn’t believe who it was, “Yoongi?” You pleaded for him to let you go. “Please Yoongi. I’ll do anything?”

➸ He spoke up, “anything?”

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writing-in-riverdale · 8 years ago

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interview | cole sprouse x reader

request

written by: yours truly

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: I loved guest star!! 😍 I was wondering if you could make a fic about cole how youve been keeping your relationship for months now and fans are suspecting that youre dating because of all the bts and photos of you and his ig and in one interview that youre having together someone questions you guys about it. sorry if this was long 😂 i love your fics 😘❤

a/n: basically this is another guest star part but an interview!

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“god i’m so nervous”. you mutter pulling on your fingers as you wait in the green room with your boyfriend cole and co-star kj. we were about to endure a joint interview and it was your first lot of press you’ve done for riverdale.

but it wasn’t that factor that made you nervous, it was that people were becoming more and more aware of your romantic relationship with cole.

you’d been able to keep it under wraps for the whole two years you’ve been dating but now that you were both sharing the small screen people had caught on.

so you had to control yourselves whenever you were out. refraining yourselves from snap chatting each other or posting photos all over your instagrams.

you had to be strictly platonic. you didn’t need any sort of bad press if you two were to break up. so for now you weren’t a couple, you were just a couple of besties.

or atleast that’s what you thought. you thought were pulling it off. but more and more accounts for your ‘ship name’ with cole had popped up on both twitter and instagram and not to mention the constant questions when meeting fans in the flesh.

especially when they caught you out mid-date. when you two had to coyly pretend that you were waiting on other friends to excuse the fact that you were out together without the rest of the cast.

and to be quite frank you were getting sick of all the pretending and running around. sometimes you just wanted kiss your boyfriend or hold his hand whilst you walked down the streets.

not that you really had the opportunity to take a leisurely stroll down the road, being famous disney stars and all.

“you’ll be fine”, cole whispers walking toward you making sure no one was staring at the two of you. he placed a soft hand on your shoulder, instantly filling you with comfort.

“just breathe okay? if they ask don’t say yes but don’t say no, yeah? that way we aren’t lying or avoiding the question” you nod smiling to the boy as a young women calls you over to the interview room.

the three of you file in, sitting down on a huge plush couch, each boy on either side of you as the interviewer sits in her own seperate lounge chair.

the interviewer starts her intro off strong turning toward the three of you. “kj apa as archie andrews, y/n l/n as c/n c/l/n and cole sprouse as jughead jones on the cw’s riverdale!”

the three of you all smile greeting the interviewer, and the camera crew, as you settle into the interview, talking about the upcoming season and possible plot.

you were too busy worrying to even pay attention to half the stuff that was spewing from the ladies mouth, that you barely noticed her turn to you and begin to engage in conversation until kj smoothly nudged you.

patting down your dress you push your hair off your shoulder as she addressed you directly.

“so how is it for you to go from disney to the darker side of the cw?”

“i mean it’s a lot different to disney i’ll tell you that”. you pause the group laughing to themselves “i didn’t even really think i’d be coming back to acting but i couldn’t resist the role”.

she nods playing with the cards in her palms. “so anything in particular that’s vastly different?”

“well - it’s still directed for the younger generation but i feel like in disney it was more so for the children than the preteens for example…and the content we’re filming is a lot heavier than the stuff we dealt with on y/d/s but it’s also just as fun and exciting as i remember”.

“so you and cole -” you freeze at the mention of him, “both disney kids coming back to acting. kj what was it like to know that you were working with some of the greatest names in disney?”

you breathe a sigh of relief taking a sip from the glass of water on the table as you listen to kj rattle on about how much he adored cole and dylan.

“both of their shows i watched religiously. me and my mates used to love it aye. especially y/d/s with uh y/n we loved her a lot - im pretty sure one of my mates had a poster of her”.

you blush giggling to yourself. “so you had a crush on y/n?” the interviewer laughs, kj turning red at the words. you continue laughing placing a hand around his arm.

“aw kj!!!” you swoon embarrassing him further. cole joined in on the fun, “yeah he was a big fan we kinda had to push him a bit and be like ’hey buddy“.

kj shakes his head furiously to the camera his words rushing out in defence “nah nah nah”. sending you and cole into a laughing fit as the kiwi struggled to cover up his words.

“i mean i was a fan. like who wasn’t aye, but nah it’s a lot of fun filming with them and we all are good friends with the others too. but ugh yeah- it’s hard to go out anywhere because fans notice them from a mile away”

the interviewer laughs “wait people still notice you as your disney characters?” we both nod cole taking the lead.

“i mean it’s very flattering but as you can see im not the same kid with the blonde shaggy bowl cut so sometimes i question how they’d recognise me- especially from friends”.

you smile the interviewer looking to you for input “what about you?”

you nod leaning back slightly into the couch feeling coles arm against the top of the couch.

“they do yes, i go anywhere and they all yell ”c/n“ and sometimes i just forget and then they’re running and i’m running and then they’re screaming and i’m screaming”.

the room started to laugh.

“it’s a very weird situation” you giggle the interviewer cutting in.

“and you looking nothin like that girl anymore- you look amazing!”

you place a hand over your heart in awe “thank god for that” you joke poking fun at yourself. “i grew up and hit puberty and sometimes when i hear someone say ’hey you look like that girl off y/d/s? i’m like damn i must be having a rough day”.

the interviewer giggles “oh don’t be so hard on yourself- doesn’t she look hot now boys?” she slaps kj’s leg and they both nod.

“god yeah she’s come along way from disney-even though i still had a crush on c/n”, cole comments a smile growing on your face at the compliment.

“so are you all single?”

your heart plummets at the question. the dreaded question for anyone in the industry is asked whenever they are in one or aren’t. no one wants to be asked this question ever.

cole answers first surprising you “i’m not no”.

“i am” kj chirps taking a long drink from his water.

“i’m not either” you clear your throat smiling, refusing to make eye contact with cole.

the interviewer smirks knowing she got the answer you wanted “oh so you two are off the market”. she pretends to act surprised “well who are they”.

cole replies cutely “for us to know and you to never find out- all you need to know is she’s beautiful and one of a kind”.

you fight off the blush tinting on your cheeks as the interviewer wraps up the interview.

“one last question before you guys leave- serpent jughead? yes or no?”

“yes yes yes” you stammer feeling confident. “have you seen jughead in a leather jacket? serpent jughead is the best thing to come out of riverdale”.

cole blushes and the interview is officially over. cole’s manager walking over to escort us back to our green room.

“i think you might have just outed us” he teases walking dangerously close to you, his hot breathe on your neck.

“what can i say- serpent juggie just does some indescribable things to me”.

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#cole sprouse #cole sprouse imagines #imagines #riverdale imagines #riverdale #riverdale cast #kj apa #headcanon #one shots #request

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ravkasqueen · 8 years ago

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Better with you

Regulus Black x Reader - imagine

Request/Summary:��Anonymous requested - Can you do a imagine with Regulus Black where he and Lily’s younger sister are dating for some time in secret and one day when Snape or some other slytherin says something to her, instead of Lily or some of the marauders, he defends her before he could stop himself and then he kinda realizes he is in love with her?

Word Count: 2220

Warnings: Fluff :)

The cool breeze swirled in the air, spiralling out of control in tangled shapes all around as the hot summer sun blazed from high above. You laid down on the grass, hair tumbling out behind you as you kept your eyes closed and relaxed with a contented smile placed firmly on your dainty mouth as you allowed the warmth to soak into every inch of skin.

Vaguely, you could hear the chatter of your friends from around you; Lily’s voice piercing through the deeper tones of your male friends. You had been so jealous when Lily’s letter had arrived, some many years ago now. Not having been able to understand Petunia’s disgust with what their sister was, you kept in close correspondence with your sister throughout her time at Hogwarts in her first year, never allowing even a week to pass without a letter being sent.

You had soaked in every single detail of the castle in a dreamy state of pure wishing for two entire years, only half believing that you could possibly share the same wonderful fate. The day your letter arrived, Petunia had cried and screamed for a week as the rest of the family, including you, had celebrated. Only now, five years later, did it occur to you that there was a possibility that she was, in fact, jealous rather than spoilt.

By the time you took to boarding the Hogwarts Express for the first time, you felt as though you already knew all the people you were being introduced to.

The smoke from the train billowed in puffy clouds all around you. Everything already looked so magical and you were hardly there yet. All around, people passed wearing robes of the finest quality, reminding you of something out of a fairy-tale and you couldn’t help but wonder if Hogwarts itself would be like a story.

“Lily!” A voice called and your sister’s attention was divided. You turned around enthusiastically to find a boy standing there with a grin on his face.

Lily turned, dropping your hand before taking you by the sleeve over towards where the boy stood with a grin on her face. “Remus!” She laughed, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into an excited hug. “How have you been?”

Remus shrugged and the pair talked for a moment about the things they had done, though you thought in the back of your mind that your sister was making your holidays sound far more exciting than they were. All you did was stay at home and watch movies, after all.

“And, who’s this?” Remus asked after a little while, smiling as he gestured to you.

Lily smiled and pulled you closer to her side. “This is my little sister, Y/N.” She said proudly. “She got her letter the other month; our parents are so happy!”

“Hello,” you smiled shyly.

Remus smiled back but before he could say anything the whistle sounded. “Come on,” he said. “We should probably get on the train now.”

You gave one last wave goodbye to your family and tried not to feel too sad as you boarded the train which would change your life forever.

“Where are James and the others?” Lily asked when you had found a compartment and settled in a little. “They’re our friends.” She said to you as a way of explanation.

You rolled your eyes as you took off your scarf. “I know.” You said. “You talk about James all the time.”

Remus burst out laughing as Lily’s face grew steadily more and more red. “I do not.” She defended weakly.

“You do!” You yelled.

By then, a masculine laugh rang out from the door of the compartment. “What does Lily do?” A boy with shaggy hair and glasses asked before sitting down, another two boys, both with longer black hair, following him.

You opened your mouth to reply but frowned as Lily cut across you. “Nothing.” She muttered as the three boys to join your compartment sat around you so that another person couldn’t possibly fit in. “Doesn’t matter.”

The youngest of the boys with longer, dark hair took the last remaining seat on your right and smiled nervously at you as he did so, sending a flutter through your stomach.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Oh yeah!” The older boy yelled, turning to the boy on your right as if he had forgotten he was there. “Guys, Lily, this is my younger brother, Regulus.” He said, plopping down next to Remus with a simple wave of his hand to explain Regulus’ presence.

Lily smiled at Regulus from your other side. “Don’t worry,” she smiled reassuringly and inclined her head towards you. “It’s Y/N’s first year too.”

“Hello, Y/N.” The boy with shaggy hair and glasses said before introducing himself as James. “Lily’s told us lots about you.”

Your eyes shifted nervously towards Lily before settling back on the boy next to you as the rest of the compartment began to laugh and joke with one another. You extended your hand towards him and chewed the inside of your cheek, nervous with the amount of excitement you contained. “It’s nice to meet you, Regulus.” You said.

He slowly smiled and took your hand within his own, causing you to grin. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

You were shaken from your thoughts as you heard Lily giggling at something James said to her in her ear. You were happy that she had finally stopped denying her feelings and had agreed to go on a date with him. Although you weren’t nearly as close to the Marauders as Lily had become, you knew them well and understood that James was a nice guy, whom you were certain would never place Lily into harm’s way. You could only hope that Lily would be just as considerate of your choices.

Sitting up and resting back on your arms, you faced the lake and grinned as you saw Regulus sat by the side reading a book. At the feeling of eyes on him, he looked up and smiled when he caught you looking at him.

Glancing back to check the others you inclined your head over to the castle and after catching his nod muttered something to the group about getting some work done, getting up without properly registering their responses.

You forced your feet to slow and walk calmly towards the castle, knowing Regulus would be somewhere behind you. When you finally reached the entrance, you stopped and waited for him to arrive anxiously, rushing forwards to and wrapping your arms around him with a wide smile as he came towards you.

Regulus laughed as he wrapped his arms around you, book still in hand as he moved the hair from out of your eyes and kissed you on the mouth happily, warm breath fanning your face as you breathed deeply and placed your head into the crook of his neck, nuzzling further into his warmth.

“Hi.” You whispered with a smile.

Regulus chuckled and held you closer to him. “Hi,” he said with a low, throaty chuckle. “How has your day been?”

You smiled, not truly focusing on anything besides the way it felt as he traced his fingers over your skin. “It’s better now.” You eventually murmured.

The chatter of everyone around you didn’t bother you as much as it usually did that evening at dinner in the Great Hall. Since you had begun seeing Regulus, little had bothered you, as a matter of fact. You still had to repress a grin every time you thought of him, there was so much to him which nobody knew or even bothered to try and get to know. It upset you to think that so many people who meant so much to you, Lily, Sirius, didn’t care enough to give the sweet and caring boy whom you cared just as much about, a chance. No matter how much Regulus protested the case, you were certain that he missed his older brother and that it hurt him to know that Sirius had left – just as you were sure that Sirius felt the same. Both were too ‘manly’ to own up to the assumption, however, and nothing was to be done about the brother’s steady separation.

As you caught the eye of the Slytherin from across the hall, you had to bite your lip to repress a large smile and continued speaking with Lily while your heart strained to move closer to the shaggy-haired, care-free boy. Recently, your feelings for him had increased and you knew that it could only mean one thing. Whenever he was near, you felt yourself light up and when he went away you wanted to follow. He was like the light to your dark blanket of the night sky, each lovely in their own rights but only when placed together; radiant. It was love, to be sure.

When you had finished with your meal you left with your friends, as usual, and hung back to linger around for Regulus, to see him one last time before bed. Soon enough, he was there, having only left you waiting for about a minute. He walked up to you calmly and you prepared to make a move for a more shadowy area of the castle when you caught sight of Lily leaving the hall with the rest of the Marauders. This would have not usually been a problem in the slightest but you couldn’t help noticing a few boys from Slytherin in the year above you jeering as they passed your sister.

Taking your attention off Regulus, you watched as the boys shoved Lily so that she stumbled into James’ side, his hands catching her readily enough.

“Hey!” You called angrily as you took your sister’s other side, catching her thankful grin at seeing you. You smiled at her and took her arm to stabilise her as Remus prevented Sirius from doing something ridiculous like cursing the lot of them. “Jerks.” You muttered beneath your breath. “Probably too dumb to realise that going up two against five wasn’t the brightest of ideas, anyway.”

One of the boys recoiled. “Filthy Mudblood!” He hissed and a foot caught yours, causing you to collapse face first to the floor.

Arms too slow to realise the problem and catch you, your nose took the brunt of the weight and blood gushed from it almost immediately after contact. Before anyone could react, a jet of light was being thrown at the boys.

“You vile, horrible-” Regulus was shaking, his wand held out before him as he stood protectively in front of you. Lily gasped and you could hear James muttering quickly under his breath to Sirius in a confused tone.

You scrambled quickly to your feet and with one hand clutching your bleeding nose you took hold of Regulus’ arm and moved to stand in front of him, back to the two boys who were then fleeing down the hall like the cowards they were. “Reg,” you said quietly, your voice muted by the blood which was trying to move down your throat as you pinched your nose shut. “Shh, it’s okay – just look at me.” You said, moving your hand to caress his face.

His attention snapped onto you and he swiftly moved your hand to stop pinching your nose and caught the blood on his sleeve. “You need to allow it to come out of your nose, love.” He explained softly as you winced and scrunched up your nose at the sight of him wiping away your blood.

“Sorry,” you muttered knowing that he would understand what for.

He shook his head and repressed the small smile which was overtaking his mouth as he kissed you lightly on the top of your forehead. “As much as I wish you would be more careful with who you torment, I understand why you did it.”

You grinned at him and shrugged. “Worth it.” You said, smiling triumphantly as he laughed. “You didn’t have to attack them for me, though.” You said, leaning in closer to him.

Regulus just shook his head at you, solemnly. “Of course I had to. When it comes to you I can hardly think, I-” he faltered. “Y/N, I love you.” He said sincerely, looking into your sparkling eyes with the ghost-like fear of rejection hiding behind his shimmering ones.

Instead of answering him, you lifted yourself onto the tips of your toes and buried your face into the side of his neck, pecking the skin there once and enjoying the way it made him shiver.

“Uh,” a voice said from behind you and your eyes, which had since fluttered shut, snapped open to see your confused friends behind you. Sirius was looking between the two of you in confusion. However, when you looked a little closer you could have sworn her looked hurt or regretful.

“So,” Lily said, the only one out of the five who looked happy, rather than confused. “How long has this been going on?”

You tried to laughed but then winced at the pain, drawing Regulus’ attention back onto you. His hands fluttered about your face, smoothing your hair back carefully. “There’ll be time to explain later. But, for now, I think we had better get this checked out and healed.”

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