#and the only reason she hates me is because i sat in her seat apparently? not sure how it was her seat when she wasn’t even in the room-

[gracieblood]

i hope i’m not just your mutual but your Stupid Bitch Friend ❤️

[girlokwhatever]

PLEASE 🙏 paige x reader where they are in a situationship and reader is jealous

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paige bueckers x fem!reader

yeah, you definitely hated her. you didn’t know her, but you fucking hated her.

you sat across the table from paige, secretly stealing glances of her and some other girl you had never met before in your life. you can’t even recall anyone mentioning her before tonight, but apparently she was close enough friends with aubrey to be invited to her birthday dinner.

you didn’t like her at all. her jokes always missed and killed the vibe, she said random out-of-pocket things every five seconds, and she had this insanely high-pitched laugh. or maybe you didn’t like her because of the way she was touching paige’s arm.

either way, she was running your last nerve thin.

you had arrived to the restaurant with paige, your held hands being separated once you walked inside. you and paige had something going on and most of your friends knew, poking fun and teasing you every now and then. you both wanted to take it slow since both of your schedules were busy, but you definitely wouldn’t say either of you were single.

she was your situation.

you wanted to sit next to her at the table but the plans had quickly changed when this girl insisted on sitting there. you had been halfway into the seat when her hand landed firmly on your shoulder, shaking to get your attention.

that was the moment that started it you think. that and the flirtatious touches. you thought it was so obvious what she was trying to do, but apparently paige didn’t pick up any of the cues.

it was embarrassing for you and her. here you were with all your friends on aubrey’s birthday night, watching as another girl practically groped paige six feet into her seat. the worst part was paige never did or said anything along the lines of ‘stop.’

you have the thought that it should definitely be you sitting next to paige right now. it could’ve been you and it should’ve been you. she may not be your girlfriend, but she is your something. you wish you could hold her hand under the table instead of having to watch the insufferable sight of another girl touching her.

“is this your natural hair? it’s really pretty.”

your eye twitched watching the scene unfold, eyes tracking the girl’s finger as it twirled around a strand of paige’s hair.

“nah, not the color. the waves are all mine though,”

paige smiles, flicking her hair over her shoulder. the girl laughs again, the high-pitched squeal ringing in your ear. the crazy thing is, nothing paige said was even funny, the reason for the girl’s laughter had flown straight over your head. if she was close enough, you think you might reach across the table and drag her to the floor.

her peppy laugh. her wandering and lingering gaze. the unnecessary touches. the-

“can i give you my number? i’d really like to hangout sometime y’know?”

you couldn’t even bear to stay for paige’s answer, excusing yourself from the table. your chair squeaked loudly against the floor, grabbing the attention of anyone who hadn’t already noticed you.

the girl turns to paige, wide-eyed, “is she okay?”

your anger boils over at her remark, wishing for both of your sakes she’d just kept quiet. it was infuriating watching her turn to paige and talk about you, right in front of your own face.

“are you serious-”

“i think she just has to use the bathroom,” paige gives you a look, one that you can only decipher as ‘no.’ “and the bathrooms are that way.”

she points you in a direction, one that you allow yourself to blindly follow. you just needed to get away from that table, too irked by that girl to think straight. you kept telling yourself that she couldn’t ruin the night, aubrey’s big night for that matter.

you’re leaning against the bathroom sink when a knock sounds on the door. it makes you jump out of your thoughts, assuming it’s just some random person needing to take a piss.

“i’ll be out in a second!”

“hey, it’s me.” you’d recognize her voice in a crowd of hundreds, something so distinct about it. you can’t deny it makes your heart flutter knowing she chased after in a sense, showing that she does in fact care.

you unlock the door for her, letting her slip through the frame before sealing it off again. she locks it for you, never even taking her eyes off of you.

“what was that?!”

she’s whisper-shouting, getting closer to you. it shocks you, not expecting that reaction from her. you wished maybe she’d acknowledge what was actually happening at that table for the last half-hour, but of course she can’t.

“seriously? are you serious?”

“yeah i’m serious. you looked like you wanted to rip her head off the whole time.”

you roll your eyes, “oh spare me please. she’s insufferable.”

you don’t even care how much attitude you’re using to rebuttal her, more concerned with the fact that she’s defending the girl. did she know what she was doing? was it all on purpose?

“she’s nice,”

“yeah i’m sure she is.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i’m sure it is nice when she touches you like that.”

she blinks. once, twice, three times before speaking. she gets a smug grin on her face like it’s funny or something, watching the way your forehead creases from being downturned so long. she feels bad really, but it’s still amusing to see you like this.

“oh, that’s what this is about.”

“what- i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“you’re jealous.”

her hands find your waist, tugging you into her chest. after rolling your eyes into tomorrow you decide it’s not worth it to fight about it and she’s right anyway. you succumb to her affection, matching it equally when you wrap your arms around her stomach.

“can’t believe you’re jealous. it’s kinda hot.”

“whatever. tell her to stop eye-fucking you in the middle of the restaurant. it’s nasty.”

paige admires your honestly, realizing how strongly you both feel even though it’s nothing more than a situationship. she wants to ask you out but figures a restaurant family bathroom probably isn’t the best place.

“maybe i should be the one jealous. you’ve been so focused on her talking to me you didn’t realize i’ve been looking at you the whole time.”

you’re silent, head resting against her chest to hide embarrassment. the affect she has on you is insane and you both know that, a simple fact paige takes advantage of frequently. she feels your arms tighten around her and in response shifts your hips closer to her own. she never feels like you’re close enough.

she kisses the top of your head as you shift together in unison. she wishes she was brave enough to ask you out. it’s not like you’re going to say no.

as her own version of reassurance, paige pulls you into a kiss and waits until she feels you kissing back. it’s slow and sensual, both of you taking time to relish in the moment, as confusing as it may be. when you pull away, she finds solace in your body, resting her forehead against yours.

“yeah whatever. i’m going back to eat my dinner. but next time she touches you i’m flipping my shit if you don’t say something.”

“what am i supposed to say then, hm?”

“that you have a girlfriend.”

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here’s this short lil fic because i felt bad for depriving yall 😔

but i love you guys and hope you enjoy 🤭🤭🤭

I HAVE NOT YET SPELL CHECKED!!!

also i’m so sorry for slacking on the requests you guys (this is an older one) i’m gonna try to work on some tomorrow!! (emily content 🤭)

[cobaltperun]

Jerks With Hearts of Gold

Tara Carpenter x female Reader (Request)

Masterlist / Side story / Smut for this story

@alexkolax here you go, sorry I left his for last, I had a blast writing it! Not sure if this completely fits the frenemies to lovers you requested, but I think it turned out fine. Thanks for the wonderful request! 😁😁💙💙 Also this is merged with a similar request here.

Word count: 4.8k

“No, you hear me! Quit picking apart every single thing you watch!” there they go again…

Sam groaned, burying her head in the pillow as she got front seat experience to yet another argument between Tara and you.

“I’m not! I just can’t turn my brain off!” you exclaimed and reluctantly Sam opened her eyes. There you and Tara were, arguing while the twins and Anika laughed their asses off, because of course they would.

“It’s a horror comedy!” Tara argued back, and by this point someone just needed to nudge either of you and you’d just kiss. But no one was doing that, because, according to Mindy, the professional expert, the two of you would just act disgusted and avoid each other. Meaning it probably happened before.

Although, according to Anika, the two of you were already together. Because, well, Tara brought you into the group. She vouched for you, granted behind your back, but still, she, apparently, hated your guts, yet she was the one who dragged you, literally, into the friend group.

Sam still remembered your valiant efforts to get free from Tara’s grip, yelling ‘Unhand me, Carpenter!’ as loud as it was socially acceptable in a park, while Tara grumbled something along the lines. ‘Trust me, I would, but someone insisted on meeting you!’ to this day they had no idea who insisted on meeting you. Because none of them did! Yet Tara claimed Chad did when he was drunk and that… wasn’t impossible, but it was a bit of a stretch.

At this point Sam was very temped to do it, just shove Tara into your arms. You’d either get together or stop talking to each other for a few days and as far as Sam was concerned either option was a win.

Wait… If you got together, you’d be here more often. You’d argue with Tara even more.

No. No! You would absolutely not get together!

Sam would not allow it!

“It’s too ridiculous to be considered a comedy! The woman’s head gets pulled off her body!” you shouted, arguing about whatever happened in the movie.

“Y/N…” Tara’s eye twitched, but she didn’t need her inhaler, so Sam was at least at peace with that. It really was you and Tara being plain and simple childish.

“And that dance montage? Get that out of here!” you complained and for a moment Sam could have sworn your and Tara’s hands touched, just for a moment.

Tara threw her hands up, so Sam must have been seeing things. “The actors were underage, what did you want?!”

“Not even implications, thank you very much!” well, Sam could see some reason in that argument.

Mindy apparently had enough and snapped her fingers getting your and Tara’s attention, though it was clear both of you were reluctant to give it to her. “Come on, at least agree that the actress is pretty,” she said, and the actress really was beautiful, so hopefully you and Tara could find common ground there. Instead of bickering about that as well.

“Never. She looks like Tara,” you immediately shut the idea of agreeing on anything down.

“Excuse me, what?” Tara demanded. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

You turned back to Tara and slowly smirked. “Oh, you know exactly what it means,” a moment later Tara was storming into her room, her face red with anger, and you as satisfied as you were just sat back down and sipped on your drink.

At least it was clear you and Tara weren’t getting together anytime soon, so Sam could relax.

There was one time she saw this happen and she began threatening you, only for Tara to come out, yelling that she would deal with you and that Sam shouldn’t get involved. Sam sighed back then, accepting that somehow Tara just liked having her buttons pushed by you, and pushing your buttons in return. It was a strange frenemy situation you and Tara were in, but Sam begrudgingly learnt to accept it.

~X~

Jerk, that’s what you were. Of course she knew exactly what you meant, and you were a jerk for that, making her flustered. She was lying on her bed, looking at the ceiling, still blushing, though not as much as when she came into her room. You were still as annoying as you were the first time you met.

She met you in a literature class, and she was the only one taking it so she couldn’t sit next to Mindy, Chad, or Anika. And by pure, dumb, luck, she sat down next to you, and she regretted it immediately as she could smell the cigarette smoke on your clothes and she couldn’t move away since the seats were taken, and well, plenty of students smoked so she kinda learnt to deal with it. Especially while she was going to parties where cigarettes were the least of her problems. As far as her asthma went.

It still irritated her lungs.

“Hey, I’m Y/N L/N,” you introduced yourself and she was weary, of course she was, she was targeted by Ghostface twice. It was a miracle no one she loved was killed the last time, though both Anika and Gale just barely survived.

So, when you immediately introduced yourself she was suspicious, even though she was the one who sat down next to you. It was just her paranoia. “Tara Carpenter, it’s nice to meet you,” she still accepted your hand because she still, despite being paranoid, wished to live a relatively normal life.

And that’s how you met, you didn’t give off psycho vibes, granted neither did Ethan and Quinn, and she didn’t even want to think about Amber. But she felt strangely comfortable, despite the scent of cigarette smoke.

“You okay?” you noticed her discomfort, a lot faster than most people would.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it. Just my asthma,” she smiled lightly, she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but she didn’t feel like lying.

Your eyes widened and you cursed under your breath, understanding what she meant. And you pulled your chair further away from her. “Shit, I’m sorry. I would switch, but,” you sheepishly rubbed the back of your head. “The only people I know in this class smoke a lot more than I do,” you did get up to open the window a few feet away from you as Tara looked at you, honestly not sure if she should get suspicious or if she should find your actions endearing. “Does this help?”

Tara nodded, it did help a bit. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

She had no idea it wouldn’t even take half an hour for your first argument to happen… And it began so nicely.

~X~

You were grinning like a fool in the Carpenter sister’s apartment, doing your best to ignore Sam’s exasperated look and Anika’s suspicious glances. You’ve come a long way since you met the group nine months ago. They initially glared daggers at you, Sam especially, when you and Tara argued in front of them the first time. Well, argued wasn’t exactly the right word, more like a very heated disagreement on a minor detail in the movie you just watched. Now they just accepted it as normal between the two of you and learnt to ignore or find amusement in it.

You barely even remembered what the book you started arguing about was, but you remembered very clearly what the argument was. And you felt sorry for it right now, as you didn’t know how close to home you were hitting.

“It’s a debate, on whether or not people deserve a second chance,” Tara answered the question the teacher asked.

“Correct, thank you. And what would you say, Miss-“ the man paused, having yet to learn all your names.

“Carpenter, sir. I say it depends on what is done and if there is an excuse and effort to fix things,” she said, convinced of her belief.

She sat down as you watched her, you agreed with her, though in your experience people rarely put enough effort to fix things. Still, you wanted to see how strong her conviction was.

“Does anyone have a different opinion?” the teacher asked and you raised your hand. “Yes?”

“I disagree entirely. It doesn’t depend, there’s no going back after broken trust, there will always be cracks, fears, doubts,” you argued and saw Tara raising an eyebrow as you focused almost entirely on her. “And people rarely put enough effort to make it up to the one they hurt.”

Tara bit the corner of her lip, and you’d later find out it was a habit when she was getting a bit anxious. Since you found out you made sure to never bring her to that point. Well, nowadays your arguments were mostly silly. “It’s not just one person that needs to make an effort. Both need to do their part if they want to rebuild their relationship,” she countered, briefly apologizing to the teacher for speaking out of turn, but the man just gave the two of you a go ahead.

“People who hurt you, truly hurt you, leaving deep scars, emotional or of any other kind, either don’t love you, or have no control over themselves, and it takes a lot of effort to fix the second one,” rare few were strong and mature enough to fix that, to gain control, and not do it again, and even fewer did it while accepting that the one they hurt didn’t owe them a second chance.

“You can’t know what they went through, some people need help to do that,” Tara argued and you didn’t realize until later that day that she wasn’t just talking about some belief she had, that she actually went through that.

“Exactly, because I didn’t do it to them. And I refuse to pay for the damage someone else did,” you countered and the argument continued, going back and forth, without either of you being necessarily wrong or right, it really depended on the point of view. You just had the tendency to be a lot more direct and confident in your arguments, making them sound stronger than they perhaps truly were. Tara was more willing to meet in the middle, to avoid direct confrontation, and it made her a much more pleasant discussion partner.

~X~

Tara scrolled through her photos, through a secret album that required a password, just in case anyone got really curious. The photos were completely innocent, but it was the person she was with that made them a secret. And she grinned, looking at the two of you laughing, your arm around her as you hugged her from behind and she took the picture.

You loved going on her nerves, but you had your moments, rare moments where you were just completely soft with her. She had literature class twice a week, and two weeks in she was a hundred percent sure you were a menace she would gladly kick out of the class, just so she never had to look at your face and smug smile and rare, soft smile, ever again.

She noticed it in the second week, but she wrote it off as an accident. But the scent of cigarette smoke was weaker than the first week. You probably didn’t get a chance to smoke before class. And then the second week she realized she couldn’t smell cigarette smoke on you at all. She was breathing perfectly fine, nothing in her vicinity irritated her lungs, but she didn’t say anything. Surely you didn’t quit cigarettes for her.

Any idea that you did that went crashing down through the closed window on the third floor their classroom was on and landed on the harsh concrete with multiple deep lacerations from the glass. Because five minutes later you were arguing about the book that was assigned to read. Even the teacher was getting a bit annoyed by the two of you at this point. But he encouraged healthy debates, and you and Tara were, technically, still having just a debate.

The week after that, when she once more didn’t smell the familiar irritating scent she just had to ask. “Did you quit smoking?” it was rare for the two of you to have a civil conversation that probably couldn’t start an argument, but maybe this would end like that.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Figured it was healthier, and I really don’t want to trigger your asthma, so two birds with one stone, I guess,” you sounded confident, but you still looked away, proving to her that you could, after all, get a bit shy.

“Oh,” Tara, however, was blushing, the heat in her cheeks was damn near unbearable, because even Sam still smoked occasionally. “Thanks,” she pushed her chair a bit closer to you and pulled her things out of her bag.

“Don’t mention it,” you said softly. And then, as if your softer, gentles, kinder, side ran out of battery, you went right back to how things were the past couple of weeks. “Your essay is nonsense; I don’t agree with one thing you wrote.”

Curse the teacher for making you give each other your assignments to read and debate on! “Yours was complete bullshit, I swear you just typed words until you reached the necessary length,” she fired back, both of you already slightly grinning.

~X~

Tara was easily the best person you could have ended up sitting next to for your literature class, though you would never, absolutely never, say that to her face. The only issue was that you absolutely could not go one class without bickering.

You had a long night at work and were actually quite sleepy during the lesson one time, about a month into the semester, and you were catching every other word at best. Your notes weren’t making any sense, and you even had no energy to argue with Tara. So, maybe, just maybe, the day would end without arguing.

“Here,” Tara sighed, pushing her notebook closer to you near the end of the class and you raised an eyebrow. “Just copy my notes,” she told you.

You smiled, leaning closer to her and if anyone said your shoulders were touching they were being a huge liar. The biggest of them all, because there was absolutely no contact between you and Tara Carpenter.

None whatsoever.

“Tara,” you whispered and looked at her, completely serious. “Your handwriting is awful,” you told her, and you swore you saw a vein pop up on her forehead.

“That’s what I get for trying to help you,” she shook her head in disbelief, though she didn’t take her notebook back.

~X~

You and Tara rarely hung out outside of classes before she introduced you to her friends. But there was one time, when all her friends went back to their parents and Sam was working a night shift, so, Tara went to your apartment, dragged you out of your comfy bed, she actually did that. Well, she tried, she was strong given her size, but she wasn’t that strong.

You still remembered the terror you felt. You opened your doors to Tara, woken up about an hour after you fell asleep and let her in. You didn’t even argue, you just closed the doors behind her and went right to your bed and fell back onto it as she rambled about some party or whatever. Something about Sam not letting her go to a party alone, and you were her only option. How was she even going to explain to Sam that she wasn’t going alone? Sam had no idea you even existed!

Okay, maybe she did know you existed if Tara complained about you, but that definitely didn’t make you a fitting candidate to keep Tara company at a party. You were just about to fall back asleep, Tara being in your apartment didn’t bother you one bit, she’d get bored and leave. But then she began pulling your hand to get up.

“Don’t wanna,” you mumbled sleepily, and surprisingly she let go.

Which was very concerning.

You opened one eye and saw Tara taking several steps back with a very mischievous grin on her face and then charging forward. “Tara!” you cried out, fully awake and jumping to your feet as she landed on your bed, elbow right where your guts was, though you doubted that part was intentional.

Your bed miraculously survived the Tara bomb.

Tara laughed as she rolled to the side, lying her head on your pillow and an annoying part of your brain found the image in front of you rather appealing. “You should have seen the look on your face!” she exclaimed, holding her stomach while laughing.

You smirked, ready for verbal payback. “And you are really eager to ride me,” her laughter stopped, her face turned red and you, satisfied with your work, grabbed some clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

Luckily, you didn’t get too drunk that night and by the morning Sam had no idea Tara spent the night anywhere but in her bed. Though she, truthfully, crashed at your place for the night. You, of course, took the couch. And just thinking about sleeping on the couch made you frown. As that was what you’ve been doing for the past two weeks and your body was starting to get stiff, because that thing was not meant to be used for sleeping for extended periods of time.

You couldn’t say you regretted it though. You just couldn’t wait to get a new bed.

~X~

If there was one thing Tara learnt to appreciate about you, it was how predictable you were with her. Come hell or high water she could count on you to argue with her just because you found it fun to debate about things. And as months passed you went from annoying classmate always playing a devil’s advocate and arguing with her on everything, to an actually pleasant company. Most of the times. Sometimes.

She felt like she could trust you. She felt like she could fall for you and not regret it.0

What she didn’t expect was genuine compassion from you. And it happened so abruptly, so out of nowhere, she couldn’t even see it coming.

The two of you met at the front doors as you usually did for the few weeks prior to that day. And the floors were wet, just recently cleaned, but she was so out of it since she was accidentally reminded of Amber that she didn’t notice and she slipped, falling backwards. She wasn’t sure if she released any sounds, but the next moment you were behind her, holding her firmly, one of your hands on her side, the other around her shoulders, with the back of her head leaning on your chest. You were holding her, making sure you’d take the worst of the fall if you still went down, if you didn’t manage to stand firmly enough on the slippery floor.

“I got you,” you told her, clearly concerned, and Tara just leaned against you, barely supporting her weight.

“Can I trust you?” she asked, almost out of breath.

You nodded, your eyes filled with conviction. You weren’t messing around, you weren’t going to argue, you were there, one hundred percent. “I’m here for you, anytime,” you assured her and she grabbed onto your hand, still on her side, accidentally covering one of her stab wounds, and Tara, surprisingly felt completely safe, protected.

“Skip class with me?” she asked and you nodded, helping her regain her balance and the class was soon forgotten. She took you to your place, since Sam was still at home and your place was closer anyway.

You didn’t say one word, but you remained close to her, your hands brushing against one another as you walked and when you went into your apartment you sat down right next to her. Your presence was comforting, though at this point she wasn’t surprised by that.

Tara took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she wanted to do. She wanted to let you in, to fully trust you, to introduce you to her friends and Sam. “Do you know what happened in Woodsboro?” she began and your eyes widened, and that was all she needed to know as she began talking. She poured it all out, Sam, Amber, deaths of her dear friends, the betrayal, coming to New York, and what happened with Richie’s family, she told you everything. Every single feeling she had, things she found difficult to talk about with her therapist, or even with Sam, it just all burst out, like whatever contained those feelings suddenly burst and cracked, letting it all out.

And you remained silent, though you hugged her, tight and gentle at the same time. And it felt so good she climbed onto your lap, clutching at the back of your shirt, clinging to you as hard as she could. You didn’t complain, you just wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, your hands trembling slightly in barely concealed anger. Hearing you gritting your teeth, feeling your fingers twitching, and your body just barely relaxing when her warmth and weight, and voice right in your ear would remind you that she was, in fact, still here, it all felt good to her.

It felt like she was, at least a tiny bit, being released from the horrors she went through.

Though she still didn’t introduce you to others, it took nearly four months for that to happen, and by then, well, a lot of things happened.

~X~

You figured enough time passed that you could move away from your spot and leave the conversation you were having with Chad. “Sorry, I’ll be right back,” you purposely pointed toward the bathroom and hopped to your feet. You went into the hall, and making sure no one was behind you, just went the opposite way and snuck into Tara’s room.

She turned on her bed and smiled, reaching out for you as you knelt on her bed and kissed her soft lips. Damn, you wished you could do this freely, just kiss her whenever you wanted, but you understood her friends might not be ready to accept you as Tara’s girlfriend, and not just classmate she loved bickering with. You licked her lips, just lightly teasing her as she hugged you, her fingers already gently massaging the back of your head.

“I can’t believe the bickering is still working,” you muttered between the kisses. Sure, you and Tara still enjoyed an occasional debate here and there, but you stopped bickering almost a year ago! And the bickering still worked on her friends! And you’ve been sneaking behind their back, sneaking in kisses all over Tara’s apartment. In the kitchen, bathroom if you were really desperate, or the hall if you were feeling rather bold, but for the most part it was in her room, just like this. Tara would storm into her room, you’d wait, and go after her, sneaking a quick make-out session in before you’d come back from wherever you were.

Things were a bit different this time around, as Tara kissed you harder than before, pushing you until your positions were switched and she was straddling you. She grabbed onto your collar, pushing it to the side so she could kiss the spot where your neck and shoulder met, and, though a bit risky, she decided to leave a mark, biting the spot and sucking as you grabbed onto her hips to steady yourself.

“Tara,” you sat up, you both knew you didn’t have much time. “We shouldn’t risk it,” you told her, but you still pulled her in for another kiss, your tongues meeting as her hands gripped your shoulders.

“Just a bit more, I miss this,” she admitted, and you missed it too, and it was worth getting caught to you, but you weren’t completely sure it was worth it to Tara.

In the end, you just said screw it and kissed along her jaw, gradually going lower until your lips met her neck.

“Remember how flustered you got when I kissed you for the first time?” Tara asked out of blue, sighing and holding your head close to her neck. Well, maybe it wasn’t completely out of blue, next week would be a year since you got together.

“You were so damn smug about it,” you grumbled, though you still kissed the side of Tara’s neck, paying extra attention to the more sensitive spots, while, much to your annoyance, making sure you didn’t leave marks anywhere visible.

“Mhm, you deserve it for making me work for it,” she grinned, her hold on you growing stronger as she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning.

You pulled back and looked her in the eyes and then at her lips, inviting, beautiful. She was absolutely the most beautiful woman you ever saw, so no, Tara wasn’t pretty. She was much, much more than that. And you kissed her, pouring all of your passion and love for her into the kiss, deepening it as Tara moaned. The feeling of her body pressed against you made you wish you could just stop hiding from her friends and Sam.

And then four very loud gasps, followed by yelps and doors slamming against the wall and then bodies stumbling onto the floor on a pile of limbs and everything else, with poor Chad underneath the three women broke you and Tara apart.

“Y-You two are-“ Mindy stuttered, and you had to admit you enjoyed the professional expert being surprised.

“Together? Yes,” you shrugged, the cat was out of the bag, and you couldn’t exactly say you were arguing telepathically and needed to have your tongue deep inside Tara’s mouth to do so.

The four of them scrambled to their feet and just looked at you and Tara like nothing ever surprised them as much as this.

Eventually, Anika got over her surprise and offered an open palm to Mindy and Chad. “Pay up, I guessed it right,” Anika demanded from them.

The twins groaned and you and Tara watched incredulously as they each pulled out twenty bucks and gave them to Anika. But nothing, not twins and Anika betting on whether you and Tara were together, not their surprised faces, not your secret being revealed, nothing. Absolutely nothing compared to Sam’s expression. She looked like someone completely shattered her brain.

“Sam?” Tara tried calling her sister, just to snap her out of the stupor.

“You two… for how long?” Sam managed to utter.

“Uh, before you guys even met me,” you admitted sheepishly, and nudged Tara to get off your lap, but she was comfortable and very few things could get Tara off your lap, especially now that you two got caught.

Not that you minded, you loved when she was on your lap, but her sister might get a heart attack if this continues, and you didn’t want Sam to die.

Sam nodded, she nodded several times, humming to herself before she just walked out of Tara’s room. “She’ll get used to it,” Tara shrugged as Sam gave you two a thumbs up.

Sam took a deep, rather audible breath and came back, pointing right at you. “Don’t break Tara’s heart,” she warned with her best glare, which was actually intimidating.

“Yeah, don’t worry about that,” Tara reassured her before you could answer, and frankly, you loved how quickly she said that. “We kinda broke her bed back at her place, so… not saying that won’t happen ever again,” she chuckled sheepishly as your eyes widened and you all turned to Tara. Well, you did break the bed, but she did not need to tell them that.

Sam opened her mouth, but then closed it as Tara shrugged, acting like she was completely innocent in that case of property damage.

“I think we might have broken Sam,” Tara told you, clearly surprised that that was even a possibility, and she glanced at the rest of your friends and then gestured at the doors.

“Right! Got it!” they scampered outside as you and Tara chuckled, and just like that you were alone once more.

“I love you, you know,” you said as you kissed her cheek and she just grinned.

“I know,” she smirked, barely holding her laughter back as you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, come the fuck on!” you groaned, dropping down onto the bed and pulling Tara on top of you.

Tara laughed like she just heard the best joke ever. Well, she did love teasing you. “I love you too,” she said as her laughter subsided and she kissed you on the lips.

[moonlightspencie]

told ya if it was james i could ask for that

lets go for either fake dating goes very wrong (very right—) after a few firewhiskeys

or

fake hating as reader is the captain of slytherin’s quidditch team

or reader’s first time that she wants to get over and just do it with a friend she trusts and he ends up confessing mid sex

or all three, or none!!! but hope at least one helps w the fixation !!

just posted the third idea here. this is literally from december. it has been six months lmaooo. time to write at long last and YEAH its gonna be the ~fake dating~ one.

part 1 : part 2 here

james potter x fem!reader

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"This is ridiculous," you grumbled from atop James's lap.

He rolled his eyes, his arms around you as you both sat in the chair. He'd dragged you to some house party with the intention of getting the attention of Lily Evans. It was his newest scheme, and the only reason you agreed was because he promised to pay your rent for three months. He had money to spare, and you had some free time: a match made in heaven, apparently.

"Quit being a baby about it," he mumbled softly.

"She's not even sparing a glance this way, James," you note, taking a sip of your drink. He took it out of your hand a second later, downing the rest of it. You scoffed, "hey!"

"Yeah?" he smirked.

"That was mine."

"What's mine is yours, and vice versa, babe."

"You're really milking this."

"And your rent is paid. Suck it up, love," he kissed your cheek.

You felt heat rising in your cheeks, but you were determined to blame it on the drinks. No way in hell you'd let yourself be caught blushing over a man you were in a fake relationship with.

"Do you want more?" he asked softly, rubbing your thigh.

You quirked your brow. "Careful. Don't be too nice to me, or else I might think you actually like me."

"Hm," he shrugged, looking at you with an oddly soft gaze. Then his signature smirk made a reappearance. "Bet you'd like that."

"Oh, please," you roll your eyes.

He laughed again, hugging you to him tightly. "She's looking now."

You raised your brows, trying hard to look nonchalant as you scoped the room. You definitely saw Lily looking, but she seemed more confused than jealous. Probably not the reaction James was hoping for.

"Aren't we supposed to be trying to make her jealous? She just looks a bit confused, James," you say quietly, stroking his hair.

"Really?" he pouted, glancing back at Lily briefly. "Damn it."

"Tough luck, Potter," you said, about to stand up to refill your drink.

Before you could get far, he pulled you back down, pressing a firm kiss to your lips. You squealed in surprise, unsure if you should push him away or give in. Logically, you should want to slap him. But his lips were soft and you were tipsy... so you kissed him back.

You sighed into it as he wrapped his arms around you, deepening the kiss until you felt dizzy. It was intoxicating and terribly embarrassing to admit that you really liked it. You felt like you'd fallen into a daze when he finally pulled away, both of your eyes on one another.

"Um..." you say after a beat, feeling disoriented.

"That was... Just trying to make Lily jealous," he said quietly, his eyes still on your lips.

"Yeah. Just to... Right."

He started leaning in again before quickly pulling back. "I⎻I'm gonna refill our drink."

"Oh. Okay," you nodded, standing up, then falling back into the seat as he started walking towards the drink table, still not sparing a glance at Evans as he did. You took a deep breath, unable to stop looking at him. You groaned, covering your warm face with your hand. "Fuck."

[everythingisromant1c]

p2: three reasons why you can't stand co-star!james potter

co-star!james potter x actress!reader

summary: you were finding the first days of shooting your new TV show to be absolutely amazing, aside from the fact that you absolutely could not stand your co-star James Potter. unfortunately for you, you spent enough time around him to narrow down his most irritating qualities to only three:

a/n: hey so this took waayyy longer than i would've hoped to release, but i promise this series is not going anywhere, so tysm for all the loveee and all ur guys' patience <33

also pls pls pls feel free to send in prompt requests for this series i am so all ears

full series: Trouble in Hollywood - masterlist

1. He was insufferably good at his job

You wished you could say working with James Potter was such a challenge because he was simply bad at his job. But the thing was: he wasn't. It turned out he was really the impeccably good actor that your director Minerva seemed to swear he was, as if the talent truly was seeping through his veins. Somehow, that only made working with him more frustrating to you.

"Aaron, you've got to believe me."

James had come to you during the middle of hair and makeup and asked you to rehearse lines with him even before official rehearsals for the day's shooting began, saying it would make him feel more prepared. And, as much as you hated it, you felt the same. Your only regret was thinking you'd be able to stand him and his arrogance before seven in the morning.

"Why should I, Cassidy?"

The brunette responded to you fully in character, leaning back against a nearby vanity with his long legs crossed in front of him as you sat in your cushioned chair. He apparently got out of hair and makeup in under a matter of minutes, looking effortlessly put together with his curls hanging perfectly over his forehead—you didn't have the same luck. Your lovely makeup artist Mary seemed to be unbothered by the interruptions, continuing on with your makeup as you rehearsed your lines, though you caught her amused smile every once in a while from her reflection in the mirror.

"Because..." you began, trying to stay in character as your brain scrambled for your next line.

"You're supposed to say," cut in James, "'-because we can only trust each other right now.'"

"Please stop telling me my lines, James." You repeated the irritated request you'd uttered all morning to him as you put a tired hand to the bridge of your nose, one that Mary moved away hurriedly.

"Watch your makeup," she pleaded with a powder-filled brush to your nose , and you winced apologetically.

"Did you just want me to stand here and wait for you to remember them?" James's voice poked at you irritatingly as you stared up at him from your seat.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want." You fought from rolling your eyes. "You could at least give me a second. I didn't even ask for my line."

He raised his brows with an acquiescent sigh. "Whatever the lady wants."

Ignoring him, a skill you were growing like a muscle, you cleared your throat in focus, trying not to move too much as Mary blended some product on your neck. "Because we can only trust each other right now."

James quickly jumped back into character, right on time. "That didn't mean anything to you the other night."

"I already told you I'm sorry for that. When I heard all the rumors, I ..." you cursed at yourself as your mind drew another painful, embarrassing blank.

"-I didn't know what to think." James looked anything but guilty as his voice met your ears once again, finishing your line for you without fail.

"James!" You glared at him, doing your best to stay out in your chair and not storm out of the trailer he'd so brazenly infiltrated. You shook your head to yourself through your reflection in the brightly lit mirrors . "You're impossible."

James shrugged innocently. "I don't get why you're mad at me for trying to help."

"I'm not."

He scoffed, putting a dramatic hand to his chest. "So is this what you look like when you're happy with me?" The corner of his aggravating lips lifted along with his shoulder in a small shrug, before turning away again. "Isn't very much like how I've pictured it."

You didn't miss the way Mary let out a small breath of laughter from her nose as she switched over to doting on your hair. You gritted your teeth.

"I mean, I'm not mad at you for helping. I'm mad at you because you're annoying."

He crossed his arms defensively, his lips still quirked up, and you fought against the urge within you that had your eyes following the movement of his biceps. "I'm annoying?"

The feigned disbelief in his voice snapped your back to your right mind.

"Yes," you answered plainly. "You and your posh accent."

Maybe you'd stopped making sense, but it was too early for you to care. James was watching your meltdown with what you could only identify as merriment, his unfortunately unignorable presence taking up too much space in the cramped makeup trailer.

Thankfully choosing to ignore the part about his accent, he put up his hands innocently. "Last time I checked, I wasn't the one who keeps forgetting their lines."

"We just got the updated script for this episode last night." You shifted in your chair to face him, and you heard Mary wince from behind you, probably getting fed up with how much you were moving around, though you were too annoyed to stop yourself. "How the hell are you already off-book?"

James shrugged smugly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he leaned forward. You squinted your eyes at him. "An actor never reveals his secrets, love."

You twisted your mouth in disgust at his words—because you definitely felt something as he said them, whether it was disgust or not you didn't want to think about—and probably only made him more satisfied. "Mary," you groaned, looking at her through the mirror in front of you. "I think I'm going to be sick."

She shook her head and gave your reflection a sharp look back. "Not in that freshly ironed shirt you're not."

You sighed, settling back into your chair and sparing another glance at the man to your right. He tipped his head at you, almost tauntingly, and you felt your jaw tighten. It was going to be a long day.

2. Everyone else seemed to love him

You'd been going about your Thursday innocently, filming scenes when called upon—finally having memorized all your lines properly—and somehow getting through the morning without any irritating interactions with your least favorite person on set at the moment. That good feeling, of course, could only last so long.

"What's this?"

Minerva, your director, had been walking around set with you until you both stopped at the sight of a crowd forming outside one of the sets. You followed her, making your way through the crowd of your fellow actors and crew members until you were met with a nauseating sight: James Potter.

At the sight of your director, his already proud smile grew to a beaming one, almost blinding, as he greeted her. "We've all been really busy with this week's filming schedule, Minnie, and you mentioned what a hassle it's been ordering enough food for everyone every day with our budget, so I pulled some strings and got my family's chef to cater our lunch."

Your jaw slacked as he nodded his head to his left, where a number of tables were set up with what looked like pizza ingredients, a moustached-man in a chef hat standing behind the scene proudly. You couldn't believe your eyes. Apparently, neither could the woman next to you.

"Oh my- James this is ... amazing!" Minerva—or Minnie, as James somehow had grown accustomed to calling her—turned to your co-star, expression as bright and beaming as James's crowd-pleasing smile was. "But you shouldn't have gone to all this trouble-"

"It was no trouble at all. Francis was more than happy to help."

He waved a hand at the chef, who you assumed was the 'Francis' in question, who nodded back at him happily with a pizza cutter in his hand. It was like something out of a movie, the way everyone clapped for James who stood at the front of the crowd like the beloved man he was. You felt sick to your stomach.

"What's wrong? Do you not like the pizza?"

You'd taken your lunch shamefully, making sure to hide your amazement at the endless selection of pizza toppings that James had arranged at the build-your-own-pizza station, and were sitting with Remus, who you'd met at auditions for the show and luckily got casted in a role other than one that'd gone to James, and Sirius, another one of your co-stars who you'd quickly become friends with since you spent practically all your time on set nowadays.

You looked up at Remus briefly before returning your gaze to the pizza in front of you, the perfect slice underneath the sun seeming to taunt you. "No," you grumbled. "The pizza's amazing."

Sirius chuckled. "You'd think you'd be happy about that."

"I would, aside from the fact that it was Potter who brought it in."

The black-haired man tipped his head at you curiously. "What's your problem with James again?"

You shook your head forebodingly. "Don't tell me he's brainwashed you both with his hundred-dollar pizza too."

"I doubt the pizza's that much money." Remus bit into the slice in his hand, talking through the bite. "But it is pretty delicious."

"It is," Sirius nodded. "It was pretty nice of him to cover lunch for the day. If anything, you'd think you'd like him more for this."

You groaned. "He brought in his family's private chef, for God's sake. It's not like he rescued a cat from a tree or something."

Sirius and Remus shared a look as you spoke. You knew you sounded ridiculous, but you currently lacked enough dignity to care as yet another slice of pizza sat on your plate, ready to be eaten.

"James is actually a really nice lad," reasoned Sirius. "Take it from us. We kind of grew up with him."

That fact had yet to escape you as soon as you'd met the two of them. According to the stories they'd relayed to you, Remus's mum had been an on-set tutor to James growing up when he was acting in some movie, while Sirius's parents had been producers for some of James's parents' films. Safe to say, the three of them certainly left you feeling inexperienced in the world of acting.

"James should be the least of your worries," urged Remus. "He's harmless."

"If he's so harmless, then why has he gone out of his way to be a pain in my ass since I met him?"

Sirius snorted. "We said he's harmless, not that he's not an idiot sometimes."

"But," Remus added, "whatever James has done, just know that it always comes from a good place. The man doesn't have a mean bone in his body."

You sighed inwardly. The James Potter you knew seemed to be very different from the one that everyone else seemed to be familiar with, and it was driving you crazy.

3. He was an obnoxious flirt

When you said 'flirt', you not only meant that he flirted with you—unfortunately—but that he seemed to flirt with anyone in sight, whether he realized it or not. In fact, you'd been forced to watch as he smooth-talked one of the hairstylists on set for the past ten minutes.

You couldn't hear everything they were saying, thank god, but you were sure she was probably more charmed by the fact that his last name was Potter than anything he could remotely come up with to win her over. You'd had enough conversations with him to know that the movie-star smiles he offered were enough to charm people before they realized just how insufferable he was.

After what felt like hours, he said something to the woman in parting and left her looking flushed and smiley as he strolled away. You sighed, happy to finally be rid of distractions, and looked back down at the script on your lap that you were trying to memorize but stopped almost immediately as you felt an unwelcome presence lingering from in front of you. You looked up and fought a groan.

James tipped his head at you innocently. "You wanted me?"

You tensed at his phrasing and did your best to go back to ignoring him as you focused back on your script. "I did not."

Not taking the hint, as usual, he stayed put, shoving his hands in his well-tailored pockets. "Well, you've been staring at me for the past ten minutes, so I just assumed you had something to say."

"Well, you assumed wrong." You gave him a tight-lipped smile from where you sat. "And I wasn't staring. I just miraculously found it hard to concentrate on memorizing lines when you were harassing that hairstylist right next to me."

He squinted at you quizzically before shaking his head, finding your banter more amusing than you probably were. "Admit it. You're obsessed with me."

You scoffed, blinking rapidly to truly portray your disbelief. "You wish. Reality is, Potter—I think I hate you."

James peered at you with a glint in his eye like he'd never heard anything more amusing, leaning back against the wall next to you. "You think?"

You shrugged tightly. "The jury hasn't come to a decision just yet." You thought back to the unfortunately delicious pizza he'd provided, and all the things that Remus and Sirius had said to you that stood in stark contrast to practically every other experience you'd had with him.

James grinned, finding teasing you the most entertaining part of his day, even on set for a TV show. "So I still have a chance?"

His eyes glistened and you reeled. "A chance to what? Did you not hear the 'hate' part?"

"Hate is a strong word, don't you think?"

You shook your head. "Strong, but appropriate."

"Ouch." He touched his hand to his chest in that dramatic way he always did, something you blamed on his actor roots. "Your words hurt, you know." You rolled your eyes, truly trying then to get back to memorizing your lines so James would have nothing over you during filming the next day, but he didn't seem to care. "Look, I get it. You said you hate me. But really, I don't think you do."

You sighed, setting your script aside as you looked up at him with finality. "And why is that, Potter?"

"Because," James began, and you didn't like the tease in his tone as he looked down at you. "A little birdie told me you had some say in whether or not they cast me in South Bay. And that you actually encouraged it."

Your lips parted, those words being the last ones you expected him to say after weeks had gone by since the chemistry read. You didn't know who'd ratted you out, but whoever did would be getting a stern talking to. Or a partially stern one, since they were more than likely your boss.

You shrugged weakly at him. "That ... that doesn't mean anything."

James's thick brow lifted effortlessly. "So you're not denying it?"

At his challenging look, you relented with a drop of your shoulders. "I'm not. It's true; I told Minerva I think they should choose you to play Aaron becuase you are good at your job, James. As much as it annoys me. I mean, you're clearly a great actor, you get all your lines memorized overnight, not to mention the entire crew is in love with you for some reason-"

"Oh, I see."

You paused, looking at the way James's slight grin turned into a shit-eating one. "What?"

He tipped his head at you tauntingly. "You're jealous."

You let out a laugh harsher than you meant it to be. "Please. There's nothing about you I could possibly waste my energy being jealous over."

The brunette tutted, and you hated the feeling it sent through you. "For such a great actress, you're not a very good liar."

You felt your breathing shallow for a moment, not knowing what to do with the compliment that flowed so easily from his lips like he hadn't given it a second thought. You pushed the thought aside, focusing on the insult part of his statement instead, and rolled your eyes.

"Look," James continued at your expression. "Jealous or not, we're going to have to work together on this show for God knows how many more months. Years even, if it gets renewed for a second season." The thought both filled you with excitement and dread as it came from James's lips. He looked down at you with an honest curiosity. "How much longer can you go on pretending to hate me?"

You noted that what he was saying was true, letting the words sit in your chest for a moment, but you also noted that you had more fun being petty. You tilted your chin up at him. "Funny that you think I'm pretending."

James put a hand on the table you were sitting at, leaning forward slightly and making you freeze up. "Funny that you're still not a good liar, love."

Your throat felt tight with something you wanted to again dismiss as disgust at both his proximity and the delicate word that fell from his lips. You let an unpleasant pinch form between your brows. "I thought I told you not to call me that."

James felt something warm, almost giddy, form in his chest, and it didn't matter that you looked like you were considering slapping him right then. He let the corner of his lips quirk up. "You're adorable when you're mad."

"Don't call me that either." You huffed, picking up your still un-memorized script and standing. "I'm going to my trailer."

James quirked a brow, following you with only his eyes. "Is that an invitation?"

You rolled your eyes, walking away and calling over your shoulder. "Absolutely not."

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[purplecoffee13]

Mr. Sunshine - pt. 1

Summary: Harry is a chipper guy with a dimpled smile, amazing coffee, and a need for a tutor. You are a smart girl with an obsession with caffeine and a distaste for people. Harry is infatuated with you from the day he met you, and now he’s determined to spend more time, even if that means bribing you with coffee.

Wc: 2.5k

Tropes: grumpy!MC x sunshine!Harry (based off this ask)

Warnings: none. (for now *evil snicker*)

A/N: tumblr won’t let me add a picture for some reason, but just know that I was going to add the one of dunkirk!Harry in an orange sweater and green pants, leaned against the wall with his jaw clenched as he looks at a guy’s phone. I love that picture of him. Okay, anyways, enjoy!

Masterlist

Harry Styles has been obsessed with you from the very first year of Uni. He was paired with you and two other people on a sociology project, and since then, he has been enamored with everything about you.

It wasn't like your charm took him over. If anything, your silent glare is what drew him in. You guys seemed to have the laziest project partners because they barely helped, and whatever suggestions they did have were absolutely useless.

You were a quiet girl. Not necessarily because you were shy, but because you simply didn't feel like talking. You would usually say no more than ten sentences during a group meeting, but everything you did say was always of substance.

The first time you were alone with Harry, it was in the library, where you were supposed to have a group meeting to revise each other's work that you had all divided up. Harry and you were the only ones who actually showed up, and ended up revising each other's, and then the others' work that they had sent via e-mail.

Harry had never laughed harder than that day.

The comments you made while revising their work were so witty and sharp. Their work was incredibly bad, most of the spelling was even wrong. It was quite literally a train wreck, but your quick mindedness kept Harry's dimples on display.

You hadn't even tried to be funny, and you had never experienced someone actually liking what you said and being interested in it. It made you feel weird.

After that, you were sure you would never see Harry again. He was on the rugby team, very popular with the ladies and seemed to have a busy schedule with all the parties he went to. You weren't a stalker, but your roommate couldn't stop talking about him ever since they hooked up somewhere in the first month of uni. She was determined to go to every party Harry went to, as an attempt to sleep with him again, and Y/N had to hear all about it. She was glad her roommate graduated last year, her new roommate was way nicer anyway.

You didn't go to parties. It wasn't like you hadn't tried; you went to three parties in the first week. But that turned out to be the worst decision of your entire life... oh well, that's wasn't the point. The point was, there was no scenario in which you would ever cross paths with Harry again. Except that there was, apparently.

After the summer, fresh in your second year, you entered the auditorium for the introduction class for second years. It was nothing special, just a little welcome back with a presentation on what to expect for this year.

You decided to sit at the front. The louder people usually sat in the back, so you wouldn't be bothered here anyway. You had comfortably taken a seat in the first row, knowing many people would be too weirded out to sit so up close anyway. But about five minutes before orientation begin, you heard the seat next to you creak, and Harry Styles sat down next to you.

"Hi." He smiled at you.

"Hey." You greeted him back, glancing at the podium to see how long it would take for the presentation to start. You hated chit chat, and you knew he could talk a lot.

"How was your summer?" He asked, ever so polite. That was one thing about Harry, he was always nice and sweet. It didn't exactly go with his college reputation, but you also didn't expect any differently from him.

"Oh, just peachy." You said in a bit of a monotone voice, leaning back into your seat, and keeping your eyes fixated on the screen even though there was nothing to see yet. You were in no interest to keep this conversation going. You had chosen the bloody front seats for god's sake!

"Good to hear." Harry grinned at your sarcastic response, turning his head to the podium alike. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about your beautiful face and your ability to give him a stomach ache from laughing all summer. When he saw you sitting alone, he knew it was the perfect opportunity to approach you.

There was about ten seconds of silence, ten beautiful and peaceful seconds. But then it started. That nagging feeling inside of you, and it didn't take you two more seconds before you succumbed to it.

"How was your summer?" You said so softly it could almost be classified as a whisper. Harry's head shot your way, his eyebrows raised.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" You heard the amusement in Harry's tone, and you immediately regretted ever speaking up. You turned your head to him with a fake smile.

"I said, how was your summer, Harry?"

Wow, he liked that.

You had never said his name before, not even when you were in that group project with him. Harry only realized that now that his name fell from your lips. Now, he was definitely going to try and make you say his name more. He liked the way it just rolled off your tongue, even though saying that sentences seemed like a bit of a struggle.

"Why, thank you for asking Y/N! My summer was splendid." He said with an overly excited tone that made you want to push him out of the chair.

"Good to hear." You repeated his words in a murmur. Another few empty seconds went by, and you felt like you had fulfilled your duty. Now you wouldn't have to feel guilty about being impolite, and—

"Yeah, I mean, I went to this surf camp somewhere in Portugal. It was pretty cool. And after that, I went to the Amalfi Coast for a week and a half. Have you ever been to the Amalfi Coast, Y/N? Because I hadn't, and honestly it was even better than I expected. A little touristy though, but I guess that just had mostly to do with the season."

Oh my god. Your face paled. He wouldn't stop talking. Uninterrupted, he kept yapping on and on about this surf camp and the Italian cuisine for three minutes. It were the longest minutes of your life.

But you didn't shush him. You weren't sure why. You knew he was doing this to tease you, but a part of you didn't want to be disrespectful and cut him off. He was the only one who had actually delivered work and showed up to every meeting last year, and he had been nothing but nice to you. So, despite him being an annoying pain in the ass, you decided to just let him talk.

Harry couldn't believe you just let him talk.

He was waiting for you to shut him down, but you didn't. He was able to keep going until the presentation begun. And although you didn't give any verbal input nor did you look at him the entire time he was speaking, he still couldn't believe you let him annoy you without even so much as a death glare. He had never been happier about being ignored.

He kept quiet for the orientation, but it took no longer than fifteen minutes before the presentation ended and everyone was free to go. You took your time with packing your notebook into your bag, mainly to avoid the crowd at the exit.

Harry was waiting until you'd stand up, to walk out of class together, but his friends mobbed him and pulled him along to go and get beer for some king of party that same night. He could've killed his friends. He felt like he blew his shot with you now, but he wasn't going to give up.

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*four weeks later*

You stare at the styrofoam cup in Harry's hands, a bored frown on your face as you look from the cup up at him.

"I bought you coffee." He says. His voice seems relaxed, but there is a hint of stress behind it that you can detect for some reason.

"I didn't ask." You reply in a bored tone, taking the cup out of his hands and taking a sip. Caramel Macchiato. "Thank you."

The corner of Harry's mouth tugs up, and he takes a seat besides you on the park bench. His arm is stretched out behind you, and he turns his entire body towards you. You, however, keep reading your book just like you were doing before he pushed that delicious coffee in your face.

"Y/N." Harry tried to grab your attention, but you keep your eyes fixated on the book.

"Harry." You echo his name.

"You would say we're friends, right?"

"I would not."

"Yes we are." Harry chuckles, but he sounds a bit defensive. You finally look up at him, your face stern as ever.

"I don't think we qualify as friends. Maybe acquaintances." You shake your head.

"We sit next to each other in every class we have together. You like me and we're friends, just admit it, Y/N." He teases. He knows you two are friends, but you are too stubborn to call it a friendship. He also knows that stems from the fact that you haven't had many friends, and thus it is not some kind of way to hurt his feelings.

"I tolerate you."

"You love me."

"You're just lucky I haven't pushed you off this bench."

"There's no point in denying it, Y/N." He dramatically sighs, and you clench your teeth at his toothy grin. You roll your eyes and go back to reading your book. You have learned over the last four weeks that it is best to ignore him. Kind of like a puppy. It stops misbehaving once your turn your back to it.

"So, now that we've established that we are best friends forever, I wanted to ask you a favor."

There we go, you knew there was a catch to this ridiculously good caramel macchiato. Seriously, where did he buy this?

"No." You instantly reply.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask yet."

"If it involves you then I want no part in it."

"Oi! Now that's not how it works, silly! Being friends means you want to be around each other. That's the difference between friends and strangers." He over explains it to you like he would to a child, lightly patting you on your shoulder.

You let out a big sigh, then shut your book and open your bag, getting ready to leave. Harry is being too annoying today; his chipper energy always throws you off. You get up and walk away, taking another sip of the coffee he bought for you. The warm liquid is so smooth and sweet, sugary but just the right amount.

Fuck...

You stop in your tracks, and turn around, walking back to Harry. He is surprised to see you returning to him, and his stomach tenses up out of excitement.

"Where did you get this." You point at the coffee in your right hand. Harry slouches a bit, his legs spread wide. Your eyes accidentally trail off to his legs, but you quickly regain your focus. This is not what that's about— why did you even do that?

Harry, however, has a shit eating grin on his face. He noticed it, the distraction in your eyes. Bingo, he thought. That was his sign.

"Tutor me, and I'll tell you." Harry throws the offer straight on the table.

That's what he came to ask you? Jesus Christ...

"Why?"

"I can't make sense of literature class. I need your help. You're good at writing, I saw the grade you got on that first paper."

He's right, you are good at writing. You've always loved literature and all the theories that came with it. It kind of came with being a loner, you guessed. Or maybe you are such a loner because of your preference of books over people. That thought threw you for a loop, but you quickly got out of your head.

You weigh out the pros and cons of tutoring Harry. You wouldn't ask him for money, because you feel like you know him too well for that. Plus, it just feels like ripping him off, especially when it comes to tutoring literature theories. So what other pros are there besides him bringing you coffee? None. The cons consist of quite literally everything else that comes with tutoring Harry: the free time that you have to dedicate to him, his loud presence, him...

"If you bring me one of these to every session, I will help you." You say, going against your own better judgment. Harry's eyes light up.

Your brain scrambles to understand why you are feeling so opposed to rejecting Harry in any sense of the word, but you can't seem to figure out where the pit in your stomach comes from any time you want to be mean to Harry.

"Really?" He asks in pure disbelief.

"Don't question it, I'll change my mind."

"You're right, you're right." He throws his hands up, a sliver of stress flashing over his face that makes you want lift up the corners of your mouth. Harry gets up and puts his arms around you. You just stand there, one arm stretched out, trying to protect your coffee.

"What are you doing?" You ask, an uncomfortable frown on your face.

"I'm hugging you."

"Well don't. You're separating me from my coffee." You say, and Harry laughs at the strained sound of your voice. He is smiling at you once pulled out of the hug.

"Alright, I've got to split. We'll text about when and where?" He asks, slinging his book bag over shoulder. He turns around to walk away, but he looks back when you speak up again.

"You don't have my number." You say, to yourself just as much as to him.

"Don't worry about it." He calls out and disappears into the distance before you can say another word.

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*5 hours later*

Unknown number:

Hey teach. Told you not to worry about it ;)

You:

Is this the part where I file a police report?

Unknown Number:

If you never want to see that caramel macchiato again, then be my guest.

Anyways, I was thinking about wednesday at 4. That a good time for you, teach?

You:

Not if you keep calling me 'teach'.

Unknown Number:

Right. I'll let you choose another nickname. You have the choice between: buttercup, peanut, or cuddle cakes.

You:

You know what, I'll find that coffee place by myself.

Unknown Number:

Ah, c'mon. I threw cuddle cakes in there especially for you. Personally, I prefer ‘munchkin’.

Y/N? Wednesday work for you?

Hello?

Okay fine sorry, I'll bring the coffee and I won’t call you cuddle cakes.

Please reply, I'm desperate.

You:

Yes, I can see that from the four consecutive texts.

Unknown Number:

:)

You:

Wednesday's fine. See you then.

Unknown Number:

Great. See you then sweet cheeks.

You:

I'm blocking you.

Unknown Number:

Blocking me is blocking the access

to that caramel macchiato.

*seen*

See you Wednesday ;)

[saphiccarma]

- Give me one more chance

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Summary - Agatha and Rio had split years ago, only seeing each other occasionally. It broke Rio to not see her son, but she hopes that maybe there's still a chance to save the seemingly already dead relationship.

Warnings: Some steamy kisses

Rio clenched her jaw as she glanced down at her phone, the time glaring up at her. She bolted out of her seat, grabbing her keys from where they had been thrown, and slipping a pair of shoes on. She was late picking up Nicholas again. Agatha was going to kill her.

It was part of the deal that Rio got him on weekends and Agatha on weekdays so that she could handle school, but when Agatha was swamped with work and Nicholas missed his mami, Rio had him for the week, even if her ex was unhappy about it. (She was secretly overjoyed when Nicholas had cheered loudly at the idea, his hands thrown up in joy as he hugged Rio tightly.) She sped down the streets, anxiously glancing at the time and pressing down on the gas even more. It seemed as if every stoplight was out to get her, each light red just as she arrived.

Skidding into the school parking lot, she slowed to a stop. Normally all the kids waited out in front, but not even Nicky was there, so she parked and headed into the office. There was a woman gathering her stuff up at a desk, a purse dangling from her arm.

"Hi," she greeted, forcing a charming smile onto her lips, "I'm here to pick up Nicholas Harkness-Vidal, just a tad late."

The woman glanced at her, then pointedly to the clock on the wall. She was more than a tad late. Rio couldn’t stop the insurmountable dread and frustration that built within her.

"His mother picked him up," the woman informed, "And she was just a tad late."

The woman stormed past her, not bothering to wait for Rio to leave. Groaning, Rio pulled out her phone, already dreading the conversation to come, but reluctantly clicked on Agatha's contact number. The phone rang for a moment, before she heard it get picked up.

"Rio." Her name was said with apparent annoyance, disappointment evident in Agatha's tone.

She winced, "Hey," she drawled the word, hoping to appease Agatha with a softer voice, "Uhm- you have Nicky?"

"Yes. Because you were late. Again." Each word was punctuated with glaring disappointment, each word making Rio wince even more as she walked back to her car.

"So did you want me to pick him up orrr," Rio started the car, already driving off towards Agatha's house. She missed her kid, so she was going to see him anyway.

There was an audible sigh, "Is my answer going to matter? Cause I feel like you're already on your way."

Even though Agatha couldn't see her, Rio forced a smile down, "Maybe?"

The phone clicked as Agatha hung up and it was Rio's turn to sigh. Agatha wasn't far from the school, that was part of the reason why she picked this school, but it was enough time for anxiety to bubble in her stomach. The few red lights she hit did nothing to soothe her nerves. (It seemed that the day just seemed to hate her with all the stops she had to take). She hadn't seen Agatha in months, the last time being Nicky's birthday.

Still, every time even after their divorce, butterflies blossomed in her stomach when she saw Agatha. Rio had never wanted to divorce. She had tried hard to push Agatha to change her mind, Nicky was only three and deserved both of his parents, but now he had spent five years torn between them. The reason Agatha got mostly full custody was because she was the biological mother. Rio hardly even got the weekend visits.

She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, pushing all the air out of her cheeks as she turned into the driveway. Agatha had a new car, and a carved pumpkin sat on the porch. As she approached, she realized that it had cat ears and whiskers. Nicky did love animals. A few paper bats dangled off strings that she had to push away as stepped up to the door. If her hands were slightly shaky as Rio knocked on the door - she pretended not to notice.

It took a second before the door was ripped open and Nicky's face was unamused, his eyebrows set low and eyes narrowed, but there was a small smile curling at his lips. He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to frown at her.

"Can I come in?" She bent down a little, not giving him a chance to respond before she scooped him up. Nicholas was small, considering he was eight, a lot smaller than most boys his age. He squealed as she flipped him upside down, storming into the house as she swung him back and forth.

"Mami!" he clawed at the arms wrapped around his stomach, squirming relentlessly, but there was a wide grin on his lips.

Rounding the corner, moving on total autopilot, Rio froze when she came face to face with Agatha. The other woman had pursed lips. Rio smiled bashfully, Nicholas still dangling from her arms, while she met Agatha's eyes. Slowly, she twisted Nicky back around and set him back down. Even though he had pretended to be terrorized, her son whined in disappointment with flushed cheeks when she dropped him down.

"Hey Agatha," she greeted, shoving her hands into her pockets.

Agatha nodded, "Rio." Her eyes were blue as ever, almost like ice. Brown hair was pinned up in a messy bun, curls flying everywhere and framing her face wildly. She had her hands settled on her hips and head tilted to the side, utterly unamused.

It seemed even Nicky could sense the tension between the two of them because he grabbed at Rio and Agatha's hands, dragging them towards the living room, not caring for the unsure looks the two women shared. He shoved Rio onto the couch, well more like lightly pushed and Rio sat willingly. Reluctantly, Agatha sat next to her, their knees almost touching but not quite.

Nicky settled his hands on his hips, the perfect picture of his mother, and pursed his lips. He was a perfect mix of the two of them, even though Rio wasn't his real mom, he looked so much like her. She forced a smile down, but only because he looked rather serious.

"You," he pointed at Rio, "should stay for dinner." His brown eyes were filled with hope as he turned towards Agatha, but there was something deeper, almost like he knew everything that was wrong with them and why they were divorced.

"Nicky-" Agatha tried to start, her voice tight. She cast a flickering look towards Rio, but it didn’t last as she smiled sympathetically at Nicky.

He shook his head, cutting her off, and Agatha's eyebrows raised in surprise, "No. Please? We haven't-" His voice cracked and Rio's heart broke, "Please?"

"Please?" Rio turned towards Agatha herself, eyes pleading. It was her best chance to stay, and it had been forever since she had spent time with both of them. Only ever at Nicholas' birthdays, but then they barely talked because Nicholas always had friends over.

Agatha glared at her and that did nothing but make a small smirk curl at the corners of her lips. It was fun to annoy Agatha again. There was a tense moment of silence where Rio could see the gears turning in her ex's head.

After what felt like forever and she was sure Agatha would say no, "Fine."

Nicholas cheered, throwing his arms up, before he doubled over coughing. He always had health issues, ever since he was even younger, but endless diagnoses came up with nothing. They had run test after test. Agatha had screamed at doctors and Rio had to hold her back. Rio had thrown a plate at the wall one time when Nicky was three because she was so annoyed at the doctors.

Agatha reached for him, holding him steady as he wheezed, but Rio was frozen in place. She felt like she didn't belong as Agatha scooped Nicky up, swapping him for her spot on the couch and kneeling in front of him.

"Breathe," she said softly, her hand rubbing along his back, "Breathe."

Rio wanted to do something, but she couldn't as she watched her son wheeze and splutter, his chest heaving with harsh coughs. Slowly, his coughs eased, and his chest stopped rising so harshly, but his breaths were still ragged. He smiled through his pain, his hand darting out to tap Agatha on the nose.

"You little-" she growled, fingers moving from his back to his stomach to tickle at his sides lightly. It wasn't fierce enough to make his breathing grow raspy again, but she could see his chest rise and fall heavily, too heavy to be just from giggles.

"Agatha-" Rio tried to intervene, "He needs to breathe." Concern bubbled in her chest as she watched Nicky try to fight off his mom in jest.

Rolling her eyes, Agatha ignored Rio and continued her attack on Nicky.

"Agatha," She snatched her arm and pulled her away. Annoyed, Agatha ripped her arm away and sent the most piercing glare to Rio that she could manage.

"Upstairs, now." Her voice was low and gravely, not bothering to wait for a response before she stood up and stormed away. Rio would be lying if she said that it wasn't hot.

With a glance at Nicky, who was red-faced and breathless to make sure he was okay, she followed Agatha up the stairs, not bothering to wonder where she went before opening the door the Agatha's room.

She had her arms crossed and looked utterly pissed. Face pinched tight with anger.

"What the hell was that?" she hissed, "He was fine." Agatha licked her lips, slowly, almost as if it was intentional, before going on an entire rant about how upset she was. Each word was punctuated with annoyance and meant something, thought out carefully, but Rio was hardly listening. Agatha's hands, with her slender fingers were gesturing around for emphasis, veiny fingers twisting and turning.

Her lips were moist from how often she licked them, and her brows were furrowed. A few strands of her hair fell loose and framed her sharp cheekbones even more, making them more prominent. Despite her wild movements, she kept her eyes trained directly on Rio. They were so blue, a cold blue that seeped right into Agatha's soul.

"Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" Agatha was somehow closer, she snapped her long fingers in front of Rio's face, "Rio."

Rio smirked, taking a step closer. She set her hand on Agatha's arm and trailed it up, slowly with a coy smile. While Agatha didn't move forward, she didn't exactly welcome Rio's advances either, but that was enough of a win for her.

She was just about an inch taller than the other woman, so Rio leaned down slightly, her eyes already halfway shut. Even though Rio started it, it was Agatha who pressed up and mashed their lips together. The kiss was by no means soft, it was harsh and fierce and everything their love used to be. Rio stumbled back until she hit the wall and Agatha's lips were like fire on her skin.  

She kissed along Rio’s jaw, slow, but intense. Her lips trailed down to Rio’s ear, right by her jaw, and bit down softly, bringing a loud keen from Rio.

“Still sensitive?” she chuckled, her lips all over Rio.

They were down her neck, on her lips, on her nose, biting at her ear, sometimes even on her collarbone, pushing her shirt aside to nip. Whining slightly, an embarrassing sound, she rested her thumbs on Agatha's wrists, her hands cupping Rio's face.

A low chuckle from Agatha, "Desperate as always."

That did nothing to stop the heat from pooling in Rio's stomach and she squirmed against the wall, moving to tug at Agatha's hair impatiently. She wanted more, five years apart will do that to a woman. Agatha kept up her assault on Rio's skin, biting and sucking on all parts of skin available.

"Nicky," she breathed out, the word nothing but a mere whisper in the air. He could walk up at any second and find them like this. Wetness pooled between her thighs, slick and uncomfortable.

The other woman hummed against her neck and licked a long, wet, stripe up Rio's neck. She grew even more desperate as time grew and Agatha grew bolder. A knee was pressed up between Rio's legs and she whined loudly, her mouth snapping shut when she remembered there was a kid in the house. She could feel Agatha's smirk against her neck.

"Y'know," Rio was suddenly breathless, the rush of feelings clouding her better judgement, "What about a sleepover too? I'm already staying for dinner."

Agatha paused in her kisses, lips freezing right below Rio's ear, her breath warm. Anxiety shot through Rio, overwhelming all the pleasurable sensations and she couldn't stop the twitch of her hands in Agatha's hair.

"Never mind, it's stupid," Rio tried to pull away, undo whatever had happened here, but Agatha kept her firmly in place.

"No," Agatha pressed a kiss to Rio's lips, "It's a great idea."

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They both lay breathless in bed, naked and sweaty, an entire mix of emotions prominent in the air. Agatha had spent all of dinner teasing Rio subtly. Maybe it was rubbing her foot against Rio's ankle or brushing her fingers against Rio's skin when passing food.

"This was-" Rio began, but she didn't get very far before Agatha cut her off.

"A one-time thing."

Whatever she had thought happened between them was gone, any happy emotions deflating from her chest. Rio nodded and kept her eyes trained on the ceiling.

"Yeah," she whispered, "A one-time thing." Rio licked her lips, glancing at Agatha. Brown hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves, covering her perfect breasts. Rio was surprised to see icy blue eyes already staring at her. "Nicky he- He deserves two parents." She swallowed thickly.

Agatha looked away from her for a moment before she rolled onto her side and faced Rio. She mimicked the movement, placing a hand underneath her head. Slowly, Agatha reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair away from Rio's face. The movement was intimate, too intimate to match the heated hate sex they had that was all raw feelings, but no talking. It wasn't special, it was like any other hookup.

But Agatha traced the slope of Rio's nose and the bump of her lips before resting a hand on her cheek.

"He does," she agreed softly.

Rio bit down on her lip, looking away, "What if we gave us another shot?"

Heavy silence followed her question and once again Rio worried it was the wrong thing to say. She was already thinking of a way to back track, a way to take her words back, but she didn’t get a chance.

"Yeah, maybe-" Agatha smiled softly, the expression one of the most tender Rio had seen from her, "Maybe we should."

[mianaissante]

FALSE GOD — jujutsu kaisen, g. satoru

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CHAPTER 2

ANOTHER MISSION, another worrying sky. satoru felt himself glint his eyes towards the harsh rays of the scorching sun. a curse yet again has surfaced the streets of tokyo, only this time he was sent to deal with it all alone.

ever since his awakening, he grew stronger, grew farther away from everyone else. it just felt like he was no longer at par with his peers, he was more than that, more than a god.

his days spent used to be filled with joy, smiles from ear to ear paired with senseless jokes that pranced 'round his lingering lips. but now, now that hell became apparent in his world, that he was in fact unreachable, undeniable, and the chosen one,

he felt as though that everyone became distant with him.

he felt alone. suguru left jujutsu tech without a proper word, the event in itself was shocking for a boy like satoru. his partner, his ride or die, he thought they'd be the strongest together, however that fate seemed to wither away like autumn leaves falling with no stop.

flicking the bits of blood off his face, satoru sat down on a bench. a special grade curse was definitely a challenge, but to him it was a breeze.

droplets of sweat skid past down his scrutinizing forehead, furrowed and buried. he has been hesitating, since this morning he has been holding back. his phone rested between his fingers, as if waiting for a message to ping him alert.

he couldn't be much more dependent at a time like this, would a good fuck solve his problems?

satoru shook his head, sighing before cupping his face with his hands decorated with deep cuts as his elbows sat on both his thighs.

if there was anything he hated more, it was feeling vulnerable.

“ yo.”

his head rose, eyes which hid from his glasses stared at the shadowed figure in front of him. “ [name].”

her name danced along his tongue like a sweet melody. it was as if he had been dying to say her name for so long. he quickly rushed and sat properly, giving the girl space in doing so.

“ what brings you here?” he smiles, “ missed me already?”

“ please satoru, don't pleasure yourself with those thoughts. i came here to go shopping, and i figure you were just sent to exorcise a special grade?” she rolled her eyes, a lollipop between her plump lips.

he chuckled in his seat when she sank down beside him, crossing her legs swiftly while leaning with her left hand for support. “ would 'ya mind if i get a taste?” she faced him with an annoyed expression.

“ why do i have to share everything with you?” but even if her words said her protests, her fingers enveloped the plastic handle of the candy, pulling it out of her mouth. [name] licked the lollipop before placing it on the younger's lips. “ here,” she hummed and faced the tree in front of them.

“ tastes sweet.” he states the obvious, and she knew he'd say something naughty right after, “ but it's sweeter because you licked it, baby.”

“ again with those petnames, toru.” it wasn't anything weird to her though, it just felt new. the first time those petnames ever came from his lips was when they were hooking up in a public restroom before exorcising a curse in the area. it was a time when they were still new in this arrangement, confused as to how they can successfully pull it off.

she wondered how easily he can say such words to her, as if he had really loved her. [name] never imagined she'd be able to say them the same way he can, sex with him was delightful, it felt like home with how perfect they fit together, but it can never be a reason for her mouth to call him petnames other than his own. or atleast that's what she thought.

satoru grumbled with a tease fluttering stained in it, “ you never complain when i fuck you, [name].” this is exactly what he needed, her. satoru wasn't feeling himself lately, relentless and his mind was always away. she was the needed rest that satoru ever oh so craved.

he could've sworn he'd seen smoke burst from her ears, seeing how red she had become from outmost annoyance. “ that's 'coz i can barely say shit to you when you do.”

“ right, right, keep saving yourself, baby.” which earned a hard beating on the back of his head.

“ oh?” [name] adjusted herself back, shocked she had even be able to hit him. “ you dropped your infinity?”  he hummed with closed eyes, the lollipop still in his mouth.

“ i trust you too much, [name].” satoru took the lollipop and glided it along her lips, sliding it back inside her mouth. she held his hands with hers, she knew what was going to happen next.

after all, that's all she was to him.

his eyes were telling her something only both of them know, it glimmered the same way that night. she gulped, her tongue licking her dried lips.

“ wanna fuck?”

and she could never deny him, for as long as she hated the parameters of this damned relationship, she also loved how easy it was.

how easy she could be herself with him, how expressive she can become with him. it felt like she was reclaiming everything that was taken from her, she felt empowered.

“ time and place doesn't really matter to you now does it, satoru?” he grinned and shook his head, “ are you down or what?”

the girl sighed beside him, “ not here, there's kids.”

“ pussy much?”

“ horny much?”

“ yeah..” his words almost breathless, he didn't care that he was covered with sweat and she didn't mind that he was. even if he was beat down tired with sweat, he still managed to smell nice. it was addicting, his scent was a drug to her, she could spend all day lapping on his mouth, bruising his pretty plump lips with hers, decorating his face with her red lipstick.

without a word, she pulled him to the nearest restroom, leaving her shopping bags on the ground. that could wait, she guessed.

“ need healing?” a brown haired girl sneered at the sight of her friend's disheveled figure. although the said curse was a breeze, it did land a punch strong enough to cause internal bleeding in the ivory haired boy's chest.

satoru sat himself on the edge of her bed, sighing, “ yeah, whatever shoko.”

she walked towards him with a cigarette between her fingers, “ take those clothes off first dumbass.” the latter soon followed, wincing a little from stretching his arms out to remove his uniform.

shoko blankly stared at his body, eyes squinting at the sight of it. “ when did you find the time to fuck someone right after fighting a special grade curse, satoru?”

“ ah shit, i forgot to wash these off..” satoru sheepishly smiled, his hand cupping the back of his neck. “ seriously, you handled that with broken ribs?” she couldn't believe him and placed the cigarette in her lips.

carefully, she hovered her hands against his chest, “ so who's the girl?” curiosity settled in the pits of her stomach, the red lipstick spread across his milky skin looked familiar, it looked like the same lipstick [name] had worn out today.

“ like hell i'd tell you,” he rolled his eyes, feeling the aftermaths of his sexcapades with [name]. “ all done!” she got up and took the cigarette from her lips, “ don't move that much, i'm telling ijichi to not set you out for missions just yet.”

“ you discredit me too much, shoko.”

“ i certainly do not, what would happen if your injuries had been very grave? it's better to play it safe, satoru.”

he hummed at her words, not knowing what to say. “ and i know that's [name]'s lipstick stained on your body, satoru.”

the ivory haired boy's lips gaped, eyes widening which then turned soft. “ how come you know?”

“ we shop together you idiot!” she grunted, throwing a box of tissues on his face. however it did not touch him at all. her tense figure relaxed a little, but her eyebrows were still furrowed.

“ whatever you have with [name] right now, you better end it. ” and then she exited the room casually, “ i'm taking a puff outside.”

satoru felt on edge himself as he sat on the plush of her bed. was the thing they were doing hurting [name]? it wasn't like he'd be able to end it so suddenly, they spent two years adjusting and knowing each other closely.

as much as he could've ended things earlier than he wanted, even if he was met with an opportunity to do so, he didn't think it be an easy thing to give up, to give her up. it was as if she memorized every part of him that she knew him beyond what his own eyes can brew.

it was something that couldn't be forfeited, it was something special.

[rainisawriter]

Protector – Ito (PSF #30)

Ficography

Genre: Fluff, angst, slice of life

Prompt: Self-Worth/Self Love (@flufftober)

Word Count: 4,103

Pairing: F Reader x Ito / F Reader, Stepbrother Magoroku

World: High&Low

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Magoroku blinked dumbly at his mother who sat across from him at the small kitchen table. It took him a moment to register the information she had just given him and, when it did, all he could manage to utter was a, “Huh?“

She gave him a scolding look, folding her arms over her chest. “Will you please pay attention? This is important.”

“I am listening,” he scowled, “But this is a joke, right?”

“No, I’m being serious. They should be home soon and you better behave, Magoroku. She’s not only being ripped from her life, but she’s being plopped into a new country. She needs our support.”

His brow furrowed as he slid down in his seat, watching his mom get up to make tea. How the hell was he supposed to feel about this? He had only just begun to accept Mark as his stepdad and now he has to accept that he has a step-sister? Not only that, but said sister is now going to live with them.

This was his home, his safe space, and it was now being invaded by not one, but two people. He knew his mom was counting on him to make her feel welcome and help her, but he had no desire to do so. He’s not a babysitter.

‘She probably can’t even speak Japanese,’ he scoffed, blowing a large bubble with his gum. It seemed to pop angrily, mirroring how he felt.

Meanwhile, you were feeling extremely nervous as your dad drove toward the apartment complex where you’d be living from now on. You had always dreamed of living in Japan, but now that it was happening… you didn’t feel confident that you could handle such a drastic change.

Your Japanese wasn’t great, just enough to get you through a Jdrama without subtitles, and that worried you. Then there was your new family. You had spoken to your step-mom on the phone before and she seemed really nice, but what if that was just an act to appease your dad? Then there’s the issue of your new brother. 

You knew nothing about him aside from his name and your brain was cooking up all kinds of scenarios, none of them good.

Mark glanced at you, patting your knee. “Relax, kiddo. They’re going to love you.”

“And I’d they don’t?” you questioned softly with a frown. “What if they hate me? I don’t want to be responsible for you getting divorced… again.”

“Hey,” he frowned, glancing at you again. “Your mom and I didn’t get divorced because of you.”

“Sure…” You didn’t want to argue with him, already stressed out, but you refused to believe you weren’t the cause. Your mom had told you many times that you were the reason. Apparently, you were supposed to be a ‘fixer’ baby, the final attempt to fix their marriage. According to her, though, you only made things worse.

You let your forehead fall against the cool glass, a sigh passing your lips. You weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or scream… or both.

As the car pulled up to the building, you noticed the two standing outside. Maka smiled warmly when she saw the car, not hesitating to head over so she could greet her husband. Magoroku didn’t move, hands stuffed into his pockets as he glared at a tree off in the distance. To you, he looked terrifying and mean.

Rather than approaching the driver’s side, Maka came to you. You shivered when she opened the door, the cold autumn air hitting you despite the hoodie you wore.

“Welcome home,” she told you softly, stepping back so you could slide out of the car. As soon as you were out, she pulled you into a warm hug which you hesitantly returned. “How was your flight?”

You hesitated, searching for the proper words. “It was… okay.”

“I’m sure you’re tired.” She rubbed your upper arm before turning to her son, her voice rougher. “Magoroku, take her inside and show her to her room.”

The male scowled, reluctantly doing as he was told. He motioned for you to follow without waiting. You quickly grabbed your book bag from inside the car before rushing after him, gripping the strap tightly. He said nothing as you followed him inside and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak first. You honestly felt like an invader, an unwelcome guest who was forcing their way into someone else’s home.

“Your room,” he pointed at a closed door, not sparing you a glance before disappearing into the room diagonally across from your own. You stood there for a moment before hesitantly entering the room. It was a pretty basic bedroom, having just a bed, a desk and a dresser with walls painted a faded white.

You sat on the side of the bed with a sigh, falling back to stare up at the ceiling. A new chapter of your life had just begun and you were honestly terrified. You had no idea what was in store for you. Part of you was glad to be away from your mother because living with her brought only stress and constant arguments.

You were worried that the same would happen with your new family because you were convinced that you were the problem and not your mother. You released a shaky breath, closing your eyes. No matter what happens, you decided to do your best not to be a burden on them.

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Weeks turned into months but not much changed. You remained reserved, holed up in your room so you didn’t get in anyone’s way. You avoided your new brother like the plague, something Maka had taken notice of since she was home more often than her husband. She didn’t like it and encouraged her son to interact with you more, advice that he promptly ignored.

She knew you were struggling, not just because of your new environment but also because of the damage your mom had inflicted on you over the years. It was the main reason Mark had asked Maka if you could move in with them. He was worried about the way you were being treated.

When Maka first heard about the things your mom said to you, she was shocked. Granted, she understood being frustrated with her child and saying things she regretted later during arguments, but the things your mom said to you was way too far.

Though she had hit you only a couple of times, her abuse was primarily mental, wearing you down with insults. She would order you to do something only to complain that you did it wrong and she would constantly call you lazy and make you feel worthless. You did your best but it was never enough.

Maka wanted to embrace you, to lift you up and let you know that you are good enough, that you’re not worthless, but she had no idea how to do so. She had been hoping that her son would grow to love you and would be able to help, but he had no interest in you or creating a bond with you.

Maka glanced up when she heard your door open, listening to your feet on the wooden floor. The kitchen where she sat was directly in front of the front door so, when you stopped in the doorway to slip your shoes on, she stood up and called out your name.

Your head snapped up, eyes wide as if you had just been caught doing something wrong. “Maka-san,” you quickly bowed, swallowing nervously. “I thought you were at work…”

“I got off early today,” she smiled, keeping her tone soft. “Where are you off to? Do you need me to take you somewhere?”

“I was -” you stopped yourself short before saying, “I was just going for a walk.”

It was only partly true. Though you did want to get some air, you were mainly going out to try and find a job. You felt guilty living like a freeloader though Maka had insisted on this being unnecessary and you knew if you mentioned this, she would scold you again.

She hummed and you honestly couldn’t tell if she believed you or not. “Well, if you’re going out already, can you do me a favor?”

“Of course.”

She quickly scribbled something onto a piece of paper and handed it over to you along with a small wad of cash. “Magoroku forgot to take this with him this morning. Would you be a dear and take this to him? These are the directions to his school.”

You bit your lip, wanting to flat-out tell her no, but you couldn’t. You had invaded her home, you didn’t pay bills and you rarely did any housework. She was asking you to do this, what right did you have to say no? With a forced smile, you accepted the paper. “Okay…”

“You should be able to find Suzuran without any trouble, but feel free to call me if you get lost.”

“Sure…”

“Thank you, dear.” She offered you a smile before heading down the hall toward her bedroom.

When she was out of sight, you frowned, shoving the money into your pocket before heading out the door. Sure enough, the school wasn’t too far from the apartment complex though you were instantly overcome with a sense of dread as soon as you saw it. You would have thought it was abandoned if not for the hoards of boys standing around, fighting, yelling and laughing.

‘This can’t be the right place…’ you swallowed hard, looking down at the paper in your hand. You even input it into maps to double-check. It was the right place.

A guy took notice of you, standing up to his full height. “Oi, you lost, girlie?”

You tensed up, feeling much like a deer caught in headlights. Your lips parted but your brain couldn’t seem to form words.

He quirked a brow at you, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he approached you. “You’re a foreigner, ain’t cha? Can’t speak Japanese?”

“I-I can…” you replied, cursing at how soft your voice was. You knew from all the delinquent anime you’ve watched that guys like this won’t hesitate to pounce when they sense weakness. 

“This ain’t the place for someone like you, girlie. Run along,” he raised his hand, waving it in a shooing motion.

Your brain struggled to find the proper words to explain why you were there. Though you intended to explain, what came out was simply, “Yamaguchi Magoroku… san.”

“Magoroku?” he replied in surprise. “What do you want with him?”

“His mom…” you started, shifting nervously as you glanced at the group of guys behind him, all watching you. “She asked me to deliver something… to him…”

He hummed, sizing you up for a moment before nodding. “Follow me.”

You hesitated, alarm bells ringing inside your head. Like always, though, you ignored them and slowly followed after him. The group of boys waited until you passed by before following behind you. Even if you wanted to run, you couldn’t now.

A boy was slammed into a locker nearby, making you jump in surprise before closing the distance between yourself and the blonde. He led you through the school, ignoring the strange and curious looks the other students were sending your group. You kept your head down, eyes focused on the back of the blonde’s shoes.

He came to a sudden stop in the courtyard. “Oi, Ito. Where’s Magoroku?”

You slowly lifted your head, swallowing hard at the sheer amount of students that filled the area, all looking tough and cruel. Movement caught your eye and you looked up, meeting the calculating brown eyes of Kamui Ito, standing atop a wooden platform. 

You felt your face heat up as you ripped your gaze away from his. ‘He’s so pretty…’ You suddenly felt very self-conscious, cursing yourself for not running away.

“What do you need with him, Yosuke?”

Yosuke jabbed his thumb toward you. “She says she’s here for ’em. Mentioned his mom.”

You shifted nervously under his gaze, listening to the sound of him jumping down and approaching you.

“I’ll take it from here.”

Yosuke shrugged, patting you roughly on the back as he passed by, leaving you with Ito. You suddenly felt very vulnerable and you didn’t like it.

He watched you for a moment, suspicion clear in his eyes. When he noticed the fear lingering in your eyes, his gaze softened. “What do you need Magoroku for?”

‘Even his voice is pretty… who gave a delinquent the right to be this pretty?’ You cleared your throat, keeping your gaze lowered because you couldn’t handle looking into his eyes. “I have something for him… from his mom…”

“How do you know him?” He tilted his head to the side. “I’ve never seen you around here before.”

“I…” Your lips parted but you stopped yourself with a frown. You really didn’t want these people to know that you were related to Magoroku and you doubt he wanted anyone to know, either. “I’m a friend… of the family…”

He gave you a scolding look, hand on his hip. “You shouldn’t lie, especially when you’re no good at it.”

Mercy chuckled from where he sat atop the wooden platform, lounging on the couch. He tugged his sunglasses down so he could peer at you over them. “Don’t be too harsh on her, Ito. She’s clearly a foreigner.”

Ito frowned though it was hidden by his mask. As he observed you, he felt a tug at his heartstrings. You looked so small and uncomfortable, like a rabbit that was surrounded by hyenas. You clearly weren’t a fighter and his gut told him that you weren’t a spy, either.

“Forgive me, I -“

“Oi!” Magoroku’s yell echoed through the courtyard as he pushed his way through the crowd. His eyes were filled with anger that was directed right at you. “What the hell are you doing here, huh?”

You winced at his tone.

When you didn’t answer, he scowled. “Are you dumb? Do you really lack that much awareness? You shouldn’t be here, idiot.”

For a moment, you thought he might actually care about you and that made you feel more at ease.

“If anything happens to you, mom will kill me!”

The words went straight to your heart, piercing it like tiny arrows. ‘Oh… right… of course he doesn’t care. Why would he?’ It hurt a lot more than you had expected it to, tears stinging your eyes.

Ito noticed this and frowned, taking a step closer. “You’re being too harsh, Magoroku.”

“Stay out of this,” he snapped, eyes never leaving you. He reached out for your arm but you flinched away, unaware of the surprise that flashed through his eyes. It was gone as quickly as it had come, though. “We’re leaving.”

The last thing you wanted was to be alone with him. You quickly pulled the money from your pocket, shoving it against his chest. “Your mom asked me to bring you this, I’m sorry for bothering you!” You bowed, unable to hold back your tears any longer. 

With a curse, you rushed away, pushing your way through the assembled crowd.

Magoroku blinked down at the money in his hand, brow furrowed. When your words clicked in his brain, he groaned, realizing what had happened. He had to wonder what his mom was thinking. Suzuran was a dangerous place, especially for someone like you. 

“Oi, wait a minute!” He cried, taking off after you but you had already disappeared. “Damn it.”

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You fell onto the swing with a tired sigh, resting your head against the cold chain. You had been walking around for hours in an attempt to find your way back home. When you left Suzuran, you hadn’t been paying attention to where you were running. All you wanted was to get as far away from the school and from Magoroku as possible.

You hated people seeing you cry, something that happened more often than you’d like simply because you cried so easily. It didn’t matter if you were sad, angry or hurt – if the emotion was high enough, it was enough to make you cry.

Your gaze lifted to the dark sky above, dozens of tiny stars shimmering faintly in the darkness. The night was surprisingly quiet, interrupted only by the occasional bark of a dog or the roar of a motorcycle in the distance. It was getting colder out and you were thankful that you had worn your hoodie. You were regretting your choice to wear shorts, though.

Magoroku’s angry face flashed through your mind, bringing a frown to your lips. ‘I bet he hates me now. Well, I suppose he hates me more now, I guess. Maybe I should have stayed with mom…’

“Hey, cutie~”

Your body tensed up at the flirty voice, head snapping toward the guy who was slowly approaching you with a sleazy grin. From the way he was struggling to walk straight, you assumed he was drunk.

“What’re you doin’ out here alone, huh?” he slurred, dark eyes glassy.

You quickly stood up, backing away from him.

“Aw, don’t leave me, cutie! C’mere~” He reached out to grab you but a hand wrapped around his wrist, making him cry out in pain. “Who the hell’re -“

Ito’s eyes flashed angrily as he rushed forward, bringing his knee against the man’s gut. He cried out again, legs giving out beneath him. He curled up into a ball, sobbing about taxes and the lack of love from his mother while he clutched his stomach.

Ito shook his head, hand on the small of your back so he could direct you away from the man. He could feel how tense you were, bringing a frown to his lips. He believed it was simply fear that made you this way, completely oblivious to the fact that it was his close presence that was the true cause.

“Are you alright?” he questioned softly. 

You nodded, not trusting your voice. He was so close to you that you could smell his faint cologne and the scent of his strawberry shampoo. It took everything you had not to lean into his touch. 

“Let’s get you home, your family is worried.”

You frowned, lowering your head. “I’m sorry…”

“What for?”

“My dumbass got lost,” you chuckled softly, but it was bitter. “I caused trouble for everyone because I couldn’t do something simple. I’m sorry for bothering you…”

He wasn’t sure why, but something snapped within him. He turned so that he was facing you, hands on your shoulders to keep you in place. “You didn’t bother me or anyone else and you’re not a dumbass!”

You flinched at his tone, trying to pull away. He held you tighter at first before coming to his senses and letting you go.

He tugged the mask from his face, voice softer this time. “Will you look at me?”

You slowly lifted your eyes, feeling the breath leave your lungs. Your heart raced within your chest, face burning. You already found him to be an extremely pretty boy. Without the mask, though, he was stunning.

He smiled softly at you, warmth in his brown eyes. “You’re not a dumbass, you’re just new to the area. It makes sense that you’d get lost.”

You managed a nod, unable to look away from him. You had never felt this way before, especially not toward someone you had just met. What was this man doing to you?

“You should be kinder to yourself,” he spoke softly, his words catching you off guard. 

It was enough to knock you out of whatever spell he had you under and you scoffed, finally able to look away. “Self-love isn’t really my strong suit.”

He frowned, hand on his hip as he observed you.

You shifted nervously, feeling as if he could read you so easily and you hated it. “Um… if you tell me where to go, I can find my way… probably…”

“I’m not letting you go alone,” he chuckled softly. 

‘Of course, he doesn’t trust me because I -‘

“And not because I don’t think you can handle it alone. I want to make sure you’re safe.”

Your eyes widened, snapping to him in surprise. “How did you -“

With a smile, he gently took your hand in his, tugging you down the street. “If self-love isn’t your strong suit, then I’ll just have to teach you until it is.”

Your face burned once again, eyes focused on where your hands were connected. ‘So soft…’ You failed to understand how a delinquent who’s clearly no stranger to fighting could have such soft hands.

Ito squeezed your hand gently, prompting you to meet his gaze. The warmth and kindness lingering there honestly surprised you and you wondered if he treated everyone like this. Did he feel the same strong attraction to you as you did to him? You doubted it, but it was a nice thought. 

“Can I ask you something?”

You blinked at him but he had turned his face away from you so you couldn’t see his expression. That also meant he couldn’t see your nod. “Sure…”

He hesitated, biting his lip. “Never mind.”

This brought a frown to your lips, sparking your curiosity that you simply couldn’t ignore. “What is it?”

Coming to a stop, he turned to face you, a light dusting of pink across his cheeks and nose. “Are you… dating anyone?”

That is definitely not the question you were expecting and you felt your face heating up again. Why was he asking this? A small part of you hoped that he liked you, but you weren’t one to get your hopes up. 

“No,” you replied softly, shaking your head.

A smile slid onto his lips, eyes lighting up. “Good.”

What did that mean? Before your mind could come up with negative thoughts, a familiar voice broke through the night.

“Oi!” Magoroku came to a stop in front of you, hands on his knees. He was breathing heavily, breath coming out in thin puffs of smoke. 

This made you frown, guilt settling in your gut. How long had he been looking for you? ‘Did Maka-san scold him? Did she stop him from coming home until he found me?’ “Magoroku-san, I’m so-“

He threw his arms around your neck, holding you tightly to his body. You blinked dumbly, body tense and mind unsure how to process this information. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, squeezing you tighter.

“Eh?” You blinked again, filled with confusion. You had no idea why he was apologizing. Shouldn’t he be yelling at you? Scolding you for making him waste his time?

Magoroku pulled back, a frown on his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry… for being a dick. I can’t believe mom sent you to Suzuran, that was so dangerous. What the hell is wrong with that woman?”

Ito chuckled at his frustration. “Clearly, she wanted the two of you to bond.”

“Clearly, she wanted to frustrate me,” he scoffed, pausing for a moment. “Oi, Ito?”

“Yes?” He was smiling brightly, feeling happy though he wasn’t entirely sure why.

“Why the hell are you holding my sister’s hand?”

Both of you flushed with embarrassment and you tried to pull your hand away but he just held it tighter. You honestly felt overwhelmed by everything happening – Ito’s presence and warmth, being caught holding his hand and, more importantly, the fact that Magoroku just referred to you as his sister. It was the first time he had done so.

The brunette lifted his head, staring the older male in the eye with a surprising level of determination. “Because I’m her protector.”

Both you and Magoroku stared at him in disbelief, unsure what to say.

Ito just smiled warmly at you, tugging you past your new brother and in the direction of your home. His fingers laced through your own before tugging you closer and you bit your lip to stop the goofy smile from spreading across your face.

“O-Oi! You just met her!” cried Magoroku, stomping toward the two of you.

Ito winked at you before starting to run, taking you along with him. 

“Get back here, you brat!”

Rather than acting afraid, he just laughed. It must have been infectious because it didn’t take long for you to start laughing, as well. It was the first time in a very long time that you felt truly happy and without a care in the world.

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Back to Square One (06)

Stan slowly opened the door with a nervous smile to greet Butters' confused face. The blond took a step in and slowly closed the door, looking at the fist-sized dent before looking back at the still-fuming Kyle. He wasn't sure if he should be mad or concerned, and his friends' apparent emotions were not helping him in the slightest.

"Why the hell would you invite her?" Kyle spoke slowly, venom dripping from each word. "You know what happened, what she did..."

Butters decided on an emotion as he replied. "Because you're being ridiculous, Kyle. Not to mention, an asshole."

Kyle opened his mouth to defend himself, but Butters continued. "You're still mad over something that she didn't even do when we were in elementary school! You know that she didn't do everything Eric said back then. Both of you know that."

"I mean, I am a little surprised you still have full trust in what Cartman said... I didn't read that deep into it. Even Butters didn't read that deep into it," Stan spoke up. "Like, dude, I know you had a huge ass crush on her back then, but its time to move on."

"I'm not even justifying that with a response, dude," Kyle retorted, rolling his eyes. He walked out of the bathroom without another word and made his way to the door into the hall, ignoring Butters' shouts about the wall.

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"Is everything okay?"

I quickly wiped my eyes and glanced at the person who had taken a seat next to me. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I looked at her dark hair and clothes, her eye makeup precisely sharp to match her dark, ethereal aura. I was surprised that she was checking on me, especially since I was never close to her in school. She usually just hung around the other kids in her group...

I let out a small sigh before responding. "Yeah, I'm good. Just, needed a minute away from... all of that..." I gestured back to the door behind me, and she nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, I was leaving to get away from the noise. I live right above him. When you go back in, can you ask him to turn the music down? I can't even hear my own over that... pop and rap and all of that."

I couldn't help but smile a bit, seeing that after all these years, she had hardly changed. She moved to stand again, satisfied that I at least claimed to be okay. I had one question on my mind, though, that I needed to get out before she left.

"It's Henrietta, right? We went to school together." She nodded, cocking an eyebrow as she looked at me.

"I'm surprised you know my name. I mean, all your friends would only ever call me 'goth girl' or 'one of those goth kids.'"

I let out a slightly uncomfortable laugh. "Yeah, well those friends are the reason I'm out here, if that makes anything any better. I'm sorry about that." I paused. "I'm curious, did you ever hear about... me?"

Henrietta nodded and shrugged. "Yeah, what Cartman said about you? I would imagine everyone heard it." I let out a sigh before she continued. "Not that many people really cared though. I mean, a lot of people really hated you guys already and could genuinely not care less about all the drama you had. I mean, didn't you all make another kid get deported to, like, Peru or something in elementary school? I think that was probably worse than all your little Dungeons and Dragons drama that was about."

I let out a less uncomfortable laugh. "Well that was before I was friends with them, I can't speak on that."

Suddenly, Bebe came crashing into the stairwell, narrowly avoiding taking a tumble down the stairs. She sat down criss-cross applesauce in between me and Henrietta before frantically speaking.

"What happened? What did he say? What did he do? Do I need to kick his ass? You would hide a body, right Y/N?" The blonde rattled off questions, her slurred speech making it a little hard to understand. "Oh, hi goth girl!" she finished, receiving a sharp elbow in her side from me.

I sighed before responding, tears of frustration stinging my eyes as they made their reappearance. "I mean, it was what I expected to happen. Kyle would still rather believe that asshole instead of hearing me out. I'm tired of having to be the only mature one here. If he wants to act like I'm an asshole, then fine, I'll be an asshole. I'm just so over this."

Bebe's face softened. "Oh, honey..." She thought for a moment before standing up and pulling me to my feet as well. "Come on, Y/N, we're going back in now! You are not going to sit out here all night upset over something a man thinks of you. That's what we're not gonna do! We're better than that!" She began pulling me back to Butters' apartment. I shot a look back to Henrietta and mouthed a quick 'thank you' before following Bebe. I wiped my eyes and stepped back into the LED lit apartment, pretending the whole interaction with Kyle never happened.

Before long, Clyde stumbled his way over to me and Bebe, his words almost incomprehensible from how badly they were slurred. The only thing I could make out was that Butters had taken our car keys. I let out an overdramatic groan before pushing my way through the slowly dispersing crowd to find my key thief.

"Oh, hey, Y/N," I hear Butters say from inside the bathroom where he was standing, staring at the door. I stepped in to see what exactly he was looking at, and I looked at him confused.

"Kyle punched the door... Yeah, I don't know what happened, but he ended up leaving."

I nodded, agreeing that it makes sense. I was just about to ask about the keys when I heard Wendy calling for Stan briefly before he appeared in the doorway.

"Yeah, he's pissed. I don't know how I made him so mad." Stan glanced over at me, and he raised an eyebrow. "I thought you left, Y/N."

I frowned, simply saying 'no.' I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for him to respond with something to try and put me down, but he surprised me.

"I'm sorry. About all of that, I mean. Kyle can't handle his liquor and he tends to get angry easily when he's drunk too much."

My face softens just slightly as I nod. He spends a minute talking to Butters, offering to pay to fix the door before he makes his way out of the apartment with Wendy and Kenny. Butters shakes his head, bringing himself back into the moment as he smiles at me.

"You, Clyde, and Bebe are staying here tonight. I don't trust any of you driving right now."

I frown but reluctantly give in, making my way back out onto the couch to sit with Bebe, watching the rest of the crowd slowly but surely depart.

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Forbidden Crush - Severus Snape

Request; Ooo can I request marauders era severus snape smut. The reader is James twin sister and a part of the marauders(for fun, you can choose her animagus/nickname). Obviously, the marauders can't stand Severus, including you, but that's only to hide the crush you've always had on him. You've hid it because you were scared of how James would react(spoiler he wouldn't be happy but he does love and support his twin) and Severus was hung up on Lily. Everything comes out when you're partnered with Snape in potions class and the subject for the day was amortenia

Summary; Having a crush on the one person your twin despises, but also the person who has a crush on the same person as your twin wasn't easy. Y/N always hid it well, but when Professor Slughorn introduces amortentia in their Potions lesson, everything changes.

Another day, another time the boys bullied Severus. I never joined in, and neither did Remus due to being a prefect. My reasoning was different, I'd had a crush on Severus ever since I met him.

There was no way I could do anything about it, James hated him far too much, he'd never accept it. So I decided to do what I could, which is to try and stop them bullying him.

It wasn't easy, and hardly ever worked, but I had to try.

"You really should stop bullying Severus." I said, mainly to James and Sirius. James frowned, they hated that I even used his real name.

James chuckled slightly. "Why would we ever do that?"

"Well, one there is always teachers somewhere, and you're bound to get caught sometime. In fact I'm surprised you haven't been already." Sirius went to talk, but I carried on. "Secondly, James have you already forgotten who Severus is friends with? Lily Evans. I know you like her. How do you think she's going to feel about what you do to her friend?"

"But he's just annoying."

I rolled my eyes at his response. I'm really not sure how we were related, much less twins.

"I'm not saying you have to be friends with him, or even like him. You could just pretend he doesn't even exist." I suggested. "That way, you don't have to deal with him, and Lily doesn't see you as a bully."

I'd tried this approach before, but it's never worked. I at least have to try.

"This is boring anyway James." Sirius sighed, turning away from Severus. "It's not fun when Y/N tells us off."

James diverted his attention to Sirius, and I took the chance to gesture Severus to run whilst he could. He got my signal and left, looking confused. I saw Remus raise an eyebrow and I just smiled innocently.

"Well boys, unlike you I want to be on time for Potions, so I'll see you there."

I headed off in the same direction as Severus had gone, we have potions together. As I walked, I heard Remus in the distance, apparently coming to check I wasn't gonna blab.

"What do you really want, Remus?" I asked, knowing he was aware I never told. Well, if I got them to stop anyway.

"You told Severus to run, why?"

"Remus, I do that every day. You just managed to catch me today." I told him. "I don't like the bullying, and they would have started again if he stayed. Also, I meant what I said about Lily, I've heard Severus talk to her."

Remus didn't looked shocked. "I've tried to tell James, but he doesn't listen." He sighed.

"On his own head be it." I shrugged. I walked away, as Remus headed back to the others.

I got to Potions to see five free seats. Four together, and one next to Severus. I thought about going next to Severus, but changed my mind. If Remus catches on, it'd be hell.

Thankfully, Remus sat near him when he arrived, leaving me with James, Sirius and Peter. I knew Remus wouldn't bully him, so I was content.

Professor Slughorn announced we would be looking at amortentia today, a potion that smells different to everyone, it smells like the person you're attracted to.

The boys didn't know this, as they never study, and I wasn't about to tell them, as we were asked to say what it smelt like to us. I smirked, Lily is also in this class, maybe James can be made a fool out of for once.

"This is such a strange smell, I bet the first person to get it would be rewarded." I said, knowing how much James liked looking good.

James shot his hand up in the air, and proceeded to describe the smell, matching Lily perfectly. I sniggered, as he had no idea what he'd said. Most of the class knew, including Lily, who looked less than impressed.

My snigger must have caught attention, as I was asked to describe it also.

"Oh sorry sir. It smells like fresh parchment, cinnamon and chocolate."

I looked up to see Severus looked confused, and Remus looked shocked. Shit, I was so distracted with making James looking stupid, I'd described Severus.

It was at that point, Slughorn decided to tell everyone what it meant, James didn't even care looking as cocky as ever.

In a minute, I knew he'd figure out what I'd said, so I tried to excuse myself, but it was too late. Sirius was smarter than I'd thought.

"Snivellus?! You like Snivellus?!"

"Don't call him that." I said, glaring at Sirius.

"You do, don't you?" James did not look happy. "That's why you get us to stop bullying him."

"That's something you shouldn't do anyway. Besides, at least I'm nice to him, and realise he isn't into me. Lily has never been into you, and never will be."

I grabbed my bags, apologised for being disruptive, and stormed off.

I heard footsteps following me. It was Severus, I stopped at looked at him.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." I told him. "They just make me angry."

"You, uh, didn't embarrass me." He said quietly.

"Look, I know you like Lily, it's fine, don't worry." I smiled at him.

"Actually, uh, I focused on Lily, because I didn't think I'd have a chance with you. Being James' sister and all."

I looked at him shocked. "Wait, what?"

"I like you Y/N, you're kind, funny, smart, you stick up for others. Always helping out."

I stopped the list by kissing him.

"I don't care what James said, I want this." I told him He smiled, and kissed me back.

I saw James approaching, he'd obviously seen what just happened. I sighed. "Let me deal with him."

Severus nodded. "I'll be just over there."

I headed over to James. "Before you start, I am old enough to make my own decisions, and yes, I like him. This is happening and I don't care what you say. If you bully him from now on, you answer to me."

I'd learned everything I knew from James and his friends, so he knew I'd get them back.

"Is this really what you want? It'll make you happy."

I nodded. "It will James. And he won't hurt me."

"He better not." He sighed. "I'm not happy about it, but I guess I want you to be happy, just don't flaunt it around me, okay?"

I smiled, giving James a hug, before heading off to Severus.

"Let's go." I smiled, taking his hand in mine.

[casspurrjoybell-25]

Cold as Ice - Chapter 13 - Part 2

*Warning - Adult Content*

Wren Ridley

There was a reason I rarely ever went to my own brother's hockey games, several actually.

It was cold, there were too many people packed in there and it was boring.

So when Stella all but begged for James and I to go to Brown's first scrimmage, my immediate answer was no.

She only wanted us to go because she knew Jess would be there and instead of just asking to go with her like a normal person, she wanted to casually bump into her and act like she didn't know she was going to be there.

"This shit is so boring," James complained, leaning back in his seat on the other side of Stella, she glared at him.

"It hasn't even started yet."

"Then they need to hurry up," he said with a yawn.

"Is Jess even here or are we here for no reason?"

"She'll be here."

"And why couldn't you just come with her?" James asked.

"Because she needs us as an excuse to be here so Jess thinks they're just running into each other by accident," I filled in for him.

"You play too many games Stella," James said.

"Almost as many as Wren."

Stella flipped him off and directed her attention to the ice.

Both teams had taken to the ice for warm ups and I had kept my gaze away from them, despite the urge to search for Landon among them.

I hadn't seen him since last week at the coffee shop and I was kicking myself for letting that bother me.

I should've been happy to have him out of my life but instead I felt strange, an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach taking over me at the thought of never seeing him.

It was disgusting, it was wrong but part of me didn't care.

Eventually, my eyes did land on Landon.

He was standing to the side of the net and shooting pucks into it.

He looked focused and poised.

"Oh, fuck me," James groaned, curling up in his seat and hiding his face behind his hand.

"What's wrong with you?" Stella asked him.

I tore my gaze from Landon and looked around, grinning as I saw the reason for James's outburst.

"Something's telling me it's because Anthony is right over there," I said, nodding toward where Anthony sat with his friends.

"Oh, no, why would you think that?" James sarcastically replied.

"Hello my favorite barista," I called out, causing Anthony to turn around.

He glanced at me and Stella, then to James with an unreadable expression, before giving a slight wave to Stella and me and turning back around in his seat.

"I hate you so much," James hissed, under his breath.

"What? I was just saying hi to the guy who makes my amazing lattes every morning."

"Oh my God," Stella exclaimed, throwing out her arms to grab onto James and me.

"Jess is over there. I'm going to go walk around and see if she sees me."

With that, she stood up and left us.

"We could just leave," James suggested.

"No, I think I'd like to stay," I replied, causing James to shoot daggers at me with his eyes.

"You're an asshole," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

I just grinned at him and the game started a few moments later.

I wasn't a fan of hockey but I noticed everything Landon did on the ice.

The way his feet moved faster than everyone else's, the shots he took being harder and more precise than players on both sides and the way he shook his head when he took a shot that was stopped, looking like he was cursing under his breath and when he scored, he barely even celebrated, just nodded a couple times while his teammates embraced him.

Brown University ended up losing the game to Providence college three to one, not that it matter much to me, or at all.

Stella had sat down with Jess after bumping into her and the two animatedly spoke through the entire game while James sat on his phone and I watched Landon like my eyes were glued to him.

James and I met Stella outside where she stood with Jess and her friends apparently waiting for their hockey friends to exit the building.

"Can we go now, Stella?" James impatiently asked.

"Just wait a sec, James," she said, not looking away from Jess.

I sighed and leant back against the building, crossing my arms over my chest.

"So, we were planning on going to this gay club after the game," Stella told Jess.

"We were?" I interjected.

"And you can come with if you want," Stella finished, ignoring me.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Jess shyly asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh No. You should definitely come," Stella assured her, reaching out and grabbing her hand.

"Oh and Landon, you should come too."

My eyes snapped over toward the door where Landon had just walked out of, his hockey bag slung over his shoulder.

His hair was damp from having just showered, the ends of it sticking to his forehead.

"What?" Landon asked, glancing at me briefly before looking back at Stella.

"Come out with us tonight," she said.

"We're going somewhere different."

Landon opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted when one of his teammates called his name.

"Reilly," the guy called out.

Landon walked over to Jess and Stella, ignoring his teammate.

"Sure, let's go. Can we go now?" he asked.

The girls didn't think anything of his reply before starting to lead him to my car.

Landon followed behind them and I quickly caught up to him.

"What happened to never seeing me again?" I asked.

"Shut up," he said, not even looking at me.

"You seem to be in a rush to get out of here."

He glared at me.

"Can you not be an asshole for one night?"

"Not sure. I've never tried."

Landon only responded by shaking his head.

When we got to my car, I took his bag and threw it in my trunk while Jess, Stella and James got into the back seat.

"Do you even know where we're going?" I asked Landon, the two of us bring the only ones still outside.

"It doesn't matter," he said, opening the passenger door and getting inside.

I was sure his attitude would change once we arrived.

I grinned at the thought and got in the car.

[casspurrjoybell-18]

The Vanilla Scented Rogue

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 5: Rogue and Vanilla

B E N E D I C T - S T A P L E T O N

They all deserved to die, they all deserved to feel pain in their last moments alive. They all deserved to be hated, to be known as the most despicable species alive and as I sat in my chair studying the male in front of me, I could only see him as one of them. It didn't matter that his rogue scent was somewhat hidden because his natural scent, the scent he would've had if he was never a filthy rogue, the scent I could only describe as vanilla, wasn't the only smell that emitted off him. I doubt anyone else could smell the vanilla scent radiating off of him and I would've liked to have that privilege because the only reason I smelled the vanilla scent he emits was because I was his mate.

I was this rogue's mate which meant his scent was heightened for me and for me alone and I hated that fact with my whole being. I didn't want to smell the vanilla scent he still somehow held. I wanted to smell the boy like how everyone else smelt him, I wanted to look at him and smell a rogue so it would be easier to discard our bond. I didn't want a scent to make me actually like a disgusting rogue but my wolf was howling for him, he wanted me to make the boy ours, he wanted me to ignore the fact that the boy still smelled like rogue. Impossible.

"Brother."

I turned my head, my eyes catching on my sister who was tasked with bringing the rogue to me. Apparently, my mate was the only rogue who got captured by my warriors. Most of my mate's brethren were killed during the attack because they couldn't defend themselves against my warriors but I was told some did end up escaping the attack that they had started.

The only thing that calmed me at the moment was the fact that although some escaped, not many did or would even survive the night with the wounds they were given. I trailed my eyes over my mate's body before realizing there was a blood stain on his shirt. He looked to be in pain because of the no doubt nasty wound hiding beneath his shirt.

'Good.'

The rogue in front of me was the only rogue that was taken because he was unconscious and was deemed not a threat, so my warriors decided it would be best to bring him here so I can get answers out of him but I wish he was killed last night so I didn't have to see him today.

"Sit," I said through gritted teeth.

My sister smiled at me as she walked my mate to the seat in front of my desk. I watched as she let my mate sit down on the chair, making sure he was situated before coming to stand by me.

'Remind me to throw that chair away later,' I mind-linked my sister who continued to smile at the male in front of me.

'Be nice, brother,' she answered me, not taking her eyes off my mate.

"Name?" I sighed, as I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

He didn't answer me, he simply continued to sit in the chair as he looked down at the ground.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be," my sister spoke, softly.

"Micheal," he eventually spoke, lifting his eyes from the floor.

"Micheal what?" I sighed again, looking into his tired eyes.

"Micheal Davis."

His eyes quickly darted back down to the floor, as he answered me.

"Where is the rest of your pack located?" I asked, as I wrote down his name.

"We don't have a camp set up, we were just passing through."

"So there's was about fifteen members of your pack, including you?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Because there were eleven dead bodies and my warriors said about four or five people escaped."

"Yup," he said shortly, not moving his eyes off the floor.

I looked over at Beatrix who had her eyes trained on Micheal, her eyebrows knit together.

"Will they come back for you?" I asked, looking at Micheal from the corner of my eye.

"No, they probably think I'm dead," Micheal said, looking up and looking at me with a straight face.

"They won't come back now with such low numbers," he spoke in a quiet voice, like he knew they wouldn't come back for him but at the same time, he couldn't believe that they wouldn't.

I ran a hand through my hair before turning away from Beatrix, my attention solely on Micheal.

"Fine," I say, shortly before picking up my cell-phone and dialing my Beta.

"You wanna do this the hard way? We'll do this the hard way."

"Hey, Sammy," I spoke, as soon as he picked up.

"Hey, Benny," he answered. I growled at the nickname, which made a chuckle escape his lips.

"What's up?" he spoke casually.

"I need more warriors patrolling the edge of our land," I spoke with my eyes trained on Micheal.

"In one specific area or do you mean to assign more warriors all around the perimeter?"

"Assign more warriors all around the perimeter," I clarified.

"I also need a few groups of warriors to go outside our territory and hunt some Rogues that are nearby and tell them, I'll be joining them."

"Alright," my Beta said, before ending the call.

I stood up from my chair, before walking around my desk and standing next to my mate.

"I don't believe a single thing that has come out of your mouth, Micheal."

I bent down, speaking into his ear.

"I will find the rest of your pack and I'll kill everyone you have ever loved, then I will kill you."

I smiled and he shivered as my breath hit his ear, his lips pressed tightly together.

"Set a date for his execution," I spoke as I stood up straight.

"Because I doubt it will take long for us to find his pack and exterminate them all."

I smiled as I walked out of my office that now smelled like a mix of rogue and vanilla.

[displacedarchon]

Side Quest Chapter 16: Do You Remember, the 1552 Year of the Sixth Astral Era?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44147433/chapters/116844337

With Hypnos bored, perhaps now they know who Himi is. Maybe? What other explanation could there possibly be?

“While our friend is otherwise engaged at the Hall of Flames, I’ve some news.” Thancred sat adjacent from Minfilia, sliding her a glass of water across the table. She raised an eyebrow, motioning for him to continue. “Right, well. While you and the other Echo wielders were investigating Ul’dah, I was sent word regarding Himi’s claims about that secret lab.”

    “Oh?” Minfilia leaned closer, eager to hear the report. Thancred could only sigh as he shook his head.

    “Unfortunately, it didn’t end up being the lead we’d hoped for. As far as they’re concerned, no one has been there in at least five years.”

    “Five years! But that’s-”

    “Roughly how long it has been since the Calamity, aye.” he hummed.

    “Pray, I must inform you of a curious thing she asked me; she doesn’t remember it.” Minfilia frowned.

    “Truly? Not at all?” He beggared to believe it.

    “Not at all.” Minfilia confirmed, shaking her head. “Many have mentioned it around her the past couple of weeks, but she confessed that she does not know what they spoke of. And even when I described the events to her, she was just as lost. Not a single memory stirred, and not even her Echo pried into my memories.” She frowned. Thancred crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat.

    “That’s a hell of a thing to forget; even if she remembers little from prior to us dredging her out of the water, that’s… not the slightest inkling? Gods, does she even know what year it is?”

    “I didn’t think to ask, but I would not have been shocked if she had said no or gave an incorrect date.” She sighed, holding her arms close to her body. “I feel so terrible for her. Her whole life, just gone! As if it never happened. I must confess, I keep praying the Echo will give me hints to her past. But there’s never anything, as if she’s simply empty!”

    “I’m sure there’s a logical reason for it all. There has to be. Even if she was wrapped up in Carteneau, but then again… perhaps such an event would be enough to wipe one’s memories completely if even those not present can’t remember the faces of the Warriors of Light. I’m becoming even more and more convinced that she’s one of those faces we can’t remember. Ah!” He sat up suddenly. “Hang on, I’m a fool! I recall a remark she made offhandedly the other day. She’d asked if we’d met before, because someone had apparently implied we had. That conversation changed so abruptly, I’d completely forgotten until now.” He snapped his fingers, feeling foolish for forgetting.

    “Truly!?” Minfilia sat up in excitement. “But that would also mean...!”

    “She ran into someone who recognized her. Someone who lacked the decency to stick around to explain, or perhaps was killed.” He rested his chin in his palm, pondering the situation. “But she did not say who had implied it; so I wonder if perhaps she doesn’t remember who, or simply had become distracted by us. Ah. Teasing each other.” His face turned a tad pink.

    “Teasing?” Minfilia blinked, tilting her head to the side. “Well, I’m happy to see how easily you two get along!” She flashed a coy smile. “Perhaps further evidence that you two knew each other, and she is indeed one of the Warriors of Light whose faces we’ve all forgotten.”

    “Sorry to pry, but I couldn’t help but overhear that last bit. Who are you thinkin’ might be one of those Warriors of Light?” Momodi slid over, eyeing the two.

    “Keep it on the down low. I’d hate to get anyone’s hopes up only to dash them later; but we think it might be Himi.” Thancred quietly explained.

    “Seven hells!” Momodi raised her arms in surprise. “Really? Honestly though, it’d make a lot of sense… now I hadn’t said anythin’ on account I didn’t know what was goin’ on with her and I didn’t want to pry or upset her. But when she first showed up here with Van, Resin and Tamru and gave me her name? She was already in the ledger. At least, I’m fairly certain it’s her.” Momodi hummed. “First name, Claire, with a nickname of Himi. Now, there was a few extra letters that were smudged out, I’m thinkin that whole name was Himitsu? But I’m not too sure. But bugger all, there wasn’t a last name.”

    “Isn’t Claire the last name she’s currently going by?” Minfilia turned to Thancred for confirmation.

    “Aye. So Claire is perhaps her real first name, and the other is a nickname she picked up somewhere. Himitsu? Hmn. Sounds like a Doman word, though I’m unsure what it means.” Thancred mused. “Momodi, I don’t suppose records are kept regarding comings and goings?”

    “I was about to get to that; now, I didn’t think much of it at the time, but the last time she was here was about five years ago. Well before the date of the Calamity, mind you.”

    “That has to be it!” Minfilia stood up. “Thancred, she and that Ascian, Hypnos, clearly have a history! He’s implied as much, but she doesn’t recognize him. Though I cannot say where she’s been or what she’s been doing for the past five years, I’m almost certain now that she’s one of our lost and forgotten friends from Carteneau. Perhaps she was dealing with him prior to the Calamity; and put him on the back burner until everything was sorted out. Consider how strong she is already; and she’s said she has six job stones.”

    “Six? FWOO. That’s an experienced adventurer if there ever was one. Even Van only has, what, three now?” Momodi whistled.

    “When we return to the Waking Sands, we must show her the mask shard and ask her a few hard questions. I suspect the memory loss and the reasons she tumbled into Limsa may be the fault of Hypnos.” Thancred allowed himself to feel a little bit excited at the possibility.

    “Oh Thancred...” Minfilia’s eyes watered. “It seems so likely, and yet, I am afraid to hope...”

    “Regardless of whether or not she is,” Thancred smiled, “She’s our friend now. And if we aren’t her past, I daresay we’re certainly her future.”

    “Yes, of course! I do not mean to sound as though who she was to us in the past is more important than the present; though I do still wish to find the answers, for her sake.”

    “As do I.” He smiled, reaching over to give her shoulder a squeeze. No one noticed Tamru lingering in the stairwell that lead to the Inn rooms, twitching his ears and scrunching his nose in disgust.

    Himi entered the Quicksand some minutes later, patched up and cleared by a healer. She joined Thancred and Minfilia at the table; but before she had much of a chance to update them on the crates, Hypnos appeared in the center of the tavern in an elaborate flourish.

   “Are all the important people here? Good! I’d hate to repeat myself; congratulations! You’ve won. Yaaay!” He clapped his hands. “I wasn’t expecting a pickaxe to the core, but it was an enjoyable solution. Granted, I could keep playing and normally I would, but the powers at be are demanding my efforts elsewhere. So this is goodbye, for now! Though, a parting gift!” He held up a job stone; one for a white mage. “This, my dear, is yours.” He grinned as she jumped to her feet. “Now, now, I’m not just going to hand it over. No, I’m going to hide it somewhere. And you’ll have to find it!” He flashed a cheeky grin before vanishing.

    “That fucking douc-”

    “Don’t worry, Himi.” Thancred gripped her shoulder. “We’ll help you look for it.”

    “Hello, Lord Gaius! I know you don’t know me but I need a favor, though bonus incentive for you, could be leverage later!” Hypnos slapped the white mage stone into Gaius’s hand. “Hold on to that, hmn? Belongs to a missing Garlean child who most certainly will become a problem sooner rather than later. Don’t tell anyone you’ve got it though, hush-hush! She’s desperate to get it back, so I’m sure you can use it to manipulate her whenever she becomes too much of a thorn in your side, toodles!” He wiggled his fingers before vanishing.

    “... Ascians.” Gaius mumbled, eyeballing the stone before tucking it away. He’d rather just destroy the thing; but Hypnos had a point. Could be excellent leverage. He paused again. “Wait… how could she possibly have the ability to…”

    The stone being with Gaius meant, of course, that it was nowhere to be found in the city. The realization that Hypnos did not specify where he’d hidden it, dawned on them around nightfall. As disappointing as it was; they concluded that the search would certainly take some time as it could be anywhere in Eorzea, at best. Himi bemoaned her luck as they returned to the Waking Sands with Van, Resin and Tamru, rejoining the Non-Echo Scions in the solar where they eagerly awaited a first hand recounting of the day’s events. Thancred and Minfilia left out their suspicions regarding Himi’s identity out, opting to wait till she’d shuffled out of the room to get some food before saying anything.

    “Pray, everyone, wait a moment.” Minfilia called to the others, and so they remained.

    “What is it, Minfilia?” Yda wiggled.

    “Thancred and I spoke much regarding a certain matter. Though we dare not get anyone’s hopes up, lest of all Himi’s, so I say this to you all now, as a means to help solve the issue once and for all, and that it does not leave this room.”

    “I assume this has to do with the mystery of who she truly is.” Y’shtola’s ears bent back as she peered curiously.

    “Indeed.” Minfilia nodded, taking in a deep breath before she continued. “We have reason to believe that she may be one of our forgotten allies and friends; one of the aptly named Warriors of Light presumed lost at Carteneau.” She exhaled. Jaws dropped and silence fell at the theory. Urianger quietly tapped his temple, not entirely convinced, but he kept his own theories to himself. For now. Yda wiggled in excitement as Papalymo sputtered.

    “Now that is indeed quite the claim!” Papalymo blinked. “Pray, enlighten us as to how you came by such a theory.”

    “Yes, I too, am curious how you came about that idea!” Y’shtola rapped her knuckles against her cheek. Thancred and Minfilia exchanged glances and nods, before jumping into the lengthy path that led them to believe she was indeed one of the forgotten. They all listened intensely, Urianger especially, and once the information exposition was over, Yda wiggled again.

    “Well, I’M convinced!”

    “I dare say you’d be convinced if they gave no other explanation than ‘just a feeling’.” Papalymo snorted. “Mind you, I can’t think of any other possibility. Despite the missing information, like say, where she’s been the past five years, everything points to her having been one of them.”

    “I agree.” Y’shtola hummed. “T’would be strange indeed if she were anything, anyone else.”

    “We must reveal and bequeath unto her the mask shard Thancred retrieved.” Urianger proclaimed. “She did not list it as a missing possession, but she had it on her person, regardless. Perhaps how she reacts upon seeing it, or doesn’t, will illuminate certain truths.” He paused. “The date she believeth to be, we should inquire that as well.

    “I agree.” Y’shtola nodded. “Pray, I can go collect her while you fetch the shard, Urianger.”

    “Yes, you two do just that. We will be here.” Minfilia nodded, heart racing.

    “I’m going to smell nothing but that gross sludge for weeks, I swear!” Himi overheard Arenvale proclaim as she picked at the last of her food. Miserable still, over her unfound stone and in desperate need of a distraction. So she was grateful when Y’shtola came to collect her and eagerly followed her back to the Solar. Though she couldn’t help but feel a little worried when they entered and everyone was staring at her with eagerness. Had they found her stone?

    “Pray, forgive us the alarm, friend, but can we ask you a few things?” Minfilia clutched her chest.

    “Suuurre?”

    “What’s the date? Well, the year at least.” Y’shtola tilted her head to the side, studying Himi’s perplexed reaction.

    “It’s uhm…Year 1552 of the Sixth astral era.”

    “Seven hells!” Thancred sputtered, taking a step back.

    “By the twelve!” Minfilia clutched her chest. “My...my friend, oh no!”

   “What? What?” Himi looked around at the concerned room; regardless of whether or not she was one of the Warriors of Light, that was one hell of a gap. Even Tamru flicked an ear in sympathy.

    “Tis year five of the Seventh Umbral era. You haven’t just lost your memories, you are five years off!”

   “B-but! That doesn’t make any sense! I....” Something itched at the back of her mind as the panic made a home in her chest. Thancred calmly approached her.

    “Maybe this can help? This was on your person when we found you in Limsa. You’d dropped it, but never asked for it back, so admittedly, I had completely forgotten about it.” Thancred told a little white lie. “But do you recognize it?” He handed her the shard, and she eyeballed it curiously, focusing on it to distract from her internalized fear.

    “Looks like a shard from a black mask?” She held it up to inspect it, and, with the way it caught the light, she saw a glimpse of her reflection, and it was all over. Her Echo went wild, and she clutched her head with one hand as her other gripped the shard. She was so bombarded with visions, sounds, smells, that she couldn’t sort any of it out. As if the memories had to be rearranged to be completely out of context, then looped on fast forward. Only one memory was clear enough for her to hold on to; her staring down an Ascian in the laboratory; there were others with her, but she couldn’t see who.

    “Should you still be here, as the moon falls?” The Ascian challenged her. Someone reassured her she could leave, and thus, she ran. Or was she the one who had said…? Either way, next she realized was that her head was in Thancred’s lap, as he sat on the floor. Y’shtola was tending to her, and the others had crowded around. Van flicked an ear curiously as he tried, and failed, to not look as worried as everyone else.

   “Fuck ow.” she mumbled groggily.

    “Language, young lady!” Papalymo scolded her. Y’shtola scooted to the side as Yda sunk to her knees next to Himi, grabbing her robes for a moment before plopping her head onto her shoulder. And well, started crying.

    “Oh gosh, some context, please.” Himi glanced up at Thancred, bewildered.

    “You’re alive! You’re alive!” Yda grabbed Himi’s collar in excitement and shook her gently.

    “Yda, please! Control yourself!” Papalymo wagged a finger. “I’m just as happy as you are, but we need not rattle her brain so much!”

    “Did... did I die?” Himi glanced around, still completely confused. Thancred beamed from ear to ear.

    “Remember how I said we’d figure out who you were, and where you came from?” He brushed her hair out of her face. “Well, happy to report that you were one of us. And all these years, we thought you lost at Carteneau.”

    “Whhaaaat?”

    “Truly, my friend!” Minfilia wiped a tear from her eye. “Although there’s much we’ve forgotten, all evidence points to such; you are one of the Warriors of Light who fought for the realm, five years ago! One of our dear friends, we feared we’d never see again.”

    “Even if we don’t remember your face;” Y’shtola piped up, “Now that we are certain of your identity, especially with what you were spouting just now, I assume the memories may slowly trickle in. Either way, tis a relief to see you alive.”

    “Oh, that’s exciting! Even if confusing. But mostly exciting!” Himi tried to sit up, but her head spun. “And. Dizzying.”

    “It’s been a long day. Let’s get you to bed.” Thancred scooped her into his arms. “I’ll be right back.”

    “I’m sure you will.” Yda giggled.

    “... Alright then, you can carry her to bed.” Thancred flattened his expression, plopping Himi into Yda’s arms.

    “Me and my big mouth.” Yda mewed, but shifted to get a better grip on Himi, regardless. “Oh well! Come along then, Himi! I’ll even read you my favorite bed-time story!”

    “Oh fuck yeah, I love bedtime stories.”

    “Language!” Papalymo wheezed, watching Yda as she scurried out of the Solar with Himi.

    “Papalymo is right, I think. Those two are going to be quite the handful.” Thancred crossed his arms, quirking a brow.

    “No more than you two are, when you’re together.” Y’shtola flashed a cheeky grin as Minfilia giggled.

    “What? Himi and I always behave ourselves when we’re alone!” he protested.

    “When you’re alone? I didn’t say when you’re alone, I was referring to the constant jabs you two make at each other when in the same room. Pray, clarify,” Y’shtola rapped her knuckles against her cheek. “Do you two spend much time alone?”

    “Yes, we’ve spent a bit of time to- No! No, wait, no! Not like that! Definitely not like that. Why I barely know her!” He sputtered.

    “Oh, when has that ever stopped you before?” Papalymo flattened his expression. “And I dare say you probably know her better than a stranger, since we know now that she’s-”

    “One o’them Warriors o”Light from Carteneau?” Jacke was taken aback. “Guess it ain’t too far-fetched, but I’m feelin’ like he’s ignorin’ half o’the intel I gave him.” he snorted, crossing his arms. “Naw, sha, it ain’t sittin’ right by me. Ain’t sayin’ she couldn’t’ve been there… it just… somethin’s missin an I mean t’find out just what sort o’ taradiddle is bein spun here.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Anyway, thanks fer lettin me know, and thanks for agreein’ to help with this whole contest mess with the Yellow Jackets.”

    “I couldn’t stand another night in the desert. Really needed some fresh air as it were.” Van flicked an ear. “So tell me what ye got so far.”

[vancehopperenthusiast]

Maybe I'm your soulmate || Robin Arellano || Part three

summary- you reschedule your library time with Robin to go on a date with Bruce, maybe it wasn't a game of oreo after all

tags- rain, someone is a huge dick, once again jealous robin teehee,, minimal Finney and Gwen content ):, I fucking hate oreo

CWS - cussing per use

Robin rushed inside the school, avoiding as many people as he could. The rage he felt inside of him was fucking crazy. He didn’t know why exactly he felt this way, but it was horrible. Less than a day ago you guys hated each other. Maybe it was because you were friends with Finney. Robin cares about all of Finney's friends. If Finn holds something dear to him, so does robin. It just works that way. He saw bruce on his way to class and almost exploded right then and there. He thought about saying something, but what if he just embarrassed himself? He shrugged the thoughts off and walked into class and slouched in his seat.

The bell had rung almost thirty seconds ago and you rushed into class, your hair was wrecked and your face was flushed. Robin looked at you curiously and waved you over. You took notice and walked over beaming. “Hey, what happened?” the rather tall boy asked as he sat up. 

You looked away bashfully, “All I'm gonna say is bruce met me in the student bathroom.” Robin was confused for a second, but then it all clicked, holy shit. A deep pit in his stomach hurt him, a lump in his throat formed, and a very strong hatred for bruce Yamada formed.

He scoffed and directed his attention to the teacher who was talking about something he didn’t care about too much. As much as he tried to focus on the subject but the only thing he could think about is how Bruce was all over you less than an hour ago. It made him so angry for no apparent reason, maybe he was just upset because ya know, it was a game of oreo or something.

Right yeah, that makes hella sense. When the bell finally rang you turned to him quickly, “Hey uh wanna meet up around 7?” he looked at you confusedly, “Why not five?” 

“Yeah me and bruce are going to the bowling alley to hang out at five, so see ya then?”

“Yeah sure see ya then.” he rolled his eyes and walked off. Of course, you were going on a date with him that made sense. Bruce was the “it boy” every girl was head over heels for him, hell he even knew a few guys who were. It's unimaginable how many people would kill for a chance like that. 

After school, he didn’t even bother waiting for you and the Blakes. You were probably gonna walk home with bruce so not like that mattered.

Once he got home his mother stopped him, “mijo, I thought you were going to the library right after school, what happened?” 

“Sorry mama, I’m going later she’s busy with her boyfriend” robin huffed shrugging his backpack back onto his shoulder, looking off into the distance. His mother looked confused, she grabbed his shoulder and looked into his eyes, “ma what’re you doing?” the brunette barely had time to process what was happening before he was engulfed in a hug. 

“Oh amor, I’m so sorry, there will be others” robin was confused, pushing his mom away he shook his head, “no mama it’s not like that! We’re barely even friends. I just wish she would have told me sooner so I didn’t have to reschedule so much.”

His mother laughed, “you don’t do anything after school. Reschedule my ass. It’s okay to be jealous over your crushes boyfriend”

“Mami she’s not my crush I don't like her!!” anybody with a brain could see how robin was denying his feelings. He didn’t know what his feelings were. The only person he’s ever dated was tabby Gibson in second grade and she moved away because everyone said she had cooties.

“Sure dear okay.” his mother ruffled his hair and walked off into the kitchen.

It was about an hour before seven, robin had sat there since he got home from school. Just rotting away in his bed. Thinking of nothing in particular.

He was about to get up and get ready, maybe comb his hair a bit and put on s’more deodorant, but his mother's voice rang through the house, “Robin! Someone is on the phone for you. Says it's important.” 

Robin walked down the steps, turning the corner to the kitchen slowly, he took the phone from his mother, slowly and gently putting it up to his ear. “Hello?” 

“Hey Robin, can I come over?” your voice was dry and you were sniffling. “It’s raining, you can’t walk over here”

“Please rob, please,” you begged, although the words could barely make it out your throat. His heart fluttered at the nickname, he figured it was important, “sure yeah okay. The address is 7741 on second street okay” he mumbled,” okay thanks so much’ you sniffled through the phone before hanging up.

It was probably about the project if it was really important you would’ve gone to Finney or better yet Gwen. She gave the better advice out of the two. It had been about ten minutes before you showed up, robin swung open the door.

And there you stood, looking like a wet dog, eyes glossy, nose running, and hugging yourself. He was stunned, why would you come here if you were upset? ‘Hey come on in.” he moved out of the way for you to walk in and swiftly shut the door when you did. “I’ll get you a towel. Stay here’’ he rushed off into the bathroom, and there you sat, dripping wet. “ Hey, here you go. I brought some clothes for when you dry off if you don’t wanna just sit in wet clothes all night.” he handed you the towel and sat the clothes on the head of the couch waving you over. 

You sat on his couch and for the first time in a minute you spoke up. “It was a game of oreo.” your voice shook as you spoke and robin immediately knew what you were talking about. He sighed and hugged you gently, “I'm so sorry N/N”

“It’s fine, I'm gonna go change real quick and we can I dunno, talk or something.” you smiled and walked to his bathroom, towel still wrapped around you as you shivered. it was a pair of unopened boxers and a huge ass black teeshirt. You threw the clothes on and put the towel in the laundry hamper.

“Rob, what do I do with my other clothes?” he looked over and blanked for a minute, you were wearing his clothes. Not like he hadn’t given them to you but still. “Oh you can put them in the laundry hamper  in,y room, upstairs then you take a left and it’s the first door.”

You pretended to understand the directions and walked upstairs. Once you found it, it was a lot cleaner than expected. Some action figures were side by side on a bookshelf, full of horror novels. Some comic books however were sprawled across a corner where a bean bag resided. His bed was messy like he had been laying in it not too long ago. You tossed your clothes into the hamper and walked back downstairs. 

“Do you have a blanket I can use?” 

“Yeah you can use this one.” he grabbed the blanket he was previously using and tossed it over to you. “We can share?” you scooted closer to him, practically laying on his chest. His face was flushed, “yeah sure” he tried to say calmly but a voice crack proved him wrong, you giggled wrapping the blanket around you two.

“So why’d you call me instead of Finney or Gwen?” 

“You were already on my mind, so why not.”

His face once again flushed. “Right, so what happened.” 

“Well we went to my place after school, and we hung out for a little. He was normal the entire time, but when we got to the bowling alley, his friends were there and he was like “ha got ya bitch, it was a dare” you sniffled, your nose still running from the rain and crying for hours before.

“What a dick.” robins jaw tensed, “yeah but whatever. Anyways how was your day?” he couldn’t tell you that he had laid in bed all day sulking, “yeah I just read” 

You snorted, “nerd” reaching up to his face to push up some imaginary glasses. he rolled his eyes, ‘shut up” a few

 moments of silence passed

He was gonna say something but just as he opened his mouth, only, you wouldn't hear him because you had fallen asleep. Soft snores escaped your mouth unwillingly, he grinned, looking up at the ceiling he sighed. Relaxing and trying his hardest to fall asleep too.

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Miraculous fic recomendations!!

This is just an excuse to show all my bookmarks? Yes. Yes, it is. I'm pretty sure most of this fics are really popular, but try see if you find something you didn't knew about!

All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don't put the author's tumblr is because they didn't put it in the fic or/and I couldn't find it.

Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

knowing you by emsylcatac (they are not really the author of the fic but that's the account that says in the fic, the actual author doesn't have an account).

After dropping their transformations months ago, Marinette and Adrien see each other for the first time after being apart. They've both left too much unsaid and have to work to pick up the pieces of their confused hearts.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal but mostly ladynoir, light angst with happy ending.

the last day on earth by Reiaji

The first time Marinette sees Chat Blanc, she's fourteen years old. The second time, fifteen—the third time, seventeen.

The closer she grows to Adrien, the harder it is to save him.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, kinda heavy angst, hopeful ending.

tell me something i don't know by carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)

Do you think it still means something? To love someone, even if the universe said you had to?

The odds of having a soulmate are about negative one billion (or something like that). But somehow, like they always have, Marinette and Chat Noir find themselves together. They’re ready to finally tell each other everything, but it turns out that even soulmates have to keep secrets, and while their bond draws them together, duty forces them apart.

Chapters: currently 17/28 (WIPs can be exhausting but this one is 100% worth the wait!)

Mostly marichat but almost all of the lovesquare sides make an appearance, soulmates au, mostly fluff but it can get angsty if it wants to.

One Thing After Another by SKayLanphear

Marinette notices that, sometimes, Adrien acts a little out of the ordinary--like the time he stood in a cardboard box for no reason, or when he actually hissed at Nino. It's only when she starts to notice the similarities between Adrien and a certain feline that she begins to get suspicious.

Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn't.

Chapters: 15/15

Mostly adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, miraculous side effects (by both sides wich is really cool!), it's fluff with a lil tiny angst for drama.

This would take some getting used to by Codango (@codango here on tumblr!)

Adrien peeked out from behind the chimney even as the magic of his own Chat Noir mask fell away.

She was still visible, her dark hair bobbing under the street lamps a couple blocks away.

“Marinette.”

Adrien blew out a confused breath. His fiery Ladybug… was the quiet little mouse who sat behind him in class?

“What. The.”

This… would take some getting used to.

Chapters: 8/8

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Adrien's part, awkward flirting, just fluff, nothing to worry about.

comfort food also by Reiaji!

In Marinette's house, cooking is a language of love, and Marinette loves Adrien more than most.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette with a little of ladynoir, super super fluff, a lot of insight into Marinette's chinese heritage.

The right side of his face by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette here on tumblr!)

Marinette and Adrien are able to remain in their new seats in the back of the room at the end of Chameleon.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette, fluff with light angst.

it's a long way forward so trust in me by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk here on tumblr!)

“You’re not the only strong one around here, Chat,” Marinette said. She looked a little winded, but she wasn’t struggling to hold him up.

This close up, he could see the freckles on the bridge of her nose. He could see how that smug smile lit up her eyes. He could feel the strain of her arms—and wow, okay, he really wasn’t the only person around here with muscles.

Six times Marinette carried Adrien (plus one time he carried her).

Chapters: 1/1

All the sides of the lovesquare! Fluff with LOTS of mutual pining.

a fight that you were born to lose also by aloneintherain

When the prosecution starts throwing around the word victim in reference to Adrien, he has to stuff his hands under his thighs to keep himself from bolting out of the courtroom.

Adrien had felt unsafe during those last few weeks, but, until he had woken up and seen Father silhouetted in his bedroom doorway, that had only been paranoia. Father was controlling and cold, but he wasn’t hateful. Adrien was isolated. He was often hungry. And some weeks ago, when he had snuck out to visit Nino, sitting thigh-to-thigh on his bed while Adrien cried in that silent, crumbling way of his, he hadn’t argued when Nino put a hand on his shoulder and said, tentatively, That’s abuse.

But Adrien remembers being small and Father touching his hair after he’d aced another test; Father holding his scribbled drawings like they were something precious, and framing them around his office; Father, dressed as Hawkmoth, his eyes wild behind the mask, lashing his sword against Adrien’s baton; Father, collapsed against Mum, crying into her ashy hair.

Adrien finds out Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Gabriel gets to bring his long-waited plan into action.

Chapters: 1/1

This one doesn't really focus in the ship that much as is an Adrien character study and an exploration of his relationship with his father, but they're still there so I put them here. Really heavy angst (this is one of this fics that haunt me in the middle of the night) with a happy ending. ❗TW: parental abuse, eating disorders❗

Supercut by LNC

Marinette loves her friends and Adrien can't deal.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, again light angst, an exploration of Adrien's insecurities, Marinette Dupain-Cheng deserves the world, happy ending.

Madame Snare by jettiebettie

“Sounds like a lot of work for nothing. She should take this as a sign to have a relaxing weekend with no responsibilities.”

“It's a lot of work she put her whole heart into. It wouldn't be right for it to go to waste,” Adrien whispers to him. The look on Marinette's face is enough to cause Adrien's own heart to ache. If anyone deserves the satisfaction and pride from a job well done, it's her.

“Too bad there isn't anyone else who can walk in those death traps,” Plagg says. Adrien hums in thought, tapping his chin.

“I could.”

Chapters: 1/1

Marichat, episode-based, Chat Noir in a dress!!!, light angst but it's mostly just idiots being idiots and a lot of fun.

in the same sun by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)

"It’s hard to believe that I saw you last at the peak of summer, when the sun was close and warm - and so were you. It should go without saying that I miss you. I miss you something terrible."

//

"It’s been seven months to the day since I’ve seen you. I wish you were here more than anything else."

Two letters, signed with initials instead of names, found in Paris, France.

Chapters: 1/1

Ladynoir, just angst, that's it, written like letters. No ending, just pain.

an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles (@ladyofthenoodle here on tumblr!)

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Chapters: 1/1

Ladrien, it says it's crack, and don't get me wrong, is super funny, but I also found it sad as fuck?

An Open Secret by Kasienda

Adrien whirled around toward Marinette. She smiled at him.

He couldn’t smile back. He stared at her like the dumb blond model that he was often accused of being.

Something shifted in her expression. And her warm open Marinette smile transformed into Ladybug’s grin. He was looking at Ladybug right now.

He knew Ladybug’s name!

Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And he couldn’t say anything! Not to Marinette! Not even to Plagg, who had confided two weeks prior that Master Fu was growing increasingly paranoid since the location of his home and hideout had been compromised. Their master had apparently decided that Chat Noir and Ladybug would have to give up their miraculouses if they ever discovered each other’s identities.

It wasn’t fair!

...

A fic where they both know, but can't openly talk about it.

Chapters: 4/4

Post-reveal... but is it? Mostly adrienette and ladynoir, fluff with light angst and them being absolute idiots at hiding their secret identity.

golden (like daylight) by okayanna (@anna-scribbles here on tumblr!)

Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all.

or

Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chapters: 1 + epilogue

Adrienette but has lots of ladynoir, another Adrien character study because I hate myself, it tries to not be angst but the writing will punch you in the guts and make you cry, it's so good.

Strangers in the Bright Lights by poodles (@ladybeug here on tumblr!)

Adrien is about two drinks in when he sees a girl at the end of the bar wearing black cat ears. It's kind of weird, so he watches her, and although it's crowded he can see her face when she turns around. She’s wearing a Chat Noir mask. He takes a quick look around- nobody else is wearing a mask. Just her.

Adrien finishes his gin martini and heads over to her. He could use some company tonight anyways, he hasn’t told anyone he’s back in Paris and Nathalie won’t arrive in town for another month. And it’s been a rough day, okay? A rough move! He’s not sure he wants to be back yet, and he spent most of the day in the Agreste mansion sorting through some photographs of his father he found in the study. Maybe he wants a drink and some stranger to tell him he’s pretty! That’s not a crime, is it?

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette but it's also ladrien??? I think??? It's super super angsty but they're both drunk the entirety of the fic so it's also really funny.

Pick-Up and Chase by also SKayLanphear

After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about "falling for him," Marinette learns that he's no match for cheesy pick-up lines--whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he's Chat Noir. At which point the phrase "just deserts" becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.

A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for--even if he doesn't quite know how to handle it.

Chapters: 10/10

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, it doesn't say it in the tags but I'm pretty sure the characters are much older than they actually are in the show, so much fluff and so much flirting.

Pairing: Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Nino Has Done Nothing To Deserve This by GuardianKarenTerrier (@guardiankarenterrier here in tumblr)

It's nothing, really- just an innocent comment, a joke. But when they hear it, Nino and Alya come to a realisation.

There were, in retrospect, dozens upon dozens of hints. Now that they're suddenly aware of all their friend's flimsy excuses and rushed explanations, they're not only sure how they've missed it, they're not sure how anyone else has either. They realise that it had to be magic protecting their friends- and that same magic has ceased to work on the two of them.

Well, this means they'll just have to start watching over their friends themselves.

Chapters: 7/7

This is more a found family fic than anything else, Alya and Nino are the mom friend, has light angst but it's mostly identity shenanigans in the most bizarre way. ❗TW: eating disorders❗

christmas lights by demistories

Nino checks up and down the street, checking to make sure there’s no raging akuma headed his way before he crosses quickly and ducks inside the small café. He closes the door quickly before the icy air can blow inside and tugs his beanie down over his ears. He spots Alya sitting alone in the corner.

Chapters: 1/1

Just fluff!! Really short but really sweet.

hold on, i still want you also by Missnoodles!

Written for the @thedjwifizine ! Wich I also recommend if you wanna binge a lot of djwifi fics while also looking at amazing art!!!

Five times Alya ran into her ex, and the one time he stopped being her ex.

Chapters: 1/1

Light angst with a happy ending! I don't really like the ex-lovers to lovers trope but this one is the only exception.

I will continue to expand the list in the future! But by now I hope I was helpful in the search of new fics!