#girl i sit next to in my writing class is low key flirting with me but she has a gf???? and at first i was like

[transxfiles]

mirror affirmations but i'm just staring at my reflection, hands with a deathgrip on the edge of the counter, saying "i am not a homewrecker i am not a homewrecker i am not a homewrecker"

[joshanniesworld]

Beautiful Mistakes┃k.m.g

one | two | three coming soon!

pairing: kim mingyu x reader

summary: You have a crush on Mingyu, but unfortunately, he's your older brother's best friend. Not to mention that he only sees you as a little sister. So you're stuck between confronting your feelings, getting over your crush, or being forever single.

genre: romance, fluff, university au, brother's best friend

tags/warnings: fem! reader, unrequited love, university au, food mentions, basically filler chapter, kim mingyu because why not, mingyu doesn't appear much, older brother!Seungcheol, age isn't a thing because I suck at math, Hoshi flirting, low-key Verkwan but not really

word count: 1.4k

author's note: This is my first writing, so please go easy on me! The members' ages aren't specified, but basically, reader is younger than Mingyu and Seungcheol, but Seungcheol is older than Mingyu. I have no idea how many parts this will have. I'm just winging it, to be honest. Enjoy!

“Can you please leave? I’m working,”

“But I’m hungry…”

“Go somewhere else then.”

“You’re not gonna be somewhere else, though.”

You dropped your bag on one of the tables and walked up to the counter where the conversation was taking place. “Sorry, Vernon, he was annoying me because he was hungry.”

He looked like he wanted to strangle Seungkwan, but you knew he was secretly glad to see him. They were practically attached at the hip. “Whatever, just hurry up and order so you can leave quickly.”

“Vernon, don’t be mean to our customers.” One of his coworkers popped up from the back of the store and walked up to us. He had a black apron with a name tag with “Hoshi” written on it. “Sorry, we had a rush morning, and he has been cranky all day.”

“They aren’t customers. It’s just Seungkwan and Cheol’s baby sister,” he said, looking back at you. “And I’m not cranky.”

Hoshi looked surprised by Vernon’s words. “Wait, you’re Seungcheol’s baby sister? No way! I thought you were like twelve or something like that.” he exclaimed. “I mean, sorry, I just wasn’t expecting a pretty girl like you.”

You almost choked on air hearing his words, yet he seemed pretty pleased with himself.

“Pretty my ass, you haven’t seen her in the mornings.” Really, with friends like this, who needs enemies?

“Thanks, Seungkwan,” You gave him a sarcastic smile and turned to look at Hoshi. “Don’t worry; I get that a lot.”

He smiled sweetly and leaned forward. “Which part? The pretty part or the being twelve?”

“Ew, can you stop flirting with my friend?” Vernon complained and started pushing Hoshi back to where he came from. He didn’t seem bothered by Vernon’s shoving because he turned to look back at you and happily waved goodbye.

“Nice meeting you, Seungcheol’s sister!” With that, he disappeared. Vernon walked up to the counter and finally asked, “Okay, what do you guys want?”

“Your love.”

Good Lord. Vernon looked like he really was going to strangle Seungkwan this time if you didn’t leave soon.

“An Iced Americano, a banana smoothie, and two sandwiches,” You answered before someone committed a crime. “Make it to go.”

You liked world history. It was interesting, and your professor was pretty nice. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself three times a week before entering the classroom. But classes at seven in the morning shouldn’t be a thing.

“Hi sunshine, sleep well?” Jeonghan’s sweet voice interrupted your thoughts. He was drinking his usual morning coffee and was holding a delicious-looking banana muffin. The smile on his face annoyed you, but the muffin in his hand changed your mind.

“Can you tell?” You sighed and grabbed the muffin. One of the two things you looked forward to in every class. “You’re my savior. You know that?”

Jeonghan laughed while dropping his bag and sitting next to you. “Maybe I’m just collecting future favors.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else from you.”

“So, where’s the love of your life?” he asked, looking around the classroom.

As if on cue, the other thing you looked forward to in class walked in.

Someone like Kim Mingyu should come with a warning sign.

When your older brother first brought him home, you didn’t think you’d end up in this situation. Mingyu and Seungcheol had met at university and got along well from the start. Both were business majors, and Mingyu even joined the same fraternity as your brother. It was funny how he seemed more like a sibling to Seungcheol than you did.

Your brother invited him one time to spend winter break at your house, and all your problems began. You initially thought he was just one of your brother’s loud and messy friends. But unlike most of Seungcheol’s friends, Mingyu was nice to you—not that his other friends weren’t. They mainly pretended you didn’t exist. Unlike them, Mingyu would ask about school or if you wanted to join them when they hung out. He always remembered to ask if you wanted food when they were ordering, and one time he bought you ice cream when you had a big fight with Seungcheol. Overall, Mingyu was a nice guy. The type of guy every girl seemed to like. So developing a huge crush was not an unlikely outcome after all.

“Are you even listening to me?”

You snapped out of your daydream and focused back on Jeonghan. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I was saying I don’t get what you see in him.” His eyes went to Mingyu, who was completely unaware of our conversation. “I mean, he’s okay. I’m definitely hotter than him.”

This time you rolled your eyes. “I don’t like him because he’s hot.”

“Right. The fact that he’s tall, tanned, and muscular doesn’t have anything to do with you liking him.”

“Okay, fine. He’s hot, and I like him,” you admitted. The man was gorgeous, and there was no point in denying it. “But I also like that he’s smart and nice. He’s clumsy too, but in a cute way, you know?”

“No, I don’t,” he answered, amused. “Why can’t you just ask him out?”

You looked at him as if he was out of his mind.

“He’s my brother’s friend,” you reminded him. “Doesn’t that go against the bro code or something? Because knowing Cheol, it does. He’d kill me or Mingyu, maybe even both.”

“That’s stupid. If you like him, you like him. I wouldn’t care if my sister liked one of my friends.”

Liar. He wouldn’t even let any of his friends breathe near Soobin.

“So you’d be okay with your friends liking your sister?” He thought about it for a second, and then realization struck him.

“No, never mind. Sorry, there is no hope for you.”

“I know. Thanks for reminding me. Anyway, pay attention to the class.”

Thankfully class ended quickly. You grabbed your things and practically rushed to the door, dragging Jeonghan.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait!” You stopped outside the classroom when you heard Mingyu’s voice. You gave Jeonghan a panicked look, who just shrugged his shoulders. Then, you turned to face Mingyu, who was walking with one of his friends.

“Mingyu, hi.” you awkwardly greeted him. He gave you a smile that almost made you melt.

“Hi, how’ve you been? I didn’t see you at the party last week.”

“Oh, right! I had to work a few extra hours, so I stayed home. I had to catch up on studying.” The truth was, you did work extra hours. You were not looking forward to seeing him flirt with some potential hook-up. Mingyu seemed to buy your lie.

“That’s a shame. Anyways, we’re doing a get-together on Saturday!” he looked at his friend as if he was asking for confirmation. His friend adjusted his glasses and nodded. “It would be nice to see you there. Studying is important, but you should have some fun too.”

“A get-together? Are you sure it’s not a party?” you asked unsurely. Mingyu chuckled and shook his head.

“Nope, just a few of us guys from the fraternity. A couple of girlfriends, and if you agree, then you,” he suddenly seemed to remember Jeonghan. “Oh, you can come too! Or another friend, whatever works.”

Jeonghan didn’t seem enthusiastic about spending his Saturday at a party under the name of “get-together.” However, your look must have won him over because he rolled his eyes and smiled tightly at Mingyu.

“Sure, I’m in if she is.” That seemed enough to please Mingyu.

“Great!” You chuckled nervously and nodded. “We’ve got class now. We’ll see you at the party! I mean, get together.”

“Right, see you there.” Mingyu grabbed his friend and started walking away. But not without smiling and waving goodbye enthusiastically.

“I’m going to kill you. I had plans for Saturday,” Jeonghan complained.

“What plans? Do nothing?”

“Precisely that.” You laughed and locked his arm with yours. “Please, I couldn’t say no, and don’t want to go on my own!” You practically begged him. “I’ll do anything you want.”

He quirked an eyebrow, and a mischievous smile spread on his face. “Anything?”

“Okay, maybe not anything.” He laughed and sighed, defeated. “Fine, I’ll go, but you’re buying me coffee for two weeks.”

“A week and a half.”

“Not going.”

“Okay, okay! Two weeks.”

Now you just had to mentally prepare yourself for whatever was to come.

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#5

Orange

I want to get to know you too

26 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

@mujhe-rone-do what THE FUCK are you doing up

29 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#3

okay so like

first tehre was a lot of confusion abt which subjects we had

then somehow out of three two subjects students already got fixed and locked

so when the third subject teacher asked who wanted to do this one day before the festive vacation i raised my hand

and she picked everyone except for me and one other girl

she picked the girl sitting DIRECTLY NEXT TO ME and not me

nd im very good at SST btw i love social science and i get good grades in that out of 20 i got 19.5 last time so im validated too

and

i was like what no i am gonna do this

so i approached her and said "hi helo i wanna do this" and shes like "we have like 7 ppl already..." but i insisted so shes like "okay ill keep you as an extra" and drew a line under my name and put my name along with the other girl whom she had not picked lets call her s

so

then

she forgot (??) to put me in the gc in which they were discussing it

but she put s

lmao

and it was the vacaction and i dont have my own phone nor the teachers contact info

so i just. didnt know till after the holidays upon which i appraoched her and asked why i wasnt there and shes like oH oOPs or whatever and tells me i can help out if they need anything

so i went there but the kids just basically made me gvethem my statinary and then treated it like trash

and then disrespected me (whole diff incident) upon which i got mad and called a kid who had been dismissing me very much a problem and then i felt bad cuz i usually dont do shit like that like i just

dont say mean stuff back

but i did

anyway so

none of the kids, all of whom were in my class, reminded her i was supposed to be there too

idk if they forgot or what but s was literally next to me she knew she approached the teacher at the same time as me

so like. wow. after all my effort, after almost dying with the sleep deprivation and work load im just. forgettable. lmao

Do no harm but take no shit it's good you said some mean stuff to them and your teachers an idiot

Also you're not forgettable not to me

31 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#2

ahhghgdhgaha i very tired today but i lots of tasks to finish

ill just tell you what i have to do and then update you with how many i finished if thats okay; if it's not just ignore this ask

finish textbook russian revolution

friend 1's early christmas present readied

friend 2's ''

finish cover 1 of TMOD

finish chem homework

english entrepreneur assignment

of this i have done eactly one aka chem homework i got other tasks done which i didnt write down tho

It's okay if you only manage to finish Chen homework today I'm proud of you

63 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HELO HELO how does one flirt with a cis boy

in theory i know how and usually i can but i have exactly 1.5 weeks to make this work and i need it to go well and hes a hyperactive adhd as FUCK bitch like me so we bOTH KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED AND LOW KEY AWKWAR CUZ WE DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO

HELP PLEASE HSKHDKS

Sorry kid you came to the wrong place

I know exactly nothing about flirting

Let alone het flirting

129 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

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You Belong With Me

PAIRING: Tsukishima Kei x Reader GENRE: Romance | Fluff | Angst (?) | Comfort (?) | Mutual Pining | Slowburn | Confession WARNINGS: tsukki has a toxic gf | cursing | ooc? | implied infidelity (not you or kei) | prolly more sry WORD COUNT: 2k A/N: this fic is HEAVILY based off of You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift- if you've seen the music video this is like it but my way 😌 uhh i hope you like it <3 oh also pls don't cringe it'll hurt my feelings

“What was she so mad about?” Your voice bleeds through his phone as he scribbles on his homework with his number two pencil, sighing at your question. He looks up briefly to his window to see you at your desk across your two properties’ filing the papers for your math class, organizing your work. Your phone is sandwiched between your shoulder and your ear, your eyes narrowed as you focus on what assignments are what.

“Kei?”

He shakes his head as his mind snaps out of the daze, his golden eyes flicking down to his work. “Uh,” he sighs as he re-grips his pencil, “I teased her a little bit and she got mad,” he finished. You chuckled before covering your mouth with your hand, finally looking up at the man through your clear panes.

“You’re kidding,” you giggle, a smile leading onto Kei’s face while he listens to your voice, although refusing to look up at your face, he shakes his head in a joking dismissal.

“No, I’m not. But we are never mentioning it again.”

“Oh, good luck getting me to keep quiet!” You shout as your back straightens against your desk chair, a smug look playing on your face once the blond male looks up at you.

He stands up, a reciprocating smirk laying on his lips before he says, “You will,” before he takes his phone away from his ear, pressing the “hang up” button and raising his arm to close the drapes. You laugh with satisfaction while you exit his contact, turning on some music and tossing your phone on your bed before cleaning up your area and strumming your fingers like an imaginary guitar.

He opened his curtains expecting to see you sulking while doing your work, only to see you dance like an idiot while you blast your music, your pencils acting as a microphone as you perform your concert in front of your stuffed animals. He could hear the music from across the yard, him identifying it as your shared playlist that you two made a couple years back, the duration over fifteen hours as about three-hundred songs reside. An accidental chuckle escaped him as his eyes rested on your jumping figure for just a couple seconds. It was for entertainment. Yeah. That’s it.

~.~.~.~

Sticking your fabric marker on the construction paper, you write out your message to Kei.

“I love you”. It was a message that would tell him that he deserves the best and nothing less. It was something that you treasured and wanted to share that value with him. Something that told him that he belonged with you.

You hoped that one day you’d be able to give it to him, to tell him how you really feel, to show that you can do a better job than her, but you never got the chance. Carrying the folded slip in your pocket, ready to pull out, his phone rings. As you sit on the bench on the side of the road, you wonder how long it had been since you had seen him really smile. You had made him smile a lot before, even if he doesn’t smile a lot genuinely, there are some times where real happiness seeps through his facade. You like it when that happens, always have. You noticed how much his happiness had reduced over the course of these last few months, though.

He answers the phone very monotone, very uninterested. He sounded obligated while he spoke to his girlfriend, sighing sharply once he hung up.

“What was that about?”

“Just drama. Kind of sick of it at this point.” He sticks his phone in his pocket, looking over to your concerned expression. “It’s nothing to worry about,” he says while rolling his eyes, placing a soft hand on your head and letting it rest. His hand retracted quickly when the sound of his name rings through his ears, his head whipping towards his girlfriend's figure. He readjusts his glasses, sitting straight up and swinging the strap of his school bag over his shoulder before he gets up and sluggishly walks across the street, meeting up with the one he was set to have a date with later. He subtly waved to you prior to turning his head away and continuing his stroll with his date hanging on his arm. You ignore the glare served your way when you wave back to him, forgetting the multiple reasons of why you wanted him away from her so he can enjoy his date. Hopefully.

~.~.~.~

As you stand on the bleachers of Kei’s game, you watch him stride over the court and jump to block the ball, a playful smirk residing on his lips as he sends the ball to the other side. You clap for him, shouting praises his way in hopes he might hear you over everyone else. Especially her. The screaming and unnecessary noise making your ears bleed a bit. You didn’t mean to be irritated by it, but the pulse on your forehead and the grit of your teeth made it painfully obvious you didn’t really like her.

When the end of the game hit, you were overloaded with joy at Kei’s victory. You hurriedly make your way over to him before gripping him tightly in a hug, not caring about the sweat that drips off his body. You could feel his arms flex as he raised his arms to hesitantly reciprocate your actions until his arms completely dropped, his body stiff.

“What the hell?” He muttered under his breath as he firmly moved you aside to walk away. Following after him, you let your head peek out from the side of his back, watching it all occur in front of you. “What’s this?”

“What? Nothing, Kei,” she mewls, setting her hands on her boyfriend’s shirt as if she thought he was silly.

“Yeah, we were just, uh, talkin’.” The man before her fibs.

“Not according to what I just saw,” Kei accuses the two with a furrowed brow, fed up. You come out from behind him, glaring at his girlfriend in hate. This was it.

“Don’t worry about it, man,” the man dismisses, turning to keep the conversation with her going.

Stepping forward, you place an arm in front of Kei, stopping his movements as you eye his girlfriend. “Tell me you were not just flirting with this man and we’ll leave.”

“I wasn-”

“Don't,” you pause, taking a deep breath as you watch her take a step back, “don’t lie to me, or you will regret it,” you threaten, a sharp glint in your eye telling her that you are oh so serious about this. Behind you, Kei watches as you make his girlfriend stammer on her words, a subconscious smile leaking on his face.

She stomps away with anger, the man beside her moving away as well, scoffing.

~.~.~.~

He didn’t say much on the way home; you trailed behind him as he walked away in part anger and denial. You didn’t really know what to say. Should you go back and find the girl and beat some sense into her? Should you give some words of the wise to Kei? Would he even take it?

As you watch him slow down to match your pace, you grow confused. You were headed to your place, so why was he suddenly following? “Kei?” He hums in response, his head hanging low. “Would you like to stay at my place? I can make coffee and we can stay up shit-talking our least favorite people,” you giggle and softly bump into his side, a stifled chuckle escaping him.

“Whatever,” he mumbles with an obvious smile as he continues to walk with you. When you quietly shut the door and take your shoes off, you softly tread to the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine- the man that you took home followed, his arm planting on the marble counter as his eyes trail over your moving figure.

As you sit on the stool next to him beside your kitchen island, you converse about the drama he’s been scooped in, him rolling his eyes twice a minute and his irritation level going off the charts as he recalls the events. He hated it, you could tell. He made it pretty obvious he wasn’t happy about it, too.

“Are you still going to the dance with her tomorrow then?” You speak curiously, twirling your fingers around each other while staring blankly into the marble as you awkwardly sit there, awaiting an answer.

It takes him a second to respond, a long sigh and a deep thought coming into play in his mind once he looks over to your spaced expression. Does he really want to go? Did he want to go with her, or with someone else- you? “Probably.”

Oh. “Are you sure you wanna do that? After what happened today?”

“Why not. Nothing better to do,” he justifies, shrugging. Yeah, you probably should have seen that coming.

The note that resided in your pocket seemed to crumple a little bit when you came to terms with the fact that he may never notice you the way you wanted him to.

~.~.~.~

“Are you going?” Kei asks over his phone as he takes his suit out of his closet.

“Ah, no,” you breathe out as guilt pools in your stomach, your elbow balancing sitting on your desk while dozing off into something that is not mathematical equations.

“Oh,” is all he says before telling you he needed to get ready, giving his goodbye.

After the call ends, you see the light fading away from his room as he closes the drapes, giving you a sign to start working again. You wondered what would happen if you possibly showed up. You originally were going to go, but the date that canceled soon beforehand gave your mind a gentle squeeze, telling you that the dance wasn’t for you. Still, the tiniest urge told you to make an appearance. You groan in waver, giving in.

~.~.~.~

You felt good. You felt really good. Wearing your planned outfit to this dance, you make your way inside carefully, minding the crowd. You catch the eye of the one girl that you held a grudge against, watching her grope another man on the dance floor. You roll your eyes in disgust as you move your head around to find a tall blond in the crowd. He leaned against the wall across from you his arms crossed while his dilated pupils trace the light that bounces off the floor.

“Hey,” you greet him, his attention whipping to you as he raises his head.

“Hi,” he reluctantly answers you while standing straight up, a relieved smirk leading onto his lips. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“I didn’t want to put my outfit to waste,” you smile, spreading your arms to show your attire.

“Yeah, well you came at perfect timing,” he points towards his girlfriend which you identified earlier, although he seemed like he didn’t care all that much.

Gripping the folded paper in your pocket, you slip it out with two fingers confidently. “I have something to tell you,” you admit, your eyes staying centered on his black suit.

“Go on,” he eggs, hands staying at the side of his body while he watches you fluster yourself. It takes you less than a second to shove the note in his stomach and turn around, your face turning hotter and hotter every moment. Your hands lay against your cheeks as your nerves rattle beneath your skin, your ears tingling when you hear a sweet chuckle glide against his lips. “You should have told me a long time ago, Y/n. I wouldn’t have to deal with,” his eyebrows turn up as his head tips towards the dancing figure just a couple of feet away from you guys, “...that.”

You turn around slowly, disbelief covering your face when you look at his smug expression. “Are you kidding me? You’re telling me this,” you gesture at the both of you with your pointer finger, “could have been something a long time ago?”

He sucks in through his teeth, taking a grip on your arm and pulling you with him as he walks through the crowd to the middle of the room. “Yep. Guess you missed out.”

“Says you,” you roll your eyes with attitude as you pick up your pace and place your hand in his.

He knew he belonged with you, he was just wondering when you would admit that.

aaa here it is! three days of work! sry i havent been posting lately ive been working <3 (reupload bc tumblrs a little bitch)

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Hopeless Romantics

HiHo friends! I mostly wrote this piece for @iaminlovetomhollandmarvel because she's like my one consistent reader. Once again, I'm still fairly new to writing so please be kind, and send in requests for any characters and actors/actresses you want and I'll write for you! I also used writing prompt 707 from @creativepromptsforwriting and its highlighted in bold, there is also a Sylvia Plath poem in here!

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"Hey Y/N, what're ya doin?" Arvin asked as he walked up to you as you sat reading on the steps outside of the school.

"Not much, just sittin' here enjoyin the warm weather. What are you doin' Arvin?"

"Well you looked pretty lonely over here, so I was thinkin I could keep you company but I can go if you want."

"I don't mind, come sit down I promise I won't bite."

As he sat down next to you he linked his arm with yours to see how you'd react. When you didn't pull away he scooted closer to you, to the point of being able to see over your shoulder.

"Y/N L/N what on Gods green Earth are you reading?" he laughed at the content you were consuming.

"If you must know, nosey josey its a romance book," your cheeks started turning red with embarrassment as he laughed.

"I don't know much but I do know one thing; people do not talk like that on dates."

"I wouldn't know, I've never been out on a date before," you turned your head away feeling shame. 17 years old, and never been out on a date while some girls in your class were out here getting married.

Arvin felt bad, he did know that you didn't go out much but he figured that the most beautiful girl he's ever seen would've been asked out at some point.

"Thats about to change. C'mon Y/N get up, I'm taking you out on a proper date," he offered his hand to help pull you to your feet.

"Arvin are you insane, what would even do?"

"Anything you want. We could go to dinner, a movie, we could go to the library, I could get a picnic together really fast and go to the lake, we can go skinny dipping," he winked at you.

"Skinny dipping is a third date activity young man, I think you know this," you shot back at him matching his cheeky smile, "I wouldn't mind a picnic by the lake, I just need to stop by my house and tell my momma where I'm goin."

"Your carriage awaits m'lady," he help open the car door for you and helped you in.

"Before we do this I need to know, why are you doing this Arvin?" you asked him, very worried about getting hurt.

"Cause its Friday night and I'd rather spend it with the prettiest girl in school than at Church with Lenora."

An hour later after you dropped your stuff off at home and got a picnic and blanket you and Arvin were sitting by the lake looking out over the water.

"Y/N will you please read your book to me? 'ts just I've heard you read in English and I really like your voice. Please?" he was so kind and quiet that there was no way you could deny him of this.

"I won't read you my book but I'll read you a poem, how's that?" he nodded happy with the trade off. As you pulled your poem book out of the small bag you packed, he laid down in your lap looking up at the sky.

"This one is called Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Arvin stared at you in awe. He had never felt feelings like this before. In the moments that you were reading to him everything felt right, as if you wrote the poem for him.

"Y/N that was absolutely beautiful," he gushed to you.

"Aww you don't mean that, now c'mon enough with all this gushy stuff. Its hot and i want to cool down with a swim."

"But we dont have our swimsuits and I thought skinny dippin was a third date activity miss," he was getting real cheeky now.

"Thats very true, but I wear undergarments, and those cover the same amount skin that a swimming suit do. Arvin, do you wear undergarments?" you asked as you started to unzip your skirt.

"You sure about this?" he wanted to go swimming with you more than anything but he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life Arvin." you were completely undressed, except the matching bra and panty set you were wearing. Arvin was awestricken with you. "Hurry up, I want to swim and your taking forever."

In record speed he took off his jeans and shirt, grabbing your hand and running into the water with you. You guys splashed in the water for a long time, well into the night. At some point you guys just floated, side by side holding hands. No one had ever made you feel the way Arvin did, like you mattered.

"Y/N your shivering, let get you dried off," he helped you onto the shore and wrapped a towel around and rubbed your shouders. "Heres the keys to the truck, you can changed in there. 'm gonna go into the woods to give you some privacy." he truly was the sweetest boy.

Once you both got changed and were sitting in the car, he asked you something you never thought he'd ask. "Will you dance with me? I can turn up the radio and we can dance outside." you nodded your head and lept out.

He took your right hand, in his left and wrapped your left arm around his waist. He placed his right hand low on your back yet high enough to still be respectful.

"Arvin, real talk and I want a real answer from you this time. Why did you ask me out tonight?"

"I asked you out because I've been infatuated with you, but i was never sure to liked me back so I started to flirt with you."

"What? We barely even spoke before today, how did you flirt with me?"

"I mean, I looked at you... sometimes you looked back."

"Arvin I don't know what to say, you could've talked to me."

"I wanted to, so badly Y/N its just that... I didn't want people to get the wrong idea about you because you deserve the whole world and I cant give it to you and people say I'm dangerous and I swear I'm not I just don't wan-"

you cut him off with a kiss. An earth shattering, mind blowing kiss. his lips were so soft and molded perfectly to yours, and he could taste the cherry chapstick you always wore. It lasted forever it felt like. When you both eventually pulled apart he rested his head against yours. "Woman if you keep doing that you're gonna kill me."

"I hate to ruin this absolutely perfect first date but, its past my curfew and I have to be home," disappointment clear in your voice. "All good things must come to an end eventually I suppose."

The whole way home, you didn't leave his side. He even walked you to your door and kissed you goodnight. "Can we go out again tomorrow, ya think?" he asked so hopeful you'd say yes.

"I would absolutely love to Mr. Russell but I don't know if my mom will let me after gettin in so late after I was supposed to be home. Give me your number and Ill call you tomorrow if I can."

He gave you his number and you two parted ways. He sat by the phone all weekend waiting for you to call, disappointment shattering his heart when you didn't. He found you by your locker first thing Monday morning at school.

"Hey, I figured that Id come say hi to you. Ya know, just make sure everythings still good between us?" He had never been this nervous in all his life.

"Yes of course everythings good between us why wouldnt it be?"

"Well you never called, and I got really worried. Why didnt you call?"

"My mom said I wasnt allowed to use the phone because I broke curfew. I promise you I would've called Arvin, I had the best time of my life on Friday. I would do it again in a heartbeat."

"Really, you want to go out with me again?"

"Well, yeah. Of course I do. There's still a second date we have to go on, before we get to the third." you winked at him as you shut your locker and turned around and walking in the opposite direction. Leaving him there, wondering what on Earth he just got himself into.

[fanficsfromyesteryear]

SICK & TIRED

A STRANGER THINGS ONE SHOT

— PAIRING: Billy Hargrove x Reader — WORD COUNT: 2,077 — WARNINGS: Cursing, Billy being...himself — REQUESTED BY: @udontneedtokno 

Um hi, can I request a billy x fem reader where she Is feeling a bit sick and crappy and he takes care of her? Also could you make it so they aren’t dating yet so he’s still a bit of a meanie and flirts pretty hard with her while he’s taking care of her? I love ur billy x readers sm🥺💖

— A/N: First of all, thank you so much?? Honestly, he’s my favorite character to write for. He’s so unapologetically rude and flirtatious, and I think it’s hilarious. Secondly, I’m sooooo sorry about how long this took!! Life got really busy for a while, so I didn’t have much time to sit down and write, but it’s slowed down again for the time being. Anyway, I can’t even tell you how excited I was when I saw your request! I’m such a sucker for sick reader/character storylines, probably because I relate to them so much. Any time my stomach hurts even slightly, you would think I’m dying with how much I milk it. I had lots of fun writing this, and I hope it was worth waiting for!!

Despite your best efforts to convince your mom to let you skip school, she wasn’t having it. For one, she thought you were just being overdramatic—so what if your nose was a little runny? She handed you a pack of Kleenex, forced cough syrup down your throat, and shoved you out the front door with a promise that you would be fine. You weren’t so sure, and your suspicions were only confirmed when you ran out of tissues by the end of first period, and instead of clearing your head, the medicine had only succeeded in making you drowsy. More than once, you felt yourself slipping away from reality—you weren’t quite falling asleep, but you could tell that you weren’t wholly present either. You wanted nothing more than to go home and take a nap, but your mom was at work, and you didn’t trust yourself to walk all that way on your own.

“Wow, Y/N, you look like shit.”

You were standing in the hallway, unsure of how you had come to be there—you must’ve zoned out again. With a blank stare, you turned to look at Billy Hargrove, who was leaning with his back to the locker beside yours. “Thank you,” you said, sniffing. You couldn’t breathe—it felt like you had a thick wad of cotton shoved inside each nostril. “I feel like shit, too.” As if on cue, you let out a sneeze.

Billy backed away, warily studying you. You had dark circles beneath your puffy eyes, and your nose was red and raw from being smothered with one too many tissues. You looked absolutely miserable, and even though a part of him wanted to stay as far away from you as possible—just in case whatever you had was contagious—he felt bad for you more than anything. He reached up to brush aside a stray piece of your hair. “Hey—” Billy was about to say more but stopped himself mid-sentence, his hand lingering on the side of your face as his eyebrows scrunched together. “You’re kinda hot,” he informed you.

Letting out a groan, you rolled your eyes and swatted his hand away. “Billy, I’m not in the mood for any of your—”

“No, seriously. I think you have a fever or something.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” you said simply. Turning, you started off down the hallway toward your next class. You’d gotten this far—you might as well stick it out until the end of the day. As much as you didn’t want to be there, you didn’t have much of a choice. You figured you might as well try to carry on like normal.

Billy thought otherwise. You hadn’t gotten far when you felt his hand wrap around your elbow. He pulled you backwards, and in your weakened state, you were in no shape to fight against him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Billy demanded.

“To class,” you said, your voice muffled by your hand as you wiped your nose on the sleeve of your sweater.

Billy scoffed. “No, you’re not,” he said. “You’re sick.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” you whined. “My mom’s at work, and—”

“I’ll take you home,” Billy offered. “I need an excuse to get out of here anyway.” Before you could argue any further, Billy slung his arm around your shoulders and led the way outside.

As the two of you trekked across the parking lot to where his Camaro was parked on top of the hill, you were grateful for how close Billy was—you could lean on him for support whenever the need arose, which proved to be quite often.

Billy made sure to help you into the passenger seat—“Watch where you put your hands, Hargrove”—but as he was climbing into the car himself, he looked to you with an air of seriousness. “You better not puke in here,” he warned. “If you do, you’re cleaning it up.”

“I’m not gonna puke.” You hoped that was true because you knew Billy well enough by now to know that he wasn’t kidding, and you didn’t feel like scrubbing your own throw up out of his car’s upholstery.

As the Camaro pulled out onto the main road, you could feel your eyelids growing heavy. At some point, you must’ve drifted off because by the time Billy’s car came to a stop in front of your house, he glanced over to find you fast asleep. Billy yanked his keys out of the ignition and got out with a heavy sigh. As he bent down to scoop you up, he grumbled about how you were going to give him whatever the hell was plaguing you. He concluded with, “Be glad you’re cute,” before kicking the car door shut and walking up the driveway.

Once inside, Billy dumped you onto the couch in the living room. He stepped back and stared at you for a moment with crossed arms as he tried to assess the situation. What had he gotten himself into? He didn’t know the first thing about taking care of sick people—he avoided sick people, mainly because he couldn’t be bothered with them, not to mention how gross they were. You were different, though, and Billy mentally kicked himself for feeling that way. All this trouble just to get you to like him? It was a new low.

When you awoke, you were surprised to find yourself inside your house with a blanket thrown across you, alongside Billy, who was sitting on the other end of the couch with your feet in his lap. You couldn’t remember having walked in—maybe that cough medicine was still messing with your head—and you hadn’t expected Billy to stick around. You had assumed he’d drop you off and then be on his merry way. As far as you could tell, he wasn’t exactly a nurturer. At the very least, you doubted this was how he wanted to be spending his time away from school.

As soon as Billy felt you stirring, he glanced over tentatively and caught sight of you staring at him. He raised his eyebrows in question. “What?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I didn’t expect you to still be here,” you answered.

Billy looked almost offended at this. “And leave my favorite girl to die alone? I would never.”

A small laugh escaped your chapped lips. “I’m not dying,” you said, poking Billy’s knee with the toe of your sneaker. “At least, I won’t be once I take the right medicine.” You must’ve slept off the effects of the cough syrup your mom had given you—you were no longer insufferably tired, which was a plus, but the congestion in your head had culminated into a headache, and it had brought a side of chills with it. You swung your legs over the side of the couch and were about to get up when Billy stopped you.

“No,” Billy said, pushing you back down. “I’ll get it.”

You told Billy where the bathroom was and what to grab—“Aspirin’s fine”—then he disappeared down the hallway branching off of your living room. You were no expert on what the average time should’ve been for completing such a task, but after several minutes had passed and Billy still hadn’t returned, you started to wonder what was taking so long.

The answer to your silent question came in the form of Billy irritably yelling, “Y/N, why do you have so much shit in here?”

Grumbling, you rose from your spot on the couch and shuffled into the bathroom. “What do you mean?” you asked.

Billy turned to find you standing at his elbow, wrapped up in a blanket somewhat reminiscent of the way E.T. had been in the flying bike scene. Only your pouting face protruded from the folds of fabric. The blond couldn’t help cracking a smile at your appearance—comical, yet undeniably cute—and just like that, he had forgotten what it was that had caused your sudden presence.

You took no time jogging Billy’s memory. “It’s right there,” you said, your eyes resting on a bottle sitting on the bottom shelf of your medicine cabinet. A moment later, your hand poked through the blanket and seized the small container. You bumped Billy out of the way as you popped a pill into your mouth and stepped in front of the sink to pour yourself a glass of water. By the time you’d swallowed, he was gone.

“Billy?” you called, stepping out of the bathroom.

Billy’s voice came from somewhere down the hall, saying, “Holy shit, Y/N, is this your room?”

You appeared behind Billy in an instant, latching onto his arm and giving it a tug. “Oh, my God,” you said, your face burning. “Don’t go in there. It’s a mess!”

Being the sort of person that likes to do the exact opposite of what he’s told, Billy easily pulled free from your grasp and wandered inside. He was like a kid in a candy shop as he admired the things lining your shelves—trinkets, books, records, and the like—with wide eyes. Bedrooms tell a lot about the person to whom they belong, and boy, was Billy learning about you.

“And, who is this?” Billy asked with a devious smile as he picked up the faded brown teddy bear that had been lodged between the pillows on your bed.

Groaning, you buried your face in your hands, the soft fabric of the blanket covering your eyes. You wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole. If you had known that Billy Hargrove, of all people, was going to be in your room later, you would’ve made an effort that morning to clean up a bit—at the very least, you would’ve hidden anything embarrassing.

You risked a peek up at Billy, but he wasn’t where you’d last seen him. Instead, he’d moved over to your dresser and was rummaging through its drawers. How typical, you thought with a roll of your eyes. I look away for one second, and already, he’s trying to find my underwear.

Billy achieved his goal, too—you could tell by the cheeky grin on his face. His gaze cut over to you, then back down to the contents of the drawer in front of him, nodding thoughtfully all the while. He was about to pull something out, but you intervened—extending an arm, you slammed the wooden compartment shut, and if Billy hadn’t been so quick to pull his hands out of the way, he would’ve gotten his fingers smashed.

“That’s enough of that,” you said, grabbing Billy’s hand and dragging him back into the living room.

“You’re no fun,” Billy complained.

Both of you returned to your spots on the couch in moody silence. You tried to cross your arms, but you stopped abruptly when you realized that your fingers were still entwined with Billy’s. Blushing, you glanced down at your hands, then up at him, however, he didn’t seem to be paying you any mind. He was facing the wall directly opposite the couch with his eyes closed.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

Billy raised an eyebrow in acknowledgment. “Trying to picture you in that underwear,” he stated simply, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

You snatched your hand away to shove him with it. “You’re the worst, Billy Hargrove,” you said, but you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your mouth afterward.

“Damn it, Y/N,” Billy said. “I can’t concentrate with you giggling like that.”

“Good!” you remarked, nose held in the air as you squinted tauntingly at Billy.

Despite the two of you constantly teasing each other, you actually felt substantially better by the time Billy left your house that afternoon to pick Max up from school. He may not have been a doctor in the making, but where he lacked in nurturing qualities, he made up for with playful flirting and good company, and as they say, laughter’s the best medicine. You thought your troubles were over until you woke up the next morning to the sound of your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

You were answered with a sneeze from the other end of the line, followed by a hoarse voice saying, “This is your fault.”

“Aw, Billy, are you sick?” you asked, feigning surprise as you bit back a chuckle.

“Yeah, I’m sick,” Billy whined. “Get over here and fix it.”

“What’s the magic word?”

Another sneeze, then, “Now.”

And your mom thought you were dramatic when you were sick. As if.

[neitimatch]

So Basically a fanfiction idea

So, this’ll be basically just rambling. Since I got an idea for BNHA fic after reading some and decided to write it somewhere, even though I might never actually write it, seeing as I’m already swamped with buncha stories along with work etc. This’ll have trans headcanons and femslash.

Oh well, here we go:

Magne and Midnight both survive but neither of them are in good shape. There might be some timeline differences since I want both Magne and Midnight at the same hospital at the same time.

On Magnes case, the villains realize that they need to get her to hospital or she would surely die. So they show her up at the hospital and she ends up in the heroes custody. She will be in a coma for few months and then wake up. Some time goes past and none of the villains come to visit her cause, duh, they would just get caught. Until one of the guards acts differently than normally and they turn out to be Toga. She tells Magne about all their plans that they are going to bust her out and she’ll come with them and they will be whole family again. But Magne isn’t nearly as enthused and just tells Toga that it would be safer to just leave her here. The heroes would surely have a way to track her by now and she doesn’t want to put rest of the League in danger. Then Toga is like:

“You are the heart of the League, Big Sis, you can’t just give up. I- we can’t just give up on you.”

And then Magne, in big sis fashion, puts a hand on Togas shoulder and just tells her that her number one priority is to keep them all safe now. Toga cries but accepts that this is what Magne wants.

Then Midnight ends up in the same hospital in really bad shape. Izuku wants to go see her but Inko is a bit iffy, fearing that since Midnight is in such a bad shape the villains would just come and stab her or something and Izuku would be hurt too. So she tags along(Don’t question it, it’s mom instinct and even if your child could level down buildings it’s still mom’s instincts to try to protect them.) 

When they come to the hospital, Aizawa is there, just leaving to go see Magne. Though he doesn’t tell that to Izuku. The moment Midnight(referred as Nemuri from here on out) sees Inko, she is immediately smitten. She answers and talks with Izuku while low-key flirting with Inko. Inko though, in a fashion, is oblivious.

These two, Inko and Izuku visiting Midnight and Toga Magne every week, continue for a little over a month, until they happen at the same time.

Toga visits Magne, but when she’s leaving, she decides that it would be fun to see what kind of other patients there are in the building and maybe stab them a whole bunch. She goes through some who all seem boring, but then she comes to Midnights room and sees Izuku and Inko there with the hero. She is really happy at first, since Izuku is there, and she reasons that Inko will be as good as Izuku since she is his mom. Toga is about to make her move but she sees Inko hugging a crying Izuku and something in her just snaps and she stops. She keeps looking at the scene and feeling something. Usually it would be jealousy or hatred, because of her parents. But now she just feels longing. 

Toga stands there and doesn’t even realize when her disguise disappears, she just keeps looking at them. Izuku then proceeds to see her and goes full on protective mode. But Toga doesn’t do anything, she just keeps staring. Inko realizes what Izuku is looking at and goes to confront the girl, not listening to Izukus pleas to stay, since this silent staring Toga seems much scarier than the normal insnae one.

Inko and Toga look at each other while Izuku is like: Get away from her, she is insane, the more she likes someone the more likely she is to stab them, I should know!

But then realizes that Toga is not looking Izukus way, she is just silently staring at Inko. She brings up her hand and just keeps it towards Inko.

And then she starts crying. And backs off.

Inko feels Toga’s pain and is like: If you want, we can talk more tomorrow evening if you come to my place.

Toga looks back and nods and Izuku is going nuts.

Toga meets Inko next evening as Izuku is at U.A. She is completely reserved at first. But when Inko asks what happened to her next to Nemuris room, she just starts sobbing but also telling her story. How her family hated her, how heroes turned a blind eye when she was thrown out. How all of the people who tried to help just tried to force Quirk suppressants on her. That everyone, until she joined the League, just saw her as something that needed to be fixed, none who accepted her fully. She tells Inko that not her Quirks power, but that she needs blood. She is basically a vampire so her mental state will deteriorate if she goes without for too long.

Inko at the end, while Toga is just having a break down and sobbing, is hugging the girl and is like: Imma adopt her!

Next morning, while Toga is still sleeping at Izukus bed after crying herself to sleep, Inko goes to Nemuri, who she has started low-key dating(they are putting it off until Nemuri gets released). She tells her about what Toga told her and Nemuri is like: They won’t let you adopt her since they see her as a danger and don’t think you are strong enough to have her at house arrest. She will also take this surprisingly well, seeing as she saw Toga when she was at the hospital thing. She then tells crying Inko that she’ll do her best. Nemuri is then released the next day.

Though before she leaves the hospital, Nemuri goes with Aizawa to talk to Magne. And she asks AIzawa to leave so she can talk with Magne girl-to-girl. Nemuri tells Magne about Toga situation, and at first Magne is really scared for her little sis, but then Nemuri asks what she would give to have Toga safe, and Magne is like: Literally anything as long as it doesn’t hurt her chosen family(aka the league).

Nemuri is not really that happy, but Magne tells her that while they would most likely not gain Leagues secrets, they would still get two high ranking away form there. Nemuri then decides to make a deal with Magne: Toga will be safe and so will she, but Magne needs become a trans-advisor to U.A. and take Quirk suppressants, she will also be allowed to transition medically(since she wasn’t allowed before due to being a villain). Toga would go to U.A. to study to be a hero and they would keep an eye on both of them there.They would not ask for Leagues secrets, but one misstep from either of them and they’ll both go to jail for the rest of their lives. Magne agrees.

Nemuri ends up adopting Toga(Now Kayama Himiko, referred to as Himiko from here on out.) Nemuri tells Inko what had happened who is extremely happy. Himiko takes the adoption and and deal really well, though she is sad that she can’t go to play with the other League members anymore. She is somewhat weary of her new mother, who is also weary of her, but after few weeks they get along fine, though Himiko refuses to call Nemuri mom and just sticks to first name.

Meanwhile Izuku is having a mental breakdown in school, as they have started to question their gender. It started with a party they had hosted where all girls had boys uniforms on and boys girls, and Izuku realized they really enjoyed having a skirt on. The first idea that they came to was that they were a cross dresser, but it just didn’t sit well, so they started to do some research. Then they had a talk with Aizawa, who contacted Tiger, thinking  Izukuthat he would know way more about gender issues than a sleep-deprived professor. Izuku and Tiger talk, but seeing as Tiger is a trans man, while he can understand and give advice, he also advices Izuku to ask more from a trans woman. Izuku is more confident after the talk, and few days later Aizawa tells the class that they have a new gender-advisor and Izuku goes to immediately meet her, aka Magne, gets scared seeing the ex-villain, but after a bit calms down and they talk. Magne snarks a lot but as Izuku continues to be truthful and looking kinda scared of themselves, Magne starts to feel the old big sis powers kicking in, and she talks with Izuku seriously, at the end they both feel much better, Magne even telling Izuku to come back whenever they wish if they need. Few days later Izuku goes back to Magne and tells her that they are indeed, a trans woman(Referred from now on as Izu, and later on Izumi), Magne then advices Izu that she needs to do what is best for her, telling people she fully trusts first and going from there. Izu acknowledges this and thanks Magne, who is then like: Just call me Big Sis.

Izu tells Ochako, who is first little bit lost but the full on supportive, she also tells Tsu whojust smiles and is like: Kero.

Few months go by and Himiko has started to call Nemuri: Mama or Mama Nemuri. She is not really that much different, but with steady supply of blood now granted to her, she has lost her bloodlust. She also, since Nemuri and Inko are dating, calls Inko: Mommy. The school year is also coming to an end and Nemuri decides to propose to Inko, who says yes and they move in together.

When the year finally ends, Izu shows up at her home, with her support group ready as she is going to tell Inko about her being trans. Her support group consists of Todoroki, Ochako and Tsu. Though what she does not know is that Nemuri and Inko have moved in together, so when the door opens and out bursts Kayama Himiko, yelling: Big bro Izuku, not only does Izu get bad dysphoria, but also is just scared about Himiko being here. Himiko then proceeds to be like: Since we are siblings now my love for you is purely platonic!

And Izu is like: Thank god, I’m straight so it would have just ended in heartbrea... wait what siblings!?!?!

Himiko then proceeds to jump Ochako, who catches her in a bubble and they squabble a little. The group then goes inside and Nemuri and Inko tell whats up, Himiko is contantly clinging on Ochako, who has stopped trying to force the girl away since she would just come back anyway. Izu then asks to talk with Inko privately and tells her mom about her being trans. Inko is totally just like: I HAVE TWO DAUGTHERS NOW, AWESOME!!!

Like, WAY, too excited but it makes Izu feel better, Izu also tells her mother that she will go by Izumi from now on. After they talk and cry a bit Izumi goes back to her friends and Inko gets Himiko and Nemuri and tells them whats up. Nemuri has a small shock but gets over it really quickly and just can’t seem to stop smiling. Himiko on other hand completely flies of the fucking flip, not because Izumi was trans, she had Big Sis Mag after all, but because she remembered that she had misgendered her at the door. Himiko literally LAUNCHES herself at Izumi and just keeps telling her how sorry she is, with full on teateristics and all. Izumi just smiles and tells her that she didn’t know and its okay now. Todoroki leaves for his home during night after a romantic? farewell with Izumi.

Next day the girls go to shop new clothes for Izumi, they have bunch of money as Nemuri had been like: Take my money and use as much as you like, my new daughter needs clothes, dammit!

And they bring home a total haul. Some lazing around clothes(Tsu) Casual clothes(Ochako) and erotic clothes(Himiko, who constantly kept telling Izumi how much Todoroki was going to like them later on.)

When the school starts again, Izumi goes in with girls uniform and informs all of her changes, while most people are fine there are some, mainly Bakugou, who is not very kind at the beginning(He will warm up and stop being a transphobe later on and become the cool Aniki type) and the the class pervert(who keeps asking about literally everything trans related and asking for Izumi to perv for him. Don’t worry, he’ll get kicked out from U.A. or just dies somewhere and nobody cares)

After few weeks of school, Magne calls Izumi to talk with her(She has been on hormones for months now and lost muscle mass. She looks like a ripped lady now with all working parts(Yes I know this is not how it works at the moment at our world, sadly, but this is a fantasy world and it can have super effective hormone treatment, dammit), she tells Izumi that she can start her medical transition. So Izumi starts.

During the fall break, Nemuri and Inko have their wedding and Himiko and Izumi are going to be the flower girls. Bunch of the students attend. Later during the reception, Bakugou meets Izumi and asks her for a dance. Izumi agrees but only after her boyfriend, Shoto Todoroki, had promised to keep an eye on them the whole time. Bakugou apologizes to Izumi and while they don’t immediately go back to being friends(years of abuse plus transphobia, not gonna be easy) they start being more civil towards each other with hope that maybe later on they can be friends again.

Meanwhile Ochako has finally decided to act on her feelings and show Himiko who is the top of their relationship. Himiko is is more than happy with this development as they keep kissing outside the reception. Nemuri and Inko, who had asked before Izumis thoughts on the matter, finally tell their daughters that Izumi is now legally Nemuris adopted daughter, and that her and Inkos last names have been changed to Kayama.

Epilogue:

Inko and Nemuri are happily together, loving their children and grandchild.

Himiko and Ochako have a daughter and are engaged. Ochako is overly protective mom and Himiko is the 'cool' mama.

Shoto and Izumi are married and Izumi is pregnant.(Fantasy Woooooorrrrld~~)

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masterlist 🕊

hi!! welcome to my masterlist!

i try to make all of my imagines as inclusive as possible. PLEASE let me know if i discriminate against any group in any way; this is a safe space for everyone!

fluff 🧸 | angst 🕯| steamy ⚡️| personal favorite 🦦 | from an event ✨ ↬ i write predominantly fluff!

PETER PARKER imagines - anywhere from 1k to 10k words

desperate times and desperate measures 🧸 ↬ you're an avenger on a fake date with peter to get information from a group of villains, and peter has to think quick in order not to blow your cover... wink wink

far from home (part one, part two, part three, part four, part five) 🧸🕯 ↬ you and peter sit next to each other on the plane to europe and what begins as a friendship turns into so much more

can’t help it 🧸⚡️ ↬ you and peter have been dating for a few months now, and being the kind boy he is, he always asks for a kiss when he wants one. when kissing he always lets you set the pace because he's afraid to hurt you (because of his powers), but this time, his feelings are too much…

sista-sista 🧸🕯 ↬ you (peter's sister) were recruited by nick fury multiple years ago. ever since he discovered you, he took you in and trained you to work behind the scenes at S.H.I.E.L.D., and was the one to help you recover after being kidnapped by a terrorist group and experimented on (which resulted in you getting your powers). nick convinces you to work on a mission with peter, resulting in your coming clean to him about your past and the biological relationship between the two of you

study date 🧸 ↬ you and peter have been friends for most of your life but have slightly grown apart this last year due to peter's spider-man duties. finally, the two of you get together to work on a project and things... happen?

fancy-schmancy 🧸 ↬ you and peter sneak out of a fancy charity event because adults are boring and there’s better things to do

competitive 🧸 ↬ you and peter have had an interesting relationship due to the fact that you're both competing for being number one in your class. but, over time, a small, unexpected romance grows out of the rivalry

laser tag 🧸⚡️ ↬ tony organizes a game of avengers laser tag. you and peter are on opposite sides and have made it clear to each other that you will fight to the death- whatever it takes

NINE-NINE! 🧸 ↬ you and peter spend most nights watching brooklyn nine-nine together and have found just how similar the two of you were to the show's lead couple, jake and amy

how about a kiss, saumensch? (part one, part two) 🧸🕯 ↬ when peter sees you reading the book thief and talking about it afterwards, your love for it makes him want to read it. so, he does, and he decides to follow in the steps of rudy steiner, asking for a kiss at every chance he gets

take your things and go (part one, part two) 🧸🕯 ↬ you and peter have a love-hate relationship that makes some advances when the two of you land in a close situation

holy water!  🧸⚡️ ↬ after catching you and peter getting a little heated, natasha decides to take things into her own hands... in the messiest of ways

letters 🧸 ↬  after too long a wait for you and peter to just get together, the team decides to get you together their way

curiosity killed the cat 🧸🦦 ↬ peter parker is a photographer. the boy is absolutely obsessed with taking pictures of anything that attracts him, anything that catches his eye... anything, particularly you

under the mistletoe 🧸🕯 ↬ high school holiday parties can lead to unfortunate circumstances... especially when it involves your lifelong enemy and one godforsaken garnish

spider-man chapstick 🧸 ↬ nostalgic finds at new york bodegas can lead to flirtatious and awkward encounters with the boy you call your best friend

the benefits of fake dating 🧸 ↬ although incredibly annoying, flash thompson’s arrogance was just what you and peter needed

valentine’s and pickup lines 🧸🦦 ↬  sometimes, having to do mj's job for her can work out in the best ways. especially when it's valentine's day and a certain local hero has an errand to make

midtown morning announcements 🧸🕯 ↬ as a reporter for midtown tech's daily announcements, it's easy to get carried away with ideas. especially ones involving the newest superhero from queens

brace-face 🧸🦦 ↬ in which you get braces, peter is persistent, and mr. delmar gives you free slushees

take a bullet 🧸🕯 ↬ you and peter go on your first mission without the team, flirting can be a powerful tool, and cliches like "taking a bullet" for someone don't seem so unrealistic anymore

bad date 🧸 ↬ maybe trying to get over a crush on your best friend wasn't such a good idea after all

trust issues 🧸🕯 ↬ it wasn't peter's fault that he had trust issues after his mentor's death and his most recent superhero friend's manipulation, but it also wasn't your fault that you just wanted to be his friend

locked out 🧸 ↬ y/n can't remember to grab her keys, peter misses the old days with you, and may baked extra cookies

peter! from physics! 🧸 ↬ y/n can't be controlled by wallets, peter parker gets crushes too easily, and crime in new york is abnormally low

to the man who let her go 🧸🕯 ↬ fuck brad davis. yeah

odd one out 🧸🕯 ↬ thanos' plan was to wipe out half of the universe, but what happens when the universe isn't evenly numbered?

swing and a kiss 🧸 ↬  crushes from english class and a *touch* of ptsd turn into a new form of transportation, messy rooftop shenanigans, and a lecture from one (1) tony stark

i want it, i got it 🧸 ↬ newfound confidence during karaoke night certainly can end up in peter parker making bold moves

stolen kisses 🧸 ↬ secret dating always ends in getting caught, especially by a suspicious best friend and a group of superheroes that’s been rooting for you and peter for years.

wish i were heather  🕯 ↬ a relationship that never happened and the wrong one that did.

blurbs - under 1k words

party confessions 🧸⚡️ ↬ you and peter get paired up for seven minutes in heaven

go fix my car, assbag 🧸 ↬ you catch flash bullying peter in the hallway and you decide you've had enough of his crap (haven't we all?)

over-protective peter 🧸 ↬ when flash harasses you in the hallway, peter steps in and gets maybe a bit too angry…

movies and cuddles 🧸 ↬ the avengers have a movie night and you and peter end up in a slightly embarrassing situation

let me show you 🧸 ↬ peter helps you frost a cake in the avengers' kitchen at midnight and it turns into a food fight in which your father, tony stark, catches the two of you mid-fight  

scaredy-cat 🧸 ↬ you and peter are dorm neighbors (at MIT, of course), and he helps you out of a sticky-spider-situation

condensation 🧸🦦 ↬ cute neighbors drawing on condensated windows sure have the key to your heart

may? 🧸 ↬ sometimes, peter parker is a bit too caught up in the moment to realize the words that come out of his mouth... but, all for the lolz, right?

care package 🧸🕯 ↬ life is tough, but when a boy donned in red and blue shows up to make you feel better, it isn't so bad

eau de cologne 🧸⚡️🦦 ↬ avengers galas normally annoy you, but the scent of a certain hero can most certainly distract you

massage for massage? 🕯 ↬ unrequited feelings hurt, especially when your hands are the one massaging away his pain

a drive to montauk 🧸 ↬ a peaceful roadtrip with peter

moonlight tears (part one, part two) 🕯 ↬ depression took you away from yourself, but peter didn't let it take you away from him

the penis game 🧸🦦 ↬ a group of boys at the library plays the penis game and none of them manage to get above a quiet yell, so you take matters into your own hands

peter parker for pepper spray! 🧸 ↬ y/n lost her pepper spray, old men in new york are creepy, and peter parker just walked out of delmar's with a sandwich in hand and a kind enough heart to help out an enemy

english lit meet-cute 🧸 ↬ all it takes is an awkward mishap and some confidence to finally get you and the boy you keep seeing around campus together.

overnight beach trip 🧸✨ ↬ in which you and peter take a trip to the beach for a night.

headcanons - stories in the form of chaotic bullet-points

internship 🧸 ↬ tony stark not only helped in bringing together a group of people to protect earth, but also in sparking young love

dirty talk (part one, part two) ⚡️🦦 ↬ to the public, peter parker is the epitome of innocent, but after a conversation at lunch, he is determined to prove the opposite

hallway bookworm 🧸 ↬ girls reading and crying while walking in the hallway sure do seem to have an effect on peter parker

tiktok famous (part one, part two, part three, part four) 🧸⚡️ ↬ the wonderful chaotic adventures of y/n and peter making tiktoks

midnight at delmar’s 🧸 ↬ working alone late at night can be dangerous. 'nuff said

i go hard like thanos 🧸 ↬ popping off to an absolute banger during an avengers meeting is the best way to set yourselves up for failure

quaranteens 🧸 ↬ how you and petey boi spend your quarantine <3

gross 🧸🦦 ↬ chaotic mess in which you pull a Dumb Bitch Move and write a song for peter while relying on the hope that he never sees it

new york boy 🧸 ↬ life is hard when you visit your uncle in new york and all of a sudden there's a cute boy named peter parker in your life

giant teddy bears 🧸 ↬ first dates are awkward, peter sucks at dance dance revolution, and the night ends with a giant teddy bear and something sweet

actual books!

flicks (currently on wattpad; i will not be uploading this to tumblr as of now) ↬ in which a girl named indigo and a boy named peter bond over the love of movies, the loss of parents, and the power of saving the world | bonus imagine! 

lmk if any of the links are faulty or if there are any other problems with the imagines! i have been on this site working on transferring my work for hours i have the brain of a strapless croc rn pls forgive me!

[angelbabyszn]

Flirtationship (Cesar X Reader)

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"Cesar! Give me back my phone!" you shouted at him as you tried to reach your phone over his body while laughing.

"No! Let me see!" shouted Cesar as he tried to look at an embarrassing video of you when you were in junior high with a huge grin on his face.

As Cesar tried to watch, you finally grabbed your phone and sat back down in your seat at lunch.

You looked back at the group and they looked at you and Cesar weirdly. You gained a pink blush in embarrassment.

"What?" asked Cesar as he calmed down from laughing.

"What is with you two?" asked Jamal.

"What do you mean?" asked Cesar confused.

"Y'all over here flirting like we ain't here." said Ruby as he picks a pineapple cut with a fork and eats it.

"We weren't flirting." you said and put a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Girl, I think we ALL know what flirting looks like. So why don't y'all just get together?!" shouted Jasmine at you and Cesar. Both of you looked at each other and looked back at Jasmine.

"It's not like that. Y/N and I are just good friends." said Cesar and you felt you got hit in the heart. Not in a good way.

You looked at Cesar and you saw him eating while smiling, You looked away and took a deep breath while you held your heart trying to figure out what was that.

The bell rings and everybody at lunch starts to go to class after they throw away their lunches.

You start to walk to class with your supplies after you went to your locker until a moment later, somebody's arm went over your shoulders. You looked to your left to see Cesar.

"Cesar, what are you doing?" you asked as both of you walked through the halls side by side. You turned your head to see some people starting to look at you.

"Nothing. Can I take my good amigo to class?" asked Cesar as both of you turned a corner and went down another hallway.

"Not like this!" you said and quickly get Cesar's arm off of your shoulders. You start to walk faster than Cesar.

"Y/N! Wait up!" shouted Cesar as he tried to catch up to you.

"See you Cesar!" you shouted and you disappeared into the crowd. Cesar tried to go through it until he had no sight of you.

You quickly went into English class and sat right next to Jasmine. Jasmine looked at you surprised. 

"Y/N?! What are you doing rushing up here?!" said Jasmine as she looked at you crazy as you tried to catch your breath.

"Sorry Jas. Just have to run away from Cesar." you said as you take out your notebook for class.

"Why are you running from your boyfriend? You don't have to hide it." said Jasmine as she chews a piece of gum.

"He's not my boyfriend!" you said out loud. A few people turned a look at you weirdly.

"Sorry." you whispered to them and you slowly started writing down the new vocabulary words that were on the board as a warm-up.

As you looked at the next word and definition. your eyes widened a bit while your heart skipped a bit. It basically explains your relationship with Cesar right now. 

flirtationship 

noun 

a relationship between two friends, where both people engage in flirtatious behavior without the promise of becoming anything more.

At this point, your mind was overwhelmed and full of confusion. You got to talk to Cesar about this.

-

The bell rings and you start walking to your last class of the day with your belongings.As you were walking, you felt a hand grab your left arm.

"What the-" you started saying until you felt yourself being pulled into a classroom.

Once you got in, you heard the door shut and you were ready to pop off at whoever did this.

"What the h*ll-" you started but stopped to see Cesar in front of you with a huge smile on his face.

"Hey Y/N. So what was that earlier?" asked Cesar as he got close to you.

"Nothing. I have to go to class." you said as you pushed him to the side and tried to get out but Cesar pulled you back by grabbing your right hand.

"Y/N, come on...remember when we used to be crazy together in elementary? Ms. Rose has to kick us out like at least once a week for playing too much." said Cesar and you gained a smile reminiscing the memory in your mind.

"Yeah, just because we were being too loud? I don't think that was really a big deal." you said and Cesar chuckled remembering going to the principal's office with you in elementary.

"Yeah. that was fun wasn't it?" said Cesar as he got close making you backed up.

"Hey, what are you doing backing away from me?" asked Cesar as he looked at you with his hands in his pockets.

"I don't know. Something just makes me feel weird every-time I come near you." you said, looking at him. 

"Well, can you tell me?" asked Cesar as he tried to get close to you again but you backed up once again.

Cesar's phone made a noise of a notification.  Cesar quickly pulled it out and checked what it was. You looked at Cesar to see him staring at his phone shocked. 

"Cesar, what's wrong?" you asked as you slowly walked up to him.

"It's Monse. She texted me. She said that she misses me." Cesar said, gaining a soft smile. It made you look away and look down to the ground.

For some reason, you have a hard time talking to Cesar every-time he talks about his on and off relationship with Monse. You tried to support and give him advice but you just feel weird talking to him about another girl.

You have to make sure Cesar was okay for a few days after Cesar and Monse broke up after the Valentine's Day dance. You have to knock some sense into him because his dumba*s chose to say to stay in Freeridge with him or leave Freeridge to live with Brentwood with her mom to Monse’s face.

"Y/N, can't you believe she texted me? I guess there's still hope for us." said Cesar as he looks on his phone while smiling.

"Hope? you asked as you looked back at him hoping he would look at you again.

"Yeah. I really miss her. Do you think she would take me back?" asked Cesar as he was still looking at his phone.

"I'll see you later." you said and you quickly ran out of the classroom.

"Y/N-" said Cesar as he finally looked up at you but you already left.

-

It was Friday night and you were at a beach party for the start of spring break. You came back from dancing with Jamal and both of you sat down on towels to see Jasmine and Ruby getting close.

"Ooo...I see you guys!" you said excitedly, making Jasmine quickly throw an empty water bottle at your face. 

"Jas! You did not just throw a bottle at me." you said shocked with a smile low-key offended. 

"Leave us alone." said Jasmine. You were having a good time with your friends so far and you successfully avoided Cesar for a whole week. Or so you thought.

"Hey guys." said a familiar voice and you slowly looked up to see Cesar with Monse. Apparently Monse came back today.

"Monse!" said Ruby excitedly and Jamal, Jasmine, and Ruby quickly got up and hugged Monse.

You looked at them hugging and you shifted your eyes to Cesar who was grinning happily at Monse. You looked down as you felt sadness in your heart.

You quickly get up with your belongings and start to leave the beach feeling a way. Cesar turns his head to look at you but you're gone.

"Y/N?" asked Cesar and the whole squad stopped hugging and looked at the place you once were.

Cesar started to look around the beach with his eyes until he stopped to see you again walking away from the beach.

"Y/N!" shouted Cesar and you looked back to see him starting to jog up to you. You quickly started to run away until you couldn't see him or the beach behind you.

"Cesar? What do you think that was about?" asked Monse as she walked up to him as he was still staring at the last place he saw you at before you ran away.

-

"Where did these thoughts come from?!" you shouted upset and confused as you flopped back on your bed hopelessly.

You felt hopeless as you felt many feelings once you saw Cesar with Monse at that beach. Who knew one look would make you think of the worst possible thing ever?

You sat up quickly as you sat on the edge of your bed with a thought that made you realize something.

Was it possible these thoughts were about Cesar? Is it possible to have feelings for him? It can't be. He's your guy friend. Your amigo.

You were about to think more until you heard a knock at your window. You turned your head to see Cesar behind it.

"What is it, Cesar?" you shouted loud enough for Cesar to hear through the window while sitting on your bed.

"Can I come in?" asked Cesar and you slowly got up and walked up to open the window. Cesar came in and stood in front of you.

"What are you doing at my house? Should've you been with Monse since she came back to town today?" you asked with your arms crossed against your chest in front of him.

"I was but this thought came into my mind and I just have to leave and come see you." said Cesar, making you look at him weirdly. 

"I don't know what it was but I just have to see you. You are my amigo-"

"Just your amigo?! Are you sure about that? Cause ever since elementary, we've been kinda close to each other to the point that making everybody keep on asking the same question-" you quickly covered your mouth to shut up cause you just realized what you said.

"Y/N..." said Cesar softly as he tried to get close to you but you backed up.

"No, stay away." you said after you removed your hand from your mouth to talk.

Cesar grabbed your waist and pulled you in to kiss you. Your eyes widened when his lips touched yours but as it continues on, you start to melt into it and you kiss him back.

Cesar smirked during the kiss and gave you another one. Cesar holds you even closer than before while you slowly put your hands on both of Cesar's cheeks.

Basically, your heart was beating out of your chest. Until you realized this was all wrong so you quickly pushed him away. 

"What the heck was that?! Amigos don't do....that!" you shouted while pointing at you and Cesar's lips with wide eyes.

"What if I don't want us to be amigos?" said Cesar and you stopped freaking out. 

"What if I want us to be something more?" said Cesar as he got close to you again but you didn't back up.

"Are you sure about that? Cause it seems like you want us friends. Not that it's bad or anything. We can be friends forever. We can just forget that whole kiss happened. Okay? Okay. Um, what do you want to do now? Go play games, watch-" you started rambling until Cesar stops you by kissing you again.

Cesar breaks the kiss and you see his huge grin on his face. 

"Can you not look at me like that?" you said with a huge grin of your face turned away, making Cesar chuckled.

"What not? It's cute. I did that effect on you." said Cesar smiling. 

"Y/N, I really do like you. I just keep on saying we were friends because I thought you never felt the same way. That's why I dated Monse but I never felt the same way with you every-time I was with her. Do you ever think of us at least together?" asked Cesar as he looked into your eyes.

"Cesar...all the time. Why wouldn't I? I have been hanging out with you since elementary. I grew feelings for you too but I thought you never see that like that." you said as you grab both of Cesar's hands with yours while you stare up at his eyes.

"Well I do. So...can I kiss you...again?" asked Cesar, making you gain a grin.  You decided to kiss him first and Cesar quickly kisses you back.

Who knew you and Cesar would start a relationship based on a relationship you two were already in: a flirtationship.

[mrsren]

👀🤓

I’ve been sitting on this since the end of July, and I’m determined to get to the end of it and post it all this year! There just aren’t enough Remus/Hermione stories out there. 

Chapter One

October 29th, 1998

Hermione exhaled, blowing her stubborn bangs from her face as she made her way through the castle. Of course, Harry and Ron wanted to leave their assignment for the last possible moment. That was so like them, wasn’t it? Though when she stopped to think about it, there was a falter in her step. 

After everything they’d been through, weren’t they owed the chance at a regular year in Hogwarts? A regular year—not that any of them had ever had one—would include procrastination when it came to assignments, Quidditch, and breaking curfew. They had done the last one quite a few times, but only when it came to underhanding a psychopath. 

She heaved another sigh. Apologies could come later, which her two friends would milk until the novelty of it wore off. A part of it was a result of her own issues, ones that could hardly be placed on their shoulders. 

It wasn’t as if Hermione had been reasonable, and just talked to them. That would have been too simple! 

Ginny passed her in the corridor with Luna’s arm looped through hers. “Hey, Hermione! We’re headed down to the pitch for a while if you want to come by later. I know it’s not as entertaining for you... “ She trailed off. “Is something wrong?”

Hermione shook her head. “Not at all. I’m going to work on a Charms assignment, but I’ll try to make my way down there soon.” She smiled. “Hi, Luna.” Ducking around the two girls before the more eccentric half could say something, well, eccentric, Hermione escaped through the nearest entrance of the library. 

There was something to be said about the way her heart pounded during the simplest interactions with the classmates she considered friends. As if there were something just below her skin, itching madly until she escaped, it was all she could do to hold a conversation or half of one. 

Shouldering her bag, Hermione made her way down the shelves, dragging her finger along the ageing spines, until she landed on the book she needed. It was a ragged copy, the spine collapsed, and the cover was about to fall off. It would completely fall apart within a few more terms, and magic wouldn’t be able to stitch it back together, she imagined. 

Carefully holding it together, she spotted a slip of parchment sticking out from the front. A student probably left their notes. She settled into the chair she always used, crossing her legs at the ankle as she opened the cover. “Mother of Merlin,” Hermione gasped. 

It was well of six hundred years old if the title page was to be believed. Surely it was the oldest tomb in the Hogwarts library, or close to it. Why wasn’t it kept in the Restricted Section for safekeeping? Madam Pince was overbearing when it came to her books…

She chanced a look at the librarian, half expecting the woman to notice the tome she held, and rip it from her hands. For some reason she didn’t understand, Hermione hated the idea, and angled herself with her back faced toward the front of the librarian. 

The spine gave a low creak, and her eyes widened. She would just need to be very careful to not damage the book anymore. As was her habit, Hermione pulled the parchment from between the dusty pages. It was curiosity that led to it. Sometimes she found meticulous notes, or other times a girl had doodled on the edges of an assignment. 

In second year, Hermione found a note that was a love letter addressed to Harry, from one Ginny Weasley, and she’d set it on fire. It wouldn’t have done anything but cause a dilemma had Harry received it. 

Hermione unfolded it, laying it on the table and flattening it with her hand. 

Do you believe in this rubbish? was written in a messy script, rivalling Harry’s. 

Yes. The reply was written in cursive, the loop of the first letter neatly looping into the second, and Hermione lingered on that. Just because you only believe in getting into a girl’s knickers and leaving doesn’t mean everyone else does, you ponce. Though the parchment was aged, it was clear that the one to write the second had been pressed down roughly, the ink bleeding furiously from their quill. 

It was interesting. 

I don’t just leave them, Moony. 

Sixth year. Prove me wrong. 

SIXTH YEAR WAS DIFFERENT. YOU SAID YOU UNDERSTOOD!! 

About that mate…. I lied. 

Hermione’s hands shot to her mouth to stifle her laugh. She wondered who the two arguing were. Moony was clearly a nickname, and one she’d heard before, but evidently, someone else had thought of it too. 

You’ve taken one or two tumbles in a broom cupboard. Don’t pretend that you’re any better than I am. 

Yes, I snogged my girlfriend—a key word missing from your vocabulary—in a broom cupboard after patrols. You wouldn’t know what those are, but when a student is very, very good, they get a shiny badge. It gives them powers to take points from you for being such a dumbarse. 

That’s shite. Where’s my shiny badge then? 

You’ve never been good in your life. 

Neither have you, shitehead. 

Yes, well, I’m better at hiding it. Just this morning, you openly flirted with McGonagall. 

She was giving me detention. Minnie loves me. 

Hermione’s eyes widened. Minnie? 

Sure she does. That’s why she gave you three detentions instead of the one. 

Hermione folded up the parchment, her lips curved into a wide smile while her shoulders shook. She set to writing her notes, fact-checking the information she’d already learned as she went. 

As she scribbled a soulmate charm can transcend time and space and it can invoke itself without a caster, Hermione neglected to notice the pages sparking below her left hand, hidden by a curtain of riotous curls. 

October 30th, 1978

“Moony…” Sirius sang. 

Remus buried his face in his pillow, covering his ears as he bent the pillow around his head. “Go away. It’s Saturday.” 

His bed dipped below a sudden weight, probably Sirius’ knee. “Wake up, you said you’d come with us today. James and Peter are already downstairs.” 

He groaned. “I don’t want to go.” 

“Are you mental? Marlene McKinnon and a bunch of other birds are doing yoga by the Great Lake. How can you not want to go?” 

Wearily, Remus lifted his head just long enough to glare at his friend. “I don’t want to watch them, Sirius. It’s a bit too creepy for my taste.” 

“Creepy?” Sirius echoed, looking aghast. 

“Lecherous, whatever,” Remus waved his hand. “Why is James going? He’s already won Lily over.” 

“Lily is also doing yoga, and we both know James isn’t going to give this chance up.” Sirius shook his shoulder. “Come on, you can have a lie-in anytime!” 

“No, I really can’t Not with you lot always waking me up for something. Leave me be.” Remus ripped the blanket over his head. “I’ll meet you later, but not before noon.” 

Sirius grumbled under his breath, calling him several colourful names, but the door swung shut moments later. 

Finally, Remus thought. He’d been running behind on sleep since the full moon and had yet to catch up. It was already difficult to drag himself through classes in the week following, but why Sirius thought he was going to tag along to watch yoga, he had no idea. 

As he was on the edge of sleep, dreams skirting around him, the bedside table seemed to be...vibrating? Remus shot up, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight. His glasses tipped over the edge as the entire table rocked back and forth. Opening the drawer warily, Remus found the book he’d checked out yesterday was glowing. 

He ought to not pick it up. It would be better to involve a professor since he didn’t know what could happen, but Remus stretched out his hand anyway. The book written on soulmates was decrepit, a few users away from disintegrating. At first glance, it didn’t appear to be particularly interesting. 

At a later glance, considering it was glowing around the edges, it might have been special. 

He picked up the book, magic pooling around his fingertips as they made contact. Remus sat crosslegged, rubbing his eyes, as he opened the book. Curiously, the parchment that held his and Sirus’ squabble had vanished. 

There was a set of notes in place of it. “What?” Remus quietly mused while he lifted it. The notes were much like the ones he had in his own bag, detailing soulmate charms, the causes, and effects. Only they hadn’t come from him. The writing was feminine, the i’s dotted neatly, and the t’s crossed with a straight line. 

He stared at the parchment for a long moment, several seconds passing as he searched it. There wasn’t a name, but he found the initials H.G. and there was a date in the upper corner of 29/10, the year left off the end. 

He’d checked the book out yesterday morning, just as the library opened. How could someone have put their notes inside of it, and taken his when it had been with him since? 

Between the next two pages, he found a short paragraph. It seemed to be a journal entry, and dread filled him as his eyes focused on one word: war. 

I’ve decided not to meet Harry and Ron at the pitch even though I know I’m acting like a coward. Something has shifted since the end of the war. They make the effort to remain friends, but I know they’ve moved forward, and I’m… I’m stuck. I remember everything, a sick replay in my head, and I can’t forget. I don’t know how they can adjust to being back at Hogwarts where everyone—

I can’t even say it to myself. I don’t know how they can stand to walk into the Great Hall. I’m not sure I’ll ever reach that point. 

Parchment was thin, light, but as he held it, he found himself with a weight that only grew heavier. The war was ongoing, current, just outside the castle walls. Remus didn’t know where all of them would go after school, but he was certain that all paths would lead to violence, one way or the other. 

She spoke as if the war were over, as if Hogwarts had been ground zero. 

Remus didn’t know why he pocketed her thoughts. They weren’t his, but he found that he was unable to help himself. Reaching for the table, he plucked a quill and scrap of parchment from inside. 

Who are you? He shut the book, trapping his words amongst the pages, and waited. 

October 31st, 1998 

Hermione stared at the note for twenty-four hours, opening the book several times throughout the day to be sure she hadn’t imagined it. Her paper was gone, and her stomach was in knots ever since. Everywhere she looked, she wondered if she was looking at the student who had nicked her words for themselves. 

Over the day, nothing happened. No one stared at her in her classes, and not one person approached her. 

“‘Mione!” Ron yelled. 

Her head snapped up and she slammed the book shut, wincing immediately at her harsh treatment of a book that was already going to fall apart. She didn’t need to speed up the process any. “What is it?” 

The corner of his mouth twitched. “You didn’t hear a thing, did you?” Ron laughed. “They’re throwing a party in Hogsmeade for Halloween.” 

She knew that, she just hadn’t planned to go. “It’s for Samhain, Ron. There will be rituals for it.” 

He’d already tuned her out, as soon as her tone switched to the one she used for academics. “Yeah, yeah. Adults will be doing that, but we’ll be up to our ears in Firewhisky in the Three Broomsticks.” 

It sounded like a time that would result in her throwing up for the majority of the next morning. “I’m not getting drunk.” She muttered, and Harry bumped her shoulder without breaking his conversation with Ginny. “I’ll come, but I’m bringing my book with me.” 

Ron sighed, but let it go since it was the only way she could be coerced into going. 

How did you get my book? I’ve had it since yesterday. 

Hermione finally swallowed her pride, unsure of what would follow, but one thing was for certain: it was a mystery, and she wanted to unravel it. The Three Broomsticks was a flurry of chaos around her, her friends clinking their tumblers together, and booze sloshing from the edges. She cast a water repelling charm to keep the book from being ruined. 

After sixty-nine agonising seconds--she had counted while the contents of her dinner rolled over in her belly--Hermione watched the paper she’d just slid against the spine vanish. Squeaking, she lifted the book, her high regard for keeping it in pristine condition slipping as she held the book by the cover and shook it. 

Nothing fell from the pages beyond dust. 

“Hermione?” Ron said from beside her, arching an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” His speech wasn’t slurred, not yet, but his breath smelled of booze. 

She swallowed. If Ron had noticed her odd behaviour, it was likely everyone else would too. “I lost my notes. I just didn’t want to rewrite them.” 

He laughed lightly. “I’m sure they’re in your dorm. Why don’t you have a drink? You’ve been on edge, haven’t you?” 

Her eyes widened. “You noticed?” Hermione breathed. 

Ron looked offended. “I know I used to have the emotional range of a teaspoon, but I’ve got at least the range of a tablespoon now.” He slung an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her. “Come on, just drink something. It doesn’t have to be firewhisky.” 

Surprising him, but mostly herself, Hermione ordered just that. She sipped it slowly, the liquid burning a path down her throat. 

She couldn’t be sure when the reply appeared because Hermione had been too busy talking, or drinking, or some combination of the two. Still yet, there was a folded piece of parchment tucked inside where hers had been. 

I ought to ask you the same thing. I checked this out days ago, and no one has had it since. Who are you? 

Hermione glanced around her. No one was watching her, too busy minding their own business to notice that while she always had her nose in a book--they thought that, but she hated that she was put into one category--this was no normal book. 

My name is Hermione. 

Then you don’t go to Hogwarts. The reply appeared instantly, and Hermione rose from the bar after downing the rest of her glass. 

“I’m going to head back to the castle.” Hermione whispered to Ron, apologetic as she interrupted his retelling of Gringotts. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

He nodded. “Do you want me to walk you back, or are you okay?” 

Hermione murmured that she was fine before stealing out of the building. Off the path, she sat on a bench that was halfway to the castle, sitting cross-legged. 

Pardon? I’m currently a student here. 

What’s your house? 

Gryffindor. 

Impossible then, because there is no Hermione in Gryffindor. I would know. 

Since you’re a prefect? It seems to me that you’re slacking then. As Hermione replied, and the note vanished, a stone sunk in her stomach. She didn’t fancy herself as popular, far from it, but there wasn’t a witch or wizard in Wizarding Britain that didn’t know her name. You don’t recognise the name, Hermione Granger? 

Should I? I’m a seventh year, and I can assure you that I’ve not once heard of you. 

Seventh year. Seventh year. 

That didn’t make any sense. Hermione picked up the self-inking quill, scribbling a reply that would either force the other party to admit this was a far-fetched joke, or that--

She gulped. The other option was that she was toying with magic she didn’t understand at all. 

Have you ever heard of Harry Potter? 

Seconds turned into minutes, and Hermione thought she’d won. It was all just a juvenile prank, nothing to work herself into a tizzy over. It wasn’t as if--

The only Potter I know is James Potter. There’s his parents, Charlus, and Dorea, but. I’ll ask him if he knows a Harry. 

Her screech echoed in the trees, forcing several birds from them. She scribbled furiously, digging her quill into the parchment. DO NOT DO THAT. 

Why not? He’s right beside me. Granted, he’s pissed, but he’ll remember the names of his relatives. 

Please don’t. Hermione couldn’t breathe. Her heart pounded in her chest as something vicious twisted her stomach. Can you tell me the date? 

It’s Halloween. 

No, I mean the year. I need to know the year. Do you have a newspaper clipping you could place inside the book? 

You’re very strange. Her worst fears were confirmed as a clipping of the Daily Prophet appeared to her. She lifted it, panic clawing its way up her ribcage. 

31. 10. 1978. 

DARK FORCES GATHER IN THE WIZARDING WORLD

She vomited, the firewhisky burning her throat as she heaved in the brush. A cold sweat broke out across her forehead, her hands growing clammy. Twenty years. 

There were twenty years between the two of them. The realisation that she could be speaking to someone who was dead now weighed on her, and she glared at the book, still open on the bench she’d abandoned. 

Hermione? 

What is your name? She had to know, didn’t she? Speaking to someone from the past could have devastating consequences. What if it changed the timeline and the war they had gone through was for nothing? 

Yet she still asked, still had to know, and she didn’t look away when a familiar name landed in front of her. 

Remus. 

She slammed the book shut as if it burned. 

This wasn’t happening. 

It couldn’t be allowed to happen. 

[capcarolsdanver]

Flirt

Request: r is in love with kate but kate is obviously messing around with the teacher and the boy from the fair so r is upset and goes back to the school during the fair and when the others get back kate is like “dumbass, i fuckin love you”

Pairing: Kate x Reader

A/N: Here it is, my first Tanner Hall fic!! If you haven’t seen the movie, I definitely suggest you go watch it. And listen, it’s not the greatest movie ever ever seen but I’ve certainly seen worse and Brie’s character Kate completely makes the movie worth watching. As always, let me know what you think!

“Y/N! You’re finally here!”

You turn towards the shouts of your name and grin as your three favourite people come running towards you. They don’t slow down until they reach you, practically tackling you into a group hug.

You had met Fernanda, Lucasta and Kate when you first started attending Tanner Hall last year. You hadn’t been pleased with your parents for sending you here at first, but the three girls had immediately accepted you with open arms and made you feel like you were at home at Tanner Hall.

And while you loved all three of them dearly, you couldn’t deny that you had always felt a stronger pull towards Kate. You didn’t know what it was, but when you were near her you just felt warm and happy, as cheesy as it sounded, and quite often you caught yourself staring at her for much longer than you probably should.

You had accepted that you had a crush on her, but you tried to play it off as nothing, just hoping that in time it would fade. At the end of the school year, your feelings for Kate had never been stronger, and you just prayed that over the break, before your senior year, things would change and you could just see Kate as a friend, like you saw Fern and Lu.

Now, though, as your friends pull back from the group hug they have you engulfed in, you lock eyes with Kate and she crinkles her eyes in a smile. Fern and Lu excitedly talk about the upcoming school year beside you, and Kate pulls you into another warm embrace.

“I missed you,” she whispers into your ear, and you realise at that moment that you’re completely in love with Kate.

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Last year, you and Kate had shared a room, which hadn’t at all helped with your growing crush, and you're both ecstatic and terrified to learn that you will remain roommates this year too.

You’re unpacking some of your things in your room when you hear Lucasta yelling in the hallway for Mr Middlewood, one of your teachers. You stick your head out of your room to find out what’s going on. When she sees you, she stifles a laugh before continuing to bang on almost every closed door she runs passed.

“Mr Middlewood, hurry! Kate fell in the shower, she needs you.” You chuckle and roll your eyes at Lu before following her and every other person as Mr Middlewood makes his way to the showers. You had hoped that Kate wouldn’t continue to mess with your teacher this year, as she had the previous year, but obviously that wasn’t going to happen.

The second you hear the moan that comes from Kate’s mouth, you feel heat rise to your cheeks. You look into the shower cubicle where she’s splayed across the ground, a towel wrapped around her, and you can’t help but feel immediately envious of Mr Middlewood’s hands that are placed on her bare leg looking for her injury that didn’t exist.

When Mr Middlewood asks for some privacy, you lean with your back against the cubicle wall and bite you lip at the sounds of her continued moans, everyone else around you giggling at the whole thing. Yeah, your feelings for Kate will definitely be the death of you.

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You and Kate spend a lot of time together, and you don’t know if you’re overthinking it, but you think that maybe there might be a small chance that Kate returns the feelings you have for her, even if they are to a much lesser extent.

For as long as you’ve known her, Kate has always been a very affectionate person with all of her friends, so you’re not sure if you’re imagining things when you feel a shift between the two of you.

When you and your friends all sit in the common room which is acting as Victoria’s bedroom, to watch movies, you and Kate always find yourselves sitting next to each other on the couch, and Kate always pulls you against her to cuddle during whatever movie you’re watching.

Kate also starts holding your hand a little more than usual when you all walk around, and it’s hard for you to miss the way she starts greeting you and saying good bye more often than not with a quick kiss to your cheek.

Fern and Lu don’t seem to find her behaviour towards you unusual, as they never say anything about it to you, but you notice the piercing looks Victoria gives you and Kate, most likely trying to figure out everyone’s business as usual.

Mr Middlewood’s class is your least favourite part of your life at Tanner Hall. He has Kate seated in the front row, so close to where he usually stands, and you are stuck two rows back watching her endlessly flirt with him and trying to ignore the jealousy that runs through your entire body.

Whenever Mr Middlewood turns his back to write something on the board or another student asks a question, Kate always looks over her shoulder at you, shooting you a teasing wink. It makes your tense body relax a little bit until she jumps straight back into flirting with your teacher the moment she gets the chance.

You look back down at your desk, missing the look Fern sends you.

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Kate tells you about Peter giving Victoria the key to the school and her plans to head to the fair that night, and you voice your concerns about sneaking out, but Kate is quick to try to shut down your concerns.

“Come on, Y/N. No one will notice we’re gone. And if they do, there’s no way the head mistress is gonna expel her own son after he gave us the key, so we’ll be okay. Plus, it’s the fair. We can’t miss it!”

“I don’t know, Kate,” you say. She pouts as she comes over to join you where you’re sitting doing homework on your bed.

“Come on. I don’t want to go without you. It’ll be no fun.” She gives you puppy eyes for a few moments before you sigh.

“Fine, we’ll do it.” She loudly cheers, throwing her arms in the air.

“Yes! You’re the best!” She grins, quickly leaning over to kiss your cheek before she stands from your bed. “I’ll go tell Victoria. We’ll leave in a few hours, okay?” You nod and watch Kate leave your room, shaking your head at yourself.

The walk to the fair is fun. Though it took some convincing to get Fern on board, she also loves the thrill of breaking the rules. Kate practically leaps through the air in rebellious joy while you walk and you laugh at her as she shouts out into the night.

“Aren’t we supposed to be keeping a low profile?” You say and she laughs, falling into step with you and throwing her arm over your shoulder.

“There’s no such thing as low profile when it comes to Kate,” Fern says, rolling her eyes at Kate but wearing an amused smirk on her face.

“Where’s the fun in low profile?” Kate asks, chuckling. You watch her reach into her pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She removes her arm from your shoulders to light one up, shoving the pack and lighter back into her pocket and pulling you into her again.

You sigh but let her keep her arm around your shoulders. Her smoking is your absolute least favourite thing Kate does, and normally you would distance yourself from it, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t love the feeling of her arm around you, her body pressed against yours as you walk.

After walking for a while, you finally arrive at the fair. You all cheer as you buy your tickets and run in, and Kate is immediately leading you all towards the games.

“Oh my god, I totally kick ass at this game, so I’m buying for everyone,” Kate announces as you stop at a dart game. You all grab your darts, aiming them towards the balloons you need to hit. Your dart doesn’t even come close to the target and Kate chuckles at your pout before she turns and easily hits the balloon she aims for.

“I rule!” She says with a giggle and is handed a stuffed toy pig. She looks offended at first before she hears you coo over how cute you think is. She turns to you with a grin and holds the toy out. “For you.” You immediately feel your cheeks turn red and you shake your head.

“It’s yours. You won it.”

“Yeah, I won it for you.” She pushes the toy into your hands. “Take it.” You take the toy from her and smile softly at it before Fern’s voice sounds over the group.

“Okay, don’t look but the Middlewood’s are right behind us.” Of course Kate turns to look before Lu stops her. “What did I just say? Okay, we have to go.” You all stifle a laugh as you back away and run in the opposite direction to them. You run without any destination for a while before you’re led to a group of boys you think you kind of recognise.

Kate runs ahead and leaps at one of the guys.

“Surprise!” She exclaims. The guy turns around, putting his drink down and focusing on Kate.

“What are you doing here?” He asks her, taking hold of her arm. You furrow your brow as you watch them.

“We escaped.” Before you can even figure out what’s happening, Kate pulls the boy in and kisses him and he helps her to sit up on the back of the pickup truck you’re standing next to as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Your heart immediately drops and and you feel like you can’t breathe for a moment, the smile that was on your face disappearing. You feel Fern’s eyes on you as you back away from the group. You zone out of the conversation but you are vaguely aware of Kate and the boy heading to the ferris wheel.

Fern and Lu walk over to join you, Fern placing a supportive hand on your back. You look to see Fern’s main attention clearly focused elsewhere, her eyes looking behind you but you honestly didn’t have the energy to pay close attention.

“I guess it’s off to the ferris wheel,” Lu says. You couldn’t think of any worse place to be right now so you’re glad when Fern speaks up.

“Um, I think I’m gonna catch up with you guys later,” she says distractedly. Hank, one of Lu’s close friends, joins you three as Lu tries to convince Fern to come with her. After a moment, Hank asks where Kate is and volunteers to go with Lu to the ferris wheel, and you feel a huge wave of relief as you and Fern wave them off.

“You okay?” Fern turns to you when you are alone.

“Uh, yeah.” You say hesitantly, unsure what the look that Fern’s giving you means. “I think I’m gonna head back, though. I’m pretty tired.” Fern nods understandably before she becomes distracted again and quickly hugs you.

“Okay. But please be careful, yeah?” You nod at her and let her go wherever she’s been wanting to go to for a while now. You send a quick glance towards the ferris wheel before letting out a deep breath and heading towards the fair’s exit.

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It’s not until you finally arrive back at the school that you realise you have no way back in. Without the key Victoria had, you had no choice but to sit on the step of the school entrance and wait for the girls to get back.

It does give you some time to think, and you wipe away a stray tear that falls as you put the toy Kate had won for you down on the step next to you. You felt stupid as you reflected on all the moments you really believed were examples of Kate returning your feelings. You must have gotten mixed messages somewhere along the line.

Thankfully, the steps you sat on were undercover, because at some point rain begins to pour. You feel conflicted, not really wanting to have to see the girls again tonight but desperately hoping to see them any moment to make sure they were safe.

Your prayers are eventually answered when you see the girls approach the school entrance looking absolutely miserable and soaked from the rain. When Kate looks up and sees you, relief washes over her and she runs the short distance that remains to the steps.

“Y/N! There you are!” You can tell straight away that she has been drinking. You’re not sure how much she’d had to drink but you imagine the walk in the rain would have hopefully sobered her up even a little. “Why’d you leave?” You sigh and stand up, turning to follow the other girls inside, but you feel Kate tug you back by the hand to stop you.

“Wait. You almost forgot this.” She picks up the toy and holds it out to you. You take a long moment to look at the toy, then back to her.

“You know what, maybe you should keep it. I’m sure you can find someone else you can give it to.” You don’t miss the flash of hurt that appears in her eyes but you force yourself to turn and walk away from her. She’s quick on your heels though as she follows you inside.

“Hey, wait!” The other three girls all turn to quietly shush Kate, but it does absolutely nothing to stop the stubborn girl. “What’s going on? Talk to me.” You turn your head to look at the others and they are all watching you and Kate carefully.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, Kate.” You continue up the stairs towards your floor.

“No. I want to talk about it now.” Kate stumbles slightly up the stairs, but you can tell in the way that she’s talking that she’s managed to sober herself up a bit since she first found you on the steps outside.

You reach your floor and you’re not really sure where to head now. Surely Fern and Lu wouldn’t mind you crashing on their floor, right? You feel Kate’s hand on your wrist and you turn to look at her.

“Please.” She’s looking at you like nothing else in the world matters to her and you can’t help but say yes to her with a roll of your eyes.

“Fine.” Kate smiles at you and begins trying to drag you towards your shared room.

“You need any help with her?” Lu asks, and you shake your head.

“No, I’ve got it under control. Goodnight, guys.” You wave to the three of them and allow Kate to pull you to your room, shutting the door behind you.

The silence is kind of overwhelming for a second and you watch Kate walk to your bed and carefully place the toy pig on it.

“Will you tell me what happened?” She’s faced away from you and she sounds more vulnerable than you were expecting.

“Kate, nothing happened.”

“Really?” She turns to look at you and you can’t quite read her expression. “One minute you were happy, and the next you were gone. Did I do something wrong?” You can’t help the scoff that you let out and you shake your head, a tear escaping your eye and rolling down your cheek.

“Are you serious? I can’t do this anymore,” you let out and within seconds Kate is standing right in front of you. She brings her hands to your face, wiping at the lone tear.

“You can’t do what anymore?” You let out a shaky breath.

“I can’t watch you flirt with everyone right in front of me and act like it doesn’t affect me anymore. It’s been hurting me too much.” Something changes in her eyes as she looks at you.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” You see a smile appear on her face and you immediately try to pull away from her, feeling all kinds of embarrassed.

“I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. This is exactly why I didn’t want to talk about it. You’re just gonna make fun of me for it.” She takes ahold of you, not letting you pull away.

“Oh my god!” She interrupts. “I’m not making fun of anything. I fucking love you, Dumbass.”

You feel your mouth drop open in shock but you quickly recover, looking at her with slight confusion.

“What?”

“You heard me.” She laughs as she pulls you into the softest kiss. She moves back slightly to make sure she’s read this whole thing right, and when a smile spreads across your face she grins back at you and kisses you again.

Your hand comes up to thread through Kate's still wet hair and you feel her shiver against you. Reluctantly, you pull back from the kiss.

“You should probably go shower and put some dry clothes on before you get sick.” Kate sighs and removes her hands from you.

“Yes, Ma’am,” she says with a smirk, saluting towards you. You giggle at her and she grabs what sleep clothes she needs, stealing another quick kiss from you on her way to the door.

Before she walks out she turns back to you.

“You know, I didn’t know for sure that you felt that way about me. If I did, I would never have done anything with anyone else like I did. In fact, I would have been all over you.” She offers you a cheeky smile before it softens again. “I’m sorry,” she says before she leaves the room.

You sit down on your bed, picking up the toy pig that sat beside you. You looked at it before shaking your head and smiling wide in disbelief, in shock of how the hell your night turned out like this.

[silentexplorer18]

First Dates and Distracted Snakes: A Jughead Jones Short

Summary: As Jughead’s attention to you wanes, you allow yourself to pursue other romantic interests.  Although you try to have a good time, you realize that bad guys lurk throughout Riverdale.  Can Jughead brighten your thoughts?

Paring: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of rape and sexual assault, some depressing thoughts.

Read it here on AO3.

Masterlist

His dark hair fell into his eyes as his little hands reached for your own dainty ones.  “(Y/n),” he said softly, “will you be my girlfriend?”

You squeezed his hand gently, but shake your head, small smile adorning your lips.  “Juggie, we’re too little.  Ask me again when we’re older, and I’ll say yes, okay?”

He didn’t seem too forlorn from your answer, squeezing your hand back and pulling you toward the swingset.  “Okay, just as long as you’ll say yes.”

It has been ten years since that day when you and Jughead Jones were children, acknowledging that you had something more than what ordinary best friends would.  Despite growing up together, his asking never again graced your ears, as much as you would have wholeheartedly said yes.

Over the years, you and Jug had found a comfortable rhythm that flowed through your lives.  Every day, you would get up and meet him on your porch, sharing breakfast before you set off on the walk to school.  Always, always walking together, you would engage in small talk or comfortable silence, either one being something you both enjoyed.  Then came classes.  Those that you shared, you were hip and hip in; those that you didn’t were never that enjoyable.  At lunch you would sit together, and in the student lounge.  After school would come long sessions at Pop’s, where the two of you would share food and work in a state of symbiosis.  He would write usually, fingertips fluttering over the keys like his life depended on them, like he couldn’t quite get the words out fast enough.  You would work on homework, read, or even doodle sometimes.  The spans of silence would be broken by the click of his laptop and the eventual conversation that would spur when you gave him your attention and he gave you his.

You’d been the one that pushed him toward writing this book about Jason Blossom’s death, knowing he needed a true outlet for his hyper alert, clever mind.  When he started into the investigation, you supported him wholeheartedly, ordering him late night milkshakes to feed his creative mind, dragging him from the diner when it got so late he would cease to be able to function the next day if he didn’t go to bed, and helping him investigate as he saw fit.  Although he was your best friend and you inarguably his, you began to notice your late nights at Pop’s together dwindling as he and the rest of the Scooby Gang, most notably Betty Cooper, began to find themselves intensely rooted in the investigation.

You tried to be positive despite the gnawing disappointment in your stomach every morning he wasn’t there to walk with you to school and every night Juggie would forget to meet you at the diner.  Your study dates and biweekly dinners soon faltered from their normal schedule, and you had no idea if or when Jug would show up.

So here you were again on a Friday night, sitting glumly in your signature booth sipping a vanilla milkshake halfheartedly.  Jughead was always supposed to meet you on Friday nights, another tradition.  You would share a meal and discuss the events of the week, any new leads he’d found, and sometimes would conclude the night watching movies in your room.  He hadn’t shown up, though, hence why you were on your second milkshake of the night.  You didn’t want to admit that saving yourself the social strain of making lots of friends was proving to be a monumental mistake, but it was.  Jughead had hardly talked to you in weeks, and you realized gloomily that you’d fallen lackluster to the amazing Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge.

Picking at your straw, you jumped when a body slid down in front of you.  Half expecting it to be Jughead, you looked up in excitement only to realize that the beanie clad boy was not the person sitting in front of you.  Instead Chuck Clayton gazed back at you with a half attractive smirk.  “Out alone?” he asked, trying to avoid commenting on the crestfallen look you gave him when you realized he wasn’t the boy you wanted him to be.

You sighed a little.  “Yeah.  My friend forgot, I think.”

Chuck sympathized with you, carrying on a conversation for the next hour.  Although he wasn’t the most charming or intelligent boy in the world, he did make you laugh, ask you about your day, and acknowledge your existence, all of which were worlds above Jughead who wouldn’t even respond to your text asking if he was okay.

That night of subtle flirting and fry sharing turned into one of many more to come.  The next week, Chuck would stop in, chatting you up since Jughead couldn’t find the time to talk to you.  By the end of the week, he’d asked you out on a date, stating that one of his football companions was throwing a party that he’d adore accompanying you to.

Your first instinct was to hesitate.  You’d never been to a party before, and you’d also never been on a date before.  Not officially, anyway.  You’d been saving yourself for Jughead, just like you’d promised, but the sweet little Forsythe of your youth was the only boy to ever have asked you out.  Jughead had never asked again.  It was clear now, though, that he had no intention to, mind wrapped around Betty Cooper in all her charming glory.

With a blush rising to your cheeks, you accepted his invitation.

The next evening was another Friday, and you were adorned in your usual bluejeans and a Bulldogs tee shirt.  You’d curled your hair lightly, applying a tiny bit of makeup to spruce up your features.  You met Chuck at Pop’s Diner, blushing against his compliments as he led you down the streets of Riverdale toward your first date.

Inviting you inside, you didn’t expect the night that would follow.  Chuck was quick to drink, trying to force alcohol down your throat as well.  You weren’t one for the drinking, trying to suggest that maybe you should go home.  Chuck pouted, trying to guilt you into staying.  “Just one more dance.  Please, baby?”  His words made you uncomfortable, but you relented, agreeing to just one more.  You wanted this date to be labeled as a success, afterall.

So you stayed, and his hands clamped against your waist, travelling rapidly down to your ass.

“Chuck, what are you-” you shouted, his lips shoving against your own to silence your protests.  He pushed you up the stairs, several of his teammates trailing.

The rest of that night was a blur as his hands traveled up your body and touched every square inch.  His lips met your neck, hips snapping against your own as you thrashed against his teammates’ weight.  You tried to scream but someone’s lips were forced against your own, tasting like liquor and the salt of your tears.  Chuck didn’t take you home; shaking, you wrapped your tattered clothes around your quaking frame and stumbled down the streets to your house.  Your parents were traveling on business and would be gone for at least another month and a half, so you were free to let the hot tears of shame trickle down your cheeks when you entered the home.  Ripping off what was left of your clothes, you hopped in the shower, letting the hot water burn your flesh clean of the horrors it had experienced in the darkness.

That weekend, you were holed up in your bed the whole time, ignoring the occasional buzzing of your phone even through Monday and Tuesday morning.  By six Tuesday night, you were finally hungry, dragging yourself up and dressing in fresh clothes.  On Saturday, you’d witnessed the photo spread across Instagram and Snapchat, flitting into group chats and ruining any chance of secrecy you’d had at keeping what happened under wraps.  A photo of you barely clothed, the jocks closing in around you in a sweaty, hormonal mess.  Chuck Clayton was branding you as an easy fuck, the girl who threw her virginity at him.  From the photo, you just looked like a slut, not a girl who’d been raped by the team.  Only people that knew you would know the lies behind the image.

But still, you needed to eat.  So you drug yourself to Pop’s, perched in the farthest seat from the door, sipping on a vanilla milkshake, no cherry  or whipped cream - you didn’t deserve it.  Pop’s had brought you some sympathy fries that you nibbled on here and there, but for the most part you just sat quietly, dreading the days to come.  Lost in thought, you didn’t notice Jughead’s approach until he’d slammed down in the seat in front of you.  Your eyes flickered up to him, clearly startled.  His face was hard, impassive.  “How could you?” he said harshly.

“What?” you asked softly, confusion painting over your tired eyes.

“You gave your virginity to Chuck Clayton of all people?  Why would you go on a date with that guy?”

Hurt flashed across your face, but your defences were up as his judgemental gaze looked down his nose at you.  “Maybe because he was the only guy to ask me out,” you said incredulously, trying to ignore the pain pooling in your heart.

“But you screwed Chuck.  Of all the disgusting, filthy, low level things you could have done, you did that.  You jumped the first guy that offered.”  He tried to keep going, describing how low screwing Chuck Clayton was, but you didn’t hear him.  You were rushing up from your seat, tears flooding your cheeks as your feet led you to the door.

You felt someone collide with you as you pushed through the door, Betty and Veronica staring sympathetically at you as you stumbled by, obviously flustered and emotionally unstable.  You stumbled toward home while they entered the diner, making a beeline for Jughead.

“Jug, what happened?” Betty asked as she and Ronnie slid into the seat you’d been sitting in.

“She slept with Chuck,” he mumbled out, clearly angry.

Veronica rolled her eyes, “Not by choice, you nitwit.”

“What?” he asked, brows furrowing at her words.

Betty, pale and concerned, began to explain what happened, Ronnie turning her phone around to reveal the photo of your broken, defiled form.  Jughead went white, grabbing his bag from the seat and rushing away from the booth, muttering an, “Oh, no,” as he went.

You’d locked the door when you’d gotten home, climbing up the stairs and falling into your fluffy sheets, tears dripping onto pillow as you realized that Jughead was right, you were a dirty slut.  You’d asked for it.  It was all your fault.  You’d went out on a date.  You were to blame.

Jughead knew your house like the back of his hand, pulling the spare key from its hiding spot and slipping into your house, locking the door behind him.  He knew you’d be in your room; that was always your go to when you were feeling sad.

He ascended the stairs quietly, stepping gently into your room.  His heart broke when he saw your weak figure sobbing into your pillows.  Bending down, he enveloped you in his arms.  Your first instinct was to panic, thrashing against his body until you heard his soothing voice in your ear.  “Hey, hey.  It’s okay.  It’s me.  You’re safe, (y/n).  You’re safe.”

Just as quickly as you’d started thrashing, you stilled, tears still dripping from your puffy eyes.  “Juggie, I’m so sorry,” you whispered against his chest.

“What?  Why?”

“It’s my fault,” you whispered, tears starting to rapidly fall again as your breathing hitched.  “You were right.  It’s my fault.  I was low and dirty and bad.  I’m so sorry, Jughead.”

“No, no, no,” he murmured, holding you close to his chest and shushing you.  “It’s not your fault.  None of it was your fault.  They hurt you, and they shouldn’t have, and I’m so, so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”

You stayed nuzzled in his arms for a while, hiccupping and sniffling as he whispered soothing words in your hair.  “Why’d you come here?” you croaked out after a while, looking up into his eyes.

Jughead rested his forehead against yours, his sigh fanning across your damp cheeks.  “You shouldn’t be alone right now.  And I’m the fool that got you into this, so I should be the one that helps you through it.”  You looked at him quizzically, and he knew what you wanted to ask before you had the chance to say it.  “I should’ve asked you out,” his voice grew low, and his demeanor shifted from comforting to shy.  “If I had, you never would have been in the situation you were.”

“Juggie,” you sniffled, “it isn’t your fault.  I should’ve waited.  You were always the one that I wanted.”

“(Y/N), would you be my girlfriend?” he whispered softly.

You smiled, an equal grin forming on his lips.  “Yes.  I’d love to, Jughead.”  After a pause, you flopped back on the bed, letting out a sigh.  “But I’m so dirty, Jug.  How could you want me?”  He started to protest, but you cut him off.  “I lost my virginity to Chuck Clayton,” you groaned.

“Did you want to?”

You looked back up at him.  “Of course not.”

“Then it’s settled,” he said, taking your hand.  “You’re just as clean as ever, (y/n).  You didn’t give your virginity away, you had a part of you taken.  But you are still as pure as untouched snow.  Don’t think for a second you’re dirty for not giving yourself away.”

Reaching up to his shoulders, you pulled him down next to you, snuggling into his chest warmly.  “Can we just stay here?”

He hummed softly.  “Yes, but we’ve gotta go to school tomorrow,” you let out a whine.  “It’s okay.  I’ll be right by your side the whole time.”

Gently, he kissed your forehead, wrapping his comforting arms around you as the two of you drifted off into a safe, protected slumber.

The next morning, you put on a pair of jeans, a black tank top, and pulled a baseball cap over your head.  You tried to look in the mirror, feel comfortable in your own skin, but you still felt out of place.  Jughead stepped up behind you, his reflection revealing everything strong and brave you wanted to be.  “I just don’t feel brave enough, Juggie,” you whispered.

“Hey, you are,” he comforted gently, pulling his signature flannel from his shoulders and sliding it over your arms, the finishing touch to your armor.

That first day back wasn’t easy, the whispered words of Riverdale High swirling around you like a cloud of smoke.  But despite the hungry stares of Chuck Clayton and the hateful gaze of Cheryl Blossom, you clung to the notion that you were enough, catching Jughead’s eye in every hallway to give you strength.

You may have been cheated your first kiss, your first time, but that didn’t matter.  Chuck was just a nasty memory that you could push away and forget with time.  Jughead, he was forever, and now you didn’t have to wait for forever to come.

A/N: Thanks for reading my story!  I hope you liked it.  Let me know what you think and shoot any questions or requests my way! :)  Hope you all are doing well.

Also, if you have experienced rape or sexual assault, know that my character is 100% wrong, making you wrong.  It is NOT your fault AT ALL if someone violated you comfort or privacy.  Never blame yourself for that experience.  Hindsight is 20/20, you couldn’t have known what was going to happen, and you ARE NOT at fault.

[lovelyyy-luna]

happy daze

pairing: (ponyboy curtis x fem!reader)

fandom: the outsiders

type: fluff

request: @ponyboyvhs: Anything on Pony cheering up the reader, please?? Ily.

word count: 646

a/n: I had a lot of fun writing this. it made me feel all happy inside ily2 @ponyboyvhs

date: february 25, 2019

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You. Are. Done. With. Work.

Today of all days was the worst one you could possibly have at the diner. The chef was getting all the orders wrong, the Shepard's gang kept flirting with you along with the Socs. They kept lifting up your skirt and pulling you in to sit on one of their laps. It was a nightmare. 8 hours of all that, you could have worked at Chicky’s Strip Club and the men over there would have treated you with more class.

It was midnight and you didn't want to go home to hear your mom getting it on with the neighbor so you started walking to your boyfriend’s house. He lived in a more dangerous part of town but you didn't mind it.

You arrive at his house and go to the back so you come up to his bedroom window. You knock lightly hoping not to wake his brothers. You can hear him rustling in his room, he peeked through the blinds, and a smile slowly crept upon his face. He opens the window, “what are you doing here babe? Didn’t you work tonight?”

God, how can he be so perfect even when he looks like a sleepy puppy.

“Yeah I just got off my shift and I’m here because I’m just so stressed out and I missed my boyfriend,” you say with a little bit of puppy eyes.

He kisses you slightly on the lips inviting you into his room.

You shimmy through the window and plop on his bed. He lays down next to you and strokes your hair. You sit up and put your head into your hands. You are so stressed out you can't even describe it.

Pony knows you so well. And he knows exactly what to do to cheer you up. He stands up and walks to his dresser and takes out his old t-shirt that you always wear when you sleepover. You always kept it and wore it because he knew that you low-key loved his scent. He walked back and you stood up reaching for your shirt but he swiped your hand away. “Baby I know you're stressed so I’m going to do everything in my power to have you relaxed and happy,” he said stroking your cheek.

You give him a huge hug and he kisses your forehead. You step back and lift your arms and he takes your shirt off and slides your skirt off. You always felt super comfortable with Pony even if you guys were naked.

He slipped the shirt over you and the shirt went to your knees. He walked to the bathroom and you sat back on the bed and he came back with a warm wet rag and started to wipe the horrible day you had off your face. When he was done he kissed all over your face.

“Pony? Why are you so good to me?” you say with a hint of sadness.

He sits behind you and you are sitting between his legs. He starts to give you a shoulder massage. Which made you sink into his hands. “Well, I’m good to you because you are good to me. You always treat me and my friends well, even though they are a bunch of assholes sometimes.” you both chuckle. “And you are just so perfect. So I gotta treat my perfect girl the way she needs to be treated.”

You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck. You couldn't help but stare at him. He was just so beautiful.

You hold on tight to him, just having him close to you made you so much calmer. You both fell onto the pillows and cuddled. He is your happiness, your everything. You slowly drift asleep. He kisses your forehead and whispers in your ear, “I love you, baby. I hope you know that.”

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Adrienette Drabble Twenty-Nine: Sister

Luka tossed his tie onto the bed and was just starting to unbutton his shirt when a knock came at the cabin door.

“Come in?”

Juleka entered, raising a hand in greeting. With a little hop and a belly-flop, she landed on the bed.

Luka chuckled even as he arched an eyebrow. “What’s up, Jules? I was just about to sit down and write a song. I got some inspiration tonight, and some new music’s been twirling about in my mind. I want to pin it down before it Cinderellas away.”

Juleka rolled over onto her back, grabbing the tie and snapping it at him like a whip. “Does your Cinderella have blonde hair and green eyes?” she hummed mischievously.

With a sigh, Luka went to grab one of his guitars from its stand. He took a seat on the bed and started strumming experimentally until something low, seductive, and sensuous took shape, twisting around the notes like the gyrations of a belly dancer, inviting yet insistent.

“So…Adrien Agreste.” Juleka spoke up once more. “Not just eye candy after all?” She indicated the small poster of Adrien hanging amongst the band posters and personal pictures on the wall next to Luka’s bed.

Luka glanced up at the image. Adrien’s burgundy dress shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open. He had one hand on his waist, thumb gently tugging down his jeans and exposing the top band of his boxers. Adrien’s eyes positively smoldered, and the confident smirk sealed the deal. It was the first in a series of more mature poses that Gabriel had released for the previous year’s spring line.

Luka sighed. “I think this was a one-night-only deal. I’m guessing you saw us dancing?”

“Was that supposed to be dancing?” Juleka snickered patronizingly.

Luka rolled his eyes. “Like you don’t do the same thing with Rose.”

“Rose and I are in a committed, long-term relationship,” Juleka countered. “You’re just lucky your girlfriend didn’t see.”

Luka strummed a few notes, going back to the serpentine melody Adrien had put into his head. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong. It was just dancing. Just platonic flirting. We set mutually agreeable ground rules.”

“I would never dance like that with someone besides Rose,” Juleka snorted, flipping her raven hair out of her face. “And how can you platonically flirt with someone you’ve had a crush on for, like, four years? Does Marinette know you’re bi?”

Luka shrugged. “Hasn’t come up.”

“What if she had seen you?” Juleka pressed. “I can’t believe you’d risk things with Marinette after waiting so long to be with her for half an hour of physical gratification with that boy toy.”

“What was I supposed to do?” Luka groaned, setting aside the guitar to peer down at his sister. “When the guy you’ve had a crush on for a couple years blushes and looks up at you nervously and asks you to dance with him, what the hell do you do? There is only one answer to that question.”

“And it should have been, ‘Adrien, I have a girlfriend.’” Juleka’s amber eyes pierced him with their accusations.

“I reminded him of my relationship status when we set the platonic ground rules,” Luka offered, sticking to his guns despite knowing he wasn’t exactly in the right.

Juleka shook her head, pushing herself up to sitting with her back against the wall. “You lied. You were lying to Marinette, to Adrien, and to yourself pretending there was anything platonic about the way you danced with him.”

Luka put his hands up in surrender and went back to his guitar. “Guilty,” he whispered.

They fell silent as Luka returned to his tantalizing tune, expanding upon the twists and turns, remembering Adrien’s body against his own.

“As much as I don’t want you to be with Marinette because she’s going to hurt you, I don’t know if Adrien is any better,” Juleka sighed, flexing and pointing her toes. “There have been a lot of rumors going around about him these past few months.”

Luka clicked his tongue. “Who’s been spreading rumors? You know better than to gossip, Jules.”

She shrugged. “Lila’s the gossip monger in the class. The whole school talks about him, though. He makes it easy.”

“Don’t you guys have better things to discuss?” Luka sniffed, disappointed.

Juleka rolled her eyes. “It’s not the only thing we talk about. We do have lives, you know…. It’s just…he’s been kind of AWOL these past few months. Before, he used to hang out with everyone whenever his father let him, but a couple months ago he started saying that he had plans with his girlfriend. That was fine at first, but he had plans with his girlfriend all the time, and when people would see him with a girl, it would always be a different one. Mylène asked Alya, and Alya said that Adrien was a slut and that he was going out with all these older girls. No one knows how many or which ones he was sleeping with, but…he’d been kind of weird and quiet up to that point. I mean, he was nice whenever he did get to hang out with other people, but all of the sudden he was acting like some rich playboy, and he couldn’t be bothered to make time for the rest of us.”

“I mean, I don’t know him well, but from the time that I’ve spent with him, that doesn’t sound like Adrien,” Luka hummed thoughtfully. “Did anyone ask him about what was going on?”

Juleka shrugged. “No one really got the chance to talk to him. He ran off right after school either for extra curriculars or girlfriends, and during lunch and before school he was always with Alya, Nino, and Marinette. He couldn’t be bothered with anybody else.”

“So…you’re worried that Adrien is some philandering Casanova who’s going to break my heart?” Luka guessed. “Is that your concern?”

Juleka shook her head and shrugged again. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to be concerned about because the guy’s been such a flake these past few months. After dating all those girls, he seemed to be dating some redhead for a while, and then he dated the girl Kim was in love with for, like, a week, and it sounds like he royally screwed her over, and then Adrien turned into a total ghost. Like, he comes into class seconds before the bell, and as soon as class lets out, he disappears. He doesn’t come down to the lunchroom to eat with us, and as soon as school ends for the day, he’s gone. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with that kid, but I don’t think I want my brother involved.”

Luka pursed his lips. “Huh.” He tried to reconcile what he’d heard from his sister with what he had observed of Adrien that evening. “Had anyone considered that he might be going through an emotional crisis and be in need of a friend?”

Juleka drew her knees up to her chest. “Last I heard, the prevailing theory was drugs. Don’t get me wrong, we all liked Adrien, but none of us was really close to him. He’s not an easy person to get close to.”

“Did anyone try?” Luka challenged.

Juleka shook her head. “We tried a few years ago. With his schedule, he doesn’t have a lot of time for close friendships. Recently…well, no one really wants to get caught up in whatever’s going down with him. We all have our own crap to deal with.”

Luka winced, remembering the look of confusion on Adrien’s face as Adrien asked Luka earnestly why Luka would want to be his friend.

Kids were so stupid and self-centered at that age…not that Luka could claim the high ground only two years ahead of them, but…

“It sounds to me like he was drowning and needed someone to pull him out,” Luka muttered as the chords slowly dipped into the minor key.

“That’s what he has Nino and Alya for.” Juleka mumbled.

“And Marinette,” Luka added.

Juleka pushed her hair out of the way to stare at her brother in confusion. “Well, yeah. Before, I guess.”

Luka set aside his guitar to frown at his sister. “Before what?”

Juleka shrugged. “Before whatever went down between them a month ago.”

The hair on the back of Luka’s neck stood up. “What…happened between Adrien and Marinette a month ago?”

Juleka shrugged harder. “No one knows exactly. Nino, Alya, and Marinette won’t talk about it, and, like I said, no one can catch Adrien to talk to him, so…” The crease in Juleka’s brow deepened. “I thought your girlfriend would have mentioned it. Marinette hasn’t said anything about why she and Adrien aren’t talking?”

“They’re not talking,” Luka repeated uncomprehendingly, testing each word on his tongue, tasting it for meaning. “Since when are Marinette and Adrien not talking? The way Marinette talks about him, it sounds like they’re best friends.”

Juleka shook her head slowly, crossing her legs so that they were stacked one on top of the other in fire log pose. “Maybe a month or a little bit longer? They’re all weird around each other.”

Suddenly the room felt unnaturally cold. “How sure are you about this? The way Adrien was talking, everything between them was fine. Like, they’d just talked. He said she’d showed him the new designs she’d just come up with over the weekend, and she’d told him about our date on Tuesday, and she invited him to her graduation party tomorrow. He…”

He had been acting extremely off those last five minutes they’d been together. Luka had felt that something was wrong. The way Adrien had been talking fast, nervously, and the panic attack coming out of nowhere while they were slow dancing…while they were talking about Marinette. After Luka had said he was there with Marinette. After Adrien…had seemed surprised to hear that Luka and Marinette were dating.

Luka winced. “Oh, no. Jules, how sure are you that there’s something wrong between Adrien and Marinette?”

Juleka could only shrug. “About a month ago, there was a rumor that some girl had left Adrien crying on a park bench. A week ago, people started saying that it was Marinette.”

Suddenly Luka remembered what Adrien had said about having an emotional breakdown and having his heart crushed. It all lined up.

“I don’t know if that’s true or not,” Juleka continued, “but all Marinette will say is to leave Adrien alone and that he didn’t do anything wrong. She almost ripped Mylène’s head off for saying something about Adrien, and that got Ivan involved, and—”

“—Adrien is the other guy,” Luka gasped in realization. “Adrien is the guy that Marinette meant when she told me that she was still stuck on someone else, isn’t he?”

Juleka stared at her brother blankly, unimpressed. “Luka, don’t play stupid. You knew Adrien was the guy she meant.”

“I suspected,” Luka corrected. “I did not know. Adrien was one of the possible suspects, and I knew they were doing the will-we-won’t-we thing when I first met them, but…I didn’t want to assume. Marinette didn’t name names, and I…” He shrugged impotently.

Juleka shook her head slowly in reproof. “With Marinette, it has only ever been Adrien.”

“And yet she somehow was the one to break his heart?” Luka muttered, trying but failing to comprehend. “…Did he know I was dating Marinette? Did she tell him?”

Juleka could only give her brother the nth shrug of the night.

“Shit,” Luka hissed, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand. “He couldn’t have known. There is no way he could have been so friendly with the guy who was dating the girl he liked. And I just sprung it on him like that. No wonder he freaked. Shit.”

He opened his latest text conversation with Marinette and typed, “we need to TALK re: adrien”. He followed that up with, “does anyone know if he made it home ok”.

“Who are you texting?” Juleka inquired, transitioning back down onto her stomach.

“Marinette,” Luka grumbled, glaring at his screen.

“Are you going to break up with her?” Juleka hummed in interest.

Luka looked up with a puzzled frown. “Why would I break up with her?”

Juleka rolled her eyes. “She’s in love with Adrien and conveniently left that part out?”

Luka matched his sister’s eyeroll. “She told me she was stuck on someone and asked if I still wanted to date her. I’m the one who said yes. She didn’t want to talk about the other guy; I respected her privacy and the fact that I don’t have a right to her past, even if I am her present. Our relationship is two weeks old. There are things I haven’t told her yet.”

Juleka averted her gaze with a silent pout.

“I’m worried about Adrien.” Luka blew out a frustrated sigh, falling back onto the bed beside his sister. “I shouldn’t have let him go off by himself when I could tell that something wasn’t right. Though, I was probably the last person he wanted to be around in that moment, but…”

Luka stared up at his phone, willing it to buzz with good news. He contemplated texting Adrien himself—he still had the number from when he’d given Adrien guitar lessons, provided the number hadn’t changed in two years—but he didn’t think Adrien wanted to hear from him, given the situation, even if Luka was only trying to determine if Adrien was safe.

“meet pont des arts tomorrow ten?” greeted Luka instead. Marinette then added, “alya saw him get in his car” and “ninos trying to reach him”.

Luka turned his head to glance at his sister. “Do you have Nino’s number?”

Juleka dug out her phone and opened up her contacts. “Maybe from a project or something? …Here.” Juleka handed the mobile over.

Luka typed the number into his own phone and hit dial, getting up to pace as he waited for Nino to pick up. He wasn’t kept waiting long.

“Adrien?” Nino asked frantically.

“Luka,” Luka sighed. “Have you heard anything from him?”

“He’s not answering,” Nino blew out a long, anxious breath. “I’m on my way to his house.”

“Shit,” Luka repeated for emphasis, running a hand roughly through his hair and pulling.

“Tell me about it,” Nino grumbled.

Luka could hear Nino’s feet slapping the pavement in the background.

“…So whose idea was it not to tell me about the Marinette-Adrien minefield situation? That would have been useful knowledge,” Luka hissed, taking his frustration out on Nino. “Better yet, whose idea was it not to tell Adrien?”

“Dude,” Nino growled, “talk to your girlfriend…. But maybe not tonight. She’s kind of rough. Alya said she and Adrien had a ‘confrontation’ after Adrien ran into you.”

The anger and annoyance quickly drained from Luka. He stopped pacing. “Is Marinette okay?”

Nino shook his head and sighed. “No freaking idea. She’s pretending she’s okay, but she doesn’t want to talk to Alya about it, so… Listen, Mec. It’s gonna be a long night for me. After I lay siege to the Agreste Mansion to make sure Adrien’s okay, I’m headed to Marinette’s. Can you sit tight, and I’ll text you as soon as I know something?”

“Yeah,” Luka whispered, suddenly exhausted. “That would be great. Thanks, Nino. Just…text me as soon as you know he made it home safe…and if Marinette needs me.”

“All right. I—Hold on. I just got a text.”

Luka heard Nino’s footsteps slow to a stop as Nino looked down at his screen and muttered under his breath, “Monsieur Lahiffe, thank you for your concern. Adrien has retired for the evening and will contact you at a later date.”

Nino snorted and was suddenly back with Luka. “The text was from one of Adrien’s parentals. It looks like he went to bed and dropped his phone off with them. Part of me wants to break into his room and see for myself that he’s okay, but…I guess I’ll let him sleep for now and check in first thing tomorrow. I’m gonna head over to Marinette’s and relieve Alya. Was there anything else you needed, Luka?”

“No,” Luka sighed again. “Thank you, Nino. Sorry to bug you.”

With a shrug, Nino turned around, headed back towards the bakery. “No big, Dude,” he assured. “Night.”

“Night,” Luka mumbled, letting the phone drop to his side as he trudged back over to sit on the bed.

Juleka frowned interrogatively.

“Apparently Marinette and Adrien had some sort of ‘confrontation’,” Luka explained. “Adrien is at home, and Marinette’s with friends.”

Juleka nodded slowly. “And you’re sure that this is something that you want to be involved with? These two?”

Luka picked his guitar up and resumed strumming thoughtfully.

“…Why can’t you get back together with that guy you were dating a couple months ago?” Juleka groaned. “He was nice and stable.”

“Baptiste realized he likes girls,” Luka reported without missing a beat.

“And the girl you were with before that? The art student?” Juleka tried.

“Claire also realized that she likes girls,” Luka snickered, amused. “Apparently I have that effect on people.”

Juleka pursed her lips, listening to the new tune Luka had started on. It sounded like loneliness and rivers and moonlight. It didn’t sound like Luka’s personal melancholy, though.

“I’m worried about you,” Juleka muttered.

“Don’t be,” Luka stressed. “I’ve survived breakups and messy relationships before. Yeah, it sucks, but it’s not the end of the world. I’m durable, Jules…and…Marinette and Adrien have always been my biggest what-ifs. My crushes on them don’t ever seem to go away, even when I don’t see much of them for months and months. Maybe this is good.”

“How can this be good? This looks like a train wreck,” Juleka grumbled.

“Maybe it does go down in flames,” Luka replied with a nonchalant dispassion. “But then I can stop what-ifing myself and maybe move on and find the person I’m supposed to be with. Things aren’t inherently good or bad, Jules; they’re just experiences. You have to work to find the good in things. That’s all I’m trying to do.”

“Forgive me for being a pessimist,” Juleka scoffed, sitting up and pulling out her phone. “…Are you and Marinette going to talk about Adrien?”

Luka nodded. “Tomorrow at ten, before her graduation party.”

“Are you going to tell her about your feelings for Adrien?” Juleka pressed. “Marinette is my friend, and what you did tonight made me really uncomfortable. You’re my brother, and I don’t want to rat you out, but if something like this happens again…”

“The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb?” Luka mused. “It’s okay if that’s what you decide.”

“Just don’t cheat on Marinette, okay?” Juleka huffed, piling her hair on top of her head and then letting it fall.

“I wouldn’t cheat on Marinette,” Luka assured, finally looking up from his guitar and meeting his sister’s eyes. “What happened tonight with Adrien was a fluke. He probably hates me now, so don’t worry about it.”

“What if he doesn’t?” Juleka muttered down at her phone, scrolling through the pictures she had taken at the party. “He looked pretty into you. I was surprised because I thought he was totally straight, but…what if he doesn’t hate you?”

Luka quirked an eyebrow.

Juleka held up her phone.

The bottom fell out of his stomach, and his face blanched.

As he flipped through the pictures, studying the images of Adrien and himself, his entire body felt warm. He bit down softly on his bottom lip.

“Where are your hands in this one?” Juleka chuckled.

Somewhere they shouldn’t be.

“J-Just on his thighs.”

“And where are his hands in this one?” Juleka hummed, arching an eyebrow in suspicion.

In Luka’s back pockets.

Luka’s face flushed. “At the small of my back. Juleka, you need to erase these. These shouldn’t exist.”

Shaking her head, Juleka swiped her phone back.

“You can’t just take pictures of people without their consent like this. Adrien’s father could sue you,” Luka hissed, trying to snatch back the mobile.

Juleka rolled her eyes, stuffing the phone down the front of her top. “Isn’t that just if I publish them? These are staying on my phone unless I see fit to send them to Marinette as evidence.”

“Juleka,” Luka warned. “Don’t. No one can see those. Erase them now.”

“Nope.” She let the syllable go with a petulant pop.

“Erase them, or I’m going to tell Mom that you’re sleeping with Rose,” Luka threatened.

Juleka stared at him, unimpressed. “Luc, I talked to Mom about it before I started sleeping with Rose. If you think you can bully or blackmail me into deleting those pictures, you’re wrong. The only way you can save your own hide is by not cheating on Marinette again.”

Luka forced himself to take a deep breath. He ran a hand through his hair and slowly let it out. “Jules, this isn’t about me.”

She gave him a dubious look as she waited for him to elaborate.

“This is about Adrien. Look, you and I, in the grand scheme of things, we’re nobodies. Very few people care whom we’re sleeping with. The populous at large doesn’t care if we date boys or girls or what. It’s not like that for Adrien,” Luka explained patiently but emphatically, trying to get his point across. “Say you send those photos to Marinette. What if she sends them to Alya? What if Alya sends them to one or two other people? What if people start talking about this? You said there were already rumors going around about Adrien. What if someone gets their hands on these photos and posts them online? There’s no going back from there. Sure, you only meant to send them to one person, but stuff like this has a way of getting out of hand quickly.”

Juleka averted her eyes, looking down at the bedspread as Luka made his case.

“Adrien is internationally famous. Sure, it’s not rare for a male model to be gay or bi, but something tells me that Adrien’s father isn’t an open-minded guy, and I doubt this is how Adrien would want his father to find out…if he ever intends to tell his father at all…if this is actually even a thing,” Luka sighed. “Jules, Adrien is going through a rough time right now. He just got his heart broken, and he was a little tipsy tonight. When he asked me to dance…he was so nervous. I didn’t get the impression he had ever flirted with a guy before. When I said that I had thought he was straight, he said that he thought he was. Obviously, he’s still questioning and trying to figure himself out, and what happened with me was an experiment. Do you really want to risk burning him like this the first time he tests the waters?”

Juleka’s shoulders slowly squeezed up to meet her ears.

“I mean, you remember what it was like when you first started to think you had romantic feelings for Rose,” Luka pushed. “You remember how scared and confused you were, and that was even after I had come out as bi two years before and you already knew you had a loving, supportive family. Can you even imagine what it must be like for Adrien trying to figure himself out with the media always breathing down his neck waiting to jump on him for every little thing? Can you imagine going through what you went through without your family’s support? Because I’m not convinced that Adrien really has anyone backing him through this.”

Luka took a deep breath, the urgency leaving his voice. “I’m pretty sure he’s going to hate me now that he knows about me and Marinette, but…on the off chance that he doesn’t, I’d like to be there to support him. If he does decide he’s bi, I want to make things easier on him than they were on me. If you’ll remember, I didn’t have any gay or bi role models or mentors to help me and answer questions when I was figuring out who I was. If he doesn’t hate me, I’d like to be there for him as a friend.”

Juleka took her phone out of her top and tossed it on the bed beside Luka. “Look through and see if there are any you want to save for yourself as a kind of souvenir from your ‘one-night stand’ with Adrien Agreste before you delete them.”

Luka picked up the phone and slowly scrolled through, committing each one to memory. He selected only one, the most innocent, and forwarded it to himself.

Adrien had one hand on Luka’s shoulder while Luka’s left hand rested lightly on Adrien’s hip. Luka was smiling fondly as Adrien began to laugh, his mouth open in a wide, toothy grin, his eyes beginning to scrunch up cutely. It didn’t necessarily have to be romantic. It could just as easily have been two friends sharing an inside joke. Only Luka knew what he’d said to make Adrien laugh like that.

Luka deleted the rest and then cleared them out of Juleka’s recently deleted bin before handing his sister her phone back with a solemn, “Thanks, Jules.”

With the final shrug of the night, Juleka got to her feet and headed for the door. “He was always such a cupcake before whatever happened five months ago,” she muttered as she went. “He doesn’t deserve bad things to happen to him.”

She paused in the doorway, looking back over her shoulder. “Behave, Luc. Prove me wrong and be happy with Marinette, okay?”

“Doing my best,” Luka assured.

The door closed behind Juleka, and Luka was left alone with his thoughts. He fiddled around on his guitar for another half hour before he finally turned in for the night.

Sleep eluded him.

He tossed and he turned, and when he eventually managed to drift off, smiles, laughter, the warmth of another body, the secondhand smell of bakery, and two distinct pairs of eyes: one green and one blue haunted his dreams.

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Save Me // Clouis

❌TW❌: It’s very angsty and includes self loathing. If you don’t feel comfortable with subjects like this, please do not read! 🌿🌿

Description: Louis was having a bad day, until he meets a new girl.

I’m really proud of this, I may make it into a whole fic.

———-

A delinquent, a fuck up. Nothing but a waste of space. That’s what he’s been told his whole damn life, he’s sick of it. Nobody got to know the true him, the person he was behind all the shit he did. In all honesty, he doesn’t really know why he does what he does. Maybe making stupid jokes and flirting with whoever he wanted was a cover for his low self esteem, his confidence. And maybe smashing things and disrupting class was a cry for help. He wanted for someone to come along and ask him what the hell he’s doing. Not even his best friend knew why he does all that.

He sighed, here he was, laying in an empty room with his music turned all the way up. He hated this time of day. He would be here for hours while his best friend Marlon was out practicing football. Some may say that the teen was perfect for the theater club, but he tried that. Guess no one can take a joke in that class. So that left the seventeen year old boy alone with his thoughts for hours on end, while his loud rock music tried to drown the things he kept replaying in his head.

The teen still couldn’t believe his parents sent him to this fucking boarding school, without trying to ask him what was wrong. They were always so serious, so uptight. Always wanted to be the best. It wasn’t his fault that he liked rock music and ripped jeans, not those dumb sweater vests his father would make him wear. He wanted to break from that mold, wanted to be his own person without his parents demands and yelling. But it only made him sadder. His parents completely changed their views on him the day he said he didn’t want to wear all that fancy clothes, and wanted to dress however he liked. His father had given him the coldest stare, yelling at the boy that the only way he was going to get a good job was by dressing professional. And he snapped when the boy argued about how he didn’t want to be a lawyer, how he didn’t want to carry on his father’s work.

He still remembers the disappointment written on their faces. It wasn’t the same after that. His parents had become stricter with him, hoping to change the unacceptable behavior.

“You’re grades are slipping Louis!”

“I’m trying my best! I had to go retake several tests, then I had piano practice after that. I didn’t have time to go meet my tutor. I’m sorry.”

“Do you really think piano is necessary? You won’t go anywhere playing that dumb thing. I can’t believe we spent all that money for a top of the line tutor for you to ditch it for some stupid instrument.” His mother stormed out of the room.

“I need some fun in my life too.”

He shook his head. He hates remembering the those times. He moved to his bed, slamming his body harshly on the mattress. The teen covered his face with an arm while his other arm dangled off the bed. He layed there, singing along softly to some song that played in the background. But, then the music got lower, causing Louis to uncover his face.

“Sorry dude, I thought you were asleep.” Marlon set his football helmet on the desk next to the bed. He was still dressed in his football gear, too lazy to use the locker room.

“Turn it back up.” Louis covered his face again, not even looking at Marlon as he did. Marlon wasn’t too surprised when his friend didn’t want to talk. He’s been like this since they met. It was a little confusing for him at first. Louis was basically the class clown of every class, a flirt that seemed to have so much confidence. But when he got bunked with the boy, he realized there was much more to this guy than he thought. Marlon did what he was told and sat next to his friend.

“Wanna talk about it?” He nudged Louis’s leg. Marlon had never gotten him to truly spill his feelings, he wouldn’t be surprised if his friend didn’t want to talk about it, but he had hope.

“Do you think my parents hate me?” Woah, that was a first. Usually he would say something like “I’m just down, I’ll get over it” or “just thinking too much.” But this. Marlon was a little worried about his friend. Was he actually going to spill his feelings?

“I’m sure they don’t buddy.”

“Why did they send me here then? Why did they tell me everything I did was wrong? Why didn’t they consider my feelings? They never did! Not one fucking time!” Louis snapped, tears forming in his eyes. “Get better grades Louis! No piano, no phone, no friends Louis! Be like you’re dad Louis! Why can’t you do anything fucking right Louis!” Tears began to fall from his face as he punched the the wall on the side of his bed. Marlon got up in shock, stopping his friend from trying to hurt himself.

“Woah woah woah, hey, dude. Calm down, breathe.” Louis instantly regretted his decision of punching the wall and latched onto his friend. He wrapped his arms around Marlon tightly.

“Marlon it’s too much, I’ve held it in for too long. I’m fucking sorry I did that, I couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore.” He sniffled, leaning his head on his best friend’s shoulder. The teen sighed sympathetically and began to rub his back.

“Dude, that was, uh, that was something else. I didn’t think you were hurting that much.” He hugged him tighter. “I’m glad to know that you got it all out though.” Marlon held Louis in a tight embrace. They never hugged, which made this a little weird, but his best friend needed this right now. The blonde teen was the first one to let go. “Hey why don’t we go for for a walk? You can show me that song you’re writing. Yeah?” He smiled hopefully.

“Fuck it. Beats sitting here and crying right?” Louis chuckled weaking, not wanting to meet Marlon’s gaze.

“Cool, let me change outta this shit and we’ll get going.”

———-

The two teens walked around the campus of their school. It was mid-November, the breeze making trees sway and leaves dance in the wind. Marlon had gotten rid of his dirty uniform, settling for simple dark blue jeans and his letterman jacket with the schools logo. Louis was dressed in black ripped jeans with a dark green bomber jacket. They sat at a nearby bench in the middle of an grassy field, just people watching.

The dreaded hair teen spotted a girl walking by. Her face was carved into an angry expression. Guess someone pissed her off. The blonde saw him eyeing the girl, nudging his friend slightly.

“Ooh, checking her out?” Marlon wiggled his eyebrows. Louis huffed.

“Uh, yeah man. Who is that anyways. Never seen that face before.”

“She’s new. I saw her during practice, think she has anger issues.”

“Hm.”

They both made their way to the music room. This was always a happy place for Louis, music never failed to sooth his soul. Louis sat at the bench while Marlon leaned against the grand piano.

“And here we have the music room- oh! I’m sorry.” Both Louis and Marlon turned at the sudden voice. “Sorry, didn’t know someone was in here. I’m just showing our new student around the school.” It was a brunette girl, her personality too cheerful, and next to her was that girl Louis had saw outside.

“It’s cool, was just gonna play something.” Louis cracked his knuckles before playing the soft tune. The piano echoing off the walls of the empty room. The two girls left the room, most likely continuing with the rest of the tour. Marlon looked back at his friend, he could see tears forming in his eyes again. He loved seeing the passion coursing through him when he played. There was always so much love and feeling in his music. The blonde hated seeing his friend so broken. He never realized how much he bottled up until today, when he poured his soul out. The song ended. Louis was sadly smiling as he wiped a few stray tears away.

“Dude, you’re awesome. I always loved hearing you play.”

“Thanks man, I am the greatest aren’t I? Marlon smirked.

"Hey there’s my buddy, I was wondering when he’d get back.”

“Oh ya know, he was crying his eyes out, like a true man.”

“You weirdo.”

Marlon pulled up a chair next to the piano. He watched as Louis played a number of songs. He cracked a few bad jokes everytime he missed a key, which made Marlon chuckle everytime. It was nearing sunset time, the golden rays shining through the window and into the room. All the students had a set curfew which was 9:00, which meant they had about 4 hours left before bed.

Louis had stopped playing for a bit to relax his fingers, and that’s when they heard squeaky footsteps from the hall. Marlon raised a brow in confusion. Usually the arts building was empty at this time. The blonde saw a head poke in the room.

It was that girl from earlier.

“Uh hey, I’m Clementine. Sorry to interrupt, I kinda wanted to wander around and heard the piano.”

“No problem Clementine, I’m Marlon. Come sit.” The short girl made her way to the boys on the other side of the room.

“Why hello there Clementine, I’m Louis. The one playing the amazing music. So pleased to meet you.” Louis winked, turning on his flirtatious side. She rolled her eyes but giggled anyways. She took the moment to study his person. Clementine was a little confused at the teen. He seemed to look like a tough guy, his ripped jeans and messily tied converse. His bomber jacket with various rude looking patches, yet he was playing the piano with such grace.

“Can’t stop looking at my handsome face already? Wow.” Marlon snorted as Louis tried to work his charm with this girl.

“You’re just confusing.” She huffed. This guy was kinda getting on her nerves. “You look like this super tough guy, but here you are playing the piano. At first glance, I’d assume you’d like playing the electric guitar or something.” Clementine said.

“Well you’re wrong. I love piano more than anything.”

Louis began to play the ivory keys again, Clementine watched as he played without missing any notes. Marlon smiled, looks like his friend’s day was getting a bit better.

“Hey Lou, I’m heading out. I think I forgot something in my locker.” The blonde get up but not before winking to his friend.

“Oh you did huh.”

“Yeah, actually why don’t you stay here and give Clementine some company?”

“Mar-”

“Great! See ya buddy.” And with that he walked off. Louis sighed. He may be a flirt, but he had zero self confidence. He had no idea what was going to happen.

“What was that about?” Clementine had a stone faced look, one Louis couldn’t really read.

“No idea.” He began playing a random tune. The teen closed his eyes, feeling the sound echo through his soul. God how he loved this dear instrument. He began to feel the passion in his veins as he played the unknown tune, his fingers moving to the low keys before dramatically stopping and playing a new chord. He could go on for hours playing this random thing he came up with, until he was startled out of his trance by a hand running up his sleeve.

“Woah dude, don’t do that.” Louis shook his head.

“Sorry, I was looking at your patches.” Clementine said, eyeing the ones on his sleeve.

“You don’t have to touch them ya know.” She ignored his comment. “You like iron maiden?” The girl poked the patch near his shoulder. “Doesn’t that seem a little too metal for you?”

Louis snorted. “As if! I can handle metal music, thank you. In fact I should be the one surprised here. How do you even know it’s a metal band?” The dreaded haired teen crossed his arms and had an eyebrow raised.

“Uh I don’t know genius, maybe cause I listen to the same type of stuff?” She rolled her eyes in his direction again.

“Wow, a sweet looking girl like you? Wearing pink and sporting pigtails. Who knew?” Louis winked, causing her to blush. It was strange for her to blush at something a boy had said to her. Maybe that could change, she thought.

“Well maybe we can listen to metal music together some time.” Clementine blushed even more.

“I’d like that.”

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Hogwarts! Woozi

Anon requested: “I love the hogwarts au!! Please continue with other members, maybe Jun or Woozi?????” and "Hello! I was wondering if I could request a woozi hogwarts au like wonwoos, I absolutely love the seventeen hogwarts au's I find them so cute and I need more 💘💘💘💘"

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 2312

he’s kind of a mystery to everyone who doesn’t really know him

he’s just known as a fourth year slytherin who comes from a pure blood family

never brags about it though and no one would even have known

he never treats anyone like he's superior

he's just mysterious

friends with Wonwoo, Soonyoung, and Jun and their friend group

all 13 of them are pretty well known as one of the biggest friend groups at Hogwarts

even though they're all from different houses

they always hang out and sit with each other for meals

and they're split into groups by age for classes

but they're all like one big family and no one in Hogwarts can deny how close they all are to each other

and although they're all pretty different, they all somehow fit together perfectly as if fate deemed them destined to be best friends with each other

Jihoon doesn’t really talk all that much in his classes

but from his exam scores he’s basically acing everything

most people call him Jihoon, his friends call him Woozi or Jihoon

but again, no one really knows what kind of person he is besides his own friends

since he's pretty quiet and doesn't ever start conversations with anyone unless he's forced to

though don’t ever call him cute

for some reason whenever someone calls him cute

like this fourth year ravenclaw in potions

they end up getting hexed

that ravenclaw had his shoes turned into spiders

and Jihoon just walks past listening to him shouting and tries hiding a smile

“Again?” Soonyoung asks Jihoon as they walk to their next class

“It was just a small hex, no harm done.”

“You’re too mean, Jihoon.” Soonyoung says laughing

Jihoon simply replies with an evil giggle

“I know.”

never gets caught for it either because he's mastered casting hexes without saying incantations aloud

the one always hexing his friends too since they tease him and call him cute too

cast the full body bind hex on Mingyu once just because he told Jihoon

“but hyung, you’re shorter than me”

his favorite subjects have to be potions and charms

again always using hexes here and there to annoy his friends

or slipping them a potion that makes their voice sound high-pitched for the rest of the day

and although he’s quiet, he really loves his friends

and everyone is always surprised to know he plays as the other slytherin beater on the quidditch team

because he doesn’t seem like the type

but everyone cowers when Jihoon has his beater’s bat

the guy may be short, but his swing is no joke

and the bludgers he hits don’t generally miss

him and Minghao are a deadly duo as the slytherin beaters

and you're the fourth year slytherin seeker

so you know most of his friend group pretty well since the two of you are close friends

you both met on the Hogwarts express during first year

he had asked to sit in your compartment

and although you both didn't say much at first

he saw a pin on your trunk

the one with a broomstick

"Do you play quidditch?"

"Yea, I'm going to try out for the team at school." you say smiling shyly

"Me too."

and you both took off from there

realizing you both got sorted into the same house

giving him a high five as you both sat next to each other

and had all your classes together

and when you went to try-outs

the both of you practiced together in the rain really hard for hours each day after the homework

and you both made it in

which forced the two of you to get to know each other a lot more

you watched as he grew up in Hogwarts and earned himself a sort of mysterious guy image

especially when some of the girls in Slytherin were always coming up to him while the two of you did hw in the common room

younger girls who would giggle and push each other forward to congratulate Jihoon on the victory of the latest quidditch game

and you weren't sure why but you would always get annoyed at them

but Jihoon never really acknowledged them

"Thanks but our seeker, y/n, did most of the work" without even looking up from his paper

which made you smile and blush

while the other girls gave you dirty looks

"Don't all the fangirls get annoying?" you say rolling your eyes

"What fangirls?" he'd say, "Just finish your paper so we can go practice"

and you weren't sure why

but every time Jihoon brushed off the fangirls like the savage he was

you would always be pretty smug and satisfied

you and Jihoon would always hang out at Hogsmeade together with the others

though you didn't really have many friends outside of Jihoon and his group

you were close friends with the other fourth years; Wonwoo, Jun, and Soonyoung

and Jihoon would always make time for you even if you told him it was ok to just hang out with his friends

"You're their friend too, come on, won't be the same without you."

which is kind of how you became part of that huge friend group

you and Jihoon would always work on hw together

and anytime you needed help, he was there in a heartbeat to explain confusing concepts in a way that made sense

or just occasionally letting you copy

though if Soonyoung came around, he'd refuse

"Why does y/n get to copy but I don't?" Soonyoung would whine

"Because y/n and I have practice and she's smarter than you" Jihoon would say looking at you to hurry up

you both walk around the grounds a lot too

discussing strategies and talking about the opposing team's game plan and how best to beat them

"You're probably not going to catch the snitch if Jun's actually playing that day." Jihoon says

"Junhui, my worst enemy," you joke, "yea I never win against him."

"That's ok, just stall him long enough for us to get a more than 150 points lead." he'd say

"That I can do."

he's someone you can always rely on to talk about stress since you both take the same classes and have quidditch practice

and he talks to you about his fears and worries because he trusts you so much

at some point, just to save time

you both share food and water like you've been friends your whole life

he's always looking out for you

once you got hit by a bludger and ended up in the infirmary

and he stayed there all night catching you up on the win and helping you with the hw

and being the best friend you could ever ask for

staying up and helping you with anything you needed

"I can get water by myself just fine Lee Jihoon" you smirked

"Nope, I can get it hang on."

and you weren't sure when

but your feelings for Jihoon kind of outgrew just being friends

the classic falling for your best friend cliché

and that complicated shi

it hit you once when you were about to hex a girl who gave Jihoon chocolates

like you felt jealous

which is weird and gross and what the heck was wrong with you

in all your time knowing Jihoon, he never once showed any interest in dating girls or having other feelings for you besides friendly ones

and so your one-sided feelings sort of consumed you

but little did you know that the rest of Jihoon's friend group can read him a bit better

especially after another slytherin fourth year tried hard core flirting with you in herbology

but you weren't paying his advances any attention

and later Jihoon hexed the poor boy until he was hanging upside down from a tree

"You obviously like y/n, why don't you just ask her out?" Jun says smirking

"Just because you have a girlfriend, have you decided you're our official cupid now?" Jihoon says blushing

"OH MY GOD IT HAS TO BE TRUE LOOK HE'S BLUSHING."

"Soonyoung, I'll turn your food into spiders, I will."

"Just tell her already!"

"No! We're friends, you know how that goes." Jihoon sighed

but that didn't stop the rest of Svt from always trying to put you and Jihoon together

and Jihoon always blushes like crazy because of them trying

but you're low key ignorant of it

"Hey y/n, Jihoon was complimenting you on your flying the other day." Jun says sliding next to you

"Hahaha Jun, you can't distract me, I'll finally beat you this match. And Jihoon never compliments me, he's the one giving constructive criticism, and I like that better anyway." you smile leaving the table

and you don't hear Jun screaming

"Jihoon you don't ever compliment her?!?!? JUST BE SINGLE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE THEN!"

which results in Jihoon complimenting you that night when writing your charms paper

you nearly choking on your water

"Jihoon, are you sick?" you laugh

"I can't compliment you?" he said blushing furiously

causing you to blush too

"No thank you, it's just you never do so..."

"I SWEAR THEY'RE BOTH SO HELPLESS" you and Jihoon look up at Jeonghan who yelled that

Jeonghan just waves meekly and runs away like shi they heard me

followed by awkward silence

before Jihoon stands up and tells you night before going to bed

leaving you sighing

you knew that whole bs with ruining friendships because of feelings

and you didn't want that to happen

and it seemed like Jihoon was catching on and avoiding you for that

when in reality it was quite the opposite

Jihoon liked you too, but didn't know how to express it

and he was scared for your guys' friendship too

and all the others just watching the two of you like we have to do something before we die of old age and these two lovesick fools still haven't confessed

also low key trying to get Jihoon back for all the hexes and potions pranks he's pulled on them

but also they don't like seeing the two of you obviously not happy because of the whole situation

and so they use Seungkwan as a sacrifice

"Woozi-hyung, you're so cuuuuutttee." Seungkwan running away for dear life afterwards

and Jihoon just fake smiling like Seungkwan I'm going to get you later

and he makes a potion that turns the person's hair color a shade of minty neon yellow green and then to pink lemonade

and he slips it in Seungkwan's goblet during lunch waiting for Seungkwan

but surprise surprise

you get pulled over by Seungkwan who hands you the goblet

and Jihoon is terrified

and grabs the goblet from you and drinks it before you can

with all of Svt laughing their heads off

as his hair changes color

and you're standing there confused af

"JIHOON JUST PRANKED HIMSELF TO SAVE YOUR HAIR COLOR Y/N!"

causing Jihoon to turn as pink as his turning pink hair

"Just admit you like each other already, legit the whole castle knows except for you two!"

everyone smacks Soonyoung for yelling that

as you turn as pink as Jihoon's hair too

and Svt kind of leaves the two of you

"I mean..." you start, "I've known you for a while Jihoon and I didn't want to mess up anything, so I get it if you want to pretend my feelings for you were never like that and just stay friends." you finally say sighing

ready for a cold rejection like the ones you've seen before from him to other girls

"But I want to date you, I like you a lot, y/n" he says looking away

and like that first day on the train

instead of awkward silence

the two of you clicked and everything worked itself out

Jihoon taking your hand in his and smiling into your face incredulously

thinking he must have gotten hella lucky

and that you're incredible and amazing for liking him too

that's why they say falling for your best friend is the best thing ever if it works out

because you both realized you liked each other

and you were both already so comfortable with each other

you'd both be holding hands and whispering sweet nothings during quidditch practice before the captain yells at the two of you to practice

at the same time not a lot changed

you both still did just about everything together from hw in the common room to practicing on the quidditch field

but now all the fangirls backed off from Jihoon, knowing very well they stood no chance against his best friend

which you were happy with

always ready to hex some witches though if they ever came close to even batting an eyelash at Jihoon

same with any guys around you

they were always careful so as to avoid Jihoon's wrath

you both become known as the most famous couple in Hogwarts

with all your PDA in the hallways like hand holding, hugs, and him carrying your stuff sometimes or you carrying books for him

you both always sat together for meals with one hand on your fork and another holding his hand under the table

and with Svt making gagging gestures every time the two of you were doing something cute

"UGH YES YOU TWO ARE TOGETHER NOW, YOU CAN BUY US FOOD TO THANK US LATER JUST STOP WHATEVER IT IS YOU TWO ARE DOING RIGHT NOW!"

the both of you always together in the library for papers with one of you usually sleeping on top of the other

and the celebratory hugs where he'd pick you up and twirl you around if you won the quidditch match

and all the "aw's" everyone gave the two of you

because wow what a cute couple

The Seventeen Hogwarts AU Series:

| S.coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino |

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