#anyway he’s like plsss hang out with us

[divergntfist]

@thorsefni sent: 🖤

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[teenyweenyeenymeeny]

I'm on my knees begging screaming crying for more lil scott hcs. yr account gives me lifeeee plsss I am begging 😭😭😭 also maybe cg wallace 😖😖

I do a little bow and give you a little kiss on the head 🤍

• mmm Scott and Wallace have something so Specific going on… Wallace Isn’t Scott’s caregiver. but he also is. but he isn’t. you get…

• ^ what I mean is. Wallace is the person that usually ends up caring for Scott but Scott is Not his first priority… if Wallace is not Already Around then Scott probably will not go out of his way to call him or anything

• Wallace only goes like Full caregiver mode when Scott regresses Especially young… if he is in his Normal age range then Wallace doesn’t have to do much

• ^ when Scott is in his Normal age range he is constantly asking Wallace to buy him toys and he is constantly asking to play games on Wallace’s phone and he is constantly asking Wallace to make whatever specific food he wants for dinner [yes yes he is a macaroni and cheese boy… a dinosaur chicken nuggets boy…]

• Wallace has to keep an Eye on his credit card when he knows Scott is regressed because Scott understands it even Less

• when Scott is Younger than usual he is quiet and especially sensitive and dependent and Wallace gets really protective over him 🤍

• ummm oh yes regression nicknames… Scott doesn’t call Wallace anything Specific when he is regressed he is always just Wallace… or perhaps “Wuh” if Scott is teeny tiny but that doesn’t count because he still is Trying to say Wallace

• for regressed Scott !! Wallace calls him Scotty and his Usual names with “little” added on [little guy… little buddy…] ← also he uses buddy in General a lot more when Scott’s little

• when Scott is in his Normal age range Wallace is always teasing him and playing with his hair but when Scott is Teeny tiny Wallace is very gentle with him

• ^ the way I see it is. Wallace is Extremely okay with pointing out bad decisions Scott makes and he’s Not Very sympathetic when Scott faces the consequences of his own actions BUT if something bad happens and it Isn’t Scott’s fault… oooohh poor baby Wallace will Get whatever made him feel so bad

• Wallace makes Scott use a sippy cup when he’s little yes but. sometimes he is better at noticing that Scott is regressed than Scott Himself is so sometimes Scott will insist that No way he’s not regressed he doesn’t need a sippy cup… but Wallace will make him use it Anyway and watch him pout about it 🤍 once in a while he will say okay then !! but if you spill I won’t clean it up for you !! and then Scott Will spill and beg for Wallace to help him clean up Anyway… silly boy

• SOMETIMES Wallace Knows Scott isn’t regressed but makes him use a sippy cup anyway just to tease him tehe… it is all lighthearted and not at All meant to like make it into a Punishment or anything but sometimes if Scott is being especially immature outside of regression Wallace will say something like do I need to get your sippy cup…! And Scott will get huffy and pout about it

• ^ sometimes teasing like That makes him regress he’s so silly 🤍

• Scott only uses pacifiers when he regresses Especially little which isn’t THAT often so he probably only has one or Maybe two

• ^ Wallace is usually the one to clean them but he usually leaves them in Strange places after because he doesn’t want to put them directly on the floor even next to Scott’s side of the bed because that is still The Floor yuck but Also they don’t have a Designated Place anywhere Else so they usually end up on A surface somewhere they aren’t too in the way… usually they hang out next to the dishes in the kitchen cabinet but sometimes they get put on the desk or on the bookshelf or something

ummmmm this is all for now oopsie !! I hope it is To Your Liking and also that you don’t mind how much I focused on Wallace 🤍

[quxyivs]

Hi luv, I'm a literal sucker for angst, toxicity, death scenarios that end up really badly so if you ever have the want to write a jeongin fic with this kind of topic, drop a tag plsss. HAPPY new yearsssss

I LOVE THIS?? Tysm for the req!! Also happy new year!!

WARNING ⚠️ This has lots of gore so please read at your own risk.

Only mine

Obsessed Yandere! Jeongin x Reader

Trigger Warnings! Angst, Yandere Jeongin, Murder, Kidnapping, Blood, reader is oblivious at first, kissing, weapon use (ofc), stalking, Jeongin being a creep, crying, death

Summary: You and Jeongin are best friends. You invite him over to just relax and chill but Jeongin had different plans and confessed his love which when rejected quickly turned sour. (No happy ending.)

A/N- this is a non idol au btw!! Listen to this song for the best experience!!

You and Jeongin had been friends since high school. You two went everywhere together, literally EVERYWHERE. It got so normal to the point that when you two weren’t together everyone was worried. Specifically..they were worried about whoever was with you. Everyone but you knew how possessive he was. He’d never let any guy get even semi close to you and if they did?? He’d beat them up and threaten them. He just couldn’t let anyone hurt his precious best friend!! You were his everything!! He’d be lost without you near him!

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Years had passed and you and Jeongin were now adults and still friends. You were sitting in your room bored and lonely. You opened your messages to text Jeongin.

🦊my precious innie🦊

8:21 : Innie I’m bored… do you wanna come over and hang out??

8:21🦊: Of course. I’m in the neighborhood anyways coincidentally. Be there

—

You saw his message and smiled. He always seemed to be there whenever you wanted or needed him. It didn’t even matter where you were, he was always there. A lot of your friends found it creepy. Changbin would always tell you how Jeongin always coincidentally knew your location without you giving it to him. He knew shoe size, pants size hell, even your underwear size. He knew it all but you took it as ‘he’s just a good friend!!’ Oh how oblivious you were.

You opened the door when the doorbell rung. “Hi innie!! Cmon in!!” You smiled as you opened the door wider and let him come inside. He walked with a smile took his shoes off then hugged you. His hands gripped your waist tightly as he smelt your neck.

“You used a different lotion. This isn’t your strawberry pound cake lotion…” His grip tightened as he sniffed you more. “Well a friend brought me a—“ “Who. What friend. Why? What’s wrong with the one I bought you. I thought you liked it? Do you not like it?” He said cutting you off and pulling away looking at your face his grip on your waist tightening.

“Calm down-!! It was Mathew, you know from work? He just wanted to get me a gift cause he saw it was on sale and I wanted it anyways!!” You said with a smile, completely oblivious to the fact that Jeongin now had a new name on his hit list. “Yeah. Sure. Enough about that. What do you wanna do?” He said short and coldly, ignored with the topic of this ‘Mathew’ fella.

“Let’s watch a movie yeah?” You say as you remove his hands and grab some popcorn. You two end up watching some stupid cheesy romance movie but something about the movie gives Jeongin the courage to make a move and shoot his shot.

“Y/n?” He said looking at you, his eyes full of love and affection. “Yeah innie?” You said as you focused on the movie. “..Let’s date.” Once the words left his mouth, the room went silent. Even the movie found the worst time to start buffering. Now the room was filled with an uncomfortable silence. “I-I’m sorry what-?” You said chuckling praying you heard him wrong. “I love you, let’s date.” He said with 100% seriousness as he grabbed your face and turned your gaze towards him.

“Innie I-I’m sorry.. I don’t see you like that..can we just stay friends…?” Those words felt like knives being stabbed in his heart. You didn’t like him..? How?! Why!? He did everything for you!! He was always there!! Jeongin, filled by angry and sadness got up and left. You wanted to run after him but you assumed he most likely wanted space. He got into his car and slammed the door sitting in the driver seat with his hands in his hair.

“NO NO NO!!” He balled his fist up in his hair. “Mathew. That..that fucker!! He’s tainted my darling…that scumbag!! I’m gonna make him pay!! Yeah!! Im gonna kill that mother fucker!! Haha!!!” He laughed loudly as he drove off quickly making his way to his house to began doing his investigation. You, feeling bad and guilty tried to call Jeongin, but he didn’t answer. You decided to push your feelings away and just head to bed..

Jeongin the next morning was quick to follow you to your job. He made his way to the front desk and asked about the whereabouts of Mathew. Once he found his office number Jeongin quickly made his way to Mathew’s office. Jeongin peaked into the window seeing no one inside before breaking into the room and hiding into the small closet.

Mathew came inside the room and sat down at his chair. Jeongin quietly climbed out before taking a knife to Mathew’s neck. “Now listen here.. What the fuck did you to my baby huh?? Tell me fucker.” Jeongin whispered in Mathew’s ear and before he could even respond…

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Mathew was quickly documented as missing when no one saw him anywhere, not even at home. You knew Jeongin did something, you couldn’t prove it, but you knew he did it. You blocked him on all social media platforms and didn’t talk to him for days.

You were out shopping for groceries when you felt a bit uneasy. You decided to just go get right in the car. As you’re getting ready to drive off..you feel a cloth put over your mouth and nose and you pass out.

You wake up with your body tied up to a chair. “W-what the fuck!? Where am I!? HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP!!” You screamed out struggling against the rope as you hear footsteps coming closer. Your heart rate spiked from the footsteps. “P-please don’t hurt me!!! I’ll do anything!!” You pleade, tears running down your face as you looked at your feet.

“Oh my precious I could never hurt you!” Jeongin smiled as he grabbed your face and pulled it close to his. “You’re mine!! You’re finally MINE!! Mine!! ONLY MINE!! HAHAHA!!!!” He laughed loudly as he kissed your forehead. “My beautiful love!! I did it all for you!! I killed them all just for you babe!! Now we can be together forever!!” Jeongin said with creepy smile as he kissed you more. You tried to move your head away but nothing worked. You took a good look at Jeongin and you felt sick to your stomach. He was drenched in blood and so was the room you were in. Your face had blood on it from his hands too.

“Why!?.. why did you do this..!! You fucking monster!!! I hate you!!” You screamed out at him still crying from realization that all your friends…were probably now dead..

“I figured you’d say that…” He sighed as he stood up looking down at you before walking over to a table grabbing a gun. “This.. this isn’t how this was supposed to go.. but here’s the thing Y/N..” He walked over in front of you pointing the gun at you. “If I can’t have you, no one can.”

…

BANG.

A/N- I REALLY went in on this one🙏🏾🙏🏾 I hope you guys enjoy it!!

@sophthejohnpork - here you go!!

[bwoahtastic]

Pls in the Sico actors au Maxy gets a little brother?

Maybe Nico’s next film is about the bond between a mother and their child so he gets this teeny tiny co-star to act as his puppy! Could be little charlie or little loguie. So they start filming and Nico always make sure this puppy is confortable and is treated nicely. Seb and Maxy often come to hang out with momma and maybe Seb is producing the film? Anyways Maxy starts playing a little with this puppy who is a little younger than him but so nice to play cars with!

So the puppy’s home life isn’t the best and Nico realises his parents never came to him on set, only an agent (Fred for Charles and James for Logan?) who takes care of him. So Nico starts hanging out with him more and bringing him to lunch with Seb and Maxy and just looking out for him.

The film is so good at the end! And gets nominated for countless awards. Nico is the protagonist hut the puppy also gets invited to some events, and Nico is there with him always. Once, after one interview, thw puppy’s mom was supposed to pick him up, but he never camed. So Nico talks with the agent and takes him home, they eat dinner with the family and Nico puts both him and Maxy to sleep cuddled up! But then, in his room with Seb Nico is seething with angef! How could this people forget their child? Seb helps him calm down a little and promises to look into whats going on!

Turns out the parents of the kid are also actors (a little less famous than Nico and Seb) and claim they “don’t have the time” to take care of the pup. So Nico and Seb start fostering him! And it turns out he didn’t even liked acting that much, he just did it to please his parents! Pls Nico and Seb would be so sad and try to make him comfortable and take care of him! And little Maxy is such a good big brother!!!

Oh plsss!!

Nico taking another role and he is very excited because he got asked for another serious role and it's about motherhood and he feels like it suits him well🥺 Seb being asked to be involved in some way or maybe has a small role too and he hangs out with Seb on set a lot with little Maxy! And Nico's tiny co-star is little Charlie (pls he would just be soooo chaotic and cute and very impatient but when he does a scene with Nico he is very good!)

Both nico and seb get a bit suspicious when there isn't ever a parent hanging around to be with Charles between scenes and sure there is some staff watching him but lil pup us so so happy when nico has him join his little family during breaks and Charles can even play cars with Maxy!

The movie doing well again and Nico gets invited to awards and interviews and is asked to be there with Charles who is SO happy to see Nico again and clings to him lots (becayse he doesn't get many cuddles without nico and seb around!) And pls the poor little thing not being picked up so Nico tries not to worry Charlie and says he csn have a sleepover with maxy isn't that exciting! Charles just smiling and clinging to him and nosing so close and Nico now realises the little pup is touch deprived... the pups parents saying they don't have time to care for him, they basically only wanted him for fame and don't care much besid2s that and Seb and Nico are both furious because who would treat their pup like that?! And pls them sitting Charlie down and asking if Charlie would like to stay with them and Charles purrs so much and squeaks yes!

[moonbyulsstuff]

Pls PLS PLS PLSSS write for Yeonu Ji from Viral Hit PLEASE!!! He's so underrated it's literally so unfair that theres literally no fics on him

Something really fluffy and sweet where reader takes care of Yeonu and sorta pampers him??

Let Me Take Care of You.

GN Reader.

Requested.

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

"[Name].." Yeonu whined as he felt them brushing his hair.

The two of them were now having a break, and just resting and lounging around in Yeonu room. They chuckled and kissed his forehad. "Come on, just relax for a bit. Exams have already finished anyway." [Name] said reaching out for a tie to Yeonu bang.

He only pouted as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"I look like a pineapple."

They laughed at that comment and took a clip and clipped on Yeonu hair, and after finishing styling his hair. they got up and took a facemask and sat back down on the bed.

"Well, a cute pineapple." The two chuckled as they opened the packet and took the mask and put it on his face, which [Name] did the same thing on their own face. They laid down on the bed, Yeonu on top of [Name] as they played with Yeonu hair.

"You deserve this so much Yeonu.." He turned his head to fully looked at them. "Why do you say [Name]?" [Name] smiled and held Yeonu face and brought it closer to theirs. "You have suffered so much... I remember... before we used to date and were friends instead, I remember on how most of the time it was hard for you to hang out instead of studying all the time.

The only time I ever got to hang out with you was during cram school, and I still considered it as a hang out because we were outside of school. You were always studying... so I'm really glad that now, you are able to do whatever you want. So I'm glad that now, we are dating and able to go on dates whenever we want to." They kissed Yeonu cheek as the male smiled fondly and leaned closer to them. "Thank you." He mumbled as [Name] smiled widely.

"You were blessing from the heavens." "Oh... Yeonu."

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOOO casually drops 200k wc avg…classic Mira but ooooh yes I’ve def seen some stuff floating on your page about it from the occasional asks! It’d be really funny if the bllk one followed your typical wc projection inaccuracy although reaching orv levels is probably a stretch HAHA

MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH ummm I’ve let myself get too comfy in the crack/stupid loserverse ummm hahahaha ummm wait WHAT??? I did not that fact you really said “let me put my two faves against each ofher” it would go hard tho….

LMAOOO OOPS ok well either way it’s still funny I love the miraverse…..miraverse chigiri >>>>> circling back to the drunk Kira moment it’d be funny if reader was like “huh….when did you shrink….” LMAOOOO

No because niko gives such sidekick vibes it’s so funny but SHSKSJSJ I will shut up about oaeu for the time being to help you resist temptation it’s time for you to do some doom scrolling on tiktok /j

FR SHSHAJA they’re all just ganging up on him and he’s also a first year right??? Damn theyre fr bullying a child IM CRYING THE VISUAL OF KARASU BEING TALKED DOWN stop im imagining that alpha wolf meme I can’t

I’m laughing so hard that was fr my first thought like “they really gave him the extra eye sparkles” ONE MORE GOAL GUYS please I need the match to go faster only because seeing it chapter by chapter with no goal is lowk agonizing (it’s fine all together I’m just impatient when flipping through the panels) PLEASSEEE BARCHA MANSHINE SNEAK PEEK IM BEGGING someone give otoya a little spotlight too kaneshiro please I know you’re reading this

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO it’s so insane because 200k is so long for most people but for me it’s like okay regular that’s calm 😭 and yeahhh for a while my tumblr was solely asks about ship in the harbor tbf it was/is a very interesting story in my humble opinion…that y/n was hollyhock y/n before hollyhock y/n and she was also 10x more interesting somehow?? which is saying a LOT 😰 PLSSS nah imagine the bllk fic ends up at 500k that would be insane i’d have to have crazy plotting skills for it to get that long (or an idea i’m really inspired for 🙂‍↕️)

EEK i always forget that people who joined me in my bllk era don’t know i am FAMOUS for angst!! i neverrrr used to end my stories happy in almost all of them either reader or the love interest died it was literally to the point that pomegranate ink was considered me being kind to my readers since both yuta and mc lived 😭😭😭 nah because it was honestly a really fascinating concept wherein hak was soowon’s guard and shinah was a legend from reader’s province who comes to protect her in the palace after an assassination attempt and when hak kills shinah it’s not because he wants to but because he has to DJFNSJSKSNSN omg it’s a very insane story idk if the bllk fandom could handle it honestly especially if it’s rin killing nagi…like what would they even do

MIRAVERSE ON TOP FR omg miraverse chigiri is such a king i have this vision of may and reo being that really annoying couple that posts cute tik toks and do adorable trends together but then immediately after they post reader and chigiri stich the video recreating it while laughing and making it goofy because they’re menaces 😩 and PLSSS “nagi did the changes in elevation compress you a bit?? your hair is less voluminous too…”

NIKO IS LITERALLY JUST THERE TO RELAX and erm it may be a tad bit late…

I HAVEN’T STARTED WRITING YET JUST FORMATTING BUT SEEING IT SITTING ALONGSIDE THE REST OF MY WORK IS TORTUROUS 😭 i have to resist temptation though…i have to…

NOOO POOR KIYORA IS A BABY he should be hanging out w hiori bruh free him ‼️ SEISHIRO NAGI SAVE KIYORA ASAP 😭 omg no literally the alpha wolf meme is exactly the vibe i was going for FJSKFJSJ it’s canon dw i’m just going to manifest in there

HAHA we are on the same page idk what that was all abt…anyways agreed i think pxg will be one of the most hype games to read all at once but chapter but chapter is exhausting 😭 OTOYA SPOTLIGHT he literally scored a goal OFF SCREEN??? wtf 😓 and ofc yk i need my man to get his screentime back please it’s been too long since we last saw nagi in the main manga and he’s so hot in the manshine jersey can we get him back kaneshiro please i’m begging on my knees for a return…a mention…even a single panel…😩🙏🏻

[onlyswan]

Woahhh your last drabble 🥺😭😭❤️‍🩹 That was sooo beautiful, at the end I almost wanted to join jk in the bathroom to cry a little....

Jealous oc is so funny lol but don't we all relate a little 🤭 I wanna give them a big hug thoo, their heart it's too soft (but also strong in many ways) for this world!

And jk's mom 🥺🥺🥺 saying she missed her baby too 🥺🥺🥺 I'm so happy that oc finally has someone they can trust and who can be so understanding, besides jk - and damn right he feeds his baby well 💝

-“you love me and you never let me forget that.” - yea so for the 19376708 time, I WANT WHATEVER THEY HAVE PLSSS

But then again, if someone were to say that to me, or make me feel this way idk how I'd survive 🤧

Thank you for your work, Art!!!!! I LOVE YOU I LOVE I LOVE YOUUU and I hope your taking care of yourself , you know, after your finals! So everything went well right? 🥹 Is life also getting busier for you? I can imagine... but we have to keep going right..

And god I miss the tannies so muchhhh 😭😭 I sometimes find stuff I used to watch a lot in my baby army days and it makes me so nostalgic.. like I just wanna feel that happy again, without having anything else to worry about 😔

-🐧

BABYYYY i missed you!!! thank you so much 🥹🩵

hehe it was so fun writing jealous oc too 🤭 the strongest soldier fr six years of having the hottest bf on earth… can u even imagine the amount of ppl manifesting him to be theirs omfg . ANYWAYS

oc being everybody’s baby just as they should be <333

But then again, if someone were to say that to me, or make me feel this way idk how I'd survive 🤧

oh you’d survive… (sighs wistfully) you’d want nothing more but to survive

NOOOOO WHY R U BEING SO CUTE I WILL CRY 😭😭😭 i love love love you more than you can imagine!!!! 💕 and yes i’m trying to catch up on all the sleep that i didn’t get for yk… the past year… my life has been wildly different since i started uni i love and hate it at the same time 😭 even though you’re busy keeping going i hope you never forget to take care of yourself and do things that make you happy 🫂<3

me too :( you know what used to be my favorite day of the week? tuesdays! i miss run bts tuesdays! 😭 i always had a reason to push through because i got to hang out with my seven bffs and laugh together :( i miss them so much

[feuqueerfire]

Stay With Me Live Blogging

Watched the second half of Addicted last month, saw some tiktoks of Stay With Me that looked good, saw people losing their minds over it on r/boyslove, so I'm watching this.

It's like a 12 hour long show, so probably a bad idea to start it now instead of after internship and semester is over but I'm gonna be watching Boys Planet then, so the time is now.

Ep 1 (Aug 11)

The transitions when Wu Bi came are so funny, Indian serial tease

omg is Wu Bi's mom making the doll for the stepmother's son Su Yu? They used to be friends? girl... anyway Su yu mole on ear?

so the mother didn't give the doll to Su Yu?

loll so instead of Su Yu agreeing to move to Wu Bi's school, Wu Bi's pre-emptively moving on a different school where he'll end up near Su Yu

Mao Chong and Han Bokuang - I remember there was maybe a second couple or smth in the background of Addicted that also had enemies to lovers, is this them?

pls the Wu Bi theme song every time

not this random singing?!?! girl what T.T and Wu Bi staring at him so intensely from the back loll

pls I can't. mentioning the sculpture and then facial nerve paralysis ?!?!?!

Ep 2 (Aug 11)

bro Wu bi changing some of Su Yu's answers? die.

plss how'd Su Yu get perfect score, he answered things wrongly and Wu Bi accidentally chose the correct ones? - oh i see the teacher caught it

Bro, Su Yu should just beat the shit out of Wu Bi at least once before they get lovey dovey cuz how dare he step on his new shoes after he heard they're new

plss the transitions as Su Yu's being a little chemist genius

Su Yu's dad working a second job to earn money and obviously, it's somehow for Wu Bi

ofc Wu Bi's soft when it comes to a father who's working hard for his son - but so rude to the son smh

Duoduo so cute and smart and endearing >.<

Ep 3 (Aug 11)

It's 1:30AM so I should be going to sleep but oh well. also my head/eyes ache

Bokuang mentioned jelly like 4:30mins in and the Viki comment had lyrics to Boys Planet Jelly Pop

lol Wu Bi being like no.. the coincidences can't be... he can't be tahe mover's son... but he doesn't even now about the incredible coincidences of them being stepbrothers !!

Wu Bi doesn't pity Su Yu too much, treating him like some charity case

the editing is so funny what is this figtttt pls T.T

only I can bully you Su Yu, nobody else >:((

Wu Bi wants happy family

Ep 4 (Aug 12)

bro Duoduo is actually a menace, she's so cute and funny

ah, some heart-to-heart between Wu Bi and Su Yu as he learns about Wu Bi's mother and her death and her sculpting

Ep 5 (Aug 12)

Su Yu buying Wu Bi breakfast hehe

not this BL jealousy moment of Wu Bi seeing people touch or confess to Su Yu

Damn, I thought Su Yu was gonna accept Wu Bi's request on QQ or something but instead he's view Wanying's and she even messaged him, ah - I remember some drama with a girl in the tiktoks and in the original Addicted one of their previous girlfriend also came into the picture

so many things going on at this dinner: Wanying calling Su Yu and him hanging up - Wu Bi watching all that, Duoduo sneakily drinking a shot, Wu Bi giving food to Su Yu

lol Wu Bi's poor man cosplay gets one step more real

ah, the face each other bike riding - I've seen this on tiktoks too, it's so romantic looking

Ep 6 (Aug 12)

Su Yu is so cute in glasses

plsss Wu Bi shit-talking about Su Yu's stepdad's son - whole time it's him. surprise you're step-brothers <3

plsss he fr cursed himself?! Wu Bi my guy D:

okay, so, is this show dubbed? Sometimes it doesn't seem like it but sometimes... the mouth movements vs sounds ?

plssss Su Yu probing into Wu Bi's family secrets and both Wu Bi and Su Yu's father fumbling through it

plsss this fake dad T.T

"even if you doubted Wu Bi, you couldn't have doubted your own dad, right?" ...girl this is gonna blow up fr

Ep 7 (Aug 12)

omg so this is how they find about the dad and mom marriage? In Addicted, it was the mother coming to Su Yu's house that made them find out

Are we gonna get singing again? oh, just the editing at the club lol

damn, throwing punches D:

Ep 8 (Aug 12)

nvm we're really back to singing

wait true, Wu Bi can take on thugs but let Su Yu hit him

bruh who is taking a photo of Su Yu and his mom and her handing him money? i thought Wu Bi's friends were gonna give Su Yu a talking to for making Wu Bi cry but would they do this instead?

oh i see, the scholarship thing

They never translate the on-screen text agh

oh nvm they're translating some others

Bro Wu Bi why would you fake admit that you spread the photos

Duoduo sooo cute

brooo it really was Wubi's friends?

I kinda liked it last time when the dad was like "okay? and did Wubi keep the parental marriage situation from you? no? then why are you mad at him?" But he might be more involved with Wu Bi this time than in original Addicted, so there's more hurt associated with learning this?

Ep 9 (Aug 12)

yesss supportive dad who loves Wu Bi!

This is fun, at first it was Wu Bi trying to get Su Yu's attention and now vice versa

"Faster my foot, slow down. Do you want to tire him out?"

ah, I was wondering what the timeline was, i's in New Year's 2006

The way Wu Bi climbed over Su Yu's sleeping body... ah.

bro why are we getting women being assaulted in this randomly

why would you give me voiceover of Wu Bi going "I am your ge. you are my di." stop this

Ep 10 (Aug 12)

ah, Su Yu's silly worries of becoming an outsider in his family and them not looking out for him anymore - squashed by them worrying + calling Wu Bi's phone since Su Yu left with him last night. good. silly kid, your dad got married, didn't abandon you

pls is Wu Bi's birthday actually a few days later than Su Yu's lol Wu Bi wants to be ge so bad

Actually I did remember the rich kid in Addicted being younger by a day or two but I thought they just switched it here lol

The way this ge/di battle would be doing Everything for me if they weren't step-brothers... now it's still doing it for me but tentatively

Ep 11 (Aug 12)

lol the cousin-brother's girlfriend is Wanying? rip she's the girl who was haunting the relationship in Addicted, right? Also, the cousin mentioned that they have a mutually beneficial relationship, so is he really gay?

I don't get what Wu Bi's doing on his phone

oh i see, he realized that Wanying is his cousin's gf

Wu Bi's tantrum is so annoying - why doesn't he just tell Su Yu that she has a bf? Then he doesn't have to say anything about liking Su Yu (idk if he even knows that he likes him romantically) but can just be like she's a liar and a cheat bruh

Did the cousin understand that they've got a thing going on? Cuz in Addicted, the cousin understood I think.

Also, Wu Bi stopped the cousin from talking about the gf Wanying, why?

bro why do Wu Bi's friends and now his bodyguard keep screwing over Su Yu...

Ep 12 (Aug 12)

rich spoiled pathetic wittle babies are so :/ do it right, Wu Bi

"Su Yu is mine" is crazy. to say to Wanying especially

bro what right does Wu Bi have to be mad? I think if they weren't step-siblings, it'd be different but... I'm like do you even know you're in love with each other?

bro Wanying is terrible D: liar liar

Wu Bi telling Su Yu about Wanying dating his cousin would have seriously been able to avoid this

bro she's such a mastermind, she's meeting Wu Bi and is gonna make it seem like he's harassing her or something right?

"Not winning an Oscar for best actress would be a waste of your acting skills" plsss

finally Wu Bi mentions Wanying dating his cousin but now too much has happened

Duoduo is genuinely so funny

Ep 13 (Aug 12)

bro show me what the wishes are! what did Wu Bi write!

also now we've seen Duoduo and Su Yu both exchange their wishes wish new ones - will Wu Bi do the same?

damn, are we gonna get the last of this Wanying conflict? pls let it end

damn, we're finding out about the sculpture connection right now?

man, I do have to love just how interconnected the families are in this. Even though Wu Bi's dad and Su Yu's mom aren't present, Su Yu's little family is so good

okayy Su Yu going to meet Wu Bi

"From today until the day you get married, I'll be with you every holiday" saw it on tiktok, it hits harder with the full context

Wu Bi dying to kill Mao Chong fr

Mao Chong and Bokuang fake dating pls

omggg he literally has Bokuang in drag!

Ep 14 (Aug 13)

damn, so much drama between Su Yu's mother and Wu Bi's dad

damn, more conflict between the families

I wonder what the end result of this show will be? Will they have some mending between the kids and their parents?

Ep 15 (Aug 13)

is she reading yaoi in class? T.T pls now fantasizing about Su Yu and Wu Bi. This is one way to edge across the censors

plsss Wu Bi taking the yaoi novel for Su Yu T.T

nooo did Duoduo take the yaoi? hope it's child friendly....

Ep 16 (Aug 13)

Would her taking so many photos of the two of them have any consequences?

why do they keep singing?!?!

girl, not this dancing, I'm clutching my head

Ep 17 (Aug 13)

"They don't spend enough time looking at... your face."

So they're trying to solve the death of Wu Bi's mom, okay

I hope Wu Bi doesn't somehow misunderstand Su Yu's secrecy around the mystery though

Ep 18 (Aug 13)

plsss this dance T.T

This MR. Mo character is so annoying

are we just fully believing this man?

Ep 19 (Aug 13)

okay they've made up

birthday dinner at Wu Bi's house with the parents, woah and Su Yu's there too

ah car birthday presents... the accident's gonna happen in a few episodes i guess

plss what is up with Bokuang's dad fr, are we supposed to extrapolate that he's gay?

not the flashback to happy child birthday boy Wu Bi

Ep 20 (Aug 13)

pls arguing about whose father gave a shittier gift

and then getting school by Duoduo

plssss Su Yu's dad "I already have an ex-wife who went with him" when Wu Bi's dad liked Duoduo's mom's noodles

damn, evidence in the Su Yu statue - is there more?

Ep 21 (Aug 13)

Wu Bi is so cute with his hair down like this, so innocent looking despite being a Grade A Rascal

I hope the relationship with parents don't get ruined, they're cute now, esp Wu Bi and his father

wait, this is what people were talking about, right? we're calling it lip balm to cover up but really it's actually lube?

he put the lube lip balm on his father?! and then barely containing his laughter

Duoduo's little crush on Mao Chong is so cute

anyway, I'm dreading Mao Chong and Su Yu sleeping in the same bed and Wu Bi coming home to surprise them and seeing that

omg not them gossiping about how Su Yu finds Wu Bi handsome and treats him differently lol

plsss not the girls just discussing gay ships of Mao Chong right behind him?

plsss not Wu Bi seeing Mao Chong's headphones on the bedstand and tackling Su Yu

pls Su Yu's status "I'm hungry." -> Wu Bi literally running out to make food for him -> cousin man being like "He's gone mad. If this continues, he'll squander all the family wealth."

Ep 22 (Aug 14)

"Give our relationship, I can think of something better than money." okay

Ep 23 (Aug 14)

Immediately picking up on Wu Bi calling Su Yi ge finally

not lubricant jokes pls

god the endless innuendos, "if you get 30 points more, I'll reward you with something hehehe"

"If he wants your dad's group, will you give it to him?" "I will." is a wild thing to say and then "Impossible" about being separated like bruhh don't provoke our cousin, don't you know your mother was murdered? Shouldn't you be a bit more careful about how people view Su Yu and whether he needs to be eliminated

bruh what is the love confession letter that the fujoshi gave them so cringe i die

girl not Wu Bi continuously getting hurt over nothing between Su Yu and Mao Chong

man, cousin guy don't be so preoccupied with the Su Yu/Wanying thing fr

Ep 24 (Aug 14)

I know it's not a happy ending, I don't wanna watch this fr

the cousin giving Su Yu the haircut reminds me of The Devil Judge except she was way cooler and deadlier

damn, causing separating the two of them early in the morning tomorrow

cousin literally boutta send a kill on Wu Bi as well while only trying to do Su Yu

plssss the way Wu Bi's talking to Su Yu once they realize there's a brake failure is soo brain melting "It's okay, I'm here. Just close your eyes and rest for a while"

I've seen people talk about how Wu Bi had angled the car so that he was hit with the impact ahhhh

so much of this last 15 minutes is just flashbacks bro wtf

bruh that's it? the end? well, someone on discord did say it's non-fatal car crash so yknow

Overall Thoughts:

Well, this is really as close as BL you can get without saying out loud that they are dating but there are innuendos galore and it's pretty clear (there was lube on their bed, like...). So it didn't really feel unfulfilling as if something was missing because like... they were together pretty much lol.

The family aspect was the best, I love that we got to see Su Yu's situation so much and his blended family and the way they were always there together. You can understand why Wu Bi prefers the warmth of their home over the coldness of his, though we got to see progress on that end too. Duoduo sooo cute, little munchkin.

The ending is... an ending, that's for sure. Hope we get a season 2 next year but who knows.

Rating: 6.5/10

[madame-bavarian-cream]

AOT characters and music they’d listen to:

feat. Levi, Mikasa, Eren, Jean, Erwin, Hange, Armin, Sasha, Connie

But it’s really specific and not at all based off of people i know 😀 (i never ever do this but it was a thought that wouldnt leave me alone).

Eren: 

i’m sorry am I supposed to believe this dumb mf doesn’t listen to only tiktok songs w/o any awareness of him doing it???? He’ll be like “hey have you heard this new song?” 😄😄and its just an edited version of a song made by the neighbourhood years ago 😕 PLSSS sir diversify your tastes!!! he obsessively listened to that “my money don’t jiggle jiggle” song unironically. Before tiktok, he would only listen to music on that Top50 spotify playlists and the only playlists he had saved outside of it was one mikasa made for him. 😐😐 Also he hasn’t listened to the sza album and thinks the big boys song is on it (keep up 😤😤😤)

Levi:

i was so close to just saying he doesn’t listen to anything “why do u need music when you can just appreciate the silence??” BECAUSE SIR music sounds GOOD!!! 🤨🤨this is why i’d think he’d listen to shit like Kaleo?!?!?! 😭😭😭 idek just something that litterally does not evoke a single emotion . its just like . there . He probably might listen to the lumineers on occasion (ik theyre really good don’t come at me🫣🫣) poor bb would probably like heavy metal if somebody ELSE played it for him (he would never admit to it tho) bc its something Kenny used to play when he was younger but never asked him what kind of music it was to search it up himself. 🥺🥺

Mikasa: 

my sweet girl. :( she is a fiend!! she is a pinchrest, lana del rey, mitski, rina, bjork, tv girl, marina girly thru and thru🤩🤩(im not pulling this from my spotify i sweAR) shes so deadfaced about it. she shits on all those weird coquette girlies tho!! (as she should queen!!!) Never will admit to listening to it tho, and not because she’s embarrassed but because she doesn’t want anyone thinking she relates to the themes/subject matter (bbg why are you lying🥲🥲) But that’s okay because we can consume art critically! 😁😁😀

Jean:

oh dear god. save this white man pls. 😢😢ok okok he actually has pretty good taste in music. hes the type that argues “i love all kinds of music just not country” (but ya know hes singing along to 9 to 5 everytime it plays on shuffle🤭🤭) he’s also very idgaf with the type of music he listens to and for that reason he’ll put you onto amazing artists!!! I feel like he listens to a lot of Omar Apollo, Sega Bodega, Dominic Fike, idkkk. He also listens to A LOT of Brent Faiyaz, the weeknd, and Gunna.😍😍BUTT I also will die on this hill that he used to love Eminem and would memorize all the lyrics (jeanboy is the real slim shady)😙 i luv him, he burns cds for all his friends (yes eren too) but will hand them off so nonchalantly and will be so careful in making the order of the tracks (yes eren too) and everyone will mock him for being so loving (yes eren too). Anyways I headcanon that jean is very very open with giving out all his love to his friends, always hosting everyone (yes eren too), wears his heart on his sleeves, tells his mom every little detail about them, and has the entire checklist for being a good friend down. anyways this isn’t unfortunately a jean post :( i luv him so much actually. also a big radiohead fan for some reason !😝😝

Hange:

I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE!!!!!! hange has the best music taste and nobody expects it . (except me duh because i luv hange so so so so much 🤨) hange listens to what spotify categorizes as escape room music on their spotify wrapped. They listen to Eartheater, arca, bjork, coucou chloe, kilo kish, dorian electra, UGH I JUST CANT NOT ARGUE THIS ENOUGH!!! 👹👹hange’s dragging erwin and levi to the concerts and erwin’s grandpa ass is so enthusiastic for no reason (go white man go 🤠🤠) but like thats not all?? they also listen to artists like sevdaliza, florence, caroline polachek!!! HANGE LOVES WOMEN!!!! 😤FKA TWIGS, iamamiwhoami, kelela, kelsey lu :)))))) i feel like hange just loves :( it started out with trying to annoy levi with the weirdest sounding music ever but it turned out,,,,they really liked this kinda music (thx levi) Now he’s stuck with all their car rides consisting of hange whispering eartheater songs in his ear from the passengers seat right next to his ear. (also obsessed with any song they can gather people to dance along with #justdanceking) 🤞🤞

Erwin: 

erwin’s weird. he’s a weirdo. in case ya haven’t noticed. 😭😭 idk why his is so hard to think of??? He’s an unironic Rosalía stan and claims he luvs latina singers!! 😡😡i hate him so much. ok ok ok he’s a mariah carey, whitney houston, beyoncé, fan. He also loves like 2010s girl group music like fifth harmony, little mix, etcetera. 😫He cries to aretha franklin and nina simone. but he also knows the verses to Nicki’s songs :) i love him so much. ❤️

Sasha + Connie: 

they listen to the same music idc idc! Bad bunny, playboi carti, the weeknd. Connie went thru a bart simpson vapor wave/juice wrld phase. ��😐😐He wouldve still been posting about XXXtentacion if Sasha didn’t smack some sense into him 😠😠(everyone say thank you sasha) Sasha also listens to lots of Britney i havta say! also loved the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, etc growing up. I luv her so much 🤭🤭

Armin: 

my sweet darling boy grew up listening to emo rock and goth rock growing up. he hid it from everyone tho! instead he listened it to full blast on his headphones for hours at night and thats why today he says “huh.” 😕after every sentence someone says :/ hes grown out of it now but he still can belt out the lyrics to black parade anyday! went crazy over King for a Day bc Kellin Quinn AND Pierce the Veil?!?!?!😳😳 Now he loves screaming along in eren’s ear! 🤪🤪

[thepremedthatwrites]

Things Have Changed

request: Can you plsss do a Peter x reader relationship where the reader is a family friend and Peter has always had a crush on her and idk ends up admitting it to her at night or something and things get very heated like smutty or whatever.

Did I decide to edit this a day early because I'm procrastinating my school work? Perhaps. But anyways, I hope you all like this fic!

warning: smut below the cut

I could feel the beginning of sweat start to drip down the side of my face as I squinted my eyes trying to see the others in the water. The sand was at the border of being too hot to stand on in bare feet, causing me to walk closer to the water where the cold ocean had cooled the ground. “C’mon (y/n)!” Lucy shouted over the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. “The water isn’t even that cold!”

This was a lie and we both knew it. The icy water brushed the tip of my toes as I held back a shudder. At least the water would help me cool off from the unforgiving sun. As I stood contemplating what to do, I felt a hand graze my back. I turned to see Peter walking by me, a grin on his face. “Too scared to run in, (y/n)?” he asked. That was enough to kick me into action as I started to follow him into the water.

“Of course not,” I replied, holding back the instinct to let out a gasp as the cold water wrapped itself around my stomach. Both of our parents stayed by the towels and umbrellas, leaving the ocean to their children as they drank and talked about whatever it is that adults talked about. The blue house that our families had rented stood tall and proud behind our parents, overlooking the beach and whatever sat beyond what reaches of the ocean we could see.

Peter and I came to a halt as we reached where Lucy and Edmund were. “Where’s Susan?” Ed asked as Peter dunked his head under the water.

“I believe she said she was taking a nap,” I replied as Peter’s head reappeared from the dark water. His blond hair was now pressed against his forehead and had become a few shades darker from the weight of the water.

“Watch out! Big wave!” Lucy just managed to shout out the words before my vision was painted white as the wave crashed down on us. I lost control of my body as I let the current drag me around like a rag doll until I felt myself crash into something solid. At first, I thought it was a rock before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I heard Peter say as my head broke the surface. I gulped in a deep breath of air, the oxygen reaching my lungs as I wiped the salt water out of my burning eyes.

“Thanks,” I managed as the taste of salt water danced down my throat.

“I think some of the water went up my nose.” I heard Edmund say while Lucy was pushing her hair that had been plastered in front of her eyes out of her face. I turned my head to look at Peter whose arms were still around me. The sudden realization of the situation finally dawned on me and I felt my face warm at the close proximity. Suddenly his arms felt like iron chains around me and I couldn’t ignore the feeling of their weight on me. Peter seemed to have also become aware of the sensation of our bodies pressed against each other as he slowly removed his arms from me.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his face now also a light shade of pink.

“Yeah, no worries,” I said quickly. I was suddenly thankful for the large wave coming our way as I turned to face it, focusing my thoughts on not being drowned by the rushing water.

“I almost drowned!” Lucy exclaimed as we all sat around the dinner table. It had been my mom’s turn to cook dinner and so she had made us all steak. I started to cut into the meat as Lucy told Susan all about our adventures in the water. Peter and I had become a bit more quiet since the incident in the ocean. I felt myself stealing glances at him every now and then. Sometimes he had already been looking at me too.

“I’m so happy you guys decided to join us here in the states.” I heard my mom say to the Pevensies’ parents. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other since we moved to America.”

“I know, it seems the kids are having a lot of fun hanging out again,” Mrs. Pevensie replied. I turned back to the conversation but could feel the burning glances Peter occasionally threw at me throughout dinner. I was thankful when dinner was over, trying to wash the dishes as quickly as possible and avoiding being near Peter as much as the confines of the kitchen allowed. The parents had disappeared, most likely to the balcony that overlooked the water to drink some more and catch up on what they had missed in the past five years. As soon as the dishes were done, I excused myself blaming my exhaustion on the sun and went to my room.

I was surprised when I woke up to a dark room. I had expected myself to be unable to sleep and instead toss and turn until the rest of the lights went out in the house. I got up from my bed, checking my phone to see it was around three in the morning. My stomach growled as I turned on my lights. It seems that pushing the food around your plate does little to actually satisfy your hunger. I paused at my mirror before leaving. I brushed out my hair and checked to see that the pajamas I wore were acceptable to be seen by the public. I wasn’t sure if I would run into Peter, he was most likely still asleep, but I wanted to play it safe. I wasn’t sure why I was so concerned about my appearance around him. When we were younger, before my family moved to America, I could have cared less about what he thought of my appearance. But then again, we had been younger then. Five years younger to be exact. We had grown since then. His shoulders had broadened and he had become taller. My body had developed curves where it used to be straight and I had finally grown into myself. We weren’t how we were back in the UK. We were older and more mature.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and opened the door to my room. I walked as quietly as I could past my parents’ room and then past all of the Pevensies’ rooms before reaching the stairs that led to the living area that held the kitchen. I opened the fridge as my stomach automatically growled at the sight of all the food. The best part of being on vacation was the fact that the fridge was always filled with leftovers from dinner. I settled on some of the mac and cheese, spooning some into a bowl before putting it into the microwave. I stood patiently as the whir of the microwave filled the silence that had settled into the room.

“What are you doing up?” I jumped at the voice before turning to see Peter standing by the entrance of the kitchen.

“I was hungry,” I said while pointing my head to the microwave. He walked over to me and I was suddenly thankful I had spent the extra time on my appearance before leaving my room. He wore only a pair of grey sweatpants. I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes wander his exposed abs. He definitely did not have those five years ago.

“I missed seeing you,” he said, causing my eyes to jump from his abs to his ocean blue eyes which I could easily drown in if I weren’t careful.

“Me too,” I replied, my voice much softer than I expected it to be. I cleared my throat before speaking again. “I missed having someone I could annoy like an older brother.” Peter’s face scrunched as he shook his head.

“Please don’t call me an older brother. That’s weird.” I raised an eyebrow at this, my heart racing. All this time I had thought he saw me as another little sister. But if that wasn’t the case, what did he see me as?

“And why is that?” I questioned. Peter’s face seemed to have reddened. I wasn’t sure if it had already been red from the sun and I just hadn’t noticed or if he was blushing. Before he could answer the microwave went off causing me to jump. Peter opened the door, taking the bowl out as steam rose from the food.

He set the bowl down on the counter before turning back to me. His eyes seemed to be studying me. I subconsciously bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I watched as his eyes followed the movement. “You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you,” he finally said.

“And so have you.”

“The thoughts I have about you…” Peter started as he walked closer to me, stopping so that we were almost pressed against each other. “They are not thoughts a brother has about his sister.” He leaned down towards my ear, his hot breath brushing the bare skin behind my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “That is why it’s weird for you to call me an older brother.” My face must have been the color of a lobster at this point, and I was no longer afflicted with hunger. Instead, lust coursed through my veins. He paused for a moment as if in thought before pressing his lips on the same skin his breath had just caressed. I let out a soft sigh allowing my hand to grasp onto his strong bicep. My other hand had crept around to his stomach, tracing the abs I had just moments before been admiring. He moved his lips, kissing down my neck as I moved my head back to give him more access.

His hands wrapped around my waist before he lifted me into the air. I let out a gasp in surprise before my ass met the cool counter. His eyes looked me up and down, filled with lust and desire. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he asked. His hands were by my hips as his thumb traced shapes on my thighs. I found myself blushing at his words. Many people had called me beautiful before but the way he spoke it was the same way people sing praises to the gods they worship. He stepped towards me and I opened my legs for him so that he was as close as physically possible.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. They seemed to be saying all the things that had been left unsaid since we had reunited. You’re different. I’m different. These emotions are different. I love you. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him closer (something I had not thought possible). His hands moved so that they were on either side of me, resting on the counter. My own hands were on his shoulders. I moved one so that it caressed his face. My mac and cheese sat patiently on the counter next to us, expecting to be eaten soon. I had a feeling the bowl would be staying there until the morning. Peter brought his face closer to mine. He paused for a moment, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes. I gave a slight nod. Then, he kissed me.

We kissed and suddenly I understood what the authors of the romance books I used to read were writing about. He was like a drug. With each touch I needed more. With each kiss I craved just one more moment of the taste of his lips. My hands traveled to his hair as we continued to kiss. His hands wandered my back, traveling beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to stay like this for eternity. On the other hand, I wanted more. I wanted to connect us even more. I wanted him to fuck me.

I pulled back just long enough for my shirt to be discarded. Then I immediately reconnected our lips. I kissed him hungrily, as if those few seconds apart had left me famished. His hands slipped between us, holding my breasts. A small shudder went down my spine as his thumbs brushed my nipples. His hands continuously moved, as if they weren’t sure what to do with all the newly exposed skin. He squeezed my breasts before letting his hands travel down my stomach, gripping my waist harshly as we continued to kiss.

I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. The feeling of something hard being pushed against my inner thigh informed me Peter was just as turned on. He disconnected our lips, tasting my chin and then neck and then collar bone until he reached my tits. I attempted to catch my breath as his tongue flicked across my nipple. I let out a soft gasp as my back arched in pleasure. He started to suck on my tits, making sure to show great care and attention to both of them. His grip on my waist tightened and I was sure there would be a slight bruise in the morning. I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment as that slight pain was the only thing keeping me grounded as pure pleasure pulsed throughout my body as Peter continued to kiss and suck and bite on the sensitive areas.

He stopped abruptly, standing upright and looking me directly in the eye. His erection that had been increasing in size and hardness was now protruding from his pants and pressing into the soft skin of my thigh. “When I was younger, I had always felt an attraction to you, (y/n),” he said. His voice was lower than usual and he seemed to be slightly out of breath as he spoke. “I never knew whether it was a friendly attraction or something stronger than that. But the moment I saw you for the first time in five years, I knew the feelings I felt for you...it wasn’t something most people feel. It was something so strong it took everything in me to not fall to my knees in defeat. In a happy defeat where I surrendered my heart to you.” I felt as if my heart was going to burst from my chest as I listened. “My body burns with desire for you (y/n). Please. Let me show you how you make me feel. Let me love you.”

I licked my lips, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt. I took a deep breath, hoping some of the fresh night air would clear my lust-clouded mind for a moment. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes a million times.” I could feel a large grin growing on my face and Peter was wearing a matching one. He grabbed my face in his hands before bringing us together for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen as his hands left my face and traveled down my bare top before playing with the band of my shorts. I inched towards the edge of the counter before sliding off, our lips parting for a moment as my feet hit the ground before immediately reuniting.

He roughly pulled down my shorts and panties in one motion, letting the clothes hit the ground. I followed suit, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. We parted for a moment, the moonlight shining through the window that sat over the sink allowing enough light so that I could see the true length of him. I had only a few moments to admire him, the thickness of his cock was sure to stretch me out deliciously, before he turned me around. I bent over the counter, the cool stone pressing against my naked skin. His hands gripped my hips to hold me in place before he pushed into me.

I let out a loud moan, causing him to put a hand over my mouth. He stayed in place, leaning over so that his mouth was next to my ear. “We have to be quiet. Unless you want both our families to see what we’re doing.” I nodded in understandance as he stood up straight again. He started by moving slowly. He pulled out halfway before pushing in all the way to the base. I felt my pussy flutter around him. He continued this slow rhythm for a while, testing out the water while stretching me out to fit him completely.

Once I felt myself start to adjust he started to go faster. I could feel the edge of the counter dig into my stomach each time my body was thrusted forward. My breasts moved in rhythm with Peter, my weight being supported by my forearms which were propped on top of the counter. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me. The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and our muffled moans as we did our best to stay quiet. The smell of sweat and sex hovered in the room. The moon acted as a spotlight for our indecent act. My vision was obstructed by my hair which was now a mess, strands of it sitting in front of my face.

“Peter, please,” I moaned quietly. I could feel myself getting closer, my legs now weaker than before as my arms were the only thing holding me up. Peter sensed this, using his hands that were on my hips to lift me up. I felt my mouth open, but no noise came out as my mind became overtaken with pleasure. I could hear Peter let out a groan as I felt myself collapse around him. I let my head fall forward as I attempted to recover from my orgasm. The pleasure started to become more bearable as Peter continued to fuck me. His thrusts were becoming more desperate. Just as I started to think he couldn’t be any rougher, he pulled out.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. The way he spoke brought butterflies to my stomach. He spoke much more forcefully than before, his voice laced with lust as he was too concerned with his own release to speak gently to me. I obeyed, opening my mouth for him unprompted. I started moving my head for him, wanting to make him feel just as good as he made me feel. His head fell back as his hip thrusted forward. I fought back the reflex to gag as his cock buried itself deep within my throat. His hand pushed on the back of my head, keeping me in place as I felt the beginning spurt of a warm and bitter liquid shooting down my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily, wanting to have as much of Peter as I could.

As the last drop of his cum slid down my throat, he slowly pulled away. I wiped away the small dribble of drool that had fallen down my chin. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, a smile on his face. His hand ran down the side of my head before caressing my face. I slowly got up, my legs still slightly weak. “Wow,” I said, slightly out of breath. Peter let out a soft chuckle before pulling me in for a kiss. We quietly got dressed. Peter grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. Our clothes didn’t stay on for too long as they quickly found their way to his bedroom floor. The night was filled with whispers of confessions of love, hands in hair, and lips pressed on naked skin. The next morning I would wake up, afraid that it had all been a dream before I turned to see Peter’s face on the pillow next to me. Then, a smile matching Peter’s sleepy one would form on my face.

[arlestial]

heyyy I absulutely LOVE your writing!

Could you maybe do a part 2 for the recent Nahoya foc? Dont rush yourself and take core plsss

❝you're losing me❞

synopsis : Today is you and Nahoya’s anniversary. You thought he would come back early to celebrate it with you - it was a special occasion after all. But you were wrong.

pairing : Nahoya Kawata (Smiley) x f!reader •—Tokyo Revengers

tw : Part 2 of the previous Nahoya x reader (Part 1 is here), full angst, no comfort.

word count : 1250~ words

author-note : Hi ! You're not the only one who asked a part 2, I'm glad ! So here it is (I made an angst ending, I didn't know if you prefered a good one, if it's the case, tell me, and I'll write an alternative end), I thought it would be better with this end. Sorry for the delay, I hope everyone will like it (especially you @rome-alone !) take care of yourself ♡

He fucked up. And perhaps it was his last chance.

Nahoya wasn’t sure of the date, so he checked. One. Two. Three, four or five times. But he couldn’t even understand himself. Did he really forgot it ? Your couple birthday ? He realized when he saw your figure on the couch, the pillow wet because of your tears. He remembered about the restaurant, the restaurant where you waited for him for hours, the gifts, that you probably bought weeks ago…

He was so sorry. He wanted to wake you up, to apologize deeply, but you seemed tired, cold, and above all, extremely sad. Disappointed. So, he just took a cover, and put it on you, caressing your cheek with his finger. But when he saw your face, your brows furrowed in your sleep, he just left you on the couch, a bit sad of your reaction.

The next morning, you wake-up, sun on your eyelids. You growled, tired, and headed to the bedroom to take some clothes, in order to take a shower in the bathroom. On your way, while you stretched your arms, you met the person you didn’t want to meet at all. Nahoya. You just bumped his shoulder, trying to access to the wardrobe. He scoffed, quite shocked you were doing the cold shoulder now, and coughed for your attention. He was even more shocked to see that you didn’t even glance at him.

« Mornin, baby. The cat got your tongue ? » he said, in a flirty tone.

« I wish he could eat yours. », you responded, taking your clothes from the wardrobe, trying to form a good outfit for an hang-out today.

« No need to be this cold, babe », he looked at the outfit, puzzled, « where’re you going ? »

« Somewhere. Maybe the restaurant where I waited for hours yesterday ? Who knows. »

You walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You didn't want to see him now, or you would definitely punch him in the face. You took your shower, then dressed-up, brushed your teeth and your hair, and exited the bathroom, only to find (again) Nahoya in front of you.

« Where are you going and with who ? »

« I’m not gonna tell you. After all, you don’t need to know. You probably don’t care about me anyway. »

« Y/N, please, stop your childish behavior », he said, sighing, « we can talk this out, like civilized people. »

« My childish behavior ? Are you being serious right now ? You left me alone on our birthday to hang out with your friends, even though you knew I was waiting for you, don’t tell me you’re the civilized person here. »

He reached for your hand, but you slapped it away.

« Don’t you dare fucking touch me now, » and your voice began to shake a little, « after all I have done for you, for us, you ditched me like I was nothing to you, again », and tears left finally your eyes.

« Y/N, I’m so sorry. Please, listen to me. I know I fucked up. Give me a second chance. I shouldn’t have- » 

« It’s too late to apologize, Nahoya. It’s not the first time you left me alone to hang-out with your friends », you sobbed, « I’m not a toy you can play with when you want too. W-Why can’t you just think about me for once ? »

« I always think about you, I promise ! Just give me a second chance, I’m not gonna fuck it up again. Please. »

« I can’t, how can I trust you ? You hurt me-»

« Stop acting like the fucking victim now ! I’m as hurt as you, you act like I’m a fucking monster who treats you like shit ! »

He yelled and firmly grabbed your wrist, hurting you in the process. You stopped sobbing. You were not shocked. You were terrified. You knew Nahoya was a bit violent, he likes fighting, and all that stuff, but he always promised to be affectionate with you, never yell at you or even touch you in a violent way. Another promise he didn’t keep. He realized what he did, and silence filled the room. Tears flowed down your cheeks, your wrist still in in Nahoya’s hand, who was breathing heavily.

« I hope I never met you. »

« Wait, Y/N, I’m sorry- »

« I don’t want to be yours anymore. », you scoffed, « If you considered me as yours in the first place. »

You removed your wrist from his grip, you took your bag, and left the apartment, drying your tears. Nahoya tried to follow you but then, he understand.

You were gone. Forever.

Two months later, Nahoya was with his gang, and he couldn't stop thinking about you, still hoping that one day you would forgive him. He saw you across the street, walking and laughing. His eyes widened when he saw the person you were with; a boy from the opposite gang, walking hand in hand. The boy looked at him, with sharp, hateful eyes. The feeling of jealousy, he didn’t even have the right to feel, rose in his chest. You called out the boy’s name, and he looked back at you, giving you a kind and beautiful smile. You two kissed, and sudden tears left Nahoya's eyes. Now, you were with someone else. Someone who deserved you. It was too late.

[walnutcookie]

PLS TELL ME ABOUT DRAGON PROPHECY AU PLSSS its my fav au of yours its very interestjng :)

GGWAAGAKHD im just gonna spoil it,, I was planning on making an animation and have people guess the lore but like its veen a year and i STILL havent made it .

i think its pretty clear that this is vaguely based off of wings of fire (i promise rhat was unintentional)

eclair is reading his favorite book, an enchanted one that generates knowledge over time . This one is about dragons!

and to his surprise, theres a page describing a prophecy for june 26th its like um

on the 26th of june

under the rising moon

the dragons of legend will call

and magic city will fall

guess what! its june 19th. eclair runs into espressos office because hes panicking and he has the closest office and espresso is just like . What the fuck why did you burst into my office screaming i am working. go bother someone else about your silly fairy tales. yeah he doesnt think the prophecy is real (esclair divorce arc /JOKE)

the days are getting closer and closer and eclair is losing his mind!!!!!he doesnt tell anyone else about it cause hes scared theyll react like espresso and call it silly. on june 26th eclair keeps looking up at the sky nervously and espressos like Dude chill nothing will happen [gets eaten by a dragon]

side note ! said dragon was earl grey purely because i wanted to put dragon features into their hom! design. no idea how they became a dragon but they did,, so now theres about 10 dragons flapping about parfaedia and wrecking it to pieces! (dont ask why i guess they were in a silly goofy mood)

eclair is losing his shit he just saw his coworker and friend and maybe crush DIE IN FRONT OF HIM WHAT THE FUCK!!!! latte is desperately trying to help creampuff figure out a way to stop the carnage and almond is bawling because his daughter got smushed into a walnut pancake . eclair turns to his library and searches through every spellbook he can find in a desperate attempt to fix things, and in a very shady and not so safe book he finds a spell to turn the user into a dragon ! he doesnt bother reading the warnings and spends literally hours and hours straight trying this spell desperately and probably passing out from exhaustion a few times i mean . he knows magic but not too much magic. but eventually he gets it and he turns into a dragon yippee!!!! also since all of yhe dragons have they/them pronouns . Spell that nonbinarys your gender (and turns uou into a dragon)

they go up to the dragons and the dragons are like Yo nice scales lol. u should hang out with us and eclair is like Oh.....well ummmm.......it cant hurt right. i will learn more about the dragons like a spy so i can defeat them better. (its not like they could take 10 dragons on all by themself anyways)

flash forward parfaedia is ruined. the dragons have left and returned to their homes, the surviving parfaedians have flocked to other cities and kingdoms. (roguefort fled on the first night the dragons came)

latte and cream puff (and almond but hes a ruined mess and they basically just drag him along) want to confront the dragons and maybe make peace or figure out what happened idk they find tea knight and all go to this cave in a mountain together ! they enter this HUGE library and theyre a little confused until Surprise!!!! theres eclair theyre a dragon now . everyones like What the fuck happened to you and eclair goes im better now :3 and says fuck you claws lattes eyes out and then bites tea knights head off . and then they just go home no happy ending

[ickymichi]

𝐃!𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒

𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐎𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

<3 includes: oikawa toru, iwaizumi hajime, hanamaki takahiro, matsukawa issei.

<3 warnings: nsfw, a lot of dick talk,pube talk 😭i’m already laughing, describing peens, me being hrnknee for seijoh nothing new, me not being able to be serious

<3 things to know: as always, set in the timeskip! minors pls dni!

<3 a/n: ...i thought of this at 4:38am don’t say anything.this is just me being silly yuh. but, hope you enjoy my dears! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

© all contents belongs to k1ttykawa 2021. please do not repost/modify on this or any other platform.

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

♡ it’s gonna be hard for me to keep serious but i’ll try 😭

♡ anyway staring off with resident pretty boy which means, pretty boy pretty dick.

♡ definitely has more length then girth but he not a noodle. yk?

♡ got a slight curve to the right. definitely knows how to use his dick to get you wanting more.

♡ is circumcised.

♡ keeps is hair tidy and neat by trimming. went the full monty bald once and never again.

♡ over all yeah pretty dick to look at, wouldn’t mind having it down my throat. probably bout 6 inches ish.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

♡ hehehe girthy dick for a girthy man.

♡ pls have you seen iwaizumi hajime(27) athletic trainer? mf got a whole third leg‼️

♡ but yeah definitely more girth than length this time.

♡ no curve 😐just standing up straight. but shit down matter mf still rocks your shit every time

♡ is circumcised

♡ definitely used to go a while without shaving or trimming but now he just had a change of mind and does it way more often.

♡ but yaah vv nice dique love it. i’d say neeeearly 6 just tethering on the edge with a nice girth. isn’t too happy bout ‘kawa being bigger.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

♡ okay i know in all my hcs i always slander my mans but not today! only a little

♡ but makki is MY resident pretty boy so he also part of the pretty dick squad.

♡ definitely like oikawa, longer than thicker. hehe skinny dick

♡ curves to the left. he always thought his dick was broken till the boys told him it was normal

♡ his body hair is really fair everywhere so you can barely see it. but still trims it cause you don’t want a mouth full of pubes when you giving the good gawk gawk

♡ i definitely wouldn’t mind being face to face and choking on hiro’s dick any time of the week. maybe around 6 1/2 inches. definitely extremely happy to even be a little bigger than toru.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈

♡ i’m going off for my hubby.

♡ i just need to let this known before we begin. when they graduated they had a boys night to celebrate before oikawa and iwa left. this resulted in them all getting drunk and going into a room in pairs and flashing each other their dicks. makki went in with issei n he doesn’t know what he was expecting but it definitely wasn’t the fucking monster hanging between mfs legs. came out of the room with a shocked expression and told the others to ‘see for yourselves”. everyone had the same shocked expression that night

♡ but yes. biggest dick out of the four, out of all hq if i dare

♡ but doesn’t show off or be like yeah i’m hanging fuk you. is definitely quiet about it.

♡ which is why you were fucking speechless when he pulled it out for your guys first time. you literally are sitting there like 😟 and mf just like ...suprise ig.

♡ like you can tell he packing it with the undeniable bulge in every pair of trousers he wears.

♡ plsss mf wears sweatpants no boxers round the house just to get a reaction out of you.

♡ shit back to dique talk. yeah he’s hanging, got a third leg, huge balls blah blah stuff we been knew.

♡ but js mf definitely grows hair so fucking quick leaving him to have to trim at least twice a week.

♡ never went bald and never will. but never going back to a full bush. for your sake.

♡ doesn’t matter if mf doesn’t know how to use his dick.he does you still getting left unconscious.

♡ definitely had an incident where a chick nearly vommed on his dick if she didn’t pull off and run to the toilet.

♡ but overall, seggsy big man, seggsy big coque. 13 9 -10 inches and a girth to where your fingers aint meeting.

[justice4canyonmoon]

11,20,22 plsss 😫😳

#11-“I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

#20-“You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

#22-“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

so I started out thinking this one was going to be exclusively dom!harry, but it ended up kind of taking a life of its own...I hope you like it either way (I certainly do).

warnings: smut!!!! 18+only!!!! vaginal fingering, spanking, mostly sub!harry but also a touch of dom!harry, fwb

wc: 939

You didn’t really think you could be blamed for how you were acting. Harry, your roommate, had invited you to a party being thrown by one of his friends. Even though you didn’t know Mitch all that well (you were much closer friends with Sarah, his girlfriend), you thought it would be fun to go out. But Harry hadn’t spoken to you this entire time, instead choosing to surround himself with three other quite beautiful women. On the outside, you were calm and collected. On the inside, you were seething. Sure, the arrangement you two had was a friends with benefits type of thing, and you weren’t mutually exclusive, but you couldn’t help but be jealous. So you figured that two could play at this game.

You found a cute guy and started chatting him up. He was quite handsome, with deep, brown eyes, brown hair, and a very sweet smile. He was actually quite nice. Soon, you were draped over his lap, laughing at his jokes and running your fingers over his torso. You risked a glance at Harry and saw him glaring at you, clearly displeased. Good. He deserved a taste of his own medicine.

“Excuse me. I think I need to use the restroom,” you told the guy, leaving the relative safety of his lap and wandering through the house until you reached Mitch’s bathroom.

Bur you weren’t alone for long.

“What the hell was tha?”

You turned, and of course, it was Harry.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You. All over tha guy.”

“We were just talking,” you retorted, though that clearly wasn’t the case.

Suddenly, he pressed you against the wall,“I bet yeh thought yeh were real cute letting them put their hands all over yeh. We’ll see how cute yeh look later when I get yeh home.”

Normally, him talking like that would turn you on. And it definitely did. There was a heat burning between your thighs. But you were also pissed.

“Oh, so you’re allowed to have women hanging all over you. That’s totally fine. But the second I start looking at someone else, it’s suddenly a problem. Fucking hypocrite.”

Harry’s eyes softened a bit, realizing that you were right, “Oh. ’m sorry. Tha is pretty hypocritical of me. We’re not even exclusive anyway. ’ve got no right t’ be jealous.”

“I guess I don’t, either. And I’m sorry for letting it get to me. But it was kind of shitty of you to invite me to a party and not spend any time with me whatsoever, even as a friend,” you said.

He backed away from you, allowing you some space from the suffocating tension in the hallway. Now he almost looked like a kicked puppy, the realization that he was being a bit of a dick washing over him.

“’m sorry.”

You looked him in the eye, “How are you going to make it up to me?”

Harry knew where you were going with this, and he was completely on board, “I’ll be a good boy.”

It usually took a lot more for him to submit, but he really did want to make it up to you.

You opened the bathroom door, allowing him to enter before stepping inside, closing the door and locking it behind you.

“I want you to finger me, Harry,” you commanded, “when you make me cum, I’ll let you do the same.”

Harry was eager to please, so he pulled down your pants quickly and shoved your panties to the side. You were already pretty wet, so it was easy for him to sink two fingers inside of you. Slick sounds and very soft moans were filling up the room as he finger-fucked you, and you were already feeling incredible. Harry was the best partner you had had, even though you weren’t together. It blew your mind how easily he made you cum. You braced one of your hands on the wall, your legs starting to tremble slightly with how good he was fucking you.

“Look at yeh, ’ve only started using m’ fingers and y’ already shaking,” he taunted, rubbing his finger over your clit.

Rage began to fill your system as you yanked his hand out of your panties, “Who’s the one in charge here?”

His eyes widened, “Y-you are.”

“So if I’m in charge, why are you trying to take over? I thought you were going to be a good boy for me. Clearly, you aren’t capable of following simple directions.”

“’m sor-”

You cut him off, “Bend over the sink.”

Harry swallowed hard, not daring to question you now as he did as instructed. This scenario was really doing it for him, his cock pressing against the sink as you ripped off his trousers and boxers.

“Think you deserve a spanking for that one,” you growled as one of you hands crashed down on his cheek.

He yelped at the contact, but pushed into it, loving when you got like this. The next smack garnered a gasp, and the next a moan of pleasure.

“You’re being a bit loud,” you hissed, “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

He moaned a bit louder at that, making you chuckle darkly, “Of course a little slut like you would like that.”

You landed a few more harsh smacks on his backside, painting it a cherry red. Then, it all stopped. You pulled away completely, and his head whipped around to see why.

“Get redressed. We’re going home, and when we get there, you’re really going to make it up to me.”

[taelme]

Where’s your good-natured Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry?

request: (anon): hi!! can u please do an enemies-to-lovers with mark lee? i live for your aus, you really are an amazing writer💜 if you don’t want to it’s completely fine😅 anyways hope you have a great day/night💜💜

genre: kind of friends-to-enemies-to-lovers??, Hogwarts!au (fluff, mild angst, kind of slow burn, mutual secret pining??) 

pairing/s: Mark / Reader (ft some of 127) (side yuwin and johnil!)

word count: 23k+ rip 

tw: mark and the reader are both like not pureblood wizards in this so there's sort of like mentions about ppl hating on them lol bc of like blood purity and stuff so yeah thats abt it 

a/n: this is something a little diff from what ive put out!! bc ive always loved Hogwarts aus so I kind of wanted to try something a little different for this trope? and I decided to show their relationship a little differently from how I would typically imagine enemies-to-lovers to be but nonetheless I hope you guys enjoy it!! also anon if you're seeing it here first thank u for being patient!! had alot of fun with this one n I hope u like it!! (also plsss im devastated at the thought of baby mark in a Hogwarts uniform) also I tried to be as like explanatory(?) as I could so i hope even if u’ve never watched Harry Potter before the terminology won't be hard to understand! (PPS gif creds to op this gif is so cute)  read this on ao3

The first time you met Mark, you met the wide-eyed first-year who was still trying to get over the shock of running through a pillar at a train platform, the one who was simply looking for a friend.

“Hey, can I sit here?”

Your head snapped around when the train cabin doors had opened roughly, slamming against the wall. You spotted a young boy who didn’t look any older than you, standing there with his eyebrows raised, wincing slightly as he yanked his luggage into the carriage, struggling to maintain his balance while the train moved bumpily over the tracks.

Albeit confused (since you were about halfway through the train ride already, finding it strange for him to only be finding a seat now), you dismissed your suspicions, nodding at him.

“Oh...yeah sure,” you murmured, watching curiously as the boy gave you an appreciative smile, shoving his bags in the overhead compartment before taking a seat in front of you, heaving a tired sigh.

“What’s your name?” he asked you, “I’m Mark.”

You averted your gaze, unsure why you were so shy in front of him. Sure, you thought he was cute, in an awkward kind of way, but you hadn’t even reached the school yet and here you were already developing crushes on other students?

“Y/N,” you murmured, earning another smile from him.

“Wait, you know what spongebob is?”

Taken aback by his sudden question, you followed where his finger pointed towards, spotting the keychain hanging from your luggage, a bubble-blowing spongebob bouncing above the both of you.

Giving him a slow nod, you dared yourself to meet his gaze, swallowing down whatever shyness you had in you, “you know it too?”

Strangely, he seemed almost afraid to agree with you, averting his gaze as one of his hands went up to the back of his neck, tilting his head as if he was hesitant to speak.

You were sure that people in the wizarding world weren’t very well versed on human (muggle) tv shows, trying to find the term in your head so you could tell Mark, in case his silence was because he hadn't been able to find the right term either.

You recalled hearing your brother Johnny mentioning it when your parents had asked about what house you could possibly have been sorted into.

“Are you a muggle-born?” you asked with a smile, proud at your first-year self that was properly using the terms Johnny had taught you.

Mark’s gaze shot up to meet yours almost instantly, a part of him waiting for you to react like those in the other cabin, calling him ​impure​, ​undeserving​ of his invitation to Hogwarts.

Nodding slowly, Mark scrunched his eyes shut, preparing himself for another look of disgust or discomfort, not expecting your response.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of...I’m one too, and my brother, he’s a third-year,” you told him, watching his eyes widen in disbelief, his hands shifting to grip at the hem of his sweater.

He didn’t have any siblings to rely on, rendering him rather alone in this new environment. Hence, his surprise that he’d been lucky enough to chance upon your cabin. Mark’s eyes wandered back to the keychain, thinking out loud before he could stop himself.

“I should’ve brought something like that too, my mom didn’t want me to bring too many muggle things along with me,” he smiled half-heartedly, pursing his lips.

“Here, do you want it? You can have it,” you were already climbing on your knees on the cushioned seat, reaching up to detach the keychain from your bag, holding it out to him as though it were a peace offering.

Or like how a parent would offer a child a sweet to stop them from crying. Except this time the sweet was one of your favourite keychains that you were now impulsively offering to your new friend.

“Really?” you watched as a hint of a smile played at his lips, “thanks.”

He accepted the keychain from you wordlessly, his gaze flickering between the keychain to you, “you seem really nice...” he murmured, his hand leaving his sweater almost reluctantly to fidget with his ear.

You smiled at him, genuinely this time, not being able to wait to tell Johnny about the new friend you’d made in the train (and hoping he wouldn’t ask you about the disappearance of your keychain).

“I hope we get sorted into the same house,” you told him.

Mark looked away, a small smile on his lips as he brought his other hand up to cover his mouth, resting his elbow on the windowsill and nodding at you.

“Me too,” he mumbled through a smile.

Trust you, it wasn’t as if you were very knowledgeable about this sorting hat business, especially after you’d taken your seat on the chair, your eyes gleaming with excitement as you waited for the sorting hat to put you in ​Gryffindor h​ouse so you could run along over to where your older brother Johnny was seated with his third-year friends. Not to mention your new friend Mark, who had taken his seat at the Gryffindor table just before you.

Gryffindors were known to be ​daring, courageous, chivalrous​, and ​brave. You wondered if that same boy you met on the train was capable of displaying such traits that seemed so different from his reserved demeanour.

But the sorting hat seemed to have different plans in mind for you. You heard the hat bellow a loud ‘​Slytherin!​’ into the hall, your heart sinking as you reluctantly made your way over to the table to be seated. Johnny was calm, giving you a reassuring nod, having predicted with your parents that you would likely be sorted into that house.

Mark’s heart sank. Watching with mixed feelings as you made your way towards the table where the other students who had insulted him on the train had taken their seats, he was unsettled by the feeling in his gut telling him this wasn’t right.

Thankfully for you, a certain mischievous third-year Slytherin by the name of Yuta had been seated across you, tilting his head at you with a smile, leaning closer and dropping his voice to a whisper so the other students wouldn’t hear.

“Hey, Johnny’s your brother, right?”

You nodded slowly, flinching back when Yuta had extended a hand abruptly for you to shake.

“I’m Yuta. Stick with me and I’ll show you the ropes around here,” he told you, quirking his eyebrows ever so slightly in his ​rather rehearsed​ proposal. Taking his hand slowly to shake, you made your first friend in your house.

He was Johnny’s friend, wasn’t he? How bad could it get?

Unbeknownst to you, Johnny and Yuta had sensed your magical proficiency from a very early stage, and with the both of their prior knowledge on how having a muggle-born sorted into a house where it was still hard to shake traditional notions on the importance of ​blood purity,​ they knew you would have your fair share of struggles with your fellow students in your house.

So, they’d made it a point to study with you. Which, in other words, meant Johnny and Yuta sneaking off with you to abandoned parts of the castle where they would casually ‘practice’ their spells in front of you in the hopes that you would imitate them (which you always tried to). And surely enough, you found after accompanying them for a few months, you had managed to compile a fair repertoire of charms under your belt.

It was for your protection,​ Johnny would always insist when his senior Taeil found out that he had been teaching you the ​sixth-year level​ spells, the ​Ravenclaw​ boy insisting that it was ridiculous for him to expect you to master spells of such calibre when you were only a first-year. But, well, you obviously didn’t know that.

Of course you would share your newfound knowledge with Mark whenever the both of you had classes together, and you were glad that you’d chosen him (or he’d chosen you, it went both ways, really) to be your friend. He was very much a reminder to you that you didn’t have to navigate in this environment on your own.

Sure you had Johnny and Yuta, but Mark was at the same stage of life as you, it was ​different​.

The two of you would spend your free time at the viaduct, enjoying the large expanse of the bridge overlooking the lake that you’d discovered together. Over there, you would spend your free time between lessons or on the weekends to talk about things you liked, about home, even about stupid things like missing ​pizza rolls​. Your first-year self grew to like the place very much, how it started to remind you of the comfort of home, the comfort of your new friend, Mark.

But for Mark, things went a little differently, having heard passing comments about you being a ‘​mudblood’​ , and how it wasn’t surprising that you were associating with him, you know, the stupid quotes about birds flocking together because of their feathers. ​Whatever​, Mark couldn’t be bothered to remember it. But the more he heard it, the more he wondered if it was better to keep you at arm’s length.

It was one particular incident in the boys bathroom that had put him in his place. How the same boys he’d encountered on the train had stopped him before he could leave.

“Look, it’s our ​favourite​ ​mudblood,​” they’d made their presence known, quite literally, with the way they’d blocked out Mark’s exit from the washroom.

Mark found the whole ordeal quite silly, that people in this day and age still cared about blood purity, but in cases like these, he knew better than to assume they weren’t brought up with these ideals. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t hurt by their words either, it’d already taken way too much persuasion from his mom to let their words ‘​pass by​’ him, like she always said.

“You really disgust me, you know that?” one of them spat, “how do you even do magic? Who’d you steal it from?” they prodded, shoving Mark harshly against the wall of the washroom, one of them grabbing Mark by the collar, almost making him feel more lightheaded than he already was from how tight his tie was.

“I didn’t,” Mark grunted, “​steal​ it from anyone.”

“Huh,” the one that held him by the collar had huffed, “for some reason, I don’t believe you. Maybe we should ask Y/N,”

Mark’s eyes widened, shaking his head, “why does Y/N have to get involved? She didn’t do anything.”

“Wake up, Mark. You think she’s really your friend?” the boy sneered, “you’ve got to learn how to differentiate friendship and ​pity​.”

After this, when Mark had started to grow busier after his teacher had signed him up for the Gryffindor quidditch team, he’d ​let​ himself be busy. Bit by bit, he would surround himself with his own friends, as if it was some sort of agreement that this was just how things were supposed to be.

It was a miracle in itself for him to make any move to even look at you, much less make a move to talk to you, afraid that if he did he’d be attracting unwanted attention from the people in your house.

He figured this means of looking out for you would be for the best. You would be happy without getting involved with him, he would tell himself from then on, that you were ‘​making your real friends’​ there, as the sorting hat had mentioned since day 1.

You were popular among the people in your house, they liked you, your drive, your way of speaking. ​There probably wasn’t room for people like him in your life anyway.

===

The next time you’d met him, you’d met the freshly-appointed third-year ​prefect​ Mark (yes, you read that right, he was such perfect, rule-abiding, teacher’s pet material that they’d appointed a ​third-year​ to be prefect), who would stop at nothing to prove that he wasn’t weak like people thought he was.

“Alright, class, just to get a sense of where you lot are at now, how about we have a duel? A few of you are in the duelling club, am I right?” your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor had proposed, Professor Park, a relatively young teacher that had just taken over the position as DADA professor when you’d enrolled.

His gaze searched the crowd of students that would rather ​die​ than meet his eyes, eventually seeming to have deemed you and Mark to be sufficient for the duel.

“Can someone else do it instead?” you pleaded with your teacher, not comfortable in situations that required you to duel, much preferring the confines of your own desk where you were free to practice your charms without risking hurting anyone, especially not Mark. And Mark knew this.

Your professor was insistent, however, coming behind you to push you up onto a platform that Mark was already standing on, the rest of the students in your class gathered round as though it were some sort of wrestling match (which you supposed it was similar to).

“C’mon, now, show us some good-natured ​Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry,​ ” your professor guffawed, making you let out a frustrated sigh as you straightened out your robes, readying yourself as he queued the start of the duel.

It was fairly simple at first. Mark seemed to have been going easy on you as he cast mindless spells that were making no such effort to hit you. You figured the both of you weren’t going to take this too seriously since it was just for your professor to see you apply whatever spells you’d learnt so far.

Well, that was until a few bored-looking Slytherin students (that Mark was ​very​ much familiar with) had spoken up.

“C’mon, ​mudblood​, is that all you got?” they taunted towards Mark, soft enough that your professor wouldn’t hear.

And you noticed how Mark’s gaze had almost immediately hardened, his grip on his wand tightening as his spells seemed to have gotten more intentional.

You’d missed the way Mark had glanced at them, one of them looking at him almost challengingly.

You weren’t sure what the term meant, frowning at what it could’ve implied since it warranted such a reaction from Mark. ​Mudblood​. The term itself sounded disgusting, even.

Mark wasn’t sure what came over him, the desire to prove himself, or the desire to end the duel, he wasn’t sure. He knew that he wanted to make sure there was no reason for those students to pursue you, yet at the time, he wasn’t sure about the lengths he would go to prove that.

All he was aware of was that he’d just cast a disarming spell that was powerful enough to send you flying backwards, landing on your back with a loud grunt. He’d surprised you further when he’d sent a bout of fire directed your way before you had even fully straightened up, making you flinch back, extinguishing the small flame gotten caught at the end of your robe, giving him a scandalized look.

The students broke out into hushed whispers, all eagerly anticipating your next move as Mark made no move to stop directing spells at you, the next swish-and-flick of his wand causing

your feet to lift off of the ground, making you wonder just how much power he’d put into casting that spell.

Wracking your brain for spells out of your sheer anger that he would’ve directed the fire towards your ​face,​ you recalled a particular silencing charm Yuta had shown you before, and before you knew it, you were expelling his wand from his hand and casting the silencing charm on him.

You hadn’t expected it to work, but you figured it did from the way Mark’s hand had flown to grasp his throat, frowning at the lack of sound coming from his mouth.

Mark’s eyes widened, and so did your professor’s, dumbfounded that you’d just easily cast a spell that even his sixth-years were ​struggling​ to perform successfully, deciding that that had been enough duelling for the day.

“Okay, class, enough, you’re all dismissed. Y/N and Mark, please stay behind,” you watched as your classmates had slowly dispersed out of the classroom, not without shooting you brief glances and fearfully looking away when you’d returned them.

You huffed at the sight of your professor cooing over Mark. You’d taken a blow to your back right in front of him and yet all he cared about was making sure his ​precious​ Gryffindor prefect was alright.

“Don’t worry, kid, the spell will wear off soon. Do you have a class after this?” you had eavesdropped from where you were packing up your things, a part of you still feeling hurt trying to digest the fact that Mark had been so competitive to the point of disregarding your feelings, just for the sake of winning the duel.

Maybe Mark should’ve been sorted into Slytherin instead.

The green in your robes taunted Mark, almost, as you made your way to where he was standing next to your professor, waiting for him to be done drafting the note to excuse his lack of voice for his next lesson (which was ​Charms​, quite unfortunately).

“Y/N, can I just ask where you’d learnt such spells? I mean, no third-year I know is ​that proficient in casting spells that are of a sixth-year’s standard.”

You ignored the way Mark’s gaze on you had hardened, turning into an almost-glare, simply keeping your gaze fixed on your professor as you shrugged.

“I don’t know, just... overheard it I guess. I didn’t think it’d ​actually​ work,” you explained, folding your arms “can I go now? I’m late for my next class.”

Mark scoffed, making a decision in his head. He was no longer going to let himself get swayed by you, you were in Slytherin for a reason, he figured, ​and it was best not to forget that​. Today was enough evidence for him.

Choosing that time to leave the class, Mark made his exit known with his angry stomping, which grew softer as he got further, making you glance back impatiently to see your professor narrow his eyes at you.

“Yeah, just...​be careful ​when you use that spell next time, which I hope you won’t find a need for,” he told you, dismissing you with a wave.

You’d tried to forget your little run-in with Mark, but by dinner, you’d been confronted by both Yuta and Johnny who were ​much too eager to know the details of your little duel.

“Spill,” you heard a small thud of Yuta’s forearm against the table as he sat next to you, ignoring the annoyed looks he’d warranted from the other Slytherin students (who upon realising who he was, had immediately made a space for him to sit), Johnny leaning on the wall behind you with an expectant look on his face as well.

“Spill what?” you huffed, turning around in your seat to press your shoes against the wall next to where Johnny was leaning, Yuta giving you a knowing smirk at you in response.

“We heard from Professor Park, you know,” Yuta made to swish an imaginary wand in front of you, “​silencio?​ Ring a bell?” Yuta deadpanned, reminding you of the silencing charm, earning a snort from Johnny.

“Taeil’s gonna ​kill​ me if he finds out I taught you the spell,” he grimaced, making Yuta wave him off.

“Yeah, right, as if you wouldn’t love another excuse to get one-on-one time with Taeil,” Yuta shot back, his gaze still filled with concern as he examined your expression.

“Who was it? I heard it was a Gryffindor,” Johnny changed the subject quickly, his gaze scanning the Gryffindor table at the other end of the hall, trying to see if he recognized any third-year faces, the only one being his roommate Mark, ​but Mark would never do that, right?

“If you’re ​that​ curious, it’s Mark Lee,” you told him with an eye-roll, “you know, your precious prefect.”

Johnny’s eyes widened, falling silent almost immediately, whereas Yuta simply hummed in feigned understanding, trying to place a face to the name.

Johnny glanced over at Yuta’s expression, contributing a, “Gryffindor’s chaser.” Only then earning a look of stark realisation from Yuta.

“Aren’t you two friends?” Yuta asked, having recalled stories you told him in your first year about how Mark was the first friend you made coming to Hogwarts.

You shrugged, “I mean, we ​were,​ ” you stopped yourself, tilting your head as you stared at your hands as if they could give you the words you were looking for, “I don’t quite know. Friends don’t act like he did. I mean, I get it, it was a duel and whatever, but...” you trailed off, not wishing to get into how you felt in the middle of the great hall where literally every other student was happily dining.

Yuta sensed your discomfort, giving Johnny a nod, “you deal with Mark, I’ll handle it here.”

Johnny pushed aside his hesitance, trusting Yuta to have your best intentions in mind (the boy cared for you as if you were his own younger sister), choosing to set his mind on observing the boy who tried to​ t​ torch his sister.

“I remember something,” you murmured after Johnny had left, Yuta looking at you with gentle concern, prompting you to continue,

“Some people called him a ​mudblood?​ And then he got mad and he started getting really competitive,” you offered, unsure why Yuta’s expression had turned almost grim.

“Lesson of the day, that term, is a ​disgusting​ term. If anyone ​ever​ calls you that you better let me know,” he held a finger up, pointing it for emphasis, “I don’t ​ever​ wanna hear you say it ever again. From now on, you use the proper term, which is a ‘​well deserving wizard​’,” he grinned.

You frowned, “would you at least tell me what it means?” Yuta was about to get up, turning to you with a sigh.

“It’s like how it’s spelled,” he told you, “dirty blood. People used to use it a lot in the past towards people with non-magic possessing parents, or half-bloods, like you and Johnny. But it’s bad, it’s really...bad,” Yuta inhaled deeply, practically being able to imagine all your thoughts swirling in your head.

Yuta turned to you with a frown, his expression breaking into a cheeky grin, “How about this, Taeil gave us a spell to get around the whole no-electricity thing, so...” he quirked an eyebrow at you with a small smile, “how does a round of mario kart in the common room sound?”

===

“What are you doing here?”

Your head snapped around just as you’d entered ​The Three Broomsticks,​ the cosy pub down the line of shops in ​Hogsmeade​, not having expected to come face to face with Johnny and his Hufflepuff friend Taeyong, who gave you a slight nod of the head in greeting.

You narrowed your eyes at him, raising up your bag containing your purchases from the quill shop, having run out of parchment after Yuta had ​‘borrowed’​ some for what you assumed was writing more love letters to the sixth-year Gryffindor Sicheng.

“What are ​you​ doing here?” you narrowed your eyes at him, seeing him glance at the far end of the pub cautiously, making you frown, wanting to follow his gaze but you not being able to find what he was looking at.

“Oh, you know... just, post-quidditch practice drinks.”

Taeyong stifled a chortle, “yeah...cause Taeil ​totally​ plays quidditch.”

You scoffed, “don’t you have to study for your exams?”

You heard Taeyong practically deflate in a sigh next to you, no longer looking as amused as he nodded gravely, “yes, he does.”

Johnny shrugged, “join us? I’ll pay if you promise not to tell mom I was here,” he bargained, earning a shrug from you, nodding.

However, what Johnny had failed to mention was that by ‘us’ he had meant Taeil and Mark.

Your fight-or-flight instincts immediately kicked in when you spotted Mark seated there with his tie loosened underneath his sweater, his hair messy and his round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

You shot a menacing glare at Johnny, about to pursue an argument with him but having been shut down quickly by Taeyong, who made you take a seat next to him, letting Johnny sit further from you so he could be next to Taeil.

“Hey! I was just talking about how much I missed you,” Taeil’s eyes lit up when he saw you, making you sigh deeply, giving in to Taeil’s welcoming smile as you pulled your glass closer to yourself, the warmth of your glass against your hand similar to his aura.

“Missed you too,” you frowned.

Mark had wanted to roll his eyes, annoyed at the way you’d seemed to be acting as if he wasn’t even there, your gaze skipping past him and greeting only Taeil.

Was there anything in the books that mentioned Slytherins being arrogant as well?

Johnny scoffed, “what about me? You never tell ​me​ you miss me,” he gave Taeil a pout, earning a grimace from you, watching as Taeil’s cheeks tinted pink, a small smile on his face while peeling Johnny’s hand away gingerly from his waist.

“How’s school been? Not still ​hexing​ anyone, I hope,” Taeil chuckled, earning a snort from Mark, whose gaze was fixed on his drink, his leg bouncing absently.

You furrowed your eyebrows, poking your tongue in your cheek as you turned your gaze towards him, oblivious to the looks of distress Taeyong was casting towards Johnny.

“Well I could now, if ​someone i​sn’t careful,” you smiled sweetly at Mark, the boy simply raising an eyebrow at you as if in a challenge. You ignored the passing comment from Taeyong that ‘​someone’s been spending too much time with Yuta​’.

Mark didn’t seem the slightest bit fazed, giving you a nonchalant shrug. “Be my guest. That’d be about like what...45 points from your house, at least, right?”

You inhaled deeply, choosing to drop the topic as you directed your attention back to Taeil, your grip on your glass hard enough to make your knuckles turn white.

You would be quiet today,​ for Yuta’s sake.​ He’d kill you if you botched his chances of winning the house cup just because of your beef with Mark.

Today, it seemed, you were meeting the fifth-year Mark that was ​aloof,​ that was ​daring (sometimes teetering on the brink of recklessness), that was ​evidently​ unafraid of you.

“How’s applying for the teaching position coming along?” you asked Taeil, smirking at the way Johnny’s eyes had widened along with Taeil’s.

“Oh? How did you know about that?” Taeil tilted his head at you.

You shrugged, “heard it from Joh-” you winced at the pain that had shot up your shin, making you sputter out into a cough, casting a glare at Johnny before you continued, “a ​little​ bird. A little bird told me.”

Taeil chuckled, shaking his head at Johnny, “trust you to keep things a secret,” he told him, though there was no menace in his tone whatsoever, not being able to find it in himself to be mad at Johnny.

“It’s going great, actually, to answer your question. They said they’d give me the position as Charms professor,” Taeil told you, earning an impressed hum from Taeyong, who seemed to only be finding this out now as well (or maybe he was just a better liar than you, you couldn’t tell).

“Will you guys be taking that for your subjects this year?” Taeil directed the question at both you and Mark, making you curse inwardly when the both of you had nodded.

What a shame,​ yet another year of witnessing Mark flaunting his apparent proficiency at non-verbal spells, something that hadn’t even been taught in the curriculum yet.

Taeil smiled, resting his folded arms on the table, his efforts to peel Johnny’s hands off of him long-forgotten now as Johnny rested a hand on Taeil’s shoulder comfortably.

“Well, that’s great, then! I’ll probably be teaching the both of you this year,” he smiled.

(Of course, what Mark would never tell you was that he’d only practiced so hard to make sure he was good at charms after you duelled him, not wanting to let himself be at a disadvantage without his voice in the future)

“I heard you’re really good at charms,” Taeyong commented, making you shrug, an unsure laugh leaving you.

“Not really. I much prefer ​Transfiguration​ or like...​Potions,​ ” you admitted, knowing that Mark was ​definitely​ better than you at charms after his drastic improvement over the years.

Taeyong and Taeil couldn’t help themselves from giggling, exchanging a look as Taeyong explained, “nah, we’re laughing because those happen to be Johnny’s worst subjects.”

You let out a huff of laughter, nodding in agreement, but not missing the way Mark had huffed next to you.

“Yeah, it’s a wonder how two siblings could be ​so​ ​different​.” Your eyebrows knit into a frown, your mood shifting instantly at his comment, taking a long

gulp of your drink and leaving just a mere sip of it remaining, letting out a controlled sigh. “I didn’t come here to listen to your childish comments, you know,” you muttered.

Taeyong jumped in immediately, eager to maintain the ​no-hex​ status of the meeting, “hey, it’s fine. I’m pretty sure Mark didn’t mean any harm—”

Mark’s eyebrows knit into a frown, turning to scoff at you. “​Childish​? What, you think you’re all high-and-mighty now? You wouldn’t even look at me—”

“​High and mighty?​ ” you scoffed, “have you ​seen​ yourself? Ever since you got sorted into Gryffindor it’s like you became a different person. Being a prefect doesn’t change anything, you know. Face it, Mark, you’re no different from the rest of us.”

Mark’s fist clenched around his wand, shoving it further down in his robe as if to remind himself that the last thing he wanted right now was to use it against you.

You made him uncomfortable. Uncomfortable at the fact that he’d changed, that he’d let his personal vendetta against ​all things Slytherin​ get the better of him.

“Y/N, calm down,” Johnny told you, his tone a desperate attempt at gaining back control over the situation, at a loss as Taeil and Taeyong watched the scene play out in awe, somehow being able to sense that there was​ a lot m​ore to unpack behind what you two were throwing at each other.

Also because Johnny may have felt like it was kind of his fault for bringing you and Mark together here.

Though just because Mark wasn’t physically retaliating, that didn’t mean his sharp-tongue wouldn’t, his words leaving him before he could stop himself.

His voice dropped to a bare murmur, “and you’re no different from the Slytherin scum—” 

“Shut up, Mark,” Johnny cut in, frowning deeply.

Johnny knew his words struck a nerve with you from the tell-tale way your hands shook as you withdrew them from your glass, not to mention the way you’d taken your lower lip between your teeth, blinking rapidly, the sight almost enough to bring back Johnny’s memories of the first time you’d almost injured him when you practiced your magic at home.

You let out a huff, nodding slowly as you got up from your seat, your vision blurring as your eyes welled up with tears.

“Thanks for the drink,” you tried your best to keep your voice stable, averting your gaze from Johnny and taking your leave.

Johnny glared at Mark, the sound of the door bells jingling loudly in the background, “not cool, man.”

Mark had cowered instantly, feeling as though he were being chided by his parents with the way Johnny looked at him, especially because of how Taeil had started to rub soothing circles onto the back of Johnny’s hand.

Taeyong huffed, “I’m gonna go get Yuta...” casting Mark a look of sympathy before leaving, leaving just Mark, Taeil and an eerily calm Johnny at the table.

“Look, dude, I know you’re my friend and all, but...that was a low blow,” Johnny gaze looked almost defeated, wracking his brain for ways to save the situation.

Taeil gave Johnny a look of almost-pity, “Youngho, he’s a kid, he doesn’t understand.” Johnny shook his head, hating the way he’d softened at the sound of Taeil calling his name,

casting one last glare at Mark, “oh, he understands ​very​ well, believe me,” he sighed. “Whatever it is you two have going on, I hope you settle it quickly. Or you’ll wish she was your only enemy.”

===

It had seemed that after that, Mark had figured the lesser contact he would have with you, the better. Johnny had eventually taken pity on him after that incident at ​The Three Broomsticks​ in your fifth-year, since Mark was an absolute guilt-stricken wreck afterwards when Johnny had told him how upset you were after being sorted into Slytherin. Johnny had also gained a little more insight that night about why you guys had started being so cold to each other in the first place.

Hoping that that would’ve been the beginning of the end of whatever rivalry you had between you and Mark, Johnny was more than disappointed when he realised it had only made Mark withdraw from you even more.

Mark’s reasoning was that he didn’t want to hurt you out of spite, lest Johnny beat him up for it (or at least, that was the excuse Mark gave himself). Resulting in Johnny having to deal with the constant frustration of witnessing Mark cast furtive glances in yours and Yuta’s direction in the great hall every day, the fact that the Slytherin table was on the complete other end of the hall doing nothing to deter him (or maybe, it was actually doing everything to deter him).

You were currently watching a Quidditch match of Gryffindor against Hufflepuff, knowing that it was more than likely that Gryffindor would win and be put against Slytherin for the final match, Gryffindor’s players being considerably stronger.

With Yuta beside you and the fifth-year you’d taken next under your wing named Donghyuck on your other side, you watched intently from where you sat at the back of the stands, Yuta busily counting the money you’d gathered from taking bets for the game.

“Listen closely, hyuck,” Yuta beckoned the fifth year over, “they don’t teach you this shit in the real wizarding world.”

Donghyuck gave him a questioning stare but entertained Yuta anyway.

“Is that why you stayed back an extra year in school?” Donghyuck snickered, earning a glare from Yuta.

You couldn’t help but snicker as well, almost losing sight of Taeyong, the seeker for the Hufflepuff team, who had been chasing the tiny golden snitch for what seemed like ages now, desperately looking for that 150 point advantage.

Yuta scoffed, waving the money in his hands, handing it over to Donghyuck unceremoniously as he showed him the book where they kept the records of everyone that had placed bets.

“I’ll have you know, I stayed for the sake of quidditch.”

You pressed your lips together, leaning back against the wooden panels of the stand, folding your arms in front of you as you nudged your glasses higher on your nose bridge.

“Uh-huh, you and my brother,” your tone was patronising.

“Taeyong too, we made a pact. In case you forgot,” Yuta paused his explanation to Donghyuck to inform you with a satisfied smile.

You’d startled at the way the crowd erupted in anxious shouts when Johnny had managed to beat a ​bludger​ towards the Hufflepuff chaser, who avoided the tough ball by mere seconds. You couldn’t imagine what a nasty bruise would show if you’d ever gotten hit by one.

Donghyuck hummed when the Gryffindor crowd had echoed bellowing cheers upon the ding indicating another goal had been scored by the chaser.

“Gryffindor’s chaser isn’t that bad,” he commented. Which in Donghyuck’s terms, meant that Gryffindor’s chaser was ​amazing.

Yuta’s gaze had flickered to you quickly, as if to gauge your reaction, smirking at the way you’d simply shrugged.

“Slytherin’s is better.”

Donghyuck scoffed, his hand going up to adjust the scarf around his neck that you’d loaned to him, since his had been ruined in an accidental fire casting spell incident a month prior. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Please, Doyoung has ​nothing​ on Mark,” Yuta snickered, seeming to share Donghyuck’s sentiments, making you shrug.

“Doyoung has his own...​strengths,​ ” you directed your attention back to the game, watching as Mark had scored yet another goal, putting Gryffindor at an almost 130 point advantage.

Who were you kidding,​ ​Mark was definitely a better player than Doyoung.​ Doyoung wouldn’t have even joined the team if not for his unfortunately high score in his first-year flying classes.

You know that the point advantage meant that it was a clear win for Gryffindor if their new seeker Jeongin managed to catch the snitch.

And by the looks of it, he was almost there.

After catching a bludger to his broom, Taeyong had spun out of control, losing sight of the snitch, allowing Jeongin to have a clear advantage, already inching closer to the snitch.

Resigning to the fact that the match’s outcome was rather clearly decided, you turned your attention back to Yuta, nudging him to start preparing the money for the winners of the bets.

“Damn. I mean, I get it, Hufflepuff isn’t the worst but still, the amount of faith these people had to have bet on them is crazy,” Donghyuck murmured, awe laced in his tone as he helped Yuta to arrange the money.

And as usual, you’d adjourned to the bottom of the stands, allowing the students to approach the group of you discreetly while they were heading back to the castle. You’d developed this system overtime, thanks to Yuta’s idle mind in divination lessons, to carry out this plan smoothly. The only bump in your road you would say, was...well, ​Mark​.

You were already tired of standing for so long, and Yuta was (thankfully) almost done distributing all the winning amounts to the students when you’d heard rowdy cheering get louder, Johnny’s distinctive yell letting you know that the Gryffindor team was heading out.

Turning quickly, you’d ushered the last of the students away, shoving Yuta’s book into your coat, Yuta’s gaze flickering behind you as you heard Johnny’s voice followed by high-pitched giggles from Mark.

Donghyuck hummed, his gaze following Mark (his laughter had died down quickly) who eyed you blankly, yet making no move to greet you.

“What are you guys doing here?” the prefect in Mark was showcasing itself, knowing better than to think the three of you would linger here for any ‘normal’ reason.

Yuta simply smiled, stepping closer and blocking you from Mark’s line of sight.

“Waiting for you, of course. Wanted to congratulate our ​favourite​ Gryffindor chaser,” he drawled, sarcasm practically dripping from his tone and managing to unnerve Mark.

Mark was annoyed, of course (knowing that you and Yuta were ​never​ the type to listen to him, and now that Donghyuck was in the mix it didn’t make things any easier), choosing to direct his annoyed glare towards Yuta.

“Cut to the chase, I don’t know what kind of illegal shit you guys are running here-”

“​Mark​, chill, it’s a game day. Just let us have our fun, hmm?” Yuta hummed, slinging an arm around your shoulder casually, making you roll your eyes.

“He ​can’t,​ ” you supplied, “It’s literally his job to make sure we don’t ‘​have our fun’​ ,” you huffed, reminding Yuta of Mark’s status as a prefect, and perhaps reminding yourself as well.

Ignoring the way Mark’s stare had fixated on you, though his expression was unreadable, you decided not to take his demeanour to heart.

Today, it seemed that you were just meeting the sixth-year popular version of Mark that looked at you with contempt, only viewing you as a means to increase the house point gap between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Huffing, you stepped forward, deeming the conversation to be over. Shivering at the gust of cold wind that had brushed past you, Yuta was quick to notice your discomfort, wordlessly reaching over to remove your scarf from Donghyuck’s neck, ignoring the younger boy’s sounds of protest as he wrapped it around yours.

Unaware of the way Mark’s gaze was practically burning into Yuta’s back, you huffed at the sound of the boisterous laughter echoing behind you, making you more eager to get away from the Gryffindor team in their celebratory mood, waving their win around as if it was their birth right.

“Where are you going after this? Do you wanna join me and Sicheng for drinks at Hogsmeade?​ ” Yuta asked, gaining Donghyuck’s attention.

Mark tried not to eavesdrop too much on your conversation, though eavesdropping in itself was already made difficult with how loud the team was being.

“Can I come?” he heard Donghyuck speak up. And maybe it was the feeling of someone else’s stare on them but Donghyuck had turned to look at Mark in question, making Mark avert his gaze quickly, pretending to be fascinated with the cloud cover in the sky.

You let out a surprised hum, “he finally agreed?”

Yuta shut Donghyuck down quickly, casting you an unamused look, “yes, he agreed. So, are you coming or not?”

“And spend my evening third-wheeling? No, thanks. I’m gonna try to get some studying done.” You were already nearing the path that would split the both of you.

Yuta groaned, seemingly with his entire body just to prove how frustrated he was with the information, “it ​pains​ me how boring you are sometimes. Guess I’ll have to bring ​this​ ​one​ with me, then.”

Donghyuck scoffed, “I don’t need you to ​bring​ me.” The stark contrast to his previous eager request to follow Yuta making you laugh.

You rolled your eyes, a smile finding its way on your face not long after, “whatever, I’ll see you later. Have fun with Sicheng,” you sing-songed.

Later on, you were busy trying to get back to the common room before curfew, since you knew now was about the time where the prefects like Mark would be lurking around the campus, eager to catch students like you who had ​no sense of time management whatsoever.​

You’d done a quick cloaking spell on yourself, keeping your footsteps light as you got closer to the Gryffindor common room, startling when you’d heard a thud against the painting of the fat lady that guarded Gryffindor’s common room. Turning around to spot a ​very​ ​tipsy​ Mark who was struggling to get into his own dorm.

The perfect-prefect-extraordinaire actually knew how to let loose?

You stopped in your tracks, observing Mark curiously as he let out a giggle and whined at the fat lady to let him in.

“C’mon, you ​know​ me! I’m a prefect!” he insisted, his hand coming up to find his badge but coming in contact with just the fabric of his shirt instead, confusing him further. The very fact that he was still dressed in his uniform made you wonder just how long the Gryffindor team had been celebrating to render someone as usually responsible as him in ​this​ state.

“Okay, okay, I got it. I got it,” he cleared his throat, clapping his hands together in realisation, “​fimblewimble,​ ” he murmured to the painting, his hands gripping on the frame desperately, earning a huff from the fat lady, who simply looked at him in disbelief.

Taking pity on him, you’d made your way closer to him, murmuring the password you remembered Johnny telling you in case of ​‘emergencies’​.

“​Acid pops,​ ” you did your best to refrain from laughing at the way his eyebrows furrowed with how seriously he was taking this.

Mark wondered what kind of sick joke his mind was playing on him, if the voice of reason in his head was beginning to sound just like you.

Not that he didn’t like the sound of your voice, of course, he just figured it would definitely make it harder for him to keep hating you if your voice was ​quite literally a​ all he could think of.

The tipsy side of him briefly wondered if you were the angel or the devil on his shoulder.

His head whipped around in shock, pupils blown and cheeks and the tip of his nose dusted with pink, his gaze skimming right past you as he scanned the area around him, the flickering flame of the lamp above him being the only thing that he deemed to be moving in the area.

“Y/N?” he murmured, frowning when he hadn’t seen anyone.

And in that moment, you were very grateful for magical cloaking spells, not knowing what you would’ve done if he had seen you standing right behind him.

“...weird,” he huffed, rubbing his chest with a small groan, turning back to face the fat lady with a lazy smile, “​acid pops!​” he drawled, more confidently this time. His smile only grew when he heard the fat lady huff, granting him entry into the common room.

“Thanks, imaginary Y/N,” he huffed, stumbling into the room and leaving you flushed and at a loss for words.

“I think I'm crazy,” Mark would later confess to his roommate Johnny in a drunken stupor, giggling wildly as he tried to say more words in his head, looking to see if he would hear your voice saying them.

Johnny himself was busy laying on their bedroom floor with a tired smile on his face as he clung to his stuffed animal, snuggling his face deeper into the soft toy. The sight would’ve been quite endearing to Mark if he was sober enough to notice.

“Why? I mean, I think so too, but I still wanna know why,” Johnny huffed, letting his eyes flutter closed, too tired to open them.

“Just now, I was trying to get Y/N- I mean, no, I was trying to get into the common room, but then I forgot the password and I was like,” Mark paused, trying to recall how the events had played out, his delay making Johnny open his eyes, blinking slowly.

“Shut up, Mark...” Johnny slurred, “...too many words. Wait, did you say Y/N?”

Mark nodded, “yeah. Okay, wait, I wasn’t finished. So, I couldn’t remember the password, right? And then all of a sudden I just ​hear her voice​,” he cast Johnny a wide-eyed look even though he knew Johnny wasn’t looking at him, “and it’s her voice telling me the password, isn’t that crazy?”

Johnny perked up almost immediately, the sound of perfect blackmail material allowing him to regain his senses just slightly.

“Not ​that​ crazy if you asked me,” Johnny said matter-of-factly, making Mark frown, annoyance taking over his features.

“What makes you say that?”

Johnny shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe it really ​was h​er,” he stopped to let out a giggle, as if he’d recalled a funny memory, “I used to think I heard Taeil’s voice too back when he was still a student, still do sometimes, actually,” he trailed off.

“Are you making fun of me?” Mark whined, earning a giggle from Johnny.

“I’m not,” Johnny sighed, calming down from his laughter, “or am I?” he burst into another fit of giggles, seemingly satisfied with himself.

“No, dude you don’t get it-” Mark stopped himself, a long pause ensuing. ​Maybe he was the one that didn’t get it.

Mark couldn’t help the belated giggle that escaped him, “dude, I think we drank too much...never mind, goodnight,” he told Johnny, though it seemed the snoring boy next to him had already beat him to it.

===

It seemed as though you were running into Mark a lot more in the days after that Quidditch match, especially ever since Taeil became your Charms teacher and decided it was a ​splendid idea to put you and Mark on the same bench.

Obviously this led to more eye-rolls and bickering in class, with you performing the new Charms with an apparent ease, whereas he continued to fumble turning his stupid vinegar into anything that even closely resembled wine.

This was all, of course, very amusing to Taeil, whenever he caught Mark’s harsh looks cast towards you when Taeil would choose you for demonstrations, and vice versa when Taeil would ask Mark to demonstrate an example of a non-verbal spell. To this, Taeil would never miss an opportunity to mention to the both of you that ‘​peer tutoring is still an option, you know​’.

Of course, you would refuse this (​to the death​, Taeil would like to point out), insisting on surviving on your study sessions at the bridge and consultations you would squeeze in with professors after lessons.

Mark would’ve done the same, if he wasn’t so busy trying to juggle catching up with his classes and practicing for the quidditch finals. You’d noticed his disappearance after lessons, no longer finding the Gryffindor boy competing with you for a consultation slot with your Potions teacher or a space at the library.

The day before the Quidditch match, you’d just ended a consultation session with Taeil (which Johnny had not unceremoniously interrupted this time, due to him calling an early night for the sake of tomorrow’s match), and though you knew you were already past curfew, you weren’t as stressed about it, you knew Mark would’ve been too strung-up about the match to pay attention to your disobeying of curfew (or at least you hoped).

Plus, he was the only prefect that found it necessary to make your life hell just for something as simple as going to bed late. ‘​That’s 15 points for sneaking out after curfew’​ you could practically hear his voice.

Deciding to take a small walk while you headed back to your common room, you decided to take the longer route back, which would lead you towards the viaduct, something that you found looked absolutely beautiful in the night.

Hugging your robes closer to yourself, you’d let out a sigh at the feeling of the cool breeze caressing the skin of your face gently, almost freezing in place when you saw a figure walking towards you on the bridge.

Your wand instantly went to your robes, casting a spell to freeze the figure in place, daring yourself to go forward, slowly trying to piece out more details of the figure, like how they were only dressed in a loose white shirt and sweatpants, how they were crazy to have gone out dressed in just this, how they wore round glasses on their face similar to Mark’s.

Leaning closer and squinting your eyes, you saw that it really ​was M​ ark.

In your time in Slytherin, one thing Yuta had taught you was to trust your gut. And one thing that your gut was telling you right now was that him being here now was definitely not his own doing.

And as much as you didn’t like him, ​it wasn’t like you to leave him here like this. “Why are you here?” you pushed down your pride to ask, earning a frown from him. “I’m heading to the common room,” he told you as if you should’ve known.

You shook your head, “I’ve been through this route a thousand times. This isn’t the way to the Gryffindor common room...” you began, your intuition proving right when you saw the way he’d pointed towards the direction of the forbidden forest.

“No, it’s this way. I have to go through the forest,” his eyes looked almost glazed over, too blank to be normal.

Your frown deepened, you knew that this had to be the doing of those horrible Slytherins because the final quidditch match was tomorrow. And like you said, ​you couldn’t just leave him here.

Undoing the leg-locker curse you’d done on him, you watched as he visibly relaxed, about to continue on his way towards the forbidden forest until you’d caught hold of his arm quickly, almost flinching at how cold his skin felt.

“You’re crazy, coming out just in this,” you sighed, not wanting to think of the possibility that the students who had done this to him had rid him of his robe and scarf as well, though it had seemed they were kind enough to leave him with his wand.

“I didn’t,” he looked down at his clothes, almost as if he was only realising then that he wasn’t wearing his robes anymore, his hand moving to grasp his wand, making your eyes widen.

“Hey, hey, chill. Don’t curse me,” you rushed to shove his hand down, Mark observing your face in suspicion, as if he was supposed to remove you for obstructing his path to the ‘common room’.

Biting down on your pride once again, you figured Johnny had better thank you for being so nice to his friend as you unwrapped your scarf from your neck, slinging it around him, folding it so it was snug against his neck, the little embroidered flower your mom had sewn onto it practically glaring at you mockingly.

“Uh...follow me, I’ll take you to the uh...​forest​,” you told him, seeing him nod dumbly, letting you grab his wrist and lead him around the castle towards the potions room.

Whatever nice night walk you had planned had long been forgotten now, the only thing weighing on your mind now being to cure him of whatever ​confusion draught​ they’d given him and find out who exactly did this to him.

You could practically hear Donghyuck making fun of you for being so compassionate, especially to Mark, of all people, who you were just saying a week ago that you wished you could transfigure into a snail so you wouldn’t have to hear him.

Successfully unlocking the door to the potions room, you’d seated him down on one of the benches, your hands moving quickly to set up whatever you needed.

“This isn’t the forest,” Mark pouted, disappointment evident in his tone.

You moved quickly as you’d prepared everything you needed, hoping your memory wasn’t failing you, “uh-huh, I’ll bring you to the forest after this, I promise. Can you bring me one of the textbooks?”

It seemed that the confusion Mark was under hadn’t rendered him completely unable to follow instructions, with how he’d wordlessly reached over to the shelf and grabbed a textbook, standing up and going over to hold it out before your face.

Taking it from him, you gestured for him to sit down, a slight tinge of annoyance still within you at the fact that he’d ruined your plans for the night.

Flipping the pages to find the potion you were brewing, hoping that it would be enough to counter the effects of whatever spell they’d casted on him, you sighed, continuing to mix the potion.

“Why are there so many damn colour changes to this stupid potion,” you huffed harshly.

Once the potion was supposed to be simmering for 10 minutes, you’d finally looked up from the pot to assess Mark’s current situation, the boy growing more impatient that you weren’t leading him to his ‘common room’.

“You said you were gonna bring me to my common room,” Mark frowned, looking at you with apparent distrust, his hands gripping the sides of his seat firmly, tucking his chin into your scarf with a sigh, making his cheeks squish up (rather cutely, you hated to admit).

“Yeah, shut up, I’ll bring you, just wait like,” you paused to glance at the wall clock, “6 more minutes.”

Out of curiosity, you’d narrowed your eyes at him, “who was the last person you remember meeting?”

Mark’s gaze clouded, almost as if he was ​made​ not to remember, looking up to you with his lips parted, shaking his head as his tongue peeked out to wet his lips.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, his hand leaving the chair to run his fingers through his hair in frustration, “why can’t I remember.”

You glanced at the potion, deeming it just about ready, not bothering to waste any more time to pour it into a pretty vial, simply scooping an ample amount on a ladle and holding it out for him, “drink.”

Mark was obedient, that in itself scaring you with how impressionable the confusion charm had made him, taking the ladle from you and downing the potion, and you’d done your best to return everything to its rightful place while he was busy, clearing the table of any spills or possible ‘evidence’ used against you with a quick spell.

By the time you were done, it seemed that Mark had regained his bearings, the usual awkward tension between the both of you returning.

For a second, just a ​tiny​ second, you’d wished you hadn’t given him the potion, much preferring the lack of hostility he had towards you when he was under the effects of the spell.

“What...” Mark examined his surroundings, his gaze fixating back on you as if out of habit, opening and closing his mouth as he tried to find the right words, “what did you do?”

Scoffing, you narrowed your eyes at him, “I didn’t ​do​ anything. Contrary to what you may think, I actually have things to do other than fight with you.”

Mark raised his eyebrows in surprise, opening his mouth but closing it back for lack of a better response, a part of him still confused about the situation at hand.

You let out a small sigh, dropping your voice to a soft murmur, “long story, think some people tried to send you into the forbidden forest. Seemed like you were under a seriously strong confusion draught,” you told him as briefly and void of emotion as you could.

Thankfully for you, Mark had been too embarrassed to pursue the topic further, simply letting out a sigh, nothing but an ‘oh’ leaving him.

You’d gone before him, peeking through the small window in the door before pushing it open gently, stepping out and deciding the coast was clear enough for Mark to come out as well.

You’d trust your gut as you walked, since neither of you had made any move to shine a light to see better lest you attract attention, “can you see anything? Because I can’t, like, ​at all​,” you murmured.

“Me neither, but we don’t have any cloak to hide the light so we have no cho—”

“Wait, shut up, someone’s coming,” you whispered upon spotting one of the Ravenclaw prefects patrolling at the end of the corridor you were at, shoving Mark back behind a pillar, eliciting a small yelp from him.

“​Invisique,​ ” you murmured the first spell you could think of, earning a glare from Mark, who clamped a hand over your mouth, using his wand and making a motion around the both of you silently as he performed an invisibility spell, trying desperately to hold back his laughter at whatever faux invisibility spell you’d muttered.

While you were waiting for the Ravenclaw prefect to leave, you hoped the pounding of your heart wasn’t too loud, Mark’s hand over your mouth rendering you even more frozen in place, not used to being in such close proximity with him in the six years you’d known him.

You’d tried to keep your gaze steady, hating the way you’d let your gaze wander to the exposed skin of his arms, not used to seeing him in anything other than his school and quidditch uniform.

Letting go of you finally, you’d taken a small step away from him, your expression showing evident distress from his actions, taking your lower lip between your teeth as you did your best to look anywhere ​but​ at him.

Nodding your head at him in thanks, you’d followed him in silence back to the common rooms, stopping at the Gryffindor common rooms first.

“Just so you know,” Mark began, “don’t think I didn’t realise this meant you were out past curfew again,” he whispered, making your eyes widen.

“I basically undid that spell for you! If it weren’t for me—”

Mark couldn’t help the breathy huffs of laughter that escaped him, “right, you and ​spells​. What was that you said just now? ​Invisique?​ I’ve never heard that one before.”

You huffed, your cheeks flushing at the reminder of your fumble just now, “right, you haven’t...because it’s from a tv show. I got it confused with the actual spell...”

Mark pressed his lips together in a firm line, his hand coming up to cover his mouth, though it did nothing to hide his smile, making you scoff at him, shoving him lightly.

Was he actually smiling at you? Like, ​genuinely​ smiling? None of those ‘​oh yeah you totally did well’​ smiles or ‘​wow, congratulations on getting first in class​’ smiles. The smile you were looking at now reminded you vividly of the smile you saw on your very first train to Hogwarts.

Now, you were meeting a different Mark. Not the sixth year Gryffindor golden-boy that wouldn’t even spare you so much as a glance, but instead, the Mark that gave you hope that there was still some semblance to the boy you made friends with.

Mark noticed this too, how just one incident was enough to make him slip up in front of you, making him regain his composure quickly, clearing his throat softly and glancing around even though he knew the prefects would have gone back by now.

“Uh, yeah...goodnight.”

Your eyes widened, not being able to help yourself from blurting, “really? no detention? You’re not even gonna minus any Slytherin points?”

Mark huffed, averting his gaze again as he shook his head, “go before I change my mind.”

You smiled, the sight in itself enough to make Mark’s breath hitch, having to turn around to face the fat lady’s portrait as he tried to steady his heartbeat and rid the tint from his cheeks lest Johnny get suspicious.

And you were the same, going back into your dormitory with a giddy smile on your face, the relief of today’s interaction with Mark making all those years of bickering start to feel worth it.

===

Surely enough, you were sure that if magical Gods existed, they were definitely trying to clown you now. The quidditch match had gotten postponed because of some disagreement between the captains of the two teams, the professors having gotten fed up and given the teams a month to settle their differences.

Long story short, you wished you’d just let Mark waltz his way into the forbidden forest, considering a month was long enough for him to recover from whatever was awaiting him there.

Which was what caused you to be looped into a round of pity drinks in Yuta’s dorm room, Johnny having snuck in seamlessly after years of doing so with Taeyong to hang out with Yuta.

“Heard you went on a date yesterday night,” Donghyuck began, eyeing you curiously for a reaction that would prove his suspicions correct.

You almost choked at Donghyuck’s sudden accusation, making your eyes widen, casting a wide-eyed look at Yuta.

“Who’d you hear that from?” you scoffed, your attention directed towards Johnny, who was leaning against the lower bunk of the bed, wiggling his fingers in a wave at you.

“That would be me,” he drawled, a knowing smile on his face.

You shook your head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I went back to the common room after I finished studying,” you told him, almost feeling like you were defending a lost cause from the way Johnny had scrunched his nose up.

“C’mon, the least you could do is ​entertain​ me,” Johnny whined, “I already had my game cancelled this morning,” he prompted, making you raise an eyebrow at him, hoping your lying had improved over the years .

“As much as I ​wish​ I had someone I could go on a date with, I don’t. And that’s that, end of story,” you shrugged, bringing whatever strange drink Yuta had brewed up to your lips and taking a sip.

“Mark seemed to think differently,” Donghyuck gave you a nonchalant shrug, shifting in his seat so he was lying on his belly now, fiddling with his empty can of soda.

You tried to keep yourself calm, narrowing your eyes at Yuta who was looking at you blankly, his gaze intense as he tried to figure out what you were feeling, “what?”

“Are you and him on good terms now?” Yuta asked with a frown, earning a shake of the head from you.

“Things like that don’t happen overnight, you know.”

Johnny snorted, “just tell us what happened, please,” his voice had a hint of a whine to it, like a stubborn child.

You rolled your eyes, “okay, fine. But it really wasn’t anything special. I saw him when I was going back to the common room, and he seemed really messed up by some confusion charm some people did on him, so I just brought him to the potions room and then that was it.”

You were met with the blank stares of the three boys, Johnny breaking the silence first to huff.

“Seriously? That’s it? Even Taeil and I had more exciting stories,” Johnny huffed.

“Firstly, I didn’t need to know that,” Donghyuck made a gagging noise, “and secondly, that’s because it probably wasn’t romantic at all, I mean,​ look at them.​ I don’t think Mark has a single romantic bone in his body,” Donghyuck rolled his eyes, making Johnny burst into giggles.

“And you do?” Yuta quipped with a smirk, quieting Donghyuck almost immediately. Yuta turned to Johnny, tilting his drink slightly in his direction, “that was disappointing, you would think just one drop of a truth serum got more details out of him than you did.”

“You guys used truth serum on him?” your eyes widened, making Johnny glare at Yuta.

“Dude, you weren’t supposed to say anything,” he spoke through gritted teeth, making Yuta struggle to hold back his laughter as Donghyuck was losing it on the floor, clutching his belly as his laughter made him roll onto his back.

“I mean it with all my heart when I say the two of you are hopeless,” he sighed, wiping the fake tears from his eyes.

You’d averted your gaze, staring into your drink in hand, “uh...well, what did he say?” you asked, making Johnny sigh wistfully.

“I don’t know, maybe you should ask him yourself, ” Johnny shrugged, making you frown, knowing there was no way you would ever do that unless you were being held under gunpoint, or wandpoint in this case.

“Shut up, Johnny. You know that’s not happening,” you huffed, downing the rest of your drink as Johnny hummed thoughtfully.

“Well, then I guess you’ll have to live without knowing, then.” And live without knowing you did.

What Johnny wouldn’t tell you, was that Mark had little to no recollection of what had happened before he’d drank the wit-sharpening potion you made for him. All he remembered was the journey back from the potions room and that was it.

Which was why he was even more confused at the green and silver scarf that was sitting on his bed when he’d woken up the next morning.

Examining the scarf closely, Mark had figured it was Donghyuck’s scarf, since he knew Donghyuck had been in his dorm that weekend to play video games with Johnny. Deciding that that was enough deduction for him, he had gotten it ready on Monday morning, planning on giving it to Donghyuck during lunch.

“Where are you going with that?” Johnny asked, earning a shake of the head from Mark, who was already taking the scarf out from his robe pocket.

“Oh, I gotta return this to hyuck,” Mark explained, unsure why his statement had only seemed to amuse Johnny further.

“Donghyuck?” Johnny swallowed his mouthful of food with a wince, “he burnt his scarf a month ago, that’s definitely not his. ”

Sensing something was off, Johnny looked across the great hall to see you sitting with Yuta and Donghyuck, except you were missing your scarf as well.

Tilting his head down slightly, Johnny turned the scarf around, his amusement growing when it revealed the embroidered flower at the end.

“This,” Johnny’s thumb brushed over the stitching, “this is Y/N’s scarf.” Johnny murmured casually, turning to bring his cup of what he figured was grape juice to his lips.

“Who?” Mark sputtered, almost choking on his own spit.

Johnny pressed his lips together firmly, though it did nothing to hide his growing smile, nodding at Mark, “you heard me. Why do you have it, anyway?” Johnny narrowed his eyes at Mark.

“You’re asking me?” Mark’s tone was incredulous, and too defensive to be neutral, “​I​ should be asking ​you!​ I honestly don’t remember ​anything​ about how I got this.”

Johnny nodded slowly, raising an eyebrow at Mark who was slowly pushing the scarf towards him, taking one of Johnny’s hands and placing it on top of the scarf gently.

“Oh...no, no way,” Johnny sputtered into a bout of airy laughter, removing his hand from the scarf instantly, “I’m not returning it for you, if that’s what you’re thinking. You gotta do it yourself.”

Mark frowned, “but I ​can’t,​ dude—”

“‘​But I can’t dude’,​ ” Johnny mimicked, “Why not? It’s ​just a scarf,​ ” Johnny’s smirk only seemed to irk Mark even more, feeling helpless at the thought that ​both​ Johnny and his sibling were the cause of his distress. ​Maybe it ran in the family​.

Mark glared at Johnny, (though it wasn’t very menacing, Johnny found that Mark likened to a baby lion), practically rolling in satisfaction as he pushed Mark to initiate a conversation with you, or an interaction, at least.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Mark narrowed his eyes at Johnny.

The older Gryffindor held his hands up defensively, giving Mark a shrug before he returned to scooping another heaped spoonful of food into his mouth, “not my scarf, Mark. Not my problem,” there was a teasing lilt to his tone as he shrugged.

“Johnny, ​please,​ ” Mark whined, still trying to shove the scarf into his arms, making Johnny huff, shoving it back to Mark with twice the force.

“Just hand it back after your lesson together or something,” Johnny shrugged. Mark wanted to cry, “but we have ​every​ lesson together—”

“Shut up, you’ll be ​fine​, don’t be a baby,” Johnny insisted, managing to shut Mark up for the rest of the meal, said boy too busy thinking of possible ways to give you the stupid scarf.

It’s fine, he’d just hold on to it now, and then put it on your desk before Charms, simple.​

Except, one lesson turned into one day, and one day turned into two days, and soon enough Mark was almost a week in and still struggling to find the ‘​perfect time​’ to give you back your scarf.

His first attempt laid in sending his owl to you with the scarf. However, one thing he failed to realise was that his owl was ​very much blind​ and he’d forgotten to send it together with the scarf, leaving you more than confused when his owl had squawked its way into the library, dropping a note unceremoniously onto your head and attracting a whole lot of unwanted attention towards you. ​Not to mention from the cranky seventh-years who were busy studying for their final year exams.

That had seemed to minus off more brownie points for Mark than add any, since it’d only made walking around the castle harder with all the fifth-year girls from Mark’s personal fan club shooting death glares at you whenever you walked by.

It wasn’t as if his letter said anything anyway, since his owl had delivered the wrong one. But sure, if they wanted Mark to send them a blank card with an ink splodge that read ‘​testing pen ink​’ you would’ve assured them that they could just have yours.

The second attempt was when you’d started noticing how weird he was being. He’d stopped you outside the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom with a resolute look on his face.

“Yes?” you glanced around in confusion, knowing that there were many students walking past you who wondered if Mark approaching you meant another fight was about to break out in the hallways.

It was all confusing you, really, how he’d gone from his snarky comments to just completely avoiding you, and then proceeding to ask you if you could ‘​spare him some time’​ to talk after class.

Mark was about to speak, only his words had gotten caught in his throat when he heard someone call your name, spotting Yuta bounding over in your direction, his hair bouncing on his head lightly as he jogged, casting a curious look to Mark.

Mark felt almost frozen in place, making you furrow your eyebrows at him, “what do you want, Mark? We’re late for class.”

You didn’t understand if this was some kind of prank he was trying to pull on you, though even if it was, you wouldn’t have understood his motive. But thankfully for you, Yuta’s hand around your shoulder had taken your attention away from Mark, making you turn away from him briefly.

“Oh, ​Mark​,” Yuta smiled, tilting his head expectantly at the Gryffindor boy, “how can I help you?”

Mark’s eyes widened, his eyebrows raising in panic, making him shake his head quickly, “no, nothing just...wanted to remind Y/N about uh...her detention this evening.”

Your lips parted, your head tilting in confusion at Mark, ignoring the way Yuta had giggled next to you.

“What did you do this time?” Yuta nudged you, squeezing your shoulder. “I didn’t do anyth—”

“And please wear the right socks,” Mark tried to keep his voice as steady as possible, turning around and briskly walking off before you could pursue the topic further.

Glancing down, you saw that you were indeed wearing mismatched socks, though that didn’t seem to be an issue for you before, not like anyone paid attention to your socks anyway (well, anyone other than Mark)

“God, he’s been so weird these days,” you told Yuta, who decided he had enough time to escort you to your class, the boy walking beside you and thankfully warding off all the dirty looks you’d been getting from Mark’s fanclub, all of them seemingly too scared to look Yuta in the eye.

“Here he is, telling me about my ​socks​ when your shirt looks like you’d squeeze dried it straight from the wash,” you huffed, “and it isn’t even tucked in!”

“I thought it was pretty cute,” Yuta shrugged, “he seemed shy, almost, just now.”

You looked at Yuta as though he’d grown another head, “excuse me? Did you ​not​ hear the part where he gave me detention for no reason?”

Yuta held his hands up in defence, shoving them into his pockets as you neared your classroom, “what? I’m just saying, you gotta consider how if you guys weren’t at each other’s necks all the time you’d actually make pretty good friends.”

You groaned, “and you decided that ​now​ would be a good time to give me counselling on that? Look, Mark has made it pretty clear that he doesn’t want anything to do with me, or just anything Slytherin in general,” you added, “I’d much rather leave my expectations ​low​, thank you very much.”

Yuta nodded patronisingly, “yeah, yeah. Whatever. Enjoy ​maintaining​ your enemies, then,” he ruffled your hair, “have a good lesson, I’ll see you at dinner. Wait no, after your ​detention​.”

Bidding him goodbye, you’d tried not to let whatever Yuta said about Mark get to you too much, entering the class and coming face to face with your least favourite professor. ​History of Magic ​wasn’t the most amazing subject in the world, so you figured that was why it didn’t have that amazing of a professor either.

The other Slytherin students seemed to like him quite a fair bit, considering he was one of the head teachers for Slytherin house, but you never got very good feelings from your interactions with him, something in his words always leaving you with more to unpack.

Today, he’d initiated a discussion on the Second Wizarding War, seeming rather insistent on the fact that your class didn’t know much about it from your poor scores on the last test he’d assigned.

He’d instructed a Slytherin student to hand out the papers (not that that wasn’t expected of him), not missing the way the student had eyed you curiously when he handed you your script, making you curious as to what was on your exam script, surprising yourself when you saw that you’d gotten a good grade on your essay.

“Who here can tell me what kind of changes the wizarding world went through before, during, and after the second wizarding war?” His voice bellowed obnoxiously around the classroom, as you tried to suppress your confusion at his loaded question.

You heard a voice from the back of the class (surely one of his Slytherin pets) squeak out, “the laws changed, sir.”

“Very good,” he clasped his hands together, making his way around the classroom slowly, “now can you give me an example of what kind of laws were in place before the war?”

There were shouts of things like ‘​no underage magic​!’ or things along that line, not that you were paying much attention, your gaze seeming to constantly wander towards Mark’s direction, seeing the boy flipping the pages of his book half-heartedly, clearly uninterested in the discussion at hand.

“Y/N! You did well for the test, so you should be able to answer my question, right? Considering you’re well read on the war.”

Both yours and Mark’s heads had snapped up at the mention of your name, your eyes widening when you saw your professor standing in front of your desk.

Using one hand to gesture for you to get up, you did as he told, gulping visibly as you fiddled with your fingers, “uh, I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your question.”

Your professor sighed, “I said, you all are forgetting one important rule that was, ​quite unfortunately,​ revoked after the war. I gave you a clue already,” he seemed as though he were addressing the rest of the class despite how he fixed his gaze on you.

“You, as a Slytherin, should be very knowledgeable about this. It’s something the founder of your house found ​very ​important regarding the students of your house,” he smiled, though it seemed awfully sinister.

You furrowed your eyebrows, not knowing what answer he was expecting from you.

“I...” your gaze scanned the classroom, meeting Mark’s eyes before averting your gaze quickly, “I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

You heard harsh whispers around the class, one of the Slytherin students behind you speaking up, “sir, I think Y/N doesn’t know because they’re one of them,” making the students around him snicker, poorly stifling their laughter.

As if that wasn’t confusing enough, your professor had raised his eyebrows, looking at you with almost a certain amount of disdain.

“Is that so? Well, I never would’ve expected that,” he turned quickly to face the rest of the class, his gaze landing on Mark, who had tensed up in his seat.

“You, Gryffindor boy, get up and tell the class the answer,” he murmured, making Mark’s eyes widen, getting up from his seat hesitantly, keeping his gaze fixed firmly on your professor. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought Mark was angry.

Inhaling deeply, Mark sighed softly, refusing to meet your gaze all the while. “Blood purity, sir.”

“Thank you, you may sit down,” he gestured for Mark to sit, “now I want the rest of you to read pages 103 to 115 now.”

He turned to you afterwards, not bothering to lower his voice as he narrowed his eyes at you, “is it true? That you’re a ​mudblood?​ ”

Mark was watching intently from where he sat, discreetly casting a spell for him to better eavesdrop on your conversation with the professor.

Your lips parted, uncomfortable under his scrutiny, especially with the way he was attracting the attention of the many Slytherin students behind you that had shared his sentiments.

You nodded, albeit belatedly, “yes, professor.”

Mark’s eyes widened, forgetting all about whatever page he was on, trying desperately to crane his neck to get a look at you, his gaze hardening when he saw the look on your professor’s face.

He pursed his lips, his expression changing to one of disgust, letting out a huff, “how disgraceful. It seems I expected too much from you,” he murmured,

Mark couldn’t focus for the rest of the lesson, his head was a mess of thoughts about how you may have been feeling. A strong feeling within himself begging him to comfort you, yet the other part of him feeling like he didn’t deserve to swoop in after all the hurt that he had caused you. He could almost laugh at his situation.

Ironic that it was all because of the silly issue of how pure one’s blood was.

It wasn’t as if you were able to focus very well for the rest of the lesson as well, the not-so-hushed whispers from the students behind you putting you in a sour mood, wanting nothing more than to just find somewhere as far away from them as you could possibly be.

After the lesson, Mark had expected to see you with Yuta at the great hall, figuring he would be a good person for you to confide in about what had happened during the lesson. Although, you hadn’t seemed to show up.

Yuta seemed equally as confused, going over to the Gryffindor table asking if Mark or Johnny had seen you.

“Y/N’s last lesson was with you, wasn’t it?” Johnny had asked Mark once they were back in their dorm room, Mark looking awfully jittery while he sat at his desk, his leg bouncing restlessly.

“Yeah, actually. Uh... I think she was pretty upset after the lesson,” Mark began, halting Johnny’s movements at his bed, craning his neck around the bed-post to look at Mark with furrowed eyebrows.

“What happened?”

“Oh, you know... just...the History of Magic professor back on his bullshit, same old—”

Johnny straightened up abruptly, making Mark pause mid-speech, his urge to go and check on you growing with each second.

“Yo, you know, maybe if you happen to walk past the viaduct later you could see if Y/N’s there—”

“Go, Mark.” Johnny’s tone was knowing, tired almost. ​Definitely tired of Mark’s mixed messages, that was for sure.

Mark sputtered, opening and closing his mouth as his gaze darted around the room, going back to look at Johnny for a silent confirmation.

“I’m- what, huh?”

Johnny sighed, a hint of a smirk at his lips as he shook his head at Mark.

“Shut up, dude, I know you heard me. Go,” Johnny repeated, firmer this time. And that was all Mark needed to hear, not bothering to remove his robe before he’d left.

You knew that it was probably about time for you to return to the common rooms, but something just made it hard for you to move. You’d spent who-knows how long trying to hold back your tears as you leant against one of the pillars of the bridge.

Hearing thumping footsteps get louder, you inhaled deeply, hoping that your breathing wouldn’t be too loud to expose you. Your hand had gone to cover your mouth when you’d realised it was Mark, looking up as you blinked back your tears rapidly.

He knew you were here, no matter how strong your cloaking spell was. Mark knew what this place meant to you, and to him as well. He just ​knew​ you would be here.

As he made his way closer to you, your lips trembled under your palm, your other fist clenching as you struggled to maintain your steady breaths, not understanding why his presence made it so much harder for you to keep yourself from crying.

Mark stood across from where you sat at the viaduct, a soft hiccup letting him know that you were here.

Trying his best to keep from smiling, Mark pulled his wand from his pocket, pointing it at you and silently undoing your cloaking charm, revealing you seated there with your knees up to your chest and your hand clasped over your mouth, your eyes red and brimming with tears.

Looking away, you’d wished you could telepathically shoo him away as he continued to take steps towards you, your hands coming up to wipe roughly at your tears that had refused to go away.

“Go away, Mark,” you mumbled, your voice shaky, “I know I skipped detention, just... go ahead and minus the points.”

Confused at his lack of a reaction, you dared yourself to look at him crouching in front of you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I lied, about detention,” he told you, making you frown.

“Is this some kind of joke to you?” you scoffed, your tears welling up once again, warranting a frustrated huff from you.

Mark shook his head, pressing his lips together firmly, “no, it’s not. I’m sorry. I just kind of, you know, panicked when Yuta showed up.”

You shot him a look, “okay, fine. Apology accepted. If that’s all you came to say, can you leave me alone now? I ​really​ don’t feel like fighting with you right now.”

Mark wasn’t sure what came over him when he reached into his robe, taking your scarf out from his pocket, rendering you speechless as he wordlessly reached forward to wrap the scarf around your neck, folding it just like how he always saw you’d worn it.

“Then don’t,” he murmured, shifting so he was sitting next to you now, with his back against the pillar as well, propping his knees up and resting his arms on his knees, a deep sigh leaving him. He wondered for a moment, how long it’s been since the both of you sat here together listening to the rustling of the trees and the flowing water of the lake. Too long, he concluded. 

Today, you were meeting a different Mark, yet it was a side of him that felt so comforting, as if you’d always known it, yet it managed to spark so many unfamiliar feelings in you. The Mark that you were meeting today looked at you with such a pure, unadulterated concern that it made your heart do flips, wishing that this Mark was here to stay, finding that you needed it’s familiarity now more than ever.

“I wanted to uh... thank you properly, for that day at the potions room,” he mumbled, “I um... I honestly, really owe you for that.”

You nodded, taking your lower lip between your teeth as you rest your head on your folded arms.

“You’re free to feel indebted to me, that potion wasn’t easy to make,” you huffed.

Mark couldn’t help himself from smiling, the sight of you making him have to sit on his hands to refrain from reaching over to pat your head.

A heavy silence had fallen between the both of you, almost suffocating you with how thick the tension had felt while you still struggled to swallow the lump in your throat and fight back the urge to cry. Mark’s presence beside you making it even more painful that the universe would send you someone like him when you were in such a vulnerable state of mind. 

“You’re allowed to feel hurt, you know,” Mark broke the silence eventually, his words proving enough to push you off the brink of tears, letting out a small huff as your tears had started to fall. 

In that moment, Mark decided that today wasn’t a day to be so calculative over his decisions regarding you.

Mark shocked you when you’d felt his hand on your shoulder, your body tensing up under his touch, to which he’d gulped, his gaze clouded by the sheer amount of feelings within him.

Finding the strength in him to meet your eyes, you watched how his lips had parted, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips before speaking.

“We can go back to fighting tomorrow, just... for tonight,” he inhaled deeply, “let me be here for you.”

And strangely enough, you didn’t need any more words to be exchanged between the both of you, letting yourself relax and allowing him to pull you closer so your head rest gently against his shoulder, his hand coming up to caress the back of your head soothingly, letting your tears seeping through the fabric of his robe. Mark wordlessly reached over, removing his prefect badge from his robe so it wouldn’t scratch you.

Mark didn’t mind the extent he would go to make sure you were okay. He didn’t back then, and he didn’t now. Not at all.

That was how you knew that perhaps this side of Mark was present all this while, but just didn’t know how to make itself known. You were starting to understand that now.

===

It seemed that after that night, the two of you hadn’t necessarily returned to your routine of fighting each other, but instead, your relationship was almost...​transactional,​ in a sense. Well, maybe just on the surface.

For instance, the next time you’d seen Mark in ​Herbology​, he’d gotten distracted by the way you were so focused on your task, (which was poor judgement on Mark’s part) resulting in him being seized by one of the more dangerous plants you were dealing with.

It was called a ​Venomous Tentacula​, Mark remembered the teacher saying before he’d zoned out to look at you, an ugly looking plant with curving vines and pointy spikes lining it’s branch. His loud curse had caught your attention quickly, casting a severing charm to free him from the plant’s hold.

After this, Mark had insisted he was still ​‘indebted’​ to you, trying to find any means possible to make it up to you. Though slowly, it became less of ​‘debt’​ and more of an excuse for him to do nice things for you.

Like how on another occasion, he’d bumped into you after a late night of studying in the library, choosing to pretend the encounter had never happened.

“Okay, fine, when’s my next detention slot,” you sighed expectantly, catching Mark off guard with how willingly you were accepting your fate this time.

“I owe you, it’s fine,” he insisted, letting you off in broad daylight (moonlight, if you were being specific). The worst part was, he’d even ​smiled​ at you that night.

Taeil found it painfully obvious in Charms lessons, where Mark had slipped up on his spell (out of distraction, once again), causing him to make a crack in the lens of his glasses.

To which you had to go through the longest 2 minutes of your life listening to him struggling to remember the spell to repair his glasses, making you reach over with a loud sigh and point your wand at his face. Leaving Mark wide eyed as he watched the crack in the lens of his glasses disappear.

“You looked like an idiot trying to do it yourself, don’t get the wrong idea,” you would say, which Taeil would proceed to recount to Johnny, who would then relay it to Yuta and Donghyuck, the group of boys growing more frustrated at the both of you the more stories they shared.

You’d been making your way down the spiral staircase when you’d felt yourself freeze in place, unable to walk any further, making the students around you tut their tongues at you in annoyance as they walked around you.

About to undo the spell, Mark had shown up in front of you, shaking his head to get his hair away from his eyes.

He looked anything but apologetic, giving you a nonchalant shrug, “What? You were walking too fast.”

“Undo it, Mark,” you sighed, hoping your face wouldn’t give away how flustered you were on the inside.

“No, wait, wait. Here.” Mark held a small notebook in front of you.

You frowned, “​a notebook​? I have plenty in my dorm. No, thanks.”

Mark rolled his eyes, a small groan leaving him, “it’s not ​just​ a notebook. It’s my charms notes, I wrote them for you- I mean, for the practical test coming up...” he shoved the book closer to you, taking one of your hands to place the book in it, “and before you ask, I’ve already studied for it. I just... thought you might need it, and stuff.”

You scoffed, wanting to reject him but knowing better than anyone that you needed those notes, since you knew Mark had written many notes on non-verbal spells for his perusal.

(He would never tell you, but he’d made sure he’d added every single one he knew, even the ones he never felt the need to write down before, you know, ​‘just in case’ ​you would need them). Eyeing him suspiciously, Mark was prompted to continue, nudging his glasses higher on his nose bridge as he spoke.

“Consider it...​ payment​ for fixing my glasses... and saving me from the crazy plant thing,” he added, seeming to be giving you reasons to take the notebook.

So, like any reasonable person, you accepted. Unfortunately, not missing the way his cheeks tinted pink as he undid the spell quickly, nodding at you before jogging off. Leaving you about a hundred percent sure the reason behind your legs feeling like jelly when he left was ​definitely not because of the spell.

===

“Damn, when did your handwriting get so ​ugly.​ ”

You shut the book with a loud thud upon hearing Donghyuck’s voice, turning in your seat in the library to look at him with wide eyes. 

“What?”

Donghyuck narrowed his eyes at you, a slight pause before he’d lunged forward for the book, harshly ripping it out of your grip as he flopped down onto the seat next to you.

Flipping through the pages, a sound of confusion left Donghyuck, feigning an exaggerated yawn as he read the page contents, “seriously? You were hiding ​charms notes​ from me?”

Your lips parted, unsure how to respond to him as you nodded in apology to the other students at the library, your silence only prompting him to continue.

“I thought you were writing in your diary or something, seriously, could you give me something to work with here?” he sighed, shoulders sagging in disappointment, “your handwriting ​really sucks by the way, did I already mention tha-wait...” Donghyuck let out a long gasp, he had flipped his way to the back of the book, spotting a small inscription on the back fold of the book.

‘​property of mark lee/ lee minhyung’​ it read.

Donghyuck’s eyebrows raised higher than you’d ever seen before, a mischievous smile making its way on his face.

“Why do you have this...did you steal it?” he leaned closer, inspecting your face for a lie, you supposed.

Rolling your eyes, you’d taken the book back from him with a huff, “I didn’t,” you lowered your voice to a whisper, “​steal​ it. I borrowed it fair and square.”

“Yeah, ​same difference​. What’s his excuse now? Did you ​save him a seat in class​ or something?” Donghyuck cooed, making you wonder why he was so confidently accusing you.

“What do you mean, ​‘excuse’​?” you folded your arms, leaning back in your chair as you fiddled with your sleeve anxiously.

“Don’t act stupid. You and I both know ​‘feeling indebted’​ isn’t the reason why you and Mark have been so weird with each other lately.”

You ignored his knowing smirk, choosing to change the subject.

“Where’ve you been, anyway?” you asked, your sudden change in topic catching him off guard momentarily.

Donghyuck gave you a shrug, “you know, studying with Yuta.”

“You? ​Actually studying​?” you snorted, “I’m assuming an ill intention is involved somewhere?” you teased, appreciating the way Donghyuck grit his teeth at you.

“You’re projecting,” he smiled sweetly.

“That reminds me, I told Johnny I’d meet him tonight. He said he had a bunch of stuff he wanted to give me,” you sighed.

“He’s ​already​ packing? He’s that confident about his exams?” Donghyuck’s tone was amused to say the least, holding out a hand to help you up.

You shook your head, “it’s more of...​stress​ cleaning than spring cleaning.” Upon reaching Johnny’s room, having snuck in seamlessly after a few compliments to the fat lady, you’d winced at the sheer mess of things in his room.

From old textbooks to boxes filled with miscellaneous junk he’d collected over the years, you pitied his roommates, his stress creating barely enough space for even ​breathing.​

“Good, you’re here!” Johnny beamed, pulling his headphones down so they hung around his neck as you walked over to his bed, spotting a box full of varying gifts from small teddy bears to heart shaped lollipops.

“What’s all this?” you giggled, sitting cross-legged on his bed as you sifted through the box.

Johnny turned to cast a half-hearted glance at the box, “oh, nothing. Just gifts I got after quidditch matches, feel free to look.”

“There’s so many,” you hummed in awe, “I wonder how much money these people spent just on your stupid gifts,” you giggled, flipping over a small pink compact mirror that someone had bedazzled for him.

Johnny straightened up with a sigh, wincing as he cracked his back.

“Mark’s been telling me to clear them out for ages but I just can’t bring myself to throw them away.”

You hummed, too impressed at his popularity as you read some of the cards people had left with the gifts to notice his mention of Mark, “I mean, the notes are nice. I wouldn’t throw those away,” you shrugged.

Picking up what looked like a heart-shaped jewellery box, you saw a note on it that read ‘​enjoy your win -Yuta’.

“Yuta?” you mumbled, opening the box and being pleasantly surprised when you found that it was a box of ​chocolate cauldrons​. Holding the box over your head, you saw that there was still a more than reasonable amount of time before it expired (God bless wizardry, really. The shelf life on these things were ​amazing​).

Deciding to help yourself, you popped one into your mouth, biting into the chocolate with a surprised hum leaving you.

“Can I eat your gifts?” your question came a little belatedly, but the distracted half wave from Johnny was all you needed to carry on.

About halfway through the box, you started to feel almost giddy, awfully endeared at the fact that Yuta had given Johnny these chocolates.

Taking a bite of another truffle, you’d spotted Mark entering the room, dressed in a grey hoodie and sweatpants, his hair still messy and damp from showering.

Though strangely, you found that you weren’t feeling the same ​butterflies​ or ​jelly-legs​ you usually felt when you saw him these days, all that occupied your mind right now seemed to be Yuta and Yuta only.

“You want one?” you held the box up to Mark, who politely declined.

“Nah, I’ve brushed my teeth already,” he told you, confused as to why you actually initiated the conversation with him first. 

Mark figured he would let it slide just for today that you were blatantly breaking a school rule right in front of him by being here.

You’d shrugged, humming in response, “suit yourself.”

You’d abandoned the rest of the chocolates along with the note on Johnny’s bed when he’d beckoned you over to where he was holding a heaping box of things.

“These,” he heaved a sigh, “are a bunch of books for when you get bored, there’s also art supplies, which may come in handy again, if you’re bored. The rest are textbooks that are pretty much as good as new ‘cause Doyoung helped me wrap them.” He shoved the box towards you, making you grunt at the sheer weight of it.

“Whatever, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you made your way out of the dorm, turning to add, “oh, and you should thank Yuta for his gifts, those chocolates were really tasty.”

Mark furrowed his eyebrows, “Yuta?” He hadn’t recalled Yuta giving Johnny any chocolates recently.

Making his way over to Johnny’s bed, he had one hand on the top bunk to support himself, bending down to pick up the box along with the note, examining it closely.

“Dude, how long have you been keeping these chocolates?” Mark frowned, the last time he remembered seeing this box being when Johnny was at the end of his sixth year, which meant it’d been sitting around for more than a year now.

Johnny frowned, making his way over to Mark, his eyes widening when he’d immediately recognized the box.

Taking it from Mark and opening it frantically, he’d whimpered at the sight of the almost empty box.

“Shit,” Johnny winced, groaning and stomping his feet in frustration, “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

Mark’s expression darkened, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, “please don’t tell me these are what I think they are...”

Johnny closed the box roughly, not knowing whether his immediate reaction to this was to burst out laughing or to burst out in tears. Clearly he was projecting his stress about his exams onto something else now.

Looking at the box as though it had offended him, Johnny groaned, “why did you have to show up ​now​ of all times? My exams are in less than a week!”

Mark watched the scene play out in horror, Johnny’s breakdown would’ve scared him a lot less (and that was saying a lot because he was very very scared) if this situation didn’t involve you.

Eventually, Johnny tossed the box of chocolates into the trash, giving Mark a grave nod that made Mark’s heart sink.

“I hate Yuta.” 

===

Figuring the potion would have worn off on its own within 24 hours (as he had checked in his potions textbook that same night), Mark had left it alone. But when he’d walked past the quidditch pitch on his way to the library more than 2 days after and seen you sitting at the benches watching Yuta play with a lovestruck expression on your face, Mark knew he was done for.

He was surprised the teachers weren’t able to tell you were under the sickeningly strong love potion with how distracted you were in classes, somehow managing to find the space on each and every one of your notebooks to doodle drawings of Yuta or hearts around his name.

Maybe it was only obvious to him because of how much attention he paid to you on the usual (which was also something he was realising now), but that didn’t change the fact that love potions were banned on campus, and his moral duty as a prefect was his main priority in this case.

Which was basically the lie he was religiously feeding himself as he read up on the antidote.

Taeil never enjoyed his position as a professor more than he did now, finding the situation more than amusing. From the scandalised expressions he would see Mark cast you whenever you were doing pair work and you were exceptionally distracted, to the way he’d seen your pencil scribbles of hearts and Yuta’s name at the corner of random pages in Mark’s Charms notebook during a consultation. And ​especially​ after Mark had confronted him one day after Charms class, with a list of ingredients that he demanded Taeil get for him from the potions room.

“​‘Extra credit’​, huh?” Taeil smiled, his demeanour letting on as if he didn’t already know why Mark was asking for these ingredients.

“Yeah,” Mark breathed, rocking back on his heels anxiously as he watched Taeil pack his things into his satchel.

“Didn’t know your potions professor gave out extra credit for love potion antidotes,” Taeil quirked an eyebrow knowingly at Mark, who had frozen in place, eyes wide and unwavering.

“H-Honestly I—”

Taeil sighed, “I’m really disappointed, Mark.”

Mark winced, already formulating plan B in his head from the way Taeil didn’t sound too keen on plan A.

“I may seem old but I was a student here too, you know,” Taeil continued. 

Mark’s lips parted in shock, not having expected Taeil’s response. He scrunched his nose up, nudging his glasses higher on his nose as he did so, not knowing how to react to Taeil’s words.

“Why’s it so important anyway?” he prodded, simply wanting to hear the reason for himself (you know, just to make sure his hard work in gathering the ingredients wouldn’t go to waste).

Mark pursed his lips, suddenly feeling shy at the thought of explaining to Taeil his stakes in the situation.

“It’s more for her than for me, really,” he shrugged as nonchalantly as he could, “you know, save her from the embarrassment once the potion wears off.”

Mark hated the way Taeil’s gaze seemed to go right through him, as if he were prompting Mark to try again.

Mark felt his cheeks heat up, a small nervous giggle leaving him, “don’t look at me like that! Why are you looking at me like that?”

Taeil stifled a laugh, though his smile said everything, “​why do you think​ I’m looking at you like this?”

Mark huffed, “I’m starting to understand why you and Johnny are a ​thing​.” Taeil poorly hid his amusement, shaking his head, “you know, as a teacher I see a lot of things...” he trailed off, packing his things and picking his bag up to sling over his shoulder.

“What are you saying?”

Taeil smiled, shrugging in feigned nonchalance.

“I’m ​saying,​ ” Taeil’s tone rose and dipped with a certain teasing hint to it, “that it’s not against any rule or law to be in love with a​ certain Slytherin sixth-year,​ you know.”

Mark sputtered, his immediate reaction giving him away instantly. “I’m not in ​love—​”

“Alright, alright. I’ll get your ingredients, calm down,” Taeil chuckled, walking past Mark and beckoning for him to follow him.

“She’ll be yours in no time,” Taeil added. 

The look on Mark’s face was priceless​.

Taeil had agreed to help Mark book a slot that night before curfew so he could brew the potion, so Mark figured he would inform Yuta of his plan before he got to work.

He wouldn’t have approached Yuta first under normal circumstances, the boy’s sultry gaze and intense, flirty demeanour always seeming to send Mark into a panic, but he figured in times like this he wasn’t really left with much of an option.

Yuta was currently sitting in the quidditch pitch reading his book while you sat behind him with your head resting on his back, your hands wrapped around Yuta’s torso and your eyes slowly drooping closed.

“Oh, ​Mark​,” Yuta broke into a wide smile when he’d spotted the Gryffindor boy standing in front of him, “to what do I owe this pleasure?”

Mark heaved a deep sigh, Yuta’s words slipping past him when he’d noticed your position, strangely wishing he was Yuta in that moment. He knew it was a far cry for him to expect you to be okay with going back to how things were just because he gave you the antidote. ​But still, he couldn’t help but hope.​

“I wanted to tell you that I'm making the uh...” Mark dropped his voice to a whisper, “​antidote later, and I need you to help me give it to her,” he told Yuta a little too firmly.

However, Mark’s tone didn’t seem to affect Yuta, the older boy simply tilting his head at Mark with a smirk on his face, turning to look at you over his shoulder.

“​Antidote?​” 

Yuta’s smile grew, Mark finding that it awfully resembled a Cheshire cat.

“Why?” Mark wondered momentarily how someone whose smile was so innocent could be so good at getting on his nerves.

Mark’s forehead creased in a frown, “​why​? Dude, you’re messing with me, right?”

Yuta feigned nonchalance, his hand coming up to rest atop your clasped hands, rubbing his thumb on the back of your wrist soothingly as Mark watched in horror as you snuggled your head into Yuta’s back, Yuta having to hide the triumph in his smile from managing to annoy Mark.

“Me? Mess with you? ​Never,​” Yuta’s eyes widened, his tone mocking. “What’s so urgent about it?” he prompted, making Mark groan.

First Taeil, now Yuta, it seemed as if he would have to get through your entire group of friends just to get the stupid antidote to you​.

“​Look​ at her,” Mark gestured to you with wide-eyes in his sheer desperation, “you have no idea how long this potion’s gonna last.”

Yuta narrowed his eyes at Mark, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as they parted, smirking ever-so-subtly.

“And? I thought we’d all agreed to wait it out,” Yuta shrugged. 

Mark’s gaze hardened, snapping back in annoyance, “you may have, I didn’t.”

Yuta raised his eyebrows, slightly impressed at witnessing Mark’s tenacity for things other than quidditch or schoolwork now, “you know, I never pinned you as the jealous type.”

Mark scoffed, “Stop joking around, Yuta. Seriously, I just wanna make sure she doesn’t do anything she regrets,” he insisted, lying through his teeth. Well, technically it wasn’t ​completely a lie.

“You were never this convicted about it before, why now?” Yuta prodded further, knowing almost exactly how to push Mark’s buttons.

Mark didn’t even know why he was entertaining Yuta, something about the way he posed his questions to Mark making it harder for him to avoid them.

“‘Cause I want to be, okay?”

Yuta wanted to laugh, to tell Mark how you were almost equally as hopeless in your denial of feelings for him as well, but he figured he’d let the antidote move things along for him.

Letting out a resigned sigh, Yuta pat your hands gently, making you stir awake, “can’t say I didn’t enjoy having a study companion that basically ​smothered​ me with affection the past few days but... I guess I’ll have to say goodbye.”

Turning to cast a blank look at Mark, as if he were analysing him, Mark struggled to keep his gaze firm, staring Yuta down as if he were looking death in the eye.

“Go, run along and be potion-y now,” Yuta waved Mark off, and Mark hadn’t wasted another second, already turning to leave.

“Oh, but Mark?” Yuta called, making Mark turn to look back over his shoulder, “you might wanna be a little less obvious about your ​big fat crush​.”

Mark sighed, ​he figured he deserved that.

You wouldn’t have seen it, but the Mark that was in the potions room that night was desperate, not even to get the antidote to you, but for something much more serious.

Firstly, as he watched the potion turn from purple to red, he thought about how he’d spent the last few hours being annoyed at you for why you were so clumsy as to eat Yuta’s spiked chocolates. I mean, it was ​Yuta,​ giving a gift after a quidditch match that he ​lost.​ ​Shouldn’t you have been a little more distrusting?

Secondly, as the potion turned to green it reminded him of how ​extremely​ annoyed at Yuta he was, for having attained such a strong, perfect love potion that it made each second of watching you fawn over Yuta was driving him crazy. The thought almost made him overmix the potion.

And then, when he watched the green turn to orange, he contemplated on the very fact that it was driving him crazy at all. You were just a friend, ​or acquaintance, even,​ just an over-achieving Slytherin who found it your life mission to compete with him.

Mark loosened his tie, the potions classroom starting to feel awfully stuffy.

But, you were the same Slytherin whom he befriended on his very first train here, who accepted him for who he was even before all the complications of stigma and student leader hierarchy came into play.

The same Slytherin who made Mark wonder if Slytherins were actually ​that​ bad. I mean, he thought your smile was pretty cute, and so was the way your brow would knit in focus when you were performing spells, kind of. Maybe even the way that moment you shared on the viaduct reminded him of how you made him feel like he was on a long-awaited train-ride home.

And then, all it took was his waiting for the potion to turn from orange to pink for him to realise that he was absolutely a goner for you.

Which was what had ended you up in the Slytherin common room on a Friday night, staring at Yuta in absolute horror as the memories of your previous few days had flooded back to you, except this time you were looking at them with a ​non-Yuta-obsessed p​erspective.

Yuta couldn’t help himself from the bout of laughter that washed over him, his mouth open wide as his laugh echoed around the common room, tilting his head back with the sheer force of his laughter.

“It wasn’t ​that b​ad really,” Yuta spoke between his giggles, his hand coming up to wipe the tears from his eyes, “it was the first time in 6 years I heard you call me ​pretty.​ ”

You buried your head in your hands, turning around in the big cushioned chair you were seated on, hugging your knees to your chest for some semblance of comfort.

“I’m gonna go to sleep. Bye, forever,” you sighed, getting up from the chair, Yuta rubbing his bare arm as he leaned over so his face was right in front of yours.

“You know, just yesterday you would’ve been asking me to take a nap with you,” he giggled. 

“Shut up, Yuta.”

Yuta sighed deeply in satisfaction, “oh, how I missed that sound.”

===

“Why are we here again?” 

It wasn’t as if you wouldn’t have loved spending your Saturday evening exploring a toy shop but you would’ve much rather preferred if you weren’t already slightly tipsy and aching for a seat somewhere.

Yuta and you were previously at​ The Leaky Cauldron​ celebrating the end of his examinations, the said boy having abruptly dragged you out of the pub when you were barely on your second glass just to bring you to the toy shop. Yuta’s tipsy mind was clearly impulsive (or more than usual). 

Yuta scoffed, “It’s ​important​. Sicheng’s birthday is coming up and I wanted to get him this thing he’s been looking at for a while.”

You shot him a pointed look, “pretty sure Sicheng isn't an avid collector of block sets,” your tone making Yuta shield the box he was looking at from your view.

“Didn’t say​ ​I was looking for them ​at this very second​,” he murmured, a slight pout on his lips as he made his way to the slightly more pink-decorated part of the shop, Yuta having to contain his excitement when he saw the love potions.

 ​You would’ve figured that he would’ve had enough of love potions by now.

Taking one in his hands, he’d brought it up under his nose, finding that you could smell the potion through the cap because of how strong it was. Covering the seal, Yuta had scuffled over to where you stood looking at the muggle magic sets, startling you with his sudden call for your name.

“What?” you turned, annoyed at his sudden outburst, seeing him shove something he was holding just under your nose.

“Smell it, smell it,” he shoved it closer, “guess the scent.”

You frowned, wondering if he was trying to shove it up your nose, but you complied anyway, taking a whiff of it and finding the smell awfully familiar.

“It’s really familiar, is it supposed to be just one scent? I’m getting like...” you took another sniff, “a mix of things...” you trailed off, seeing Yuta’s eyebrows raise, his smile showing that he seemed to be enjoying this a little too much.

“Is that so?”

You nodded, humming thoughtfully as you took another whiff, “it smells like... rain? And like...the lake?” you pursed your lips, “I don’t know why but it kind of smells like baby powder, like you know, fabric softener?”

Yuta burst into a fit of giggles, making you even more curious as to what the true identity of what he was holding was.

“What’s so funny?” you huffed, turning your gaze away from the fake magic wand you were holding, turning to see Yuta open his hand up, showing you what he was holding.

“It’s a love potion, idiot.” 

Your eyes widened, immediately regretting your words as Yuta walked off to return the small vial back to its original place, turning back to you with a shrug, walking past you to beckon you to follow him out of the shop.

Hugging your arms closer to yourself, you glanced up at the sky, noticing that the clouds were getting darker, “hey, are you sure you wanna go back to the pub? It looks like it’s gonna rain.”

Yuta waved you off, “It’s fine, we can just run back if anything happens,” he shrugged, “anyway, now that I’m thinking about it, it makes sense for you to be smelling that, you know, since love potions are supposed to smell like what you think smells nice.”

You frowned at him, “that’s weird, I never knew I liked the smell of ​fabric softener ​so much. It doesn’t even smell like my fabric softener,” you hummed, stepping into the pub with a sigh, the warmth of the inside soothing you and putting you in a relaxed mode almost instantly.

“Might wanna think more about that little detail,” Yuta pointed out, stretching a hand out behind him for you to take.

Walking closely behind Yuta, you weaved through the crowd to get to a booth near the window of the pub, your eyes widening when you had spotted Taeil seated there with Taeyong and Sicheng.

Greeting them quickly, you’d slid into the booth next to Taeil, Yuta leaving to get his and your drinks.

Turning to face Taeil, you tried not to laugh at the way a flushed-faced Taeyong was leaning against him, his eyes hooded and tired behind his thick-rimmed glasses.

“Is he okay?”

Taeil sighed, “poor boy insisted on coming to celebrate but kind of forgot he was a lightweight.” Sicheng rested his arm on Taeyong’s shoulder casually, the Hufflepuff’s intoxicated state doing nothing to faze him.

“When did you guys get here?” you asked, relaxing into the cushion of the booth, almost letting your eyes flutter closed with how happy you were to be finally sitting down.

“We’re a few drinks in, if that’s any indicator. Mark’s already flushed,” Sicheng snickered.

“Mark?” you frowned, wondering when Yuta had gotten so chummy with Mark for even Sicheng to know him.

Taeil’s tongue peeked out from his lips slightly, an almost teasing smile on his lips, “yeah, hope you don’t mind that we invited him.”

Your eyes widened, having to stop yourself before you were too quick to reassure him.

“Oh... no, yeah,” you fumbled for the right words, stopping yourself when you’d caught sight of the knowing look Sicheng was giving you.

Leaning closer, he lowered his voice to a whisper.

“Yuta told me about you guys’ weird love-hate thing going on,” he gave you a slow nod as if to show you he understood, which somehow only made you feel even more helpless.

Ignoring Sicheng’s statement, you brushed it aside, your gaze scanning the inside of the pub to land on anyone with your brother’s height (finding the rest of them would be a lot easier after that).

“Where um... where are they?” you blurted, hoping it would distract Sicheng from tormenting you in his weird unsuspecting way. Sicheng gestured with his head behind you, and you followed his gaze to spot Johnny, Yuta and Mark heading towards your table, Mark busy giggling at something Johnny said.

“Scooch over,” Johnny gestured, making you get out of your seat to let him sit next to Taeil. You figured he should thank you for being a kind sibling, though you were wondering if that was a very good decision when you’d ended up having to awkwardly squeeze next to Mark.

Giving him a small nod in greeting, you picked your drink up when he’d returned the nod, the rosy tint on his cheeks as he gave you a small smile making your head spin.

“Where’d you guys go just now?” Johnny asked, making Yuta shrug casually as you took a sip of your drink, wondering if Yuta had added extra firewhisky into it with how strong the flavour was.

“We went to the toy shop,” Yuta gestured out the window.

“Toy shop? You should’ve told me sooner, I wanted to see if they had that toy I wanted.” Sicheng pouted, feigning annoyance towards Yuta.

“Toy shop? Why?” Mark asked, earning a glare from Yuta, who didn’t want to ruin his surprise for Sicheng.

“Oh, nothing. Y/N just wanted to look around,” Yuta shrugged, making you have to consciously hold back a snort, nodding along with his lie.

Sicheng frowned, clearly sulky at the fact that Yuta had gone without him, though his sadness was short lived, Yuta reaching a hand over to interlock his fingers with Sicheng reassuringly.

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t there anyway, all they had were love potions and boring non-magic magic kits,” Yuta assured, almost heaving a sigh of relief when Sicheng’s eyebrows raised in interest.

“Speaking of which, I heard about your little ​incident​,” Sicheng made no effort to hide his smile, looking at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. Not again, Sicheng. 

You’d hoped the lighting in the bar would hide the flush on your cheeks, the room feeling awfully hot suddenly, turning to look out of the window, missing the way Mark’s eyes had widened, his hand coming up to pull at the collar of his hoodie.

“Oh, would you look at that, it’s raining,” you marvelled, taking a long sip of your ​butterbeer,​ hearing Johnny let out a giggle.

“Uh-huh, it is,” he drawled, already almost done with his beer, sinking down in his seat to lean his head on Taeil’s shoulder, doing everything to lessen their size difference.

“You should’ve seen it, never in my 6 years of knowing her have I ever seen anything like that,” Yuta chuckled, managing to stir a laugh from Taeyong, who sat up in his seat.

Mark reminded himself that it was a potion-induced infatuation he witnessed. There was no reason for him to be getting jealous. 

“Should’ve seen Mark too, he wasn’t any better—” Mark let out a loud laugh, drowning out the rest of Taeyong’s sentence as you raised an eyebrow curiously at him.

Why was Mark involved? 

Y​ou’d wanted to bury yourself beneath the table, embarrassment kicking in as you realised Mark would’ve probably witnessed everything you’d done (or tried to do) to Yuta within those few days.

Casting a glance at him, you noticed he was already looking at you, looking away quickly as he fixed his gaze on the inside of his glass, inspecting his drink in feigned concentration.

“Did you make the love potion?” Sicheng asked, earning a shake of the head from Yuta.

“No, I didn't. I bought it from this shop in ​diagon alley​,” Yuta told him, pointing outside, “I didn’t know it was gonna be ​that​ strong, though.”

Mark couldn’t help himself from scoffing, “clearly.”

“Oh, then, did you buy the antidote from there too?” You asked, trying to recall if you’d seen any antidotes for sale just now, not having expected the boys to cast each other knowing looks, bursting out into laughter.

“No, they don’t sell antidotes.” Yuta pursed his lips, poorly stifling his smile.

You couldn’t help yourself from uttering a confused hum, figuring the drinks you had beforehand were seeming to fuel your lack of a filter, accompanied with a burst of confidence.

“They don’t? Where’d you get the one you gave me, then?”

Taeil watched the scene with an amused smile on his face while Johnny beside him was losing it, clutching his belly as he laughed soundlessly.

“Maybe you should ask Mark,” he blurted through giggles.

Turning to Mark, you gave him an expectant look, not having been prepared to hear him say what he did.

“I made it.”

Mark’s leg had started to bounce, his hands clasped on his lap as he bit the inside of his cheek.

You’d wracked your brain for possible things he was indebted to you for, coming up short, “​you? W​hat-why?”

Yuta eyed Mark intensely, gesturing outside with his head when Mark had met his gaze, and Mark knew now was his chance. There was no more ‘waiting for the perfect time’ like how he did with your scarf. This was his chance, and he didn’t think he would be able to wait any longer if he didn’t take it now.

“Can we uh... not do this here?” Mark blurted, wincing at his poor choice of words.

Your eyes widened, along with Sicheng, the both of you unsure what he meant by his words.

“Oh... okay, sorry for bringing it up then—”

“No, I mean like,” Mark sighed, “can we like...​ talk outside​?” his voice lowered to a murmur, speaking through gritted teeth.

Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape in realisation, nodding wordlessly as Mark had stood up, already on his resolute path towards the exit of the pub.

Following him to one of the benches outside the pub, glad that the rain had forced everyone into the pub, leaving just the both of you alone, the drizzle softly acting as a filler for the silence that had fallen between you two.

Strangely, this time, as you met this Mark who wasn’t casting you glares and scoffing at you for once, this Mark who wasn’t in his school uniform and looked too comfortable in his oversized hoodie and pyjama pants (which was an awfully ​Mark​ thing to wear out of school). 

You didn’t sense any animosity between the both of you, just a silence that was waiting patiently to be broken.

“We’re far enough that they won’t be able to listen in,” Mark told you as if that was supposed to reassure you.

Taking a deep breath, you’d only realised then that you’d brought your glass out together with you, taking a sip of liquid courage (your drink, not the potion) before exhaling deeply, “why did you make the potion?”

Mark brought a hand up to tug his hood over his head, picking at a loose thread on his pyjama pants.

“I uh,” Mark let out a small giggle, “I guess... I uh... I don’t know.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “what do you mean you ‘​don’t know’​? You wouldn’t go through the trouble of brewing an antidote as troublesome as that one for someone you don’t like for reasons you don’t know—”

“I don’t ​not​ like you,” he blurted, immediately regretting his words, looking away and wincing.

You couldn’t bring yourself to believe him, not knowing what you would’ve done if you did, the sheer hope inside of you that this Mark you were talking to now was even remotely close to feeling whatever confusing feelings you were feeling about him was overpowering.

“What?” was all you could muster, earning a small huff of laughter from him, a shy smile on his face.

“I’m sorry, there’s really...so many places I could start with but I don’t know if it’s right for me to be telling you now,” he murmured.

“Would you rather me like...shorten it, instead?” he turned to look at you, your breath hitching as he met your gaze, not used to the determination you were seeing in his eyes. The look being a sheer contrast from the softness of the dusty pink on his cheeks and the way his lips were ​so red.

You nodded wordlessly.

“I couldn’t stand seeing you act like that with Yuta.” 

Mark’s adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, his throat almost feeling constricted with how anxious he was.

Your eyes widened, scoffing. 

“It never bothered you before,” you mumbled, the both of you still acting as if this was still about your rivalry when you knew deep down you were both ​way​ past that already.

Mark laughed, shaking his head, pursing his lips, “it did. You just never noticed.”

It was as if with every word he spoke, you were feeling the tension thicken, the way your heart had started to pick up speed, especially with the way he was looking at you, and the way your heart was just ​begging y​ou to indulge yourself. Just this once.

“I thought that I was doing the right thing by distancing myself from you,” he began, his eyes darting to your hands briefly, watching how you were fiddling with the glass anxiously, looking back at your face before he continued, “but then, all these ​things​ started happening and I just kind of,” he stopped himself mid-speech, inhaling deeply.

“Missed you,” his voice came out as just a little more than a whisper.

Mark wanted to run away in embarrassment at how vulnerable he sounded, figuring he shouldn’t disappoint the Gryffindor in him and continue to stand firm (even if his voice wasn’t).

You weren’t sure if you were breathing, you couldn’t even pay attention to that.

“What,” you swallowed, “...what kind of ​things​?”

“That, you know, that night you helped me undo the confusion charm.”

Your eyes widened, remembering what Johnny and Yuta had told you about it that day at the dorm, “sorry, by the way, about Johnny using the truth serum on you for that night,” you told him.

What you hadn’t expected, though, was the look of confusion you’d received from him in response, “truth serum? They’ve been banned by the ministry for ages,” he told you slowly, making your eyes widen, having completely forgotten about that.

No wonder Donghyuck had called you hopeless.

“Oh,” you muttered, not being able to help yourself from laughing as well when Mark had burst into a fit of giggles, his nose scrunching up cutely as he leaned back in his seat, leaning against the table of the bench.

“Shut up,” you muttered.

“Is ​the​ Y/N actually ​embarrassed​?” Mark teased, making you huff, making as if to stand up. 

“I’m not having this conversation with you, I’m gonna get a refil—”

In what seemed like mere moments, Mark had grabbed you by the forearm, pulling you back gently onto your seat as his other hand removed his wand from his pocket, pointing it at your cup wordlessly.

“Stay here. I wasn’t finished.”

You watched in awe as your cup had started to refill itself, a shiver running down your spine at the sheer ease he’d performed the spell.

“I know I’ve been a, you know, a dick to you,” he huffed at his own expense, “but, all you have to do is tell me if you want me to stop. I’ll respect what you want, if you want me to leave you alone I'll leave you alone. If you still hate me, it’s okay—”

“Shut up, Mark,” you blurted, not ready for whatever emotional ramble he was about to embark on, catching him off guard as he’d made known in the slight lift of his eyebrow.

“Is it a sibling thing?” a small smile played at his lips, “you and Johnny sure like telling me to shut up,” he huffed.

Once again, Mark had no idea what he was compelled by, but he’d dared himself to reach over, smoothing down your hair that had gotten messed up by the wind, and your breath hitched in realisation. 

There it was, you had recognized that distinct smell almost immediately.

His fabric softener.

You were done for, for sure​. But obviously, you didn’t mind one bit. ​Especially​ because it was Mark.

Mark’s throat had suddenly felt dry, his fist clenching unconsciously next to your head as he withdrew it quickly, your fight or flight instincts kicking in as your brain struggled to think of an appropriate course of action from here, your self-preservation instinct running on overdrive.

“I uh... I don’t really want this drink anymore, maybe I should go give it to Yuta—”

Mark’s nose scrunched up in distaste, wordlessly taking the glass from your hands, “guess you won’t mind if I drink it then, right?” he’d taken a big sip of the drink, setting it down beside the both of you on the table, though his gaze still had that determination in them.

“Are you drunk?” he murmured, your heart picking up speed again as you’d sworn he’d gotten closer to you.

You shook your head, “sober as a judge,” you huffed.

Mark smirked, a small smile on his lips, “I don’t know what that means, but I’m taking that as a no.”

You smiled, you would’ve shook your head if you weren’t so scared of this moment coming to an end, “yes, Mark. It means I’m not drunk.”

You’d felt Mark’s hand move to grasp your hand gently, the tension of the almost-touch of your lips driving you insane.

“Then whatever’s about to happen, you won’t regret it, will you?” he asked, leaning even closer to you, his head tilting slightly.

You couldn’t help yourself, “maybe.”

Mark scoffed, though you didn’t miss the small giggle that escaped him, “guess I gotta make it good then.”

Without another word, he’d brought a hand up to grasp the nape of your neck, bringing your head just that slightest bit closer to yours to press his lips against yours. 

Kissing him back, you’d sighed at the warmth he exuded, your hand coming up and accidentally knocking his hood off of his head, the hand you’d rest gently against his neck making him sigh into the kiss.

No love potion would’ve let you feel what you were feeling now.

Turning your body slightly, he’d shielded you from view, his other hand coming up to comb through your hair before coming to rest at the base of your neck, giving him more control over the kiss.

You didn’t care that the wind was blowing the rain onto your clothes, all you could focus on was the way you’d wanted to melt completely into Mark’s touch, the comfort of the moment washing over you as he pulled you closer to him, almost as if asking you to lean your weight on him, letting out a small hum as if to tell you it was more than okay with him.

Pulling away breathless, you’d spent a few moments catching your breath, the whole scene playing out in your head again as he looked at you with his pupils blown and his chest heaving. You swore you heard him curse under his breath.

And just like that, the moment was over. 

You hadn’t even noticed Yuta coming out to interrupt the both of you, Johnny and Taeil insisting that it was time for Mark to go home, the both of you smiling like idiots as Yuta and Sicheng dragged you (and a far too giddy Taeyong) back to the school.

“I’ll see you tomorrow! Same place as always!” Mark called out before Johnny could pull him forward, Johnny casting you a look of feigned disapproval.

Same place as always​. You liked the sound of that.

===

Contrary to what you’d expected, you figured Mark would’ve at least lived up to the whole idea of Gryffindors being ​chivalrous​ by at least defining your relationship, because you definitely were getting tired of Yuta always referring to him as your boyfriend when even you couldn’t feel like you had a right to call him that yet.

Sitting anxiously at the Slytherin section of the spectators stand, you watched the match intently as the Gryffindor and Slytherin final quidditch match had played out in front of you.

“I didn’t remember your boyfriend’s flying skills to be so bad,” Donghyuck nudged you, making you frown, taking your attention away from Gryffindor’s seeker to find Mark in the sea of red and green.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you muttered belatedly, your gaze landing on his broom, watching as it seemed to move randomly, almost, in a manner that seemed out of his control.

Knowing this couldn’t have been just ​anyone’s ​doing, you narrowed your eyes to search the crowd in front of you, landing on the same Slytherin boys from your batch that had ​loved​ to bother Mark, seeing one of them moving their hands in a manner that was in line with Mark’s flying.

“If Mark asks, I didn’t do it,” you sighed. Practically being able to hear Mark’s voice in your head saying ‘​15 points if you cast spells unsupervised​’’.

“Didn’t do what?” Donghyuck frowned, following your gaze as you took out your wand discreetly, whispering a spell under your breath, slipping your wand back into your robe calmly as Donghyuck watched in horror as the boy in question had almost immediately started retching up slugs, his friends dragging him out of the venue in a panic.

“Problem solved,” you smiled, turning your attention back to the game, seeing Mark visibly relax when his broom had stopped being possessed.

Donghyuck shook his head, though he would be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly impressed behind his fear, “remind me never to mess with Mark ever again.”

After the game, you’d met Yuta outside the stadium who said that Mark had asked if you would meet him in the Gryffindor tent. Complying, (more than a little willingly), a part of you couldn’t help but hope that this was the time where he would finally ask you to be with him, to give you a dramatic confession,  telling you the typical ‘​I was stupid I’m sorry ill make it up to you’​ bullshit you knew he thought you would want to hear.

But, you should’ve known Mark better.

Walking into the tent, you’d spotted Mark in his quidditch uniform, his protective gear shoved into his duffel bag, turning around to look at you with a smile.

“Hey, I was just heading out,” he breathed, the smile lingering on his face. A tell-tale sign that he was still in his post-victory daze.

You raised an eyebrow, “Yuta told me you were looking for me,” you murmured.

His eyes widened in realisation, turning to take something from his bag, “right, I wanted to uh...give you this.”

He held out his hand in a fist, your delayed reaction making him roll his eyes with a laugh, reaching over to take your hand, holding your palm open for him to empty his hand’s contents into yours.

You’d wanted to laugh, sitting in your hand was a little acrylic keychain of the same bubble-blowing spongebob that you’d given to him in your first-year. Except, this time, you were seeing it in a new light. It seemed almost freshly painted, with a certain shine to it. Not to mention how the acrylic looked as good as new.

“I uh... fixed it,” he smiled proudly at you, “a little late, but better late than never, right?” he grinned.

Maybe this was Mark’s sweet for you to keep you from crying.

You nodded. 

“Thanks,” you awaited for him to continue, looking at him expectantly.

Mark rocked back on his heels, his mouth pulling into a rectangle shape as he struggled to find the last bit of confidence in him to tell you what he wanted to say.

“That’s it? You didn’t call me here because you wanted to tell me something?... or something?” you prompted, and Mark was thankful for the prompt, of course, he just needed to calm down before his heart was all he could hear.

Wincing, Mark looked almost pained, inhaling deeply.

“You know it's 20 points for fighting with students, right?” he blurted.

Your lips parted in shock, looking as Mark as though in a silent question if he was joking.

“How did you—”

“I knew it was you,” he grinned, “the moment my broom stopped going crazy. I just had a feeling—”

You opened and closed your mouth, gripping the keychain in your hand tighter as you scoffed, for lack of a better response, “okay, if that’s all you came to tell me i’ll just go—”

“Wait! Wait, sorry I was stalling,” he took a step forward, grabbing you by your free hand, searching your expression for a sign that he could proceed.

Once he deemed it alright, Mark nodded resolutely, “I wanted to ask you if we could like... you know,​ start over.​ ”

Your eyebrows raised, prompting him to continue.

“Because, I really uh...” he swallowed, his demeanour a stark contrast from how he was just seconds ago on the quidditch pitch, “I really like you.”

“Then we shouldn’t start over,” you told him, wanting to giggle at the sheer shock that had painted over his features.

“Let’s continue from where we’re at. I want to know more about this Mark in front of me now. I don’t want to start over,” you continued.

With your words alone, and the small smile that you gave him, Mark’s heart swelled up. This Mark, awkward, yet confident. Insecure, yet brave. This mark you were meeting for what felt like the first time but yet felt so familiar, you were more than happy with.

Mark’s smile widened, nodding at you.

“I’m an idiot for not giving you the antidote any sooner.”

[smilingleoo]

He tells Y/N he kissed a girl when he was drunk- PJM Drabble Pt.2

Request: can u do a part 2 of He tells Y/N he kissed a girl when he was drunk plsss🥺 i love your writing so much

Warnings: slight angst

Author’s Note: thank you! I love writing for you guys 🥺 hope you like it, I did it with a happy ending this time. Too much angst for me lol. Enjoy!!

Pt.1 Pt.2

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He was devastated to say the least.

A month had gone by since your breakup and it was killing him. The boys had demanded an explanation for his sloppy dance moves, cold expressions and aloof attitude. They were concern and extremely worried. They hadn’t seen you around lately and, mostly Yoongi, had suspected that something was not right between the both of you-“I cheated. Remember the night we went out to have some drinks because of the award? I might have drunk too much and...I made out with another girl. I returned home and blurted it out.”

Namjoon was the first one to react, of course, telling him he had been irresponsible and irrational. Jimin knew it, had known it since he left the apartment you both shared, and blamed himself for it daily. The next one to scold him was Min Yoongi, surprisingly. He was a little bit more subtle but straightforward anyways-“Y/N did everything for you, Jimin-ah. Why?”

Jimin had asked himself that question too. He hadn’t found a proper answer yet, and he feared he never would. Did he really wanted to kiss another person so desperately? Either way, he had lost and he doubted you’d give him a second chance-“I don’t know...I wish I had an answer to that.”

“I’ve talked to her”-Taehyung added-“She’s doing well. She told me she had a hard time getting over you and that maybe she’s rethinking everything. Maybe you should talk to her, Jimin-ah.”

A slight punge of hope punctured his chest as he fished for his phone, browsing through his contacts until he stopped on your name. The letter shone brightly on his screen while he analyzed his movements, every breath he took calculated and cold. Should he call you? He opted for the safer choice and decided that sending you a message would be more appropiate.

Your screen flashed automatically when Jimin’s text arrived. His name was still saved with a cute heart and a pig since both loved eating so much. Even though you had made it your priority to forget him, Jimin was always stuck in your constant daydream. You though about him and his stupidly charming smile or his adorable way of taking care of you. He had loved showing you off to the other members, bragging about how awesome you were and how flawless you looked every second of every day.

You still loved him, of course.

But your pride was just so damn big that you had buried those feelings deep within your soul. Until now.

Hello, Y/N. How’s everything going?

Hi, Jimin. Everything’s fine, hbu?

Your finger pads began sweating as you watched how his contact name had ‘typing’ underneath. You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through other social media but, as soon as he finished the text, you clicked on it.

Everything’s fine too. I was wondering if we could talk. I know we ended our relationship a while ago now but I’d like for us to have a proper chance to talk things through. I won’t insist if you don’t want to...I just thought it’d be nice.

You hesitated, thumbs fidgeting over each other while trying to form a coherent response in your head. What should you say? You knew that if you turned him down, he wouldn’t bug you anymore. At first, it sounded nice to finally forget about Park Jimin for once but, after some serious consideration, you weren’t sure if that’s what you’d prefer.

I guess we can grab a coffe someday.

His response came in right away.

Great! How about tomorrow?

Yeah, I’m free. Same place at 17 O’Clock?

Same place at 17 O’Clock.

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The beige coat hung lossely from your shoulders as you warmed up your freezing hands with some leather gloves you had purchased some month ago. You knew Korea’s winter could be extremely cold, but you had underestimated the temperature just a little bit. It was too late to realize, though, and the chilling wind made nothing to sooth your stoic limbs.

A small smile crossed your lips as the little coffe shop you had visited so much with Jimin suddenly appeared. It was as cozy as it had been before; snuggled in between two giant building that doubled it in height. The twin windows on either side of the main door radiated a yellow-ish light from within inviting you to step in, order a warm cappuccino and relax from the heavy thoughts that had been running through your mind the whole day.

Jimin was there when you gathered up enough courage to jump inside the shop. He had booked your usual spot further into the room, with enough lightning to see each other’s features but also dim to have that intimacy that you’d only felt with him. Something in your stomach sprung when his eyes spotted yours from miles away. He waved his hand slightly while a silly smile accompanied his invitation. You felt clumsy all of a sudden, as if your legs had forgotten how to properly walk, and you stumbled through some empty chair before finally plopping down in front of him.

You noticed he had ordered your usual drink and a fuzzy feeling took over you senses when you realized how well he knew you-“You look beautiful”

You stiffened.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just...I didn’t mean to be disrespectful-”-he mumbled.

“Don’t worry”-you chirped in-“You weren’t. You look great too. How’re the boys doing?”

“They’re as annoying as ever”-he chuckled-“They miss you, though. I miss you...”

“I miss them too”-you-“I miss you too.”

Jimin couldn’t believe what he heard but he played it cool, he needed to know your emotions for sure. The date went on; treats being bought, laughs being shared and memories being built once again. You couldn’t believe how much you had missed being with Jimin and he for sure couldn’t get a grasp on it too.

“I think we should go”-he laughed-“The lady over there has been glaring at us for more than ten minutes straight. I think she might want to kick us out.”

“I noticed her too!”-you exclaimed as you hanged your purse over you shoulder-“I though I was being paranoic.”

Although you knew you needed to part your own ways, you just wanted to stay a little longer with him. You wanted to freeze time just a while longer to appreciate properly the man by your side. His freshly dyed hair glinting under the fading sunlight accompanying that faint pink blush from the day’s cold breeze and his beautiful smile. Everything about him was so delicate yet sharp and you just could describe the image as an absubrd contradiction.

A paradox.

“Do you have more time?”-you blurted out-“Maybe we can go for a walk, there’s a park nearby.”

He checked his phone-not really looking for anything since he would have complied anyways-and nodded afterwards. The walk towards the park was quiet yet it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. The streets were busy, as usual, but Jimin made it feel as if the both of you were the only ones on Earth.

Jimin guided you through and archway made by still trees intertwining their branches like the hands of young lovers. His pale hand was dangling by his side, urging you to take it on your own, but you weren’t sure.

Not until he spoke.

“I can’t live without you, Y/N”-he mumbled-“I tried to but it’s impossible. I’m lost without you and I can’t fathom the image of you being with someone else. It’s selfish, I know. It’s selfish because I want to see you happy. You deserve to be happy. But I want to be the one whose responsible of it. I want to be blessed with that opportunity. Please, I know I’ve let you down but I promise I’ll work to be the best for you. I love you.”

His eyes became watery mid confession but you found it endearing rather than annoying. How his voice cracked or how his lip shivered contributed to his purity and honesty, so the uncertainty of being lied to wasn’t even there.

“I...”-your voice came out as a soft yet firm echo-“I can live without you.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. His heart cracked and his hopes vanished from his insecure soul. Had he caused you so much pain?

“Y/N please don’t-”

“I can live without you, Park Jimin”-you continued-“But I don’t want to. The time we weren’t together gave me space to think things through. I became a whole new person; I could indeed get to know me better. I’ve always been so devoted to other, never being true to myself and my desires. This time I had to just be with me made me realize I can be selfish and it doesn’t need to be entirely wrong. Because right now, I want to kiss you and I want to be with you. I want to be selfish and let my pride fall for once. Because I love you and you make me happy and I deserve to be happy.”

“Then be selfish”-he sighed-“An fucking kiss me.”

His lips were soft-softer than you remembered-like falling petals of a blossoming rose or shining clouds on a sunny winter day. They reminded you of warmth and comfort. His limbs found heir way to your waist, tugging you closer to his chest. Your pressed one palm over his cheek while the other tangled itself in his soft locks.

You never wanted to let go.

He never wanted to let go.

Not again.

Not anymore.