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poisonlove · 8 months ago

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We can't be friends | w.a

Request @ortegalvr

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X reader

Warning: Fluffy, Sad

Belladonna

The belladonna plant, also known as Atropa belladonna, is notorious for being poisonous, but some of its chemicals can be used in medicine to treat certain conditions, as in traditional medicine. However, its use requires extreme caution and medical supervision due to its toxicity.

I scrunch up my nose and look at the words in our herbology book with confusion. I had to do thorough research on poisonous plants and any potential benefits they might bring, so I decided to take advantage of this research time at the Weathervane.

"Here's your macchiato," I raise my head from the book and see the barista. The brown-eyed, curly-haired guy gives me a small smile. "Thank you," I return the smile and notice him walking back to the counter, wiping some cups.

I sigh audibly and sip the coffee, closing my eyes to the delicious flavor. It wasn't Italian, but it was still good, less watery than I imagined. I lick my lower lip and return my eyes to my notes, tapping the pen on the paper, thinking of some other poisonous plant.

I needed to get a good grade.

The sound of the bell in the shop marks someone's arrival, and I look up curiously, seeing a familiar figure. A sensation of chill runs through my body, my heart pounding frantically against my chest.

I couldn't move.

Wednesday Addams was accompanied by a girl, a blonde with colorful highlights. The blonde was smiling broadly and chatting with the brunette, who was looking at her with her usual apathetic gaze. Wednesday was wearing an all-black school uniform, her unmistakable braids hanging over her shoulders.

Her eyes flick in my direction, and I feel my shoulders slump, my eyes softening as I look at Wednesday after so many years. Wednesday seemed surprised to see me, but she didn't show it. Her posture remained perfect, no hint of shock or surprise, just her eyes staring into mine as if trying to read something in them.

The blonde, noticing where Wednesday was looking, leans towards her, probably asking who I was, interrupting the staring contest that had developed between me and her. "I didn't know you knew anyone here in Jericho," is the only thing I manage to catch from their dialogue, and I lower my head to the table, playing with my hands.

It was a habit I had when I was nervous and embarrassed, which was plausible considering it's been years since I've seen little Addams. "Wed, are you okay?" the blonde asks again, two tables away from me. I purse my lips, feeling bitterness in my mouth at the nickname she gave her.

Wed? Now you're letting her call you by my nickname? I thought bitterly.

I sigh audibly and turn my attention back to my assignment, trying to ignore the conversations between the blonde and Wednesday, even though the latter barely spoke. I unconsciously smile, knowing it was just like her to behave this way.

Let's say that every time we went out together, I was the one who talked the most of the two, the brunette just looked at me without blinking, her deer-like eyes watching me with curiosity as I talked and talked. It made me smile and shiver at the same time to be watched with such intensity, but Wednesday loved listening to me talk, she always said she liked my voice

Oleander... Poison... Wednesday.

I knew perfectly well that Wednesday loved this kind of thing, studying every kind of weapon or poisonous plant, a passion her mother passed on to her. But this connection came to mind only now seeing Addams' figure.

I raise my gaze, unconsciously looking at the girl who was my downfall, the love of my life... A girl I still think could be mine. I see her talking to the blonde, smiling shyly, almost imperceptibly at her words.

Apparently, she can understand you, right?

Because I'm different from her, right?

"No! You can't understand! I don't want to hurt you," Wednesday's voice suddenly rises, looking at me seriously.

"But..." I start, feeling tears welling up in my eyes.Wednesday turns her back on me and walks towards the entrance of my room, her hand on the doorknob, her back rigid.

"We can't keep seeing each other, I don't want to see you anymore," her voice lowers again, a cold chill creeping into my bones.

"You're leaving me?" I whisper, looking at the brunette in disbelief. Wednesday doesn't even hint at turning around, her shoulders slumping as she opens the door.

"Wed," I say timidly, my voice breaking as tears threaten to fall. Addams tightly grips the doorknob, her posture still perfect.

"Don't be pathetic, y/n... You're smarter than this," she says with such coldness that it leaves me stunned. After this sentence, Wednesday walks through the door of my room, leaving my house and my life.

It's been 3 years since that moment, and I still shiver at the memory.

I clench my jaw tightly, trying to suppress the anger and pain I still feel, as I delve into my assignment, trying to find comfort in the pages of the book.

"What do you want to order, Wed?" asks a high-pitched voice. I look at the paper while waiting for her rather obvious response.

"Iced espresso," Wednesday replies neutrally.

Her favorite, I know.

Apparently, she still liked the coffee I made her try at my house during our first study project.

Umm... What can I offer you?" I ask nervously as I watch the brunette marveling around my kitchen. Wednesday touches my microwave and looks at it closely.

"What do you have?" she asks spontaneously, her voice small but determined.

"I asked you for a reason, don't you think?" I chuckle timidly, smiling at Addams' strangeness. Wednesday didn't seem like a very... Simple girl, indeed, she had a morbid sense of humor and a loyalty to the color black.

Wednesday gazes into my eyes, making me blush at their intensity. Black eyes stare into mine without blinking, whether curious or annoyed, I still don't know.

"What's that?" she points to the coffee machine, and I blink incredulously.

"You really don't know what it is?" I ask in surprise, and she tilts her head sideways, analyzing me with her gaze.

"It's a coffee machine... Do you want to try my family's famous iced espresso?" I ask proudly, my eyes lighting up with excitement.

The corners of Addams' mouth lift, and she timidly nods her head.

I shake my head and try to focus, a solitary tear rolling down my cheek before falling onto the book. I clench my jaw and try not to cry. Focus on the task.

Don't be weak, don't be pathetic

"Enid, can you hurry up and finish the frappé? It's almost writing time," Wednesday asks with a hint of irritation, earning a glare from what I now know is called Enid.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch their interaction, Wednesday's black eyes pointing towards my direction again. I look away towards her features: high cheekbones, full lips, a stoic but incredibly attractive gaze. Wednesday remains motionless, staring at me, and I surrender to her gaze, starting to pack up my things to put them in my backpack.

The memory of our first date...

We were in the dark room of Wednesday's house, enveloped by the tense and mysterious atmosphere of a horror movie playing on the big screen. Sitting on the couch, I was completely immersed in the plot, but every now and then a shiver of terror would make me jump.

I felt the tension building inside me as the scenes became increasingly eerie. My hands were clenched into fists on my knees, and my heart was beating so fast I feared it might burst from my chest, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen.

Suddenly, a particularly scary scene materialized on the screen, and I couldn't hold back a small scream of terror. Without hesitation, Wednesday grabbed my hand firmly, surprising me with her quick action.

The touch of her hand on mine made me jump, but immediately I felt a sense of calm spreading inside me. Her fingers were cold, but the grip was comforting, as if she wanted to protect me from the terror surrounding usI looked at Wednesday with gratitude, finding comfort in her dark and deep eyes.

She didn't say a word, but her simple gesture spoke more than a thousand words. In that moment, I understood that I wasn't alone, that she was there with me, ready to support me.

So, with Wednesday's hand in mine, I faced the rest of the movie with a renewed sense of courage, knowing that no matter how terrifying it was, I could overcome it with her by my side.

Our first kiss, which happened later that evening.

Wednesday and I locked eyes, a silence filled with tension and emotion enveloping the room.

Our gaze met, and I could sense the same uncertainty I felt.Then, slowly, Wednesday leaned towards me, her eyes fixed on mine with intensity. My heart was pounding so hard I feared it might burst, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from her.

Her lips brushed against mine cautiously, as if she was afraid of hurting me. I felt the warmth of her breath on my face, and a shiver ran down my spine as I leaned in closer to her. Our first kiss was a moment of pure enchantment, a whirlwind of overwhelming emotions.

Wednesday's lips were soft and warm against mine, and the contact was so intense that for a moment it seemed like the world around us stopped.

An onslaught of memories overwhelms me, making me feel vulnerable. My heart breaks at the memories of what we were, of what we shared.

I feel like that flood of memories could easily drive me to madness, but I don't want to feed this monstrous fire. I just want to let this story die, and I'll be alright.

"Shit," I whisper, clenching my jaw tightly.

I stand up from the chair, and the cup near me falls to the ground, attracting the attention of the others. Tyler, the barista, walks over to me and crouches down to pick up the broken pieces. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I say with concern. "It's okay, accidents happen," he says, smiling kindly.

My eyes glance at Wednesday, and I see her turn her head upon hearing the noise. The blonde next to her continues to drink her frappé, unfazed by the events. Wednesday keeps looking at me in a strange way, her eyes... Glassy. They're kind. Her body invites me to approach and I freeze at the thought of standing just a few steps away from her, face to face.

Maybe she wants to talk and sort things out?

Be friends?

I purse my lips and break the eye contact between us. I grab the backpack with my assignments inside and look at Tyler with concern, who smiles broadly at me.

I give him a small smile and leave the shop, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

We can't be friends, there are too many feelings.

But I'd like to just pretend, maybe one day not too far away I'll be able to.

But a part of me... Wait until you like me again.

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eroscomet · 27 days ago

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Make it Right

Chapter two- Hauting for Home

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Paring: Astrid Deetz x Fem!Ghost!Reader

Warnings: Mentions death, a bit angsty, bad writing. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count: 3k+

A/N: Hello, lovelies! I'm so sorry that this chapter took a while to make. I was busy on the weekend; however, I found time to finally finish the chapter for you all! I really do hope you guys enjoy this one! I will try to get a specific schedule for updates on certain stories. If you guys are wondering about updates for 'Picking Up Pieces That Aren't Yours,' I will try to update that as soon as possible. I will also be doing a couple drabbles on different characters and or drabbles of characters I've already written for. I would also like to thank you guys so much for all the support you all have been showing me! I am so thankful and grateful for each and every one of you! Thank you so much for every like, reblog, and comment, it means a lot to me!

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"You talked to my dad?!" Astrid had exclaimed with an amused smile on her face. There it was, that twinkle in her eye that you had missed so much. She hadn't been very happy recently, with you not around and everything else in her life that had been happening.

"Yeah, when I had first died. I got sent to the immigration office, and what do you know? There he was behind the glass. He's just as kind as you always told me he'd be. Surprisingly, he immediately recognized me. He told me that he had been watching after you and practically watched our love 'blossom,' as he put it." The two of you continued walking outside.

You couldn't help but think about how people must be seeing this. Astrid looked as if she were talking to herself from an outside perspective. Aware of her past, you knew people had a tendency to bully her, so when nearing Miss Shannon's School for Girls, you tried to get her to talk as much so that others wouldn't look at her funny. So, you took up most of the time on the way there, talking as much as she could so that she didn't have time to talk. Which was odd because she was usually the one who'd talk while you'd listen.

"He said he liked me, which is a relief. Sometimes, I feel like your mom is more confused but is trying to be supportive. I mean, remember when I had first come over, and she started talking about how she too 'experimented' as she said. Anyway, that isn't the point. I met your dad, and we actually frequently visited you together. It's funny, sometimes we'd bond over how much we missed you."

Astrid's eyes had furrowed as she had begun to notice that every time she began or wanted to speak, you only spoke faster, almost sputtering out information. A frown tugged at your lips as she had caught on.

"I just don't want people to look at you even more weirder than they already do. If you're talking to yourself, they'll find that an easy target. Try...putting on some headphones and pretending you're on the phone? Or you can just put your phone up to your ear?"

She smiled as she took her phone out of her pocket and brought it up to her ear.

"Thanks, you're right. So, what else did he say about me? Did you see my grandfather? What's the afterlife like?" Astrid felt like she had a million different questions to ask.

"Your dad says he's proud of you and that he sees himself in you all the time. As for your grandpa, no. I mean, I feel as if it's harder to find him since he did lose his head to a shark. The afterlife is a bit weird. I can't tell you much about it since I haven't exactly crossed over. I basically only know what headquarters and a few shops look like. I mean, there's a 'Soul Train' which essentially takes you to the 'Great Beyond,' but I never went because I don't want to risk not being able to watch over you."

You grabbed Astid's shoulders, moving beside her to walk toward the street end of the sidewalk. Even though you were dead, the sidewalk rule never really left you, even while Astrid couldn't even see you.

"Yeah, I figured. I almost can't believe that a shark bite ended his life, I knew my family wasn't normal, but we can't even have a somewhat normal death? The Great Beyond, huh? Soul Train is a clever name though. Does no one know what's on the side?"

"I mean, I've never seen someone leave then come back from the train in the full year, almost two years that I've been here. I'm not taking the risk and crossing anyway, I can't lose you again after we just got back to each other."

"You're right..." Her eyebrows furrowed, her attention on the sidewalk as they continued to walk. She thought to herself for a moment before speaking again.

"So, you don't have any ghost tricks you learned?"

"Of course, you'd ask that, would you be disappointed in me if I said I didn't?"

"I mean, you've been gone for a year almost two, I'd expect you to know at least something to make me feel better for all the time you've been gone."

"Okay, uhhh... I can walk through walls and, I guess, float a bit."

"That sounds like every other ghost."

"Just because i'm a ghost doesn't mean I have super powers, Astrid."

"Just saying."

"I mean, I do have this nasty scar from the accident." You lowered your shirt neckline, showing the scar on the lower part of your neck. Astrid winced at the scar before looking away.

"Right. Weird how all it took was one neck twist for you to die.

"Well, it's more like my neck twisted as if I was a cartoon character that got punched, and my head began spinning-"

"Ew, shut up. Don't talk about it like it's something light."

"I'm sorry, you're right."

It was silent for a bit as you guys walked into the school, Astrid opened one of the doors while you phased right through the other door. Astird put her phone back into her pocket as she walked upstairs and past the other students. You followed after her, your eyebrows furrowing at the other students nearby her dorm. Some of them whispering to each other while giggling.

That's when Astrid opened her dorm room's door, a bedsheet attached to the ceiling by a rope coming straight towards her. The bedsheet makes out a ghost with a 'Boo' sign in its chest area. Astrid stumbled back before turning around and looking at the other girls, who began to burst out into laughter behind her.

"When you're all driving carpool and banging your pilates instructor to fill the empty voids in your life, we'll see who gets the last laugh."

The girls smiles and laughs quickly died as she finished speaking. Astrid turned around as she went into her room, shutting the door behind her. You smiled proudly, a laugh escaping you as you saw the looks on the girls faces as they disburst from Astrid's door.

"Witty as always." You said as you phased through her dorm room's door. The make-shift ghost on the ceiling startling you a bit as you had almost 'ran' into it. Sometimes you forget you're a ghost even if it's been a year.

"They have not toned down with the comments? You had always been careful about this topic, not wanting to bring it up too much with Astrid.

"No." It was a simple and straightforward answer that made you not want to question further. A part of you felt angry that you were helpless to all of it now that you're dead. You had gotten so used to defending her against everyone but now your words would only fall on deaf ears.

You sighed as you plopped yourself onto her dorm room's bed, thinkiing for a moment on how to steer away the conversation of bullying that she obviously did not want to talk about.

"Did you hear that my sister's pregnant? I know that I shouldn't bother looking over them since they're perfectly fine.."

"I'm not surprised."

"She's naming the baby after me."

"God, that's ridiculous! Naming their kid after a relative who isn't even dead yet-" Astrid's voice faltered for a moment. The fact that you were dead and have been for almost two years was still a punch in the gut after all this time.

"That's what I said, baby." You offered her a small smile as you played into the bit that you were still alive for Astrid. She still wanted to make her at least feel a bit better.

'Baby.'

Your words - and your smile, even if it was for her benefit - just made Astrid's heart twist further in her chest.

"You're killing me here."

"Why?" Your head tilted to the side as you looked at her.

"Because you're supposed to be dead." Her voice came out in a strangled whisper as she looked down at the papers scattered on her desk.

You bit your lip, you didn't want to show that what Astrid had said hurt you. Even if you were dead, you still had emotions and feelings. You paused for a moment before deciding to drop the topic.

"So, they're having a baby shower. You should go."

"Oh god, a baby shower? Is it too late to make you disappear again?" Her face had immediately scrunched up with distaste at the idea of being forced to go to a baby shower - especially your self-centered sister's baby shower where she'd name her child after you for her own gain.

"Come on, you couldn't see me for a whole year, and now that you're finally able to, you already want to get rid of me? That's cold, babe, even for you. Even for me who's dead cold. Get it? Huh? Dead cold. Because i'm dead? And i'm cold now because I have no blood. No? Okay."

"Oof, that was horrible." She said as she shook her head and grumbled in response.

"Come on, admit you missed me. I heard all your late-night talks that you thought weren't reaching my ears."

"I did miss you - I've missed you for a whole year." She confessed, sounding a bit surprised by her own confession. The room fell silent, the weight of everything that had happened falling onto the both of them. Neither of them wanted to address it, though, they didn't want to have to deal with it now.

"Did you ever-" She paused for a moment as she thought of the right words to say, "When I'd lay in your bed and mope, were you just...watching me?"

"No, I hated that. I'd still do what I would've done if I were alive. I tried holding you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear that never got to you."

"Sweet nothings, huh?" She teased, which earned an eye roll from you. Again, the room had fell silent as the two were lost in thought before Astrid spoke again, breaking the silence.

"How bad did it hurt?"

"Uh.. Well... I just remember being on the ground one second, then in the air the next. I landed, and well- You know what. It had hurt for that second that I was alive, but it had been an instant death if anything."

Having to talk about your death wasn't an easy topic. It was a reminder of how quick you had lost it all. The blood in your system, the beat of your heart, Astrid. The sight of you nervously fidgeting with your own fingers made Astrid's heart ache.

"I hate that." She muttered, her voice coming in strained, almost as if she was forcing herself to get the words out.

"I'm sorry." Your words were mumbled as she continued to fidget with your fingers, now more anxiously than before. The apology caused Astrid to shut her eyes, trying to hold herself together. She felt that now was not the time to start breaking down.

"Don't. Don't apologize." She had almost snapped at you as she opened her eyes to shoot a glare at you.

"Okay." You were never one to go against her word, you didn't want to start a fight. Especially not now. All you could do was bring up one of your hands, beginning to gently pull on the hairs on the back of your neck as you avoided Astrid's eyes.

"Is that a nervous habit of yours now? Pulling your hair." She asked as she reached her hand out idly to brush your hair out of your eyes.

"I had gotten it when I first reached the afterlife. When you watch the people you love hurting, and all you can do is ghost around them..." Your voice had faltered, forcing yourself to clear your throat and then begin to speak again.

"You feel so helpless. Watching everyone who used to be around you and love you so miserable about your death. It makes you feel guilty but, most of all, useless. There's no way to hold, touch, talk to, comfort them... It's hard."

The room had fallen silent after your words. Astrid's fingertips gently brushed along the back of your head - tracing the place that you usually pulled at. She let her hand rest there, trying to keep you from pulling at your hair again.

"How cold am I?"

Your words made Astrid pause for a moment. Leaning closer to you as she wrapped an arm around her now ghost girlfriend. The chill of your skin made her shiver involuntarily - but Astrid tried not to show the way her body automatically wanted to shy away from the cold.

"Really damn cold. It's like you're an ice cube almost." Her words a mumble as she got closer to you, laying next to you as she rested her head on top of yours.

"I'm sorry that I'm not warm anymore." Your own words come out as a mumble as well, instinctively, your head rests on her shoulder.

"I know you don't much like when it's really cold. I thought I was keeping myself with this sweater but now that someone's actually able to touch me, I realize it's doing nothing for me."

"Gosh, you don't have to apologize for that. At least you're here." She pulled you closer against her, her arms wrapping around your waist - burtying her face into your shoulder, even if your skin was freezing and caused a slight burn against her own warm skin. She ignored the way that her body had involutarily shivered at the contact - focusing instead on the fact that her girlfriend was here.

"Barely." You mumbled quietly as you gently pulled away from your girlfriend, knowing that you were probably burning Astrid's skin with your own cold, dead skin that was now a pale blue hue.

"Don't be like that. You're talking as if you have no more hope."

"Death has a way of doing that."

Astrid let out a quiet huff at your words. Her eyes flickered back and forth from you and her own hands that were now gripped tightly on her bedding - but in the next moment, she let go. Almost as if with a full burst of speed, she darted to you. Her arms wrapping around your body, hauling you into her bed in a tight, crushing embrace.

"Astrid-" You had said in surprise and protest. You knew that you were cold. Dead. The cold would burn Astrid at one point, and you didn't want that. Not when you used to be alive and warm for her. You used to keep her warm and now you can only burn her with your icy dead skin.

"Don't even think about complaining. I don't care if you're cold." Astrid snapped as she held you impossibly close against her. Her body shivered once again as your cold skin was like a bucket of cold water dumped over her body - but she ignored the cold, focusing on the sensation of her girlfriend in her arms.

A frown had tugged at your lips, knowing that eventually, Astrid would get too cold, but after a year of being a lone ghost who watched your loved ones move on or suffer because of you, you couldn't help but be a little selfish. Your arms wrapped around her as tightly as you could.

You missed your girlfriend so much. Watching over her for a year, her suffering for a full year over your death, had done a number on you. You'd cry if you could, but all you felt was this deep internal sadness. You had no heartbeat, you had no blood to warm your body, you had no tears to shed from your dry eyes. Your chest was the most still it had ever been, you had no air to breathe anymore.

It had begun to feel like too much for the both of them. Being this close to each other after a year of thinking they'd never be able to have contact again, feeling each other's skin despite the feeling of a small burning on her own skin from your own. It was almost enough to make Astrid cry.

The cold was beginning to seep into her skin - making her shiver and leaving her skin prickled. But Astrid wouldn't - couldn't - let go of you. Not when it had been a year since she was able to hold you. You had only frowned as you held her tighter. A small hiss escaped Astrid from the cold contact as she tried to get herself impossibly closer to you.

"Damn it, it's getting too cold." She hissed, speaking between clenched teeth as she tried to bury her face into your shoulder further.

"Warm up with the blankets, I'll just lay beside you. I promise I won't disappear." You pulled away, gently moving Astrid off of yourself as you carefully pulled her bedsheets over her body. When you finished tucking her in, you lay beside her, admiring every detail you could land your eyes on.

She only huffed a bit, feeling oddly petulant about the fact that she had to let go of you However, she did as she was told. A small shiver rattled her body as her eyes locked onto yours. She managed to mumble something incohereently as she reached for you, trying to tug you close again.

"Too cold, baby. Just give it a moment. I'm here, you see me." You tried to reassure her as you gently tugged a strand of hair behind her ear.

'Baby.' The soft nickname only made her want to pull you close again, but she knew that you were right. Her boy was cold - skin still pricked and burned from being in contact with her girlfriend. She snuggled further into the bedding, her hand gently reaching out to yours. Linking her own pinky with yours, causing you to smile. Her eyes looked into yours as if asking if it was okay to which you had nodded.

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A/N: I don't know why this felt like such a short chapter to me despite it being the most words I've written so far?? I might have some filler chapters for this and 'Picking Up Pieces That Aren't Yours' sometimes. Then again, there is still a lot to write for the storyline themselves. Thank you, lovelies, for all the support on my posts! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I'm so sorry if some days I do not have time to update. Also, if there's anyone that wants to be tagged for updates on this story, leave a comment saying so! Bye, loves!

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lowkeyrobin · 8 months ago

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Heyy :) Can you please write headcanons of dating quackity, but in his earlier eras? (like 2019-21 maybe) ❤

ooooo yes of course!!! ; fun fact I've been watching him since 2018 or so (I don't mean this in a "Oh I'm cooler than you way) ; thank you for the request!! this was fun as hell ; I tried to kinda do it in a chronological order but yeah, I did like stuff and then more details of relationship if that makes sense yk???

QUACKITY ; 2019-2021 era

warnings ; language, talk of drugs, jokes about sex

genre ; fluff

word count ; 858

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Raiding Club Penguin with him and Axel was a core memory for you. It was the first true time, however cringe it sounds, that you saw Alex as your best friend.

he'd always try to make you laugh, especially on stream

such a little tease

back in the olden days, we had those Discord server 'wtf is that food' videos

you guys rank some of them and how likely you'd eat them

also ranking Discord memes

so many of them were dumb shit or weird shipart from like 2015 deviantart LMFAO

"guys I know me and y/n are dating but that doesn't mean compare us to Shrek couples!"

"I thought Thanos was your true love?"

"He-He is! Oh my God, stop being so desperate, y/n. ugh"

once he got invited to the Dream SMP, you were all ears and proudly taught him how to play Minecraft

you made his alt skin with the tuxedo, which he didn't wear often, but used in lore some time later

youd often help him with lore ideas

he also got you invited into the SMP where he introduced you to some of his new friends

you knew schlatt and some others, but most of these people were new and it was nice meeting all of them

the fiances are established and then you and quackity are already a think and you also like karl, which creates a weird love rectangle with an open end because you and sapnap are sharing the other two 💀

lore goes fuckin crazy with that

while Karl's off making Kinoko Kingdom and Quackity's running Las Nevadas, you're building El Tropicana, off in the far away jungle biome

Alex would usually stream and translate Mexican soap operas, which you joined in for sometimes

you'd give the characters different voices and twist their words up a bit to make it more entertaining for chat

the amount of drug talk that went into that was wild

also the amount of queer kids bullied in those schools?? yikes on bikes

also the one with that girl who got in trouble for kissing a boy on the playground or whatever that was?? Jesus christ man

youd both act put the scenes on occasion and use Tiger as whatever kid was being yelled at if she was in the room with you

taking a break halfway through stream for him to play guitar and for you to karaoke to fuckin Bo Burnham

also making fake joints out of paper he had laying around and "lighting them up" aka setting paper on fire next to a PC and your faces

Jackbox streams with the Feral Boys until 3am>>>

Paranormal Activity in the middle of the night went so fucking crazy

teaching Bad how to play GTA is your favorite memory with those two

playing horror games and watching him play horror games with Karl while he visited him

how dare he leave you all alone (you couldn't go because you had a busy schedule)

your chats shipping the hell out of you and your dsmp characters

hella fanart and fanfictions man

try not to laugh streams where you always ended up laughing before the ten minute mark because of him

he purposefully does shit to make you laugh

reading fanfiction on stream was a regular activity especially for y/s/n

youd rank the book on a scale from one to ten and how accurate to real life they were

"nahhhh that one doesn't have enough Thanos, two out of ten"

"yknow what... were gonna have our own tier lists... okay?"

"damnit... does this mean I'm not getting laid later?"

"what"

promoting the quackityhq merch religiously

also stealing whichever beanie he wasn't wearing, either the LAFD one or the plain black and blue one

him tying you to a chair and forcing you to laugh was a common stream plot

tweets that were either very inconspicuous about drugs, very sexual, or very old married couple vibes

youd both be frequently trending on twitter

hot wings or dare streams with Bad >>>>

playing girls go games and hoping you wouldn't give his PC a virus

sitting in the inflatable pool fully clothed, playing with children's bath toys

he'd for sure be the type to fall for his best friend

whether it be all the way back then or just now, he could go forever without feeling any feelings but one day they'll show up and the nervousness begins

he'd lend you a hoodie if you were cold in his room and he just straight up begs you to keep it

lots of just staring at you while chat ships you, like genuinley just zones out on your pretty face

would probably doubt his feelings at first and talk to his mom about it and she's like "boy you have a crush. Go ask them the hell out, you're a handsome young man, I'm pretty sure they like you too"

"mOooOooOoOoM"

genuinley spoils you with no good reason and after a while you just accept it

he starts sending good morning and good night texts

he'll repost (or reblog) (he has a secret tumblr) fanart of you two, especially if it's shipart

will constantly send you clips of movie characters making out or kissing and say "this should be us"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackity oneshot #quackity headcannons #quackityhq x reader #quackity #qsmp x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader

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teddypickerry · 1 year ago

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A teen!dad jess. He has a best friend from New York (she can have a name or it can be Y/N, you can choose) (they are endgame, jess never had feelings for Rory but she has feelings for Jess, it won't go anywhere) Jess and his best friend have a kid, they co-parent (whether they are dating already or in the future is up to you) Jess gets sent to Stars Hallow, she ends up moving to stars Hallow to, to be close to Jess and so their kid can be with him too (she is emancipated, plus Jess knows she's coming because they keep in contact) if anyone reading this would like to turn this into an actual story, I'm totally down for reading it :) if you choose this request, I look forward to reading it. Thank you!!

↯ 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎?

pairings — teen dad! jess mariano x y/n

warnings — none!! (unedited tho so…)

word count — 2.9k

a/n — i’m not the biggest fan of how this turned out (feels lowk out of character even tho i typically write jess best bc i am him), but i LOVEDDDD this plot. i plan on making a part two if that’s something you guys would want!! also dad! jess is my fav (as you guys know) so to have him be bowie’s dad??? FUCKING LOVEEE.

BEING SENT TO STARS HOLLOW was worse than one would imagine. especially for jess mariano, a kid who'd been taken from his hometown and placed in a small apartment above a diner with an uncle he hardly knows. this would be enough to drive one mad, one could presume. but to make matters worse, he was leaving behind his son.

the moment liz danes found out her sixteen year old son had gotten a girl pregnant, she freaked out. as any mother would do. but liz wasn't just any mother, she was (to put it lightly) a whack-job. so she spiraled when she figured this one out. what happened when liz danes spiraled you may ask? who was there for her? her sane big brother, luke.

the practical idea seemed to be sending jess to the quaint down of stars hollow. a place where liz grew up, where she knew luke would keep an eye on him. where she also knew he couldn't cause any havoc. and his world wouldn't become corrupt like hers, being a teen parent.

the months of the pregnancy was difficult to be away. y/n was just a girl he'd met at a party, he was sick and tired of his mother's new boyfriend's hurtful words. y/n was going through something similar and they decided they'd lean on one another one night. until three weeks later when she called jess asking him to coffee, and surprising him with something much more. y/n was scared, as any pregnant sixteen year old would be. being without jess didn't help her case.

the teenage boy didn't let the separation get to them however. his nights sneaking out were spent at a phone booth in the middle of town, talking to y/n about everything and anything. his breaks at the diner were calling to ask about doctors appointments. sure, she had just been a girl he'd met at a party. but the emotional bond of a baby knitted the two together. they were scared kids, they had no one but one another. so they became much more than kids who once went to a party. they were friends.

when y/n went into labor, jess ran out of school like his life depended on it. hoping into his car and speeding back to new york. luckily making it so he could see his son born just in time. his first time meeting his son was only his fourth time seeing y/n. the fourth of many, many visits. stars hollow became less and less entertaining to him as time went on. especially after coming back almost two weeks after his son was born. the pranks, the stealing, the teasing around with this girl rory... it wasn't anything to him. he missed his son, he missed the woman who had his son. jess mariano wanted to be with his family. because for the first time in his life, he had a family. someone loved him, and he loved someone.

"1984 is the most overrated 'classic' book i've ever read," rory gilmore smiled at jess with a teasing look. now, almost a year after his son's birth, jess mariano was nearing eighteen. his adolescence was coming to an end (although it did when the stick turned pink). the toying around was still very much in his nature. hence the conversation with the good girl in a pink sweater.

"nu uh, it's a classic. you can't just hate on 1984," jess counters while standing behind the diner's countertop. the diner was slow, despite it being around the early afternoon and a sunday. which is why two teenagers were sharing false opinions like it was bible. he didn't like her — he was sure of that. ever since bowie mariano was born (guess who named him), jess's feelings had become aware. the love he felt for his son was prominent in his everyday life. unlike anything he'd ever felt before. it was hard for him to even imagine ever having feelings for someone. not when being a dad was his number one priority.

"you're just saying that," rory laughed at his words once more. her late night talks with her mother about jess seeming to not be recalled. the ones where lorelai stressed to rory what jess was going through as a teen parent, something she knew all too well. especially being away from his kid. in her eyes, he was a christopher who'd left his rory. lorelai didn't exactly want her daughter involved with that. but it was hard to resist when he kept giving rory that james dean look. matched with the leather jacket and the book references.

"when are you going to see bowie?" lorelai asked the teenage boy, attempting to remind her daughter of his priorities. jess didn't see this as a question with ulterior motives. he knew lorelai had a deep understanding of him, whether she'd like to admit it or not. "soon, hopefully."

"is y/n liking her new place?" luke questions genuinely from lorelai's side, being reminded of jess's child's mother who he'd grown fond of. "it's kinda hard to like a place where you're crashing on your friend's sofa bed." jess scoffs, being reminded of his friend's condition. when y/n had first gotten pregnant, jess was aware of the darkness in her home. especially when she freaked out to him one night. the first time they opened up to one another. she was too scared to tell her dad about the baby, knowing he'd hurt her.

less than two years later, y/n was emancipated. working a part-time job in the city. where her friends helped watch bowie when necessary. along with (hesitantly) liz, whenever jess made sure she was sober and had an okay boyfriend. it was a lonely life: just like jess's.

"that poor girl," lorelai commented with a sympathetic look making jess's stomach twist. he hated thinking about the living conditions of his family, he hated thinking of being apart from them. but when he did, he couldn't stop. which is why that night, when luke came upstairs to the apartment after closing, jess stopped him to have a serious conversation. "can i talk to you?"

luke searched his nephew's face for sincerity once he heard those words. curious if this was gonna be a 'steely dan sucks' conversation or an actual serious one. a rare option for the teenage boy. "yeah, what's up?"

there was a deep expression anguished on jess's face as he sat at the table. he was clearly unsure how to put his words, which was prominent in his eyes. "i... i can't be away from bowie anymore. i can't let y/n live in that shithole. they're my responsibility."

luke heard his nephew's words clearly. he agreed with every word, a sigh erupting when he processed the stress his teenage nephew was experiencing over this. "where are you going with this, jess?" the diner owner questioned with a calm tone. he still wanted the best for his nephew. he still wanted him to finish high school and start a worthy life. one he didn't want to be started by running off to new york and working to provide for his family. "i need to be with them one way or another. i can't be away from bowie, i can't do that to my kid. i can't be my dad."

"you're not, kid. you're nothing like jimmy, i'm telling you that right now. you would do anything to be with bowie and that proves you're better than him," luke explained before letting out a sigh and nodding his head. "you're a good guy, jess."

a conversation continued throughout the night until the two finally came to a conclusion. or at least luke did. taking matters into his own hands, he picked up the phone once his nephew hit the pillow. a hushed tone rushing into verses of explanations until it all made sense.

the next morning, jess mariano woke up like any other day. not too long after he woke up he went down to the diner to get started on work. his thanksgiving break had begun, so his monday would be spent annotating a new book for his son in between rush hours. it was when two familiar faces entered the diner that he hardly glanced up, noticing the gilmores immediately. "hey jess, how's it going?"

"well, i'm not bleeding or anything so..." jess shrugged towards the woman while he scribbled in a final note for an older bowie. rory kept her eyes on him while luke handed the two mugs of coffee. he had something in his head, especially when he kept glancing out the window every few seconds. "that's good," lorelai nodded before turning to luke.

"what are you reading now? more jane austen?" rory teased while eyeing the boy and taking a sip of her warm coffee. his eyes didn't dare look up from her while he shut the book, "uh huh." he nodded with a thin lipped smile. rory noticed the children's book in his hands and grinned, "didn't know you were that behind. that makes sense with your book taste though."

"this is bowie's, i'm just writing some stuff in the margins for him for when he learns to read," jess shrugged without noticing the sudden change in demeanor when he mentioned his son. the baby had never been to stars hollow. jess also rarely brought up his son to anyone, especially stars hollow-ers. miss patty and babette already whispered about the rebellion enough as it was. he didn't need to add to it by opening up to people who didn't care about him. "oh... that's sweet," rory forced a smile before sinking down into her seat. she felt shorter.

jess picked up the coffee to begin to refill a few cups throughout the diner. his stance was interrupted once the diner phone began to ring, luke noticed this quickly. it wasn't long before he grabbed the coffee from jess's hand and hardly offered to do refills for him instead. jess knew luke was up to something but hesitantly took the phone call, "luke's."

"nice greeting," a voice echoed on the other side making jess's infamous smirk spread across his face. y/n. "well, i thought i'd ask you to marry me. but i was worried our meat supplier was on the other line," jess teased into the phone while his hand went in his pocket. he subconsciously turned around so his back was to the rest of the diner. wanting to be alone with y/n, as if that was possible through this.

"thought so," y/n hummed with an obvious smile. "hey, bowie's missing his dad."

"is bowie's mom also missing bowie's dad?" jess asked with his typical teasing tone towards his friend. "bowie's mom may be. but she doesn't exactly want to give him the satisfaction of that. bowie's dad is very cocky," y/n says through the phone while luke spots something through the window and smiles.

the sound of the bell was a familiar one. reminding the people in the diner that someone had arrived. jess was so used to it now that he didn't bat an eye typically, but this time he glanced around his shoulder for a moment. his eyes glancing back at the figure stood infront of the door. jess's brown eyes locked on them for a second as he dropped the wired phone and bolted past the counter to them.

stood before his eyes was y/n and bowie. the eleven month old was in her arms with a pacifier between his lips. y/n wore a smile while she placed her phone in her pocket with a free hand. she was engulfed in jess's scent immediately as he threw the two into his arms. cigarettes, cheap cologne, and coffee erupting comfortably into her. "hey, watch out i have a baby."

jess ignored her words, but lightened his grip on her while taking bowie out of her arms to hold him. "bowie, hey..." his voice trailed off as he held onto his son. he was interrupted with emotion by being with his son once again. because as much as fatherhood was something he never wished upon himself, ever desired whatsoever, it had turned into the best thing that ever happened to him.

"hi kid," luke greeted the teenage girl while walking over to give her a side hug. he turned his attention towards jess who was hugging his baby with a grin he hadn't seen in awhile. "i thought about our talk last night, jess. you were right."

jess glanced over at his uncle before looking back at y/n with a smile. which shocked even him, because a smile was not something he'd done while being in stars hollow. "so..." luke's voice trailed off while he gave the floor to y/n. who took it and looked at jess, "i think bowie needs to be with his dad... and his mom."

the group shared a few looks, mixed with confusion and happiness. "i asked lorelai for a favor, y/n and bowie are gonna stay at the inn for a few weeks. until you guys can figure out a place." luke started with a nod. "you're gonna be eighteen in a few months, you're gonna graduate in a few months. i want you to do that, jess. so, i brought you some courage... as cheesy as that sounds."

jess looked between the two for a moment before sharing a nod with his uncle, as if a thank you in their own language.

"hey, i'm lorelai. it's nice to meet you i've heard so much about you. we seem to have a lot in common," lorelai interjected as she walked over and introduced herself to y/n. y/n knew her fair share of scoop of the town. her daily phone calls to jess were hardly just baby talk. she'd spent a lot of them telling him to go out with lorelai's daughter, who seemed good for him. but every-time... something was holding him back. "yeah you too, i'm y/n. thank you for everything, by the way. you really didn't have to let me."

"c'mon we're moms, we help eachother out. we can be like desperate housewives. but with no men," lorelai smiled while giving y/n's hand a squeeze. "oh! this is my bowie, rory."

"hey," y/n greeted with an awkward wave towards the other teenage girl who still seemed in shock by the situation. she forced a smile and waved, "hey."

the dispute was a lot more awkward than y/n could have hoped. but a sense of envy had taken over the both of them as they reflected on past or current relations with jess. an awkwardness that washed away quickly when y/n’s eyes locked back on jess and her son. a favorite sight of hers.

“c’mon,” jess nodded towards y/n while she took the baby out of his arms. he grabbed her bag and placed a free hand on her back, mumbling goodbyes before exiting the diner with his two. the three took the scenic tour towards the inn. bowie cracking a million smiles at the tons of birds in sight. the two teenagers reciprocating the action with shared giggles at the baby’s happiness.

the moment they entered the room, jess sat down with bowie to let y/n unpack a little bit. while the two caught up on unspoken things. “so… that was rory,” y/n says suggestively while unpacking her toiletries in the bathroom. jess was sprawled out on the bed with bowie in his arms, playing superman. he turned to her once she erupted from the bathroom and took a seat beside him. “that was rory.”

“she’s pretty,” y/n nodded with a small smile. in an attempt to be polite about jess’s possible love interest, yet he seemed hardly interested when bowie was around. “i guess,” jess shrugged before holding bowie back up in his arms. “have you asked her out yet?”

“i’m not too focused on that,” jess answered while clearly wanting the conversation to be done. y/n only smiled at the sight of the baby, gently rubbing his back. jess’s eyes locked onto her once more. watching her look at bowie with all the love made his eyes gleam. the way her smile spread with love, only made his heart beat faster happily. “thanks.”

y/n glanced over to him at his word, furrowing her eyebrows gently while she looked into his eyes. “for what?”

“for being here, i guess.” he mumbles while turning back to face bowie and bring him closer to him, the baby resting his head on jess’s chest. y/n smiled at the sight while leaning into the pillow, happily watching the two. “of course.”

so, the two laid back into the bed. smiling at the sight of their baby falling into a comforting sleep. followed by y/n minutes later, at a moment of peace. finally having someone she trusted with her baby so she could peacefully have a break. jess shut his eyes to the sound of the light breaths of both his favorite people. never having felt something so perfect once again in his life.

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raven-dor · 1 month ago

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right where you left me pt.3

in which james sirius potter finally gets the girl back

PAIRING: james sirius potter x reader

WARNINGS: GIVEN LAST NAME, making out, ANGST, james is freaking out, self-esteem issues, more making out, light arguing, fluffy ending

AN: this is directly pulled from my wattpad book, which has an oc, so don't be alarmed if when you read it on wattpad it says 'lydia' THAT'S JUST THE OC DON'T WORRY YOU FOUND THE RIGHT BOOK<3 ALSO - i had two people ask for more james sirius, so here it is, enjoy!!

wattpad: raven-dor

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

The past two weeks had been a blur. You couldn't tell anyone anything about them if they had asked, including your latest test in DADA, or how you’d managed to stay sustained.

You did have a sneaking feeling that Ophelia was filling your plate up for you.

Whenever something devastating happened, your automatic response was to go silent, concluding that it was better to be in the shadows, not drawing attention to yourself any more than you had to. You knew, however, that even with your silence, James was still watching you, insistent on making sure you were alright.

Except you weren’t alright, because the one good thing that had ever happened to you had been ruined.

It hurt to say his name, to even think about him, to know that this was all your fault because of your insecurity issues and that James inevitably was going to break up with you at some point, so you were honestly doing yourself a favor—there you went again.

Around and around, that is all you did for weeks. Your friends, who were (unfortunately) used to this coping mechanism, were becoming increasingly concerned the longer you went on.

Fred, who rarely spoke to you, had taken to studying with you in the library. (Roxanne joked that not speaking was throwing the whole world off its axis, as her brother had never once in his life studied.) Teddy even sent you a letter saying that he missed your teasing nature at breakfast and hoped you would visit again. That had James written all over it.

Today was just another day that Fred wound up studying with you. You appreciated that he didn't talk to you, and instead chose to follow in your footsteps. You also knew that it was a matter of time before he broke.

"Edwards, I gotta say, I'm impressed at how long you've remained silent. I think it's a new world record."

You glared at the Gryffindor, looking back down at your notes. Of course, now that you’d begun to appreciate his presence, he opened his mouth.

"No, I'm serious."

You smiled sarcastically, and he frowned.

"I'm going to say it because no one else will. You've got to say something. We're concerned."

We was code for James.

"And no, I'm not talking about James, although he is concerned. Extremely, might I add. I'm talking about Roxie, Ophelia, Pam, Al, Lily- everyone. You're starting to scare us."

You glanced up, tilting your head. "I've spoken. Just not around you lot."

His eyes lit up, and he leaned in. "Merlin. I feel like a father witnessing his child's first words-" He shook his head. "I can't say that I understand, because I don't. But, refraining from talking altogether because you're going through a-" He sat back, thinking. "Breakup? I don't know if that's the right word, but you get what I mean."

You nodded.

"You don't have to be a chatterbox, but please, speak."

You nodded once more. "Fine."

He smiled. "Thanks, Edwards." He looked back down at his book.

You smiled, clearing your throat. "We're friends, Fred; don't call me by my last name."

He was now fully grinning. "Terrific."

Your bed was possibly the last safe place you had in the school. Everywhere you went, you saw reminders of James. Honestly, how many cousins did the man have?

"Y/N? Please come with us. You haven't left your room in weeks."

You groaned, shaking your head.

Ophelia crossed her arms. "That wasn't so much a request as a demand. You need fresh air."

You turned over, glaring at your “supposed” best friend, your stomach in knots at the mere thought of leaving your room. "Technically, all air is fresh because of the-" A pillow hit your face, and you gasped. "Ophelia!"

"Don't name off facts to distract from the real issue. Get dressed. We're leaving in twenty minutes."

You slammed your face into your pillow. "I curse you, Ophelia Scamander."

Trudging down the Hogwarts stairs, you forced yourself not to smile at your friend's expressions. Instead, you glared at them.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace us with their presence," Roxanne scoffed. "The ogre lives."

Pamela smacked her friend's arm, widening her eyes. "Rox. Ease up a bit, will you?"

Ophelia laughed. "Relax, Pammy. Y/N’s fine."

Pamela rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath. You nodded, hooking your arms between Pam and Roxanne. "I'm fine, honestly. Tease me all you want."

Ophelia laughed, hooking her arm through Roxannes. "You're going to regret saying that, Lyd."

Unfortunately for you, Ophelia had been right. The fresh air rejuvenated your soul, and a smile lingered on your face. You hadn't been this happy for weeks, and giggling while your friends pointed out hideous clothes for you to wear (jokingly, of course) had lifted your spirits immensely.

They stopped by the bookstore, but you hadn't found anything you hadn't already read. They'd quickly left, walking to their final destination, The Three Broomsticks.

You were three butterbeers deep, cackling at your friend's antics. Apparently, while you’d been moping, Albus and Jones had gotten into a public screaming match at breakfast. Smythe had had to drag Jones away, as she was basically seething by the end.

Just as you and Ophelia had gotten up to get another round, James walked in, instantly finding your eyes. Ophelia grabbed your hand, squeezing it comfortingly. "Do you want to leave?"

"No, it's fine." You grabbed the tray from Madam Rosemerta, smiling gratefully. "I'll be fine."

They sat down, passing out the drinks. Roxanne tilted her head. "You saw James then?"

You nodded slowly.

"Are we leaving?"

You shook your head. "No need."

Your friends looked highly confused. "Sorry?"

"We have the same friends; it was only a matter of time before I saw him again."

Roxanne smiled. "That's nice, I suppose." James waved at his cousin, making his way over. "He's coming over."

"Roxie, I really don't care."

Pam grimaced. "That's good because he doesn't seem to either."

Roxanne groaned. "Godric, that boy cannot take a hint."

You almost laughed at how visibly uncomfortable Fred looked, trailing behind James. Roxanne stared at her twin, and you wondered if twins had telepathic mind powers. The brunette approached the table, his hands in his pockets. "Ladies."

They all spout hellos.

You nodded, taking a deep drink of your butterbeer.

James smiled lightly. "Have any fun today?"

You couldn't bring yourself to look up from the table.

Pam nodded. "We did, yeah. Went to the bookstore."

James laughed, and you felt weak in the knees. "Coven Chronicles? All the classics there." You could feel his eyes burning into you, and your cheeks lit up at the thought.

You took another deep sip of your drink, and James sighed, realizing you wouldn't look at him. "Well, it was nice seeing you."

You looked up as soon as he turned his back, smiling sheepishly. "See? Not awkward at all."

Pam snorted, covering her face with her hands. "Sorry- I just-"

Ophelia shook her head in disappointment but also broke out into laughter. And then Roxanne cracked. "I'm sorry, Lyd. That was just-"

You nodded. "Uncomfortable?" You snorted. "Rowena, I ruined everything!"

Roxanne held her stomach, bending over in laughter. "I'm never forgetting this!"

Missing out on two weeks of crucial information during one of your last years at Hogwarts made you realize you had to start paying attention in class. Catching up left no time to dwell on your horrible life, which was nice. You were so busy staying at the top of your class you’d almost forgotten how sad you were.

But when it was late, and your roommates were asleep, you would stare at the ceiling and fantasize about your life. You would be married, a successful auror, maybe even Minister of Magic, and your loving husband-

Then you remembered you had a pop quiz in Potions the following day.

It'd been a relatively nice day when you were on your way to the library, walking past two girls who seemed to not realize you were actively listening to their loud gossip.

"Can you believe Angelica is dating Potter? And I thought he and Edwards were—" The other girl nudged her friend, pointing at you. They both widened their eyes and bowed heads, hurrying down the hall. It was unfortunate timing, you’d decided, and tried not to dwell on it.

Until you wondered if Roxanna and Fred knew, and brought it up while they studied.

"So Rox..."

Your friend looked up, smiling. "Yeah?"

"Do you know any Hufflepuffs named Angelica?"

She squinted, staring at her friend with a newfound interest. "Yes. Why?"

"Just curious."

Roxanne laughed. "Promise?"

You nodded. "Promise."

"This wouldn't have anything to do with the rumor that Angelica and James are dating, would it?"

Fred laughed, looking up from his paper. "Well, now you've done it. You've distracted me. What's this about James?"

She leaned over to her brother, whispering in his ear. His eyes lit up with mischief, and he looked at you curiously. You rolled your eyes, glaring at the twins. "Stop talking about me when I'm right here."

Fred crossed his arms. "Wish it was you?"

The Ravenclaw choked on air, coughing nervously. "What are you on about?"

"Why the sudden interest in James's love life? Miss him following you around like a lovesick puppy dog?"

"No-"

Roxanne crossed her arms as well. "I don't think we're the people to ask about this."

"I'm just wondering-"

Fred shook his head. "I may be your friend, but James is my cousin. And you've hurt him-"

"You don't even know why we stopped dating Fred." You hadn't even realized it, but you were now on the verge of crying.

Fred looked downright ghostly. "Did he-"

"No! No. He was perfect." You groaned, putting your head in your hands. "I broke up with him. I'm not good enough for him. He's Harry Potter's son, for Merlin's sake, and I'm-"

"Y/N Edwards." Roxanne interrupted. "The smartest in our year, probably at Hogwarts. You're a muggle-born, meaning you have to work twice as hard. You’re a prefect and probably on track to become Minister of Magic. Poor Aunt Hermione." She took her friend's hand in hers. "You're just as important as he is."

You scoffed. "While I appreciate the compliments, try telling that to his fan club."

Fred rolled his eyes. "You mean to tell me you broke it off with James because of his fan club?"

"They may have been a contributing factor..."

"You don't have to tell us what happened, but you have to know that James would never leave you for fans he doesn't even know."

"It's not that. They-" You laughed. "This is ridiculous."

Roxanne shook her head. "No, it's not."

"After we'd started talking, I heard his fans say how they think he's dating someone and how they’re probably a slag and not good enough for him. They went on and on about how they hate them already and-" You scoffed, shaking your head. "It's stupid."

"Did you tell James this?"

"No." You stared at Fred. "And I don't want him to know."

"Y/N, come on. If he knew about this, he would tell them off in an instant-"

"Exactly. He doesn't need to do that. I- He should be with someone strong enough to endure people gossiping about them."

Roxanne sighed. "That wasn't gossiping; that was two people tearing someone they don't even know."

"Anyhow, we broke it off- well, I broke it off because I can't handle being talked about like that every day, and he wanted to be public. It's not fair to him or me."

Fred sat in silence while Roxanne tried to come up with solutions. "Maybe we could talk to McGonagall about them and see what she can do."

"I'm not getting two students expelled over gossiping. Hogwarts would be empty if that were the case. It's honestly fine; just let it go."

"You love him," Fred said, staring at Y/N.

"Excuse me?"

"You love James."

"What's your point, Fred?"

"You love him, and he loves you, so if you brought this up to him, would you not figure something out?"

"Yes, but-"

"I know. You already brought this up to him. But you didn't tell him the full story, did you?"

"Technically speaking, no, but you're forgetting one small detail."

"What's that?"

"He's dating someone else."

"You need to sort this out, and then once you're back together, you owe all of your friends butterbeer."

Roxie nodded. "Especially us."

"Right. Especially us."

"James!" You yelled out, waving at him from across the very public hallway. Students looked in between the two, shrugging before going on with their day. James pointed to himself, and you nodded, walking up to him. "You're the only James here."

He smiled. "True."

"Can we talk?"

"Lead the way."

The astronomy tower was quiet, and classes were done for the day. You stood at the edge, gathering the courage to tell him the truth.

"Y/N?" Your breath caught, and you turned around, smiling lightly. "As much as I love this view, why exactly are we here?"

You smiled, walking towards him. "I need to ask you something, and you can't laugh."

He forced down a smile. "Alright."

"This is stupid, really..." You huffed. "Are you dating Angelica Stewart?"

He smirked, tilting his head. "Who?"

"Hufflepuff in our year, same height as me, brown hair?" You crossed your arms, annoyed at his face and how calm it looked. "Well?"

"No idea who that is, love." He walked closer, staring down at you in amusement. "Is this your little ploy to get me alone? I have to tell you, your plan did not need to be this elaborate-"

"Please focus. You swear you don't know who that is?"

"I swear."

"On quidditch?"

He tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling. "On quidditch."

You had a sneaking feeling that he was not thinking about quidditch.

"James, I'm being serious."

"I know." He leaned down, their lips inches apart. "It's very attractive, I must say."

"Potter!" A smile cracked on your face.

He stood straight again, walking towards the edge. You watched as he looked out over the school. "Why are you asking?"

"Call it curiosity."

He shook his head. "Don't lie, love."

You stood beside him, your hand inches away from his. "I could be slightly jealous." You smirked. "Happy?"

"Immensely." He looked over at you, his voice soft. "Why are you jealous?"

"You said that I was your standard, that you loved me, and- and then you went and dated someone else. Like I was nothing. It hurt."

"Y/N..." He was now fully facing you. "You had to have known that it wasn't true. That I wasn't dating her."

"You're James Potter. I'm pretty sure everyone in this school is in love with you."

He scoffed. "Everyone except the one person that I’m in love with."

"James..."

He smiled, leaning down. "Yes?"

"I'm scared."

He sighed, looking back out over the railing. "Why?"

"You know why. My own sister hates me. If she doesn't even love me, then what does that say?"

"It says that she's a horrible person, and if I ever have the displeasure of meeting her, she’ll change her mind."

"James!" You laughed, smacking his arm.

"I'm serious." He laughed, staring at you. "That can't be the only reason stopping you."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know when you're lying." He tilted his head. "What aren't you telling me?"

"You're only going to be upset."

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm already upset." He took your hand in his, rubbing the back with his thumb. "You can tell me."

You sighed. "You said you'd protect me from the talk."

He nodded. "I did."

"Well..." You smiled sheepishly. "You didn't exactly."

He looked angry. "What?"

You laughed. "It was nothing, really-"

He shook his head. "If it made you feel like you weren't good enough for me, it wasn't nothing." He scoffed. "Which, by the way, is insanity. If anything, I'm not good enough for you."

"James-"

"No. We're not starting this again." He took both of your hands in his, a look of desperation on his face. "Please. Just tell me what happened."

"James... I don't want to open a healed wound."

"Stop doing that. Merlin, you don't even know how much I love you." Your cheeks were red, but you still looked at him. "Stop running away! I love you. I'll say it until I can't physically form the words: I love you. And I know that you love me, so tell me, and let's figure this out."

"I'm not running away," you whispered, wiping the tears from your eyes. "I'm not strong enough, and I'd only become a hassle."

"Funny. You have this really interesting trick where when you open your mouth, your sister's voice comes out."

"James, I'm being serious."

"So am I." He looked helpless, squeezing your hands. "Tell me what happened."

"I-" You realized right then why you were not sorted into Gryffindor. This was scarier than anything you’d ever experienced. You looked down at your hands, rambling.

"The morning before we broke up, I heard two girls gossiping at the top of their lungs. Some rumor about you that was going about who you were seeing." You blushed. "And I listened in. They said that they’re probably a slag and not good enough for you and that they hate them already.' It was petty."

You looked up, your eyebrows furrowing. "James?"

"Who was it?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don’t see how that’s relevant."

He glared. "Y/N, you are going to tell me who they are, and I am going to-"

"Give them a serious talking to?" You scoffed. "It's not worth it."

"They're quite literally the reason that I lost you. It is completely worth it."

"Jamie..." You pulled your hands out of his hold, putting them on his cheeks. "You are such a protector; it's your most admirable trait..." His cheeks turned red. "But sometimes it's braver to do nothing."

He shook his head. "Not when it hurt you."

"James, I'm telling you, I don't want you to do anything." You leaned forward, kissing his cheek. "You being here with me is enough."

His arms wrapped around your waist, and you gasped, looking down accusingly. "James Potter, what are you-"

"I want to kiss you." His eyes looked dark, the brown, golden color of his irises barely visible. "I want to kiss you until my lungs give out."

"James!" You giggled. "We can't."

"And why not?" He didn't find this amusing in the slightest.

"For one, we're in public."

He groaned, leaning his head back. You tried not to jump up right then and kiss the living daylights out of him. "When are you going to let me kiss you again?"

You tapped her chin, thinking. "How about tomorrow?"

He held his head upright, nodding. "I can do that."

You pulled yourself out of his arms, knowing that if you stayed any longer, you’d give into his charms. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He grinned. "Tomorrow."

Sleep hadn't come easy to you that night, but when you did finally close your eyes, you were caught in a deep deep slumber. Ophelia laughed at your rather uncomfortable-looking position. Your legs were off the sides, mouth wide open, snoring extremely loudly.

Ophelia sighed, clearing her throat. You groaned, rubbing your eyes.

"What time is it?"

Ophelia laughed. "Breakfast."

Your eyes shot wide open. "I'll be right down."

Ophelia squinted her eyes, thrown off by her friend's enthusiasm. "Alright then. I'll see you in a bit."

You jumped out of bed, putting on the cutest outfit you could conjure. Fixing your hair haphazardly, you flew down the steps, waving at onlookers. The doors of the Great Hall burst open, and you walked in, James's eyes meeting yours instantly. You practically ran past your table, straight towards his arms.

He stood up, a boyish grin on his face.

You threw your arms around his neck, kissing him soundly. James let out an audible squeak before grabbing your waist quickly, his heart skipping a beat. The hall fell into whispers and gasps, all staring at the couple. They broke apart, resting their foreheads against each other.

"I love you too, James."

He laughed at your face, which looked positively crazed. "You actually meant tomorrow."

You nodded. "I'm done being scared." You kissed the side of his mouth. "I mean it."

He spun you around, kissing you once more. "Thank Godric."

"Are you two done?" They looked over, laughing at Fred's expression. "You've positively ruined my appetite."

You stuck your tongue out at the Weasley. "This was all your doing, Fred."

James looked surprised. "Thanks, mate."

Fred laughed. "I regret it now."

Roxanne rolled her eyes. "Shut it." She smiled at the couple. "Congrats, really. It's about time. I was tired of all the moping."

You glared at your friend. "Thanks for that." Looking back at James, you sighed. "I have to go-"

He shook his head. "You're sitting here."

"James..."

"I'm putting my foot down, Edwards."

"Well," You laughed. "If you insist."

Fred glanced in between the two. "Don't forget Y/N. You still owe us all butterbeer."

"You were being serious?"

"No." He shook his head. "I was being Fred."

Roxanne groaned, shaking her head. "Horrible joke, Freddie."

James shrugged. "I was planning on going to Hogsmeade anyway." He looked over at Ophelia and Pamela, who were obviously trying to listen to their conversation. "Oi!" He yelled at the two. "Hogsmeade?"

They nodded eagerly.

The bookstore was never busy, but today, with their friends in tow, the owner looked like she would combust. You had almost felt bad; there probably hadn't been more than two students in here at a time. James held your hand, dragging you down the aisles. "What do you want?"

"James, really, I've already read most of these books."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you have." He kept walking. "Any other books that your sister is holding hostage?"

"The Great Gatsby." You perked up. "Although, I don't think it'd be in here. F Scott Fitzgerald wasn't a squib or a wizard."

James hadn't been listening, walking up to the shop owner with determination on his face. "Excuse me, miss. The love of my life would like to find The Great Gazby-"

You interjected. "The Great Gatsby."

He nodded. "That one. Any chance you have it in stock?"

The older witch looked positively fed up with James already. "Let me look in the back."

"Perfect." He smiled. "Thank you."

You laughed. "She's never letting you back in here."

"Why not?" He looked clueless. "She loves me."

"Oh, James." You put a hand on his cheek, laughing. "Clueless, clueless James."

He kissed your hand, scoffing. "You have absolutely no faith in me."

"Not true. I have so much faith in you. It's just-" The witch walked back through the door, and you whispered. "I'm typically right in these scenarios."

The older woman huffed. "I have one copy."

James grinned, looking down at you with a look that screamed, 'I told you so.' "We'll take it."

"Very well." She walked over to the register. "That'll be one galleon."

James handed over the money, taking the book. "Thank you very much."

She nodded, obviously wanting to be rid of him. "Have a good day."

You pulled him out of the shop before the witch combusted.

Fred hooked his arm around James's shoulders, obviously drunk. "Jamie, Jamie. You got a good one."

He laughed at his cousin. "Thank you, Freddie."

"I mean it."

"I know Freddie."

You giggled at the two, leaning your head on Roxanne's shoulder. "They're hilarious."

"Don't let them hear that." Roxanne scoffed. "They already think they're Merlin's gift to this earth."

You turned around, taking a quick look at Ophelia and Pam, who were trailing behind the entire group. "Any idea what's going on there?"

Roxanne shrugged. "Not entirely, but something definitely happened this summer."

You nodded. "No doubt about it."

In your opinion, the light dusting of snow on the ground was the perfect amount. It wasn't enough to soak through your shoes and make your feet cold, but it was enough to make it feel like winter. It crunched when you walked, and most importantly, it was peaceful.

"Love!" You looked up, smiling at James.

"Yes, my darling?"

Roxanne groaned.

James left his cousin, and Roxanne walked up to her brother. He hooked an arm around your waist, halting your steps. "I love you."

You grinned, nuzzling your face into his chest for warmth. "You're making me blush."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" He laughed. "People will think you like me."

"Let them think what they want." You looked up. "I do like you."

He nodded, blush forming on his cheeks as well. "I know, love."

"I like you so much that I'm going to give you a headstart."

He tilted his head. "For?"

"Snowball fight, Potter." You grinned. "You and me. No magic."

"You're going to lose." He smirked, kissing the tip of your nose. "You sure?"

"Oh, I'm sure." You laughed. "You're going down, Potter."

You broke away from his hold, giggling. "No mercy." Kneeling, you formed a snowball as quickly as you could before throwing it at James's face. He gasped, the snow melting from the warmth of his skin.

"You're going to regret that love."

You ran forward, using Pamela as a shield. "What are you doing Y/N-" A snowball collided with the back of her head, and she laughed. "Oh, it's on Potter!"

James winced. "That wasn't meant for you!"

"Too late!" Pamela was already forming a snowball. Fred ran to his cousin's side.

"Don't worry, Jamie, I'll help you." He glared playfully at Y/N. "Someone obviously doesn't love you enough to protect you."

You laughed, throwing a snowball at the Gryffindor. "Don't put words in my mouth, Fred Weasley!"

Ophelia giggled. "I think I'll sit this out."

Roxanne handed a snowball to you. "Let's do this."

James groaned. "That's not fair. Roxie's a great shot."

Fred gasped, looking over at his cousin like he'd been betrayed. "Jamie?"

"You know what I meant, Freddie."

Fred shook his head. "I don't think I do." He began to walk over to the girls, and James yelled. "Fred, come on!"

You laughed, crossing your arms. "Looks like you're on the losing side, Potter. Want to give up?"

He shook his head. "Never."

Your breath could be seen thanks to the cold. Shivering, you glared at your boyfriend. "Fantastic idea James. Now I'm freezing."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, so now that you're cold, it's my idea?" You nodded, and he laughed. "Fine. You do know we have spells that fix that?"

You nodded once more. "I know."

He put his arm around your shoulders, and you sighed, instantly warming. "How clever."

"Thank you." You smirked. They clambered into the castle, sighing in relief from the warmth. You two, however, walked further down the hall, away from your friends.

"Oi!" They turned around, and Fred crossed his arms. "Where are you both going?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know."

He rolled his eyes. "Obviously, that's why I'm asking."

"I'll be up in a bit, Fred." James waved his cousin off. "You'll be fine." Taking James's hand in yours, you practically pulled him towards the kitchens.

"How do you know how to get in here?"

You smiled. "I figured it out myself, thank you very much." Reaching your hand out, you lightly tickled the pear on the painting. The wall folded in on itself, and they walked through. "I always come down here when I-" You stopped. "Jones?"

A figure sat in the chair and froze. A blonde girl stood up, wiping tears from her cheeks. "Edwards, happy holidays."

James tilted his head. "How do you two know each other?"

"Edmund Nott introduced us." You stepped forward, concern etched on your face. "Are you alright, Juliet?"

The Slytherin nodded. "I'm fine."

You crossed your arms. "Just crying for fun, I suppose?"

'Jones' nodded. "I'll leave. Sorry for the intrusion."

"Jones..."

The younger girl walked quickly past James and out of the kitchen. He looked back at you, the same worried look on your face as before. "What year is she?"

"Same as Albus."

"Ah." James laughed, sitting down in the large leather seats. "That's the infamous Jones."

You nodded. "The very same."

"Albus talks about how aggravating she is all the time," he murmured. "I'm getting aggravated with him, to be honest."

You smiled. "I'm sure it's very annoying hearing your brother constantly talk about someone."

He scoffed. "Are you talking about me?"

You nodded, smirking. "Now, cocoa or cider?"

James laughed. "Cocoa, please."

You approached the kitchen counter, conjuring them both up a steaming mug. You sat them down on the end table, staring at the fire. "I'm sorry, James."

He raised his eyebrows. "What reason would you have to be sorry?"

You looked over at him, her eyes glassy. "I'm the reason we weren't together this entire time."

He shook his head, grabbing your hands in his. "You need to stop dwelling on the past. We're together now, yeah? That's all that matters."

"But-"

"Edwards, if you don't stop, I will kiss you."

You laughed. "Oh no. Please don't!"

He nodded. "That's what I thought." He looked back at the fire. "Don't worry; next time you get spooked, I'm not letting you go."

"Good." You smiled, kissing the back of his hand. "I'm holding you to it."

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cowgurrrl · 10 months ago

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Lavender Girl

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: A field trip [4.7k]

Warnings: financial stress, school fight, June once again introduces an ex, having a muse is creepy and weird, flirting that’s not flirting but it’s not not flirting, June putting her art history knowledge to work

Most days, you're a good teacher. A teacher that students want to eat lunch with or inadvertently include in their silly TikToks. Most days, you're patient and kind and only have to raise your voice a handful of times, if only to be heard over the blanket volume level of teenage conversation. Today is not one of those days. "Guys!" You yell, pausing the music on your computer and turning to look at your class, obviously annoyed. "We're supposed to be talking about Picasso. I don't know why I'm hearing so much conversation about lunch." It's a lie. There was a fight between two students at lunch. It'd also been the topic of conversation in the teacher's lounge, but still.

"Miss, we already talked about Picasso!" One of your kids bemoans, and you raise your eyebrows at them.

"So, if I asked you right now, you could tell me what historical event his painting Guernica is supposed to depict?" You ask. The entire class goes silent as you wait for a response that never comes, and you sigh. "Please, do your work."

The day started with getting yet another email from another gallery, this time from down south, telling you they loved your work but not enough to showcase or buy it. Then, a text from your manager letting you know that paychecks will be late because of technical issues with the system, even though you're already beyond broke. Then, a sad text from Andie about how she's feeling homesick and misses you and wishes you could get on a plane to come see her. Then, to top it all off, an email from your ex, Henry, popped up the second you pulled into the school.

Hey, long time, no talk! I hope you're doing well. I wanted to reach out and let you know I've got an exhibition going up later next week and wanted to invite you to the opening. It's about-

You didn't read any further, anger and a wave of past emotions drowning you before you could. You and Henry were together all throughout college. You met during a freshman art class and were inseparable after that. He was tall, sensitive, and had a penchant for listening to country music when he worked, leading to many delirious nights spent crooning to Emmy-Lou Harris together. He surprised you with new paint and spontaneous trips to scenic parts of Texas to fuel your inspiration. You were happy for a long time. You even thought you'd marry him at one point. He wanted to be the next young, groundbreaking artist, making you his muse, no matter how many times you tried to assure him you were also an artist. Your work would go up in galleries and exhibitions, and everyone in your small program would gossip about the two of you. "He's so talented. It's insane," you heard one of your classmates say once. "And she's so beautiful."

The compliment dug under your skin and stayed there as your relationship failed. You didn't want to be a muse anymore. You stopped letting him paint you in various states of undress and started asking for more alone time to work on your own stuff. You went from being the perfect, polished doll he could position however he wanted and started living in your paint-stained jeans and old, ratty shirt. You started arguing more and more, first about little things like why he left his paint water cups everywhere, and then about big things like your decision to pursue teaching and the "inspiration" he found in an impressionable freshman. He suddenly moved out after graduation without a word, leaving you to nurse your wounds in a half-empty apartment for the rest of your lease, and you hadn't heard from him until this morning.

There's something more than the sting of hearing from him all these years later that bothers you. You're a high school art teacher struggling to make ends meet, and he's doing exactly what he set out to do. He's getting his work in front of his eyes and receiving praise for it. "Why do you wanna be a teacher when you can just be an artist?" He asked you one morning as you studied for your certification exams. "Or, at least, an artist's wife."

"And what if I'm not good at that?" You asked. "Then what? I'm just supposed to be your muse for the rest of my life? Have kids to fuel someone else's inspiration and have no time for my own work? Wither away while you go on to make art and give talks and become a cynic? Fuck that."

You stand by what you said, even all these years later, but there is an irony in that, even as a teacher, you don't have time to do your own work. Still, fuck that. The bell rings and signals the end of another class, and you quickly stand as students start packing up their stuff. "Okay, guys. Remember, your art history essay is due in two weeks! I'm excited to read all about everything you've learned since we started this unit. I love you, and please make good choices." You announce, hoping that at least some of them are listening to you, as they spill out of the classroom and the next students stream in. Ellie's sweet face is a welcome reprieve when she walks in.

"Hey Bellie! How's your day going, kiddo?" You ask, and she smiles. You'll swear up and down all day that you don't have favorite students, but if you did, Ellie would be one of them.

"Good. I have my signed permission slip for the art club field trip." She says. After your experience with Joel outside the bar, you couldn't sleep and knocked out all the field trip paperwork before falling asleep on your couch. But you weren't safe from his lips and broad shoulders, even in your subconscious.

"Oh, my hero! I've been meaning to remind everyone about those. Thanks for getting that in so quickly." You say as she hands the paper to you, Joel's scribbly signature at the bottom. Somehow, you're not surprised that the box indicating he wants to be a chaperone is ticked. "Perfect. Your dad knows when the field trip is?"

"Yeah. He wrote it down on his calendar and everything." She says, rolling her eyes fondly, and you laugh.

"Well, good, because I'm gonna need all the help I can get when I'm dealing with you guys."

"Hey!" She feigns offense as the bell rings, signaling the end of the passing period, and the last of your students comes running in. Ellie takes her seat near the front, and you grab your silly, colorful pointer to talk about Guernica, which is still proudly displayed on the board. After a quick art history lesson, you release them to work on the projects they've been working on for a week now. They still have a few more days before it's due, so more than half of them are slacking off quietly, which you're fine with. As long as you get a finished assignment at the end, they can do whatever they want.

You play quiet music as they work to help them focus and answer some emails. One email that catches your attention is from the parent of one of your students, Dalton, who's an amazing football player but is less than passionate about art, to say the least. You emailed his dad to let him know he was missing some assignments and could still turn them in late for only a slight penalty, but if he turns in nothing at all, you'll have no choice but to fail him. You also CC'd the football coach so he'd know the academic standing of one of his star players. Needless to say, you've been subject to a few not-so-nice emails from all parties involved.

Once you're done firing off another round of emails, you decide to step away from your computer so you don't have to see the next reply until absolutely necessary. Walking around the room to answer questions, give opinions, or just hear what's happening in students' lives always makes you feel better. In one period, you helped a handful of students put the finishing touches on their projects, heard the latest gossip, and talked one of your girls out of sending a nasty text to the boy who just broke her heart. And they say teachers aren't important.

The second you get a little bit of peace during your planning period, your phone buzzes with a notification. Given all the notifications and messages you've received today, you're hesitant to even pull it out of your pocket. But curiosity wins, and you open your phone to find a text from an unsaved number.

Is there anything I should bring to the field trip? Snacks, gum, alcohol?

You laugh to yourself and start typing a message back.

Alcohol won't be necessary, but it might be good to bring some lunch and a few snacks. I think we're gonna try to have a picnic or something at the museum.

Yes, ma'am.

You still feeling up to chaperone? Teenagers are no joke.

Do I need to remind you that I've raised two? I think I can handle a few more.

Oh, I can't wait to see this.

It can't be that hard, right?

On the day of the field trip, it turns out to be that hard. The only adults accompanying twenty teenagers to the museum are you and Joel. They're excited to be out of school and doing something new, but you can feel your migraine starting before you even get on the bus. Thankfully, the ride to the museum (and the traffic) calms them down, and they're more manageable by the time you arrive. A curator meets you outside the front doors and begins by walking your group through the outdoor sculptures, giving a little bit of history of the museum and the pieces themselves. The kids ask insightful questions and take turns snapping photos or even sketching a rough outline of the piece before moving on to the next. You stay at the front of the group while Joel manages the middle and back, silencing kids with a stern look. You fight a smile when you catch him and Ellie lingering at a sculpture, whispering to each other before he urges her forward and takes a sweet picture of her smiling in front of it.

After the initial walk of the grounds, you stop to have lunch in a sunny garden and listen to the kids gush about their favorite part so far and what paintings they're most excited to see inside.

"Miss, what's your favorite thing here?" Kayla asks.

"I like Dream Village by Chagall. If you find it before me, you'll have to let me know." You say. "Do you have a favorite?"

"Not yet. Maybe I'll find it today." Kayla says.

"I like that attitude!"

"Kissass." Jacob coughs, and you both give him a look. You can feel Joel's eyes burning a hole in the back of your head as you stare at Jacob.

"What's my policy?"

"Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Yep." You say, and he sighs.

"You can be anything you want to be, but you're not allowed to be a dick." He mumbles.

"Exactly. So, please, be nice," you say as you fish around in your lunch box for something. "Here, have a cookie. It might help make you feel a little better." He mutters a little thanks and unwraps it, already in a better mood after one bite, and you smile.

"You just carry around cookies, waiting for a kid to be in a bad mood?" Joel asks, and you turn to look at him. He's wearing a plain blue t-shirt and jeans with sunglasses sitting atop his head, but you think it might be your favorite thing he's worn in your presence. You like it when he wears color.

"It was my cookie, but he needs it more than I do," you shrug. "Besides, things like that are a great morale booster. It's hard to be grumpy when you've got something sweet."

"I'm inclined to agree with you." He quips a little too smoothly, his eyes flicking across your face and down to your lips, and you feel your cheeks getting hot. Thankfully, all the kids have returned to their own conversations and couldn't care less about what the Adults are talking about.

"You're relentless." You whisper.

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispers back, and you sigh. If you were a stronger or better person, you might be able to think fast enough to come up with a response, but you're not. So, you just look at him and rack your brain for something to say but come up empty. "That's what I thought." He smiles and offers you his sweating Dr. Pepper can as a peace offering. You roll your eyes at his smug look but take a sip anyway.

Once everyone is done eating, you all stand and make your way into the museum lobby, the kids already chattering about what they want to see.

"Okay, you guys are free to roam but please, please, please remember that you're representing not only the school but also me. Be respectful and kind, and please don't act like you've never been in public before, okay? Go, be free." You say before the kids split off into their little groups with their obligatory activity in hand. Ellie stays near Joel, only a little shy, until Kayla turns around suddenly and waves her on.

"Ellie, c'mon!" She says. Ellie takes a few steps in her direction before turning to look back at Joel.

"Go. I'll be okay." He says.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Now go. Have fun." She doesn't need any more encouragement after that and skitters off with the rest of the kids, leaving you and Joel alone in the atrium.

"She's doing really well." You tell him even though he can clearly see for himself.

"Thanks to you."

"All I did was give her a push."

"Take the credit. You deserve it." He says, his lips pulling into that award-winning smile.

You fall into silence as you walk through the different galleries, Joel never too far behind you. Sometimes, he'll start at the opposite end of the room and work his way down until you meet in the middle, making a deliberate effort to bump your shoulder or hand as he passes. Other times, he'll stay right next to you, and, for some reason, it doesn't bother you. You like being so close to him and feeling his eyes work over the piece like it's a puzzle he doesn't quite know how to work. When he can't stand the quiet anymore, he'll whisper a question to you about the artist or the history, his breathing fanning out across your neck and making the hair there stand on end.

After moving through a big part of the museum together, you and Joel end up at the same painting as the dull hum of voices fills the space between you. You smile to yourself, practically hearing him trying to find something to say as he stands there and observes how the lines of bright colors follow each other. Some are stark and almost resemble lightning in how they move around the canvas, but others are muted, blended together with careful precision and patience. It's hard to imagine what West Texas could've been like in 1953, but this makes it a little easier.

"What's this one supposed to mean?" Joel mumbles, leaning ever so conspicuously into you.

"I can't tell you." You mumble back, and he finally turns to look at you head-on. You meet his eyes with an amused smile, and he shakes his head at you.

"You're really not gonna tell me?"

"I can't tell you what art is supposed to mean to you. I can't tell anyone that."

"But, you're a teacher."

"If you're asking me for an art history lesson, I'd be happy to help, but that's about all I can do for you."

"'S cruel and unusual punishment."

"If art and culture are cruel and unusual punishment, why'd you sign up to chaperone?"

"Maybe I wanted to see my friend," he says, bumping you with his shoulder, and you laugh a little too hard. "What? We can't be friends? Is there a school policy against that, too?"

"Nope, no school policy. I just," You pause and revel in how enraptured he looks at every movement, pause, and breath you take. "I already have friends, so..."

"Oh, and you're 'fraid of bein' too popular?"

"Famously." You say, and he chuckles next to you. You go back to staring at the painting quietly with him so close you can feel his body heat. You're the one to break this time, knocking him with your shoulder to get his attention again. You didn't need to. When you glance at him, you see his focus is on you, not the painting. "It's Texas. Canyon, to be more precise. Up by Amarillo where there's nothing but cattle and desert. O'Keeffe taught out there for a few years and wanted to paint something that showed how big the West is. It's supposed to make you feel like you're two feet tall and seeing the sky for the first time. For her, it might've been the first time in a long time she'd gotten to see a sunset that big. So, she painted it so other people could enjoy sunsets like that. It's like a love letter."

"How d'you do that?" He asks once you're finished explaining, and you furrow your eyebrows.

"Do what?"

"Make little things seem so beautiful." He answers easily, like you asked him what color the sky is. You don't know what to say. What are you supposed to say to something like that?

"'S just what art does." You shrug and break away from his gaze to look at the painting, if only to not feel him staring into your soul.

"No, it's what you do to it. 'S why those kids love you so damn much. You make everythin' feel like a masterpiece, even the little things." He's not flirting. He's not trying to persuade you to do one thing over another. He's genuine and heartfelt. You swear you would start crying if you had a little less sleep. You take a deep breath and lean into him for half a second, just enough to feel his body against yours, before standing upright again.

"Thank you."

"It's what friends are for," he says, leaning into you in return. "I should make sure they haven't seized the museum or anythin'."

"Oh, I can do it. You're a guest."

"And you work too hard," he stops you. "Take a break and enjoy what you love. The world won't end if you take some time for yourself." If ever there were awards to be given out for sweet talking, you think Joel Miller would win all of them.

"Okay," you say, and he walks behind you to move on to the next section. "You really wanna be my friend?" You ask before he can fully pass behind you, looking at him over your shoulder. He smiles devastatingly, light sparkling in his eyes, and nods.

"I really wanna be your friend." He says softly, his voice low and rumbling in his chest. He lingers for a second or two before finally making his way to the group of students, leaving you to scrutinize the painting you've been staring at for God knows how long.

The day crawls to an uneventful close, with you forcing all the students to take a picture in front of the museum for the yearbook. Joel takes your phone out of your hand and all but pushes you in the photo, and your students lovingly welcome you into their little group. In exchange, you grab Joel's phone and take cute pictures of him and Ellie for their own memories. They smile almost identically, and Ellie makes a fake annoyed face when Joel kisses her temple. Your fingers brush against each other when you hand it back, and for a second, you can feel the callouses from his job. It feels like unlocking a new piece of him or a new quirk.

Too bad this isn't a date. Too bad nothing can ever come of this. Too bad you had to meet this way. Too bad. Too bad.

The ride home is quiet and full of the clinking of backpacks and new souvenirs. When you get to the school, parents are waiting in the parking lot with fast food dinners and excited ears to hear all about their days. Almost everyone immediately slinks home, tired and happy, before you can even get close to the school doors. Almost everyone. Joel and Ellie help you carry your backpack and some things you bought for teaching purposes at the museum into your classroom. The school is virtually deserted, and you return to your room to find all the lamps flipped off and mostly positive notes from the sub.

"Dad, what are we gonna do for dinner?" Ellie groans as you sit in your chair and open your email quickly before you can pack up the rest of your stuff. Their dinner debate becomes background noise as you find your inbox full of annoyed messages from Dalton's parents, coaches, and even Principal Martinez regarding his grades. Under all that vitriol sits Henry's half-read message about his gallery opening, and you feel the perfect bubble of your day burst around you. Joel and Ellie seem to realize it because they're both quiet when you tune back into their conversation, and you turn in your chair to look at them.

"Are you okay?" Ellie asks, and you snap out of it, putting on your best teacher everything-is-fine face.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just some emails. It's not important." You wave her off, but Joel isn't so easily convinced. He thinks for a second before pulling his keys out of his pocket and handing them to Ellie.

"Go get some practice driving." He says, jerking his head toward the door, and Ellie's eyes light up.

"Really?!"

"Just bring the car to the front, and don't hit anything!" He says, but she's already taken off with the keys and her stuff in an excited whirlwind. You laugh at her enthusiasm, and Joel leans against one of the desks near you, crossing his arms in front of him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Your whole face fell when you opened that computer."

"It's nothing."

"If we're gonna be friends, you're gonna have to tell me if somethin's wrong otherwise I can't help you." He says, and you fight a smile.

"I don't know how you're gonna help me with this one." You say. He bumps your foot with his and gives you a pleading look. Big brown eyes on men like him should be illegal, you think.

"Talk to me." He begs quietly, and you take a deep breath.

"When I was in college, I dated this guy. He was an artist, too, and we were like the little power couple of our program. Things ended kinda badly and abruptly, and I hadn't heard from him since graduation until last week when he invited me to his gallery opening. I really don't want to go alone because, honestly, I haven't been able to get anything showcased in years, and I'm embarrassed. Plus, he broke my heart and made me feel like shit for a few years." You can't stop the words from falling from you once the dam is broken, but Joel doesn't flinch.

"Well, you've got friends to go with, right?"

"I do," you say. "But I want to invite you."

"Oh." He says, seemingly unintentionally.

"Oh." You repeat. "You can say no. I just thought... since we're friends and all now."

"I just... I don't..." he struggles before finally giving in to what he wants to say, what you think he's wanted to say all day. "I don't think I'm smart enough to go to somethin' like that. I don't know anythin' about art. I don't even know how to dress for those kinda things."

"Nobody knows anything about art. Not really, at least. Especially not Henry."

"You do."

"Then I'll stick with you all night and feed you lines about composition or some shit," you say. "And you just wear a nice shirt and some slacks. Maybe a suit jacket if you're feeling snazzy. It's really not as big a deal as people make it seem. We'll go, drink wine, say something about the colors, play nice, and then we'll leave. I'll have you home by 9:30. Earlier if you really hate it that much." He rolls his neck like he's rattling something around in his head or thinking about your offer, and all you can do is watch him and the way his Adam's apple pressing against the delicate skin of his throat. You're convinced he's gonna say no.

"Are you asking me on a date?" He finally asks, and you laugh.

"Not a date."

"Sounds like a date. You even promised to have me home to my girl at a reasonable time."

"Fine, it's a friend date."

"A friend date?" He raises his eyebrows at you, and you nod.

"It's perfectly normal to go on friend dates, Miller. You're just behind on the times."

"Seems like I am. Maybe you can bring me up to speed during the gallery opening?" He says, and your shoulders drop in relief. "I'll pick you up if you agree to help me not look like an idiot."

"You won't look like an idiot."

"Not with you there, I won't." He says, and you want to laugh, but you also want to tear up a little at his kindness. It's been a long week.

"Thank you, Joel. Really. I owe you." You say, and he nods.

"'S my pleasure," he says. For a minute, you two just stare at each other in your empty classroom like teenagers with an obvious crush. You think that's what you feel like. You think that's all you'll ever be able to feel for him. "I should go. I've got an impatient teenager waitin' for me."

"Yeah. Go get her some dinner, and I'll text you the details." You say as you stand to walk him out. He stands to his full height, opens his arms, and approaches you. You didn't think you were hugging territory, but as his arms wrapped around you, you couldn't help but hug him back.

"Goodnight." He says into your hair, lingering for another moment before disappearing as fast as he appeared.

"Goodnight," you say. With that, he starts walking to the open door with a smile stuck to his face. "Hey, Joel," you call before he can step over the threshold, and he turns around to look at you. "Art is for everyone, and even if it wasn't, you're more than smart enough to enjoy it."

"Yes, ma'am." He says with a half-salute and a wink before stepping out of your classroom. You let yourself rest against your desk and take a deep breath. Finally, you let yourself pull out your phone and read the rest of Henry's email detailing the time and place of the gallery.

I hope you can come. It would really mean a lot to me. I miss talking to you and even though things ended the way they did, I still love you.

See you soon,

Henry Hall

"Fuck that."

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yume-chin · 8 months ago

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Hey hey! Could i request rise Donnie x reader?

Where reader’s LOVE language is physical touch but since Donnie is not always happy about it they try their best to not cross the line. Till one day they really needed a hug and asked Donnie, Voice breaking a bit, if they can have a hug.

D is Hella confused but allows it

Anon! I'm so sorry! I misread the request and did literally the opposite of what you asked.

To solve this problem I will leave the text as it is but I will also write a second parallel chapter with the real request you made of me.

The initial part will be almost identical to this one, however the ending will respect your request.

I hope you will appreciate both anyway, happy reading.

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Rise Donatello x Reader

જ⁀➴ Here for the alternative chapter

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Request: Yes

Warning: just bad english

Genre: She/her

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Total words: 974

Text words: 836

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Ever since you met Donnie, your boyfriend, you've been fighting your habits.

You have always been an extremely affectionate girl, fond of hugs and walking holding hands with the other person.

All this gives you energy and happiness, the joy of feeling the other person's skin in contact with yours, feeling their warmth and the tranquility that they transmit to you through touch.

All this was like oxygen for you. Or at least I thought so until you met your current boyfriend Donatello.

From the first moments of your acquaintance he immediately told you that he wasn't comfortable with physical contact and this left you particularly surprised, and at the same time disappointed.

You, a person who loves physical contact, would have had to completely change your habits for us to create any sort of discomfort for your boyfriend.

Not that it destroyed you, let's be clear, you would do anything not to make him feel bad and respect his wishes, but it's still difficult to keep your love for physical contact in check.

However, you tried in every possible way not to hug or caress him except when he specifically asked you to.

It was difficult at first, but over time you got used to it.

You had started to appreciate the company much more when you were in the same room talking or simply when he asked you to keep him company while he worked on some new invention of his.

Every time he asked you to follow him to the laboratory and keep him company your heart exploded with pure joy.

You entered the room and sat on a chair next to him, carefully watching everything he did.

And even if it didn't seem like much to you, to Donnie it was the most important form of love you could give him.

The simple fact that you were there to keep him company, getting curious about what he was doing and occasionally asking about the two creations, made him understand how much you cared about him and how much you wanted to get closer to his world unlike his family.

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Today too was a day like any other, you had finished class and immediately headed towards the turtles' den.

As soon as you arrived you were greeted by a super enthusiastic Mikey who immediately ran towards you to hold you in a super hug.

Not seeing Donnie around, you thought he was busy with one of his inventions, which is why you decided to only mention your presence.

You approached the door of his laboratory and knocked -Donnie, I've arrived, if you need me I'm here, I love you-

Immediately afterwards you went back to Mikey who in the meantime had also been joined by Leo and Raph.

The four of you remained chatting about this and that.

You had talked about your school day while the three turtles had talked about their last patrol.

As you continued talking, however, suddenly Donnie came out with a more tired face than usual.

You had looked at him with concern but instead of speaking he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside his laboratory.

Once he entered and closed the door however, he released your hand to return to his chair.

Not understanding exactly what was happening, you approached your boyfriend -Donnie, what's going on?- you tilted your head to try to look him in the eyes, but without succeeding.

Instead of getting an actual response you only managed to hear a small huff from the boy.

-Donnie, if you don't tell me what's wrong I can't help you...- you gently place a hand on his shoulder trying to give him a minimum of tranquility to make him talk.

Unfortunately, however, there was no response.

Now totally lost in worry with both hands you grabbed the soft shell turtle's face and turned it towards you so that your gazes met.

-Donnie, I know you need your space but I'm here, I'm your girlfriend and I want to help you. I'm worried. It hurts me to see the person I love in this state, so please, tell me what's wrong- you caress his cheeks with your thumbs.

Viola remained there looking at you with slightly shining eyes and finally, with a trembling and uncertain voice, she opened her mouth -c-can I have a hug...?-

Your heart skipped a beat for fear of not having fully understood what you had just been asked.

However, as soon as you realized that those words had really come out of Donnie's mouth you smiled sweetly -Of course you can love-

You pulled him into a big hug and he seemed to melt.

His muscles, which until a moment before were stiff, had softened and held you in that embrace.

Donnie sighed and seemed to calm down.

-Donnie, remember that you can always count on me-

He nodded in response but didn't say anything, he just remained there, enjoying that embrace full of love and tranquility.

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I want to remind you that requests are open, feel free to write to me if you have any kind of idea ♡

A big hug ♡

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idontplaytrack · 8 months ago

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all the things that could go wrong

Janis ‘Imi’ike x physically disabled fem!reader

Warnings: pet/nicknames, internalised homophobia, arguing, mentions/descriptions of violence, mentions of reader’s disability, mentions of alcohol consumption…(rollercoaster of emotions incoming)

In which lol I don’t know how to summarise this. except: “If this is the happiest I've ever been, why do I feel so afraid of it?”

“Y/N!” Janis screamed, chasing you.

You only ran further, as fast as your feet could carry you. “Y/N, stop!”

You knew your efforts were futile when you felt her grip on your wrist. Of course she’d catch up to you. What were you thinking? Showing up at her door?

“I’m sorry, Janis.” You gave up running, “I don’t know what came over to me but here I am, at your door.”

She looked at you, very confused- it was as though you had posed her with the toughest question ever. “What…?”

You knew why- she asked you to come over to have a night in, but instead that plan just unraveled. She kissed you, and things got a little handsy, but you simply couldn't get past the mental hurdle of being with a girl. “If this is the happiest I’ve ever been, why do I feel so afraid of it?”

Age 7, you thought Tori Vega was really pretty. But also thought that Beck Oliver was cute. You didn't tell anyone and let that be your little secret.

Age 9, you let that slip. You told a friend and she called you a weirdo for liking both a guy and a girl. That same year, the friend Mabel mentioned it at your birthday party and everyone heard it. They laughed it off, saying that your friend was just joking. But it wasn't a joke, and your Mom told you it was wrong and you took it to heart.

Age 10, you found yourself having crazy swarms of butterflies in your stomach whenever this girl in your class talked to you. Her name was Dawn, and she was your only friend for the next few years because ever since your party a year ago, Mabel made sure to tell everyone your little secret. And no one wanted to be your friend anymore. You were lucky to have Dawn. You didn't tell her about the butterflies, though.

Age 14, High school started. You moved to Illinois, and said goodbye to Dawn. She was sad to see you leave, but promised to talk to you everyday. At North Shore High, you met Janis- and her best friend Damian, who almost immediately took you in to join them. You became a part of their trio. While the school feared her, calling her a threat to students' safety, you did not. She was nice to you and you felt safe and protected. Life seemed pretty good. Until summer rolled around, and you started spending more time with Janis. The butterflies in your stomach made their presence known, and very aggressively. You were falling for your best friend, fast and hard.

Age 15, Sophomore year began and Damian notices the closeness. However, you didn't know that and neither did Janis. He also didn't say a thing, not wanting to assume, nor interfere. Life went on as usual, except your crush on Janis kept growing with each day. Over thanksgiving break, you had your wisdom teeth removed. All four of them were impacted, so they had you go under and get them removed. Janis came by to spend time with you every single day for two weeks- much to your mother’s dismay. But Janis knew she wouldn’t say a thing, because your mother was also afraid of Janis. She could see her protectiveness over you. (She’s also heard of the bunsen burner incident)

Age 16, Janis asks you out to the Winter Ball. You agreed, it was a lot of fun- she made you laugh until you cried. Lingering touches, holding your hand, her hand on your shoulder, her hands squeezing your cheek as she said, ‘you’re adorable’. You laughed it off, looking away as you blushed. She teases you for it. But you know she meant it not in a negative way. Christmas, your parents were out of town and Janis invites you and Damian over for Christmas dinner. Damian hung out for awhile then went home, you spent the night. You two sat in her bed watching Home Alone, which you completely forgot about when you feel her hand on your thigh, traveling upwards on your side to your face. Janis leans in dangerously close and the two of you nearly kiss. The night ended awkwardly after you told her you couldn’t do it, with Janis feeling disappointed and you feeling conflicted.

Age 17, when the clock struck midnight, signaling the start of a new year, Janis was standing before you, holding your hands in her own. As fireworks went off in the distance, she captures your lips into her own. With the help of a drink or two in each of you. ‘Happy birthday’, she says, ‘and happy new year, y/n.’ And her lips were quickly back on yours, what felt like fireworks went off in your chest, making its way down your spine. This was your new little secret- this kiss you shared. It was like a dream come true, little you would always dream of experiencing one day but then learnt it was impossible because of what people around you all said. But Janis, she made the world seem fine. Then, Regina George’s Burn Book joined the mix along with a certain redhead by the name of Cady Heron. That new year concluded tumultuously - every one got mean. The book called Damian ‘almost too gay to function’, Janis a ‘pyro lez’, and you ‘the queer one to fear’. Along with a picture of you and Janis kissing at new years, two photos of you kissing a fellow cast-mate in two separate school plays. When everything blew over, Cady flirted with Janis which left a sour taste in your mouth. You were jealous, but you didn’t say a thing. You couldn’t. Janis did- rejecting her, telling her she had her eyes on someone else. You were hoping she meant you.

Age 18, Janis couldn’t care less about whatever shit went down in school. It was you and Damian with her, against the world. It was your birthday and she took you to the park for a quiet picnic, handing you a small bouquet of beautiful roses. She confessed. You do the same, both a rambling mess. Pushing aside the feelings of disgust you had for yourself for feeling this way, for being in love with a girl. Until you couldn’t. On this warm spring day, the heat made you feel like it was burning you to a crisp, coupled with the strong emotions you were feeling…

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, in the spur of the moment her words flew out harshly, piercing your ears and your heart. You couldn’t say anything now, with that painful lump in your throat, your anxiety causing the skin all over your body to feel as though it was being pricked, or burned. You squirmed uncomfortably both at the anxiety-induced skin burning sensation, and for Janis to free you from her grip. You knew she didn’t mean it. She’d never lay a hand on you, she’s never done that ever. You wanted to snap her out of it, to tell her it was you that she was talking to. But you couldn’t, all you could manage were pathetic little cries that quickly turned into sobs before your knees buckled and you fell like a child in Janis’ front yard. The thud snaps her out of it, everything you said. Everything you’ve ever said, or not. Everything you’ve ever done, or haven’t. They all rushed through her mind, giving her a slideshow that allowed her to understand just what it was that was causing this…meltdown.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me…I get it. I get it…that internalised homophobia you’re dealing with, because of what people around you taught you growing up.” She sits down with you on the prickly grass. She cups your cheeks, wiping the tears away. “You’ll be okay with time, be gentle with yourself. It’s okay to do what you want, feel what you feel, love who you love. You are your own person. You are not your Mother, not your old friend Mabel, you are not those little fuckers at school talking about people behind their backs.�� She spoke, a small sigh at the end.

You could only sniffle, as you looked her in the eye. Her gaze was soft, and loving. A complete three-sixty from the fierce, intimidating gaze she shows the world. The one she shows to the jocks who made fun of you, for your height, for your weight, for having a limp, for having scars from surgeries that improved your mobility…your life. Strangers.

Janis continued to speak, “I love you, and you know that. But I want you to remember that, and I won’t stop reminding you until one day. That all goes away, what’s in your head- that voice…it will become so small one day it will sound like nothing. And what matters is…we have each other. To conquer whatever comes our way, wherever life takes us. Because, baby…you are the strongest person I’ve ever known in my entire life. And that will never change.”

Upon hearing her words, your natural reaction was to cry harder. Her whole frame shook as she took you into her arms. Janis’ head whipped around, looking at a concerned neighbour. “She’s okay, Mrs. Alvarez. We’re just having a moment.” The woman says an ‘okay’ and was on her way.

“You’re okay, hmm?” Her hands held the side of your head against her chest, her head resting on your own. You hear her sniffle. “You’re okay. We’re okay. Everything’s okay, baby.”

She stayed with you in this position until you’d fully calmed down, swatting away any insects or even butterflies, that you were afraid of. “Okay, you ready to get up, lovey?” She asks you softly, breaking away from the embrace slowly just in case you didn’t want to get up. Because…let’s face it- she’d sit here with you all day if you wanted to. That was Janis for you. Your Janis. She’d give you the world if you wanted it…

“Yeah.” You managed to tell her shakily, “Yeah.” Finally pulling away from her chest, you were met with her face, tear streaks on her cheeks and watery eyes. She’d cried. And she didn’t hide it. Something she’s never done before. Janis contemplated between holding out her hands so she could pull you up, and letting you stand up on your own. She chose the latter, then wrapped her arms around you again, smooching you on the cheek. “Okay?” She watched you cautiously. “Mhm.” You sniffed, the phlegm in your throat causing a coughing fit after you spoke that nearly made you retch. She rubs your back, “Let’s go get you a drink.”

You were back in her house. She leads to you kitchen and sat you down at the table, opening the fridge door so you could see the drink choices. You shook your head. “How about some tea, then? Would you like that?” She suggested, shutting the door. Janis then walked over to her pantry and pulled out a bunch of different little boxes that contained a variety of different teas. It looked a little comical, her holding them all in her arms then putting them on the table for you. You chuckled, then smiled. Then she smiled, relieved to see that after the literal buckets of tears you’d wept outside. You looked at your options and soon picked one out, picking up the green Lipton box and handed it to her. Janis took it from you and placed it on the kitchen counter, proceeding to fill the electric kettle with some water to boil. Then, she got out your favourite mug. While waiting, she returned the other boxes of tea bags to the pantry before sitting with you once again.

“Janis, I- I don’t know what to say except…thank you.” You told her quietly, licking your dry lips but unwillingly tasting the salty tears along with the action. You swallow thickly, avoiding her gaze. Janis’ hand found its way to yours and gave it a squeeze- she didn’t need to say a thing for you to know what it meant. “I love you.” You told her later when you were up in her room. Her face lit up with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen from her. “I love you, so much.” You said again.

That one letter word before the two meant the world to Janis. It was a step toward the right direction for you, and she was so, so happy to hear it.

“I love you, too, sweet girl.”

#lgbtqia #wlw #queer #mean girls 2024 #auli’i cravalho #janis ‘imi’ike #wlw fanfic #x reader #female reader #reader insert #Spotify #disabled reader #cady heron #damian hubbard

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lucy90712 · 4 months ago

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hey can u write angst with fermin?

I moved to Barcelona a few months ago but I've been so busy that I've barely explored the city my days have consisted of going to classes then going to my internship with a big law firm and then on the weekends I'm also at my internship as I truly want to learn as much as possible about what it's like to be a lawyer. Today however I actually have a day off so I'm going to explore all the tourist attractions in Barcelona and take in the city I now live in. My friends and coworkers have given me recommendations so my schedule is packed today but that's how I like things to be I love being busy.

The first places I was told to visit was camp nou and the Barcelona training ground so that's where I went. I'm not hugely into football because my ex from a few years ago used to play and we broke up because he wanted to focus on his playing career so I’ve avoided football as not to be reminded of that time. As much as he has put me off football I feel like being here is as good a reason as any to get back into it seeing as the football team is so important to the city. My plan was to just look around as much as I was allowed to but when I arrived at the stadium they were doing tours so I took the opportunity to have a guided tour. The whole place was so cool and they had so many trophies and pictures from history and they had pictures of all the players now most of which I didn't recognise but there was a few that my friends had mentioned to me.

After the tour I was really hungry as the tour took longer than expected so I found a little cafe nearby to stop at. Luckily it wasn't too busy there was only a few people in there and then one guy came in after me. Once I ordered I looked at the guy who walked in behind me and if I had my drink I would've spit it out because I recognised him straight away as one of the Barcelona players on the wall. I couldn't remember which one he was so I frantically searched Instagram then found out his name was Gavi which is one of the players my friends have mentioned as they think he's hot. I can't lie he's definitely attractive but he's a famous footballer so I'll just admire him from a distance. I was minding my own business until Gavi moved closer to me and started talking to me.

"Hi I'm Pablo sorry to disturb you it's just you're so beautiful but I don't recognise you have you recently moved here?" He asked

"Hey I'm y/n I moved here a few months ago but this is my first free day to explore" I said trying not to freak out

"Well I'm glad you chose to come here can I get your number or your Instagram or something and maybe I can show you around at some point" he said

I gave him my number and my Instagram and then we both went on our way.

Fermin's POV

Gavi came into the locker room with the coffee he always gets us both before training but this time he had a big smile on his face bigger than usual. Something had definitely happened before he got here and if I had to guess I think he met a girl that he likes because he has the same smile as the one other time this happened but sadly things didn't work out with his ex.

"What happened at the coffee shop did you meet a girl" I teased him

"I did her name is y/n and god she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen" he said

That name brought back memories as my ex was named y/n. We dated a few years ago now and I broke up with her because I wanted to focus on football but I can't lie I have missed her a lot over the last few years. One of my biggest regrets is breaking things off with her as she was a lovely girl, smart and beautiful but I imagine she has probably almost forgotten about my existence in the three years we've been broke up.

"Here's her Instagram isn't she just so beautiful I want to ask her on a date I just need to figure out what she would like" he said showing me his phone

Instantly I recognised the girl as my y/n. From her posts it's clear that she's moved here for law school and has been working with the biggest law firm in the city which doesn't surprise me at all because she's the smartest person I know. She's also had a major glow up she was gorgeous before but now she might be perfect. I wanted to tell Gavi to back off because she was my ex and I still love her but I can't do that to him or her I can't stop them being happy just because I made a stupid decision. Still I think he should know that we used to date so that I'm not hiding things from him especially if she tells him at some point.

"Oh I know her from back home we dated for a few months but I broke up with her to focus on football" I admitted

"Oh I didn't know you had an ex from back home" he said

"Yeah but it was three years ago so don't worry about it she will have had other boyfriends in the mean time don't let me stop you if you like her" I said trying to sound genuine but it hurt to say

"Thanks man I'm just hoping she doesn't have a boyfriend right now" he joked

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3 weeks later

I've been sat in my car for the last few minutes waiting for Gavi as we are spending the afternoon at my place playing fifa. I saw him approach the car and he had a big smile on his face which he often does but his smile seemed bigger than usual. He sat in the passenger seat still grinning ear to ear which means that something has happened that he's excited about.

"What's going on with you you never smile that much" I said

"I went on my first date with y/n last night and it was amazing and she just text me asking if I'm free tomorrow to go on another date" he said

"That's great man I'm happy for you" I lied

Secretly I was hoping things wouldn't work out between them and they wouldn't get past the talking stage but that was foolish of me. Y/n is a great girl and impossible not to love and Gavi is a good guy too deep down I knew that they would get along really well but part of me hoped it wouldn't be the case. I want to see Gavi happy but it hurts that it's with the girl I'm still in love with. Don't get me wrong I knew y/n would move on but I thought it would be with someone back home not my teammate and best friend but that's probably what I deserve for breaking up with her for purely selfish reasons knowing it would hurt her.

For the rest of the day Gavi didn't stop talking about y/n and how well they get on. He showed me pictures from their date and told me all about the messages they sent to each other. All I was listening to was the stories she told him about her life since I last spoke to her. Just like I thought she would she's turned out to be incredibly successful she always wanted to be a lawyer and now she's here studying law with a full scholarship and an internship with the best law firm in the city who have already got a contract ready for her once she passes the exam to be able to practice law. When we were together she was always focused on studying and being the best she could be and she always wanted to do the things she's doing now and I promised I'd be right there with her when she did but instead I'm hearing about it from my best friend instead.

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1 year later

It has been a long season but a successful one ending with winning the league which feels amazing. To celebrate we are all having a team party at Robert's house all the team and their partners are invited as they've been through the stress of the season with us all. The party started an hour ago which is when everyone was supposed to arrive by but Gavi is yet to turn up. A few of us have text him but got no answer so naturally we started to worry but just as Pedri was about to call someone to see if they knew where he was he arrived with y/n. They have been together officially for 10 months now but she never comes to team events as she's often too busy and Gavi says she doesn't like being around loads of new people which I knew already so it doesn't surprise me. She was clearly nervous as she was hiding behind Gavi and I could tell he was squeezing her hand even from a distance.

"I'm so sorry we're late guys y/n had her graduation this morning and I insisted we go out to lunch with her family to celebrate so it's my fault" gavi explained

"Congrats y/n" Robert said

"I thought you had another year left" Pedri said

"I did but I managed to graduate early as I've done all of my required classes" she explained

"Thats amazing well done" Pedri said

The two of them joined the party not leaving each other's side for a while until y/n came to sit down in the only empty seat which happened to be next to me. We've seen each other a few times in the time she's been dating Gavi but not exchanged anything other than a few words. She never seems bothered by me being around its clear that she doesn't have any feelings towards me anymore like I do for her. I wish I could get over her the way she got over me but I can't because I know it's all my fault.

"Hey congrats on your graduation I always knew you'd be super successful" I said talking to her for the for time since we broke up

"Thank you it's been hard work but completely worth it" she said

"How have you been by the way?" She asked

"I've been good things have been good with the team I'm enjoying playing at Barcelona" I said avoiding the topic of my love life

"How about you?" I asked

"I've been great life has been treating me well I've got a good job lined up and Pablo has been helping me through everything thank you for not being weird about us being together I know you guys are friends and I promise it wasn't my intention to date one of your friends because I'd hate to get between you two" she said

"It's ok I wouldn't want to get between anything if you guys like each other it's not my place to get in the way of that it's been long enough since we were together it doesn't matter anymore" I said

"Still I appreciate how cool you've been with it all" she said getting back up to go and find Gavi

I thought talking to her would make me feel better and I could move on and let her and Gavi be happy while I find someone else but that didn't happen. It just made me wish I could be the one to celebrate all of these things with her I would've loved to have been there at her graduation or be one of the people she called about getting the job she wanted but I'm not that person to her anymore. She used call me first when she got grades back on any exam she took and now I don’t even make the list of people to tell at all and that hurts even if it is because of my actions.

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A few years later

The venue was filled with amazing decorations and people there to celebrate the special day the day that should be a happy one for everyone attending but not for me. Today is the day y/n and Gavi get married this date has been planned for months and I've been trying to ignore it hoping it would go away but here we are. Over the last few years their relationship has blossomed I secretly hoped that they wouldn't last but deep down I knew they were meant for each other. They've done everything together and if I wasn't still in love with y/n I'd admire their relationship and how perfect it is but I can't get over my feelings.

I still remember the day Gavi announced that they were engaged, over our summer break they went away together and he proposed to her on a private beach during the sunrise with a beautiful ring and a bouquet of her favourite flowers. Everyone else was so happy for them but I just sat in the corner of the locker room thinking about how that could've been me and how I let her go. The wedding quickly became the talk of the locker room especially once a date was decided and invites were sent out it was supposed to be a perfect day and so far it has been.

Soon enough everyone was seated and music began to play as everyone entered the venue at the end of the train y/n walked down the aisle with her dad. She looked like an angel her dress was pretty much moulded to her body and her makeup was just perfect. You could've told me she was a model and I would've beloved you she looked that amazing. She had a big smile on her face as she saw Gavi at the other end of the aisle with tears in his eyes which reminded me that I'm just here as a guest and she's not smiling at me. As the ceremony went on their smiles only got bigger and then it got to the part where they say their vows and there I wasn't a dry eye in the room. Most were crying because of how beautiful the words were but I was crying because I was thinking about what I would've said to her or what she would've said to me if it were us in this situation.

Once the ceremony was over I had to find somewhere else to go to get myself together I thought I'd be ok and I would be over my feelings by now but I guess I'm not. If only I'd been brave enough to stay with her when I wanted to focus on football this could've been us. She could've moved to Barcelona with me and then she wouldn't have met Gavi that day in the cafe and who knows where we would've been. It doesn't matter what could've been because it's not going to happen it's time to accept that she will never be mine again and be happy for her and Gavi as they start a life together.

#fermin lopez #fermin x reader #fermin lopez imagine #fermin lopez x reader #fermin lopez imagines #football imagine

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rosegardenofeden · 5 months ago

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Wow trans men suck HARD.

Look the thing here is that I wanna clarify something. I have known a lot of trans men in my life. I've went to school with a lot of them, and a lot of them have been my really good friends. I've shared clothes and classes and community with trans men. And this statement I'm not gonna lie makes me feel a tad weird.

I'm not here to do some "not all men" bullshit. Trans men are as susceptible to the societal trappings and impulses of the patriarchy as cis men. I'm also not here to deny women their feelings to say "I hate men." Hell I think I said that to myself earlier today, I'd be a damn hypocrite if I did.

However. I think it can be a little important to remember that men CAN do better! A lot of them don't. The pickup article is a clear indication of someone who is using his relationship to transness to manipulate and be sexist to women in his community, and it's a really good indication that having had a different-gendered experience growing up does not exempt someone from being a misogynist.

The article in question flattens all trans women into a series of archetypes, treating them like flat caricatures. It does not read like someone who regularly interacts with trans women on an intimate or deep level. A man who bothered to meet and talk to trans women and didn't just look at memes and social media. Someone whose relationship to trans women is honestly shallow. All the pat allusions to "listening to her" unlike "cis men" right next to implications about having gotten her into bed (because it's way easier for trans men to manipulate women into sleeping with them, apparently) read as the type of nonthreatening feminist boy bullshit we all were making fun of years ago.

It's fine, I think, if you as a trans guy wanna woo a trans girl. I think it's good, even, as long as you treat her well, and care about her, and don't act like a goddamn pickup artist around her. It's very possible! It has been done tons of times! T4T relationships are a common thing and can be healing and lovely and wonderful. Just don't use the fact that T4T is "safer" to manipulate people.

Trans men have been my friends far more often than they have been my oppressors. My experience with that is not universal, even though I deeply wish it was.

I don't know if I have some big overarching throughline to end this on. That's my piece I guess.

Post Script: What's with this thing I've seen of like, people who aren't other trans women calling us dolls? Where the fuck did this come from? Is it 1925 again or did I miss that it became acceptable to go up to a gal and call her doll out of nowhere. I'm dating multiple women who are actual dolls and this still weirds me out

#long post

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sae-rins · 2 years ago

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Your Dear Academic Rival

Reo Mikage, Rin Itoshi x Reader (separated)

genre : fluff

Reo Mikage

Upon arriving to school, you sat in your typical location. You take your textbooks and begin reading right away. That is, until you identified Reo Mikage attempting to take a seat next to you. That was the person seated next to you. Your ultimate rival at school.

Then you asked him after giving him a puzzled expression. Why are you seated next to me? I'm not interested in dealing with your obnoxious girlfriends. He took a very long time to respond, but he eventually said. Our teacher teamed us up for a performance task, did you not read her message at the class group chat?

You then apologized and said. I didn’t have time to open my phone, my apologies.

You and your partner went to the library to discuss the assignment as soon as the teacher ended her discussion. You each took the books you needed for the assignment and sat next to one another once more.

While exchanging concepts, you two stared at one another. Reo continued his unending explanations as you started writing them down. The moment you realized Reo had stopped talking and was instead just gazing at you, you came to a stop.

What? You asked him with such an curious expression. Immediately afterward, he said. Nothing. You are really lovely.

Reo, your academic opponent, had just called you "lovely," and you were surprised to hear those words. You cannot, however, pretend that you did not also believe Reo to be incredibly attractive and wealthy. Although being aware of your crush on him, you decided to keep it a secret.

You thought you were way out of Reo's league, and there were plenty of girls who idolized him who were far better compared to you.

But you weren't expecting him to compliment you on your beauty. Was it merely a compliment, or does he have feelings for you? Right now, your head is spinning with ideas.

You didn't even realize you were looking directly at Reo, but he was staring back. He then took hold of your hand. And it jolted you awake. He went on to say.

Please give me a chance. I understand that it may appear that I despise you because we are academic rivals. But deep down, I've always admired you; you're both smart and beautiful. I've been watching you for a long time. I like you, so please accept my recognition.

You were surprised to learn that he liked you. There was no longer any reason to suppress your emotions. You then said, Reo, I may be rude to you at times, but I adore you; I've always admired you, but I assumed I was out of your league. I genuinely like you, Reo.

Itoshi Rin

The wind was cold, blazing through The windows of the school. Your hair sways within the breeze, You did not have a Jacket, Nor did you have any Gloves to protect you from this Cold Weather.

Being Beleaguered, You continue your walk to Your House. Bushes and trees rustling throughout Your Circumjacent.

Focused on your journey home, you did not notice Rin beside you.

Rin has always infuriated you. He's been your academic rival for ages, but because you're neighbors, you often see one another when you're on your way home. It's always awkward, but you try to strike up a conversation all the time.

Hey Rin.

Yeah?

Why are you so hostile toward me? You stare at me like I'm some hideous creature.

I don't hate you; I just appear to be like that.

Oh.

Rin was simply breathtaking. If looks could kill, he would have killed you long ago; you think he's charming but wouldn't allow yourself to admit it because the manner in which he stares at you as if you're a creature prevents you from confessing to him. You were afraid of being rejected by him.

Rin began to notice your hands shivering a bunch. Because your jacket was too short to reach your hands, you began to rub and blow on them in an attempt to warm them up.

Rin grabbed your hand and held it. He wasn’t looking at you but you were looking at him. He was blushing, you could see he tried to look at the other side to hide his face but you could notice the blush on his ears.

You didn’t wanna hold back your feelings anymore so you decided to tell Rin.

Rin I like you.

I like you to you lukewarm creature

Maybe you shouldn't have told him you liked him since he had simply labeled you a lukewarm creature.

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kimbappykidding · 1 year ago

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Imagine being in a fake relationship with Exo's Sehun...but falling for the one and only Park Jihyo

You and Sehun had been best friends for years. You went to the same school and were thrilled that each of you debuted. You both came out to each other as bisexual at 16 and bonded so much over being closeted idols. So much so, your Red Velvet members and Sehun's Exo ones all thought you were dating until you came out to them too. Your members were all so supportive and things were good until Sehun nearly got outed. There were rumours Sehun and another male idol were more than friends and the story was going to be published. Although they had no proof, SM was panicked and Sehun was told to find a solution. When Sehun explained the situation you volunteered to help as his fake girlfriend. You'd be each other's beards and sure you'd both get hate and abuse for "dating" but Sehun wouldn't receive a torrent of homophobic abuse and potentially lose his job so you were happy to help. So SM hurried to take couplex photos of you in staged situations, "leaked" them to a newspaper and your story came out the day before Sehun's fake boyfriend story making it seem like blatant lies. Your story got a lot of attention but SM were supportive and protected you. You didn't read the hate comments and after a few months they they died down.

So things began to stabilise, and then you met the most powerful woman on the planet. Park Jihyo.

To be fair you already knew Jihyo. You were naturally intuned to powerful women in the industry and were a Twice fan of course. So you'd admired Jihyo for some time and then one day your most mischievous members Nayeon and Yeri started talking and realised you two would be perfect together. So they tested the waters with both of you and started setting you up. Of course, Jihyo was confused at first, despite you and Sehun never officially confirming the rumours there had been lots of photos of the two of you on what looked like dates and everyone in the industry knew you were close. However, Yeri assured her you were into girls without giving too much away about your and Sehun's arrangement and Jihyo agreed to a date. She supposed the photos could've been old and since you had good taste (liking her and Sehun) she agreed to the date.

The second Jihyo walked through the door you knew you were in trouble because she was just so your type!

She walked in with her gorgeous jet-black hair straightened and hanging past her shoulders. Her bangs were expertly styled and her makeup looked impeccable. She was in a gorgeous black top and caramel skirt combo making her tanned skin look like it was glowing. She was stunning and you were glad the restaurant was big so you could compose yourself a little before she got to you. "Y/n" she smiled showing off her gorgeous teeth and you rushed to get to your feet "Jihyo hey, it's so nice to see you" you smiled giving her a hug. "You too!" she smiled and you realised her smile was also supermodel-worthy before recalling this was a date and you were here to impress. "Let me get your chair" you said and pulled it out for her. Jihyo looked surprised but happily accepted, seeming pleased with your chivalrous act.

"I've got to say I'm very excited" Jihyo said making you beam. "Are you now?" you asked and she nodded "yes because I have no idea what to expect, I had zero clue you were into girls". You nodded "yeah I'm bisexual and have admired you for a while so when Yeri told me you were also bi I was very happy". Jihyo smiled "it's nice to meet another member of the community, I think there's more of us than we realise". "Oh totally!" you cried "at least 1 in 6 of the population is gay so that's a ton of us idols". Jihyo nodded "yeah statistically there's a lot of us". You nodded "you look beautiful tonight by the way, you always look phenomenal but this...I can't help but feel I've been treated". Jihyo smiled "I did try and put some special effort in just for you" she winked "you also look stunning" she said briefly scanning your body "that red colour on you is delicious". You smiled "thank you, I also tried to play to my strengths tonight" and Jiyho smiled "for little old me?". "There's nothing little or old but yes for you" you replied and then the waiter came, breaking up your flirting.

Your date passed super quickly in a flirty fun blur and after that, you were hooked. You got home from your date literally bouncing and your members made you sit down and tell them everything. They were all ecstatic and as you and Jihyo continued seeing each other and things just started getting better and better they couldn't be happier. However, Irene was the smartest of all of you and came up with a good question, when were you going to tell her about Sehun?

So far you'd managed to avoid talking about him too much. You'd mentioned him in passing a few times, explaining trips you'd taken together etc but never discussed your unofficial partnership. You knew from the start you weren't going to tell Jihyo on the first date, you had to protect Sehun and make sure you could trust Jihyo but now you knew you could and you didn't want things to get awkward. Things started getting more serious between you two, you'd been casually seeing each other for 2 months but wanted to take the next step and become official, so you spoke to Sehun and he agreed you could tell her.

You thought Jihyo knew suspected you were going to ask her to be your girlfriend when you suggested going for a meal in her favourite restaurant as your treat...and she did! The second she saw you'd hired the nice fancy private room she knew something was going to happen. You could tell Jihyo knew from the sexy glances she was sending you and how she kept finding any excuse to grab your hand or brush your leg. You loved how she was clearly as into you as you were with her and after mains decided to explain yourself.

After you made Jihyo laugh you smiled "I love your laugh and so many things about you...you make me so happy Jihyo". She smiled her gorgeous smile and rested her chin on her hand "really?". "Yes!" you said and she laughed again. "It's made me start thinking about us and where I can see this going and honestly there's no worries or hesitation from me. I really like you". Jihyo smiled and took your hand "I like you too Y/n...so hurry up and ask me to be your girlfriend". You laughed, in adoration of her boldness and then took a breath.

"I would of course love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend, but there are some things I want to tell you before you agree to anything". You saw Jihyo sit up taller, bracing herself. She wasn't expecting this and you practically see herself mentally calming herself as she nodded "okay tell me". "So you know that rumour about Sehun and me dating?" you asked. Jihyo went pale "yeah?" she asked nervously. "Well it's not true" you said and Jihyo let out a breath of relief "of thank god because I really thought you were going to say you were married to him or something". You laughed "hah no! So Sehun and I aren't together and don't like each other that way but we did create the rumour on purpose". "Wait what?" Jihyo asked "you made everyone think you were dating...what for? Money? Publicity?". "No nothing like that" you said "see the thing is, Sehun is also bisexual and the week before our relationship was "leaked" the press was going to run an article outing Sehun". Jihyo's jaw dropped "what! Without his permission? That's awful". You nodded "I know right! I couldn't let that happen. Sehun's my best friend and we've known each other since we were kids, he was the first person I ever came out to" you said smiling "so we came up with a solution. We out our fake relationship first and then the newspaper won't be able to run their story without looking like idiots". Jihyo nodded "I totally get that and I think it's really brave you did that for Sehun". You shrugged "he'd do the same for me and like I said, I couldn't let my friend be treated that way. So that's what's going on with us and I wanted you to be aware of it. Neither of us has confirmed it but we do let SM take photos of us together occasionally and have them leaked to keep the rumour credible and protect us both" you explained "so I guess what I'm asking is, are you okay with dating me and the rest of the world thinking I'm with Sehun? Because I won't tell people I'm dating him but I also won't deny it".

Jihyo was quiet for a few seconds before smiling. "Y/n of course it's okay" she smiled "we can't exactly acknowledge our relationship to the Korean public so it's not like it's stopping us. All you're doing is protecting your friend and I still get to call you my girlfriend? Sounds like a great deal to me".

Jihyo calling you her girlfriend made you feel insanely happy and you grinned "so you would like to make this official? To be my girlfriend?". Jihyo nodded "I would" and you smiled "good because I really want to be yours" and kissed her.

From that moment on you were in a committed loving relationship with Jihyo! You loved calling Jihyo your girlfriend and used every opportunity to say it. Jihyo found it so cute and loved how right this felt. You of course had to be careful and couldn't tell all your friends but Jihyo still felt special with you and the privacy was actually quite nice. She'd told her members and all of your members knew so the Red Velvet members would shoot her smiles and smug looks which made her feel seen. You'd come over to the Twice house and spend time with her with her members so she got to act like a couple with you around some of her friends which was nice.

She'd met a few of your friends and knew you were close to Exo of course. You bumped into them on a date night and Sehun came right over to you taking Jihyo by surprise a little. He nodded to her but his eyes were fixed on you and he wasted no time teasing you. He only stayed for about 5 minutes but Jihyo was still shocked. She had no idea the two of you were this close, for him to think nothing of interrupting your date and pulling a chair up to your table and it began to make her suspicious.

She'd spoken to her members about your agreement and then thought it was innocent and actually a pretty nice thing for you to do, which Jihyo agreed with. It was just, sometimes she'd see a headline of you and Sehun at a restaurant together or Sehun with his head on your shoulder and she'd get jealous. She knew it wasn't real but everyone else didn't know that and had just assumed you were together. It was considered a fact now and it bothered her to hear people talking about you as Sehun's girlfriend.

She once heard Balckpink's Jennie mention your relationship to Nayeon and she commented on how cute you and Sehun were. Nayeon froze looking to Jihyo who was similarly startled and Jennie laughed. "Oh come on we all know they're dating. We don't have to pretend they're not. I don't know why they don't just come out and say it". "Maybe they're genuinely not dating?" Nayeon tried "they could just be friends" but Jennie laughed "please! Two insanely hot people with amazing chemistry who spend tons of time together? They've got to at least tried it right?". Afterwards, Nayeon told Jihyo she had nothing to worry about but Jennie's words did stick in her head and caused some doubts because surely she was right? You must've both considered it before.

Jihyo felt like she could ask you any question so she asked you if you'd ever thought about Sehun in that way. You frowned before nodding "kinda, I did wonder if I could like Sehun like that" you admitted and Jihyo's eyes widened until you finished "for like 5 seconds. I think sometimes when you've known someone for so long it's difficult to change your view of them" you explained. "I hear so many female idols calling Sehun sexy and I get he is conventionally attractive and tall but he'll always just be that skinny teenager who ate so much peanut butter he threw up in my mom's car on the way back from a theme park" you said and Jihyo burst out laughing. She realised she had nothing to worry about...at least from you.

Jihyo believed you utterly, she could tell you were a genuine person and trusted you wouldn't lie to her. Plus you didn't have to tell her this, you could've kept quiet about your agreement with Sehun and she'd have been none the wiser. The fact you'd come forward and wanted her to know everything before she got into a relationship made her trust you even more but she didn't trust Sehun because she didn't even know him! You were both bisexual so there was a possibility he was into you and Jihyo was biased but she couldn't see how anyone could spend lots of time with you and not want to make it more. She figured Sehun might like you but could tell you didn't like him back. Maybe this rumour was working for him more than you thought. Jihyo went home and searched through those articles of the two of you and thought he looked far too happy to be wrapped around you. As your girlfriend she was officially suspicious of your fake boyfriend and always one to face a problem head-on, she asked to meet him.

You were very happy for your girlfriend to meet Sehun and took them both out for a meal. Sehun was there when the two of you arrived and he stood up to hug you and then awkwardly paused near Jihyo. "Hi" she said and also hugged him. She was determined to investigate him while also pretending everything was fine and she wasn't onto him. Jihyo was smart and knew not to give the game away or make Sehun suspect her at all and he didn't!

They had a nice 3-course meal and Jihyo was joyful and smiley the whole time. She asked Sehun about his interest and made him laugh a few times. Just before dessert arrived you went to the bathroom and that's when Jihyo decided to strike.

"So do you have any plans for the rest of tonight?" Sehun asked and Jihyo leant in "my only plan is to see what your intentions are towards my girlfriend" she glared. "I'm sorry?" Sehun said, confused how the sweet girl had changed so quickly but Jihyo didn't give him time to process. "Don't play dumb with me pretty boy, you try anything untoward with her and you'll have me to deal with!". "I'd never!" Sehun said and Jihyo nodded "you better hope for your sake that's true" she said "because I won't let anyone creep in on my girlfriend". "I promise I'm not interested in Y/n that way" Sehun said and Jihyo nodded "I know that's what you both say and I believe her, but I see the way you look at Y/n. How your eyes are drawn to her and you smile as soon as she walks in a room". "Yeah because she's my best friend!" Sehun cried but Jihyo just raised an eyebrow "sure you can stick with that story because I don't want to hear anything different. Got it? You hurt Y/n and I'll deal with you". "Okay" Sehun said still a little baffled and then Jihyo smiled widely because you'd returned. Sehun looked at you wondering if to say something but Jihyo shot him a look and she stopped because Jihyo was scary! He knew he did not want to cross her so figured he'd just have to prove to her he wasn't a threat.

Meanwhile, Jihyo was more convinced than ever that she'd caught Sehun in the act and told all the girls that. They believed her and asked what she was going to do next. She planned to keep an eye on Sehun and tell you the second she had anything concrete. The trouble was everything Sehun did made her more suspicious but she knew that wouldn't be enough for you...she needed plain hard proof and that was harder than she thought it would be.

Months ago you'd asked Jihyo what she was doing one weekend in May and she told you nothing and you replied "great!" so she assumed you had plans for the two of them. Which you did but you didn't mention they were with Sehun until the week before. "Why is he throwing a party again?" Jihyo asked as you parked in his driveway. "He just feels like he's going through a lot of changes in his life and wanted to celebrate" you said "he'll explain it better" and Jihyo doubted it. How egocentric did you have to be to throw a party because things were changing? Jihyo would never like Sehun but the good thing is, if he felt things were changing he might do something to reveal his feelings for you and Jihyo would be right there to catch him.

You'd come a little early to help set up but there were a few other people there much to Jihyo's relief. If it was just her, you and Sehun she'd have struggled greatly but some NCT and EXO members were there giving her a buffer from her least favourite maknae. She was thinking about how much better a maknae Tzuzu was than Sehun when you appeared beside her "hey! So all the food's sorted and guests will be arriving now" and the doorbell went as you said it. "Nice" Jihyo nodded "how many are coming?". "Not tons mainly Sehun's closest friends and family" you said and Jihyo eyed the door apprehensively as some people who could only be his family appeared. "It must be nice to be able to throw a party this extravagant for no real need" she said and you tensed. Jihyo noticed how your forehead creased and the slight thinning of your lips as you frowned "well it's not for nothing...as I said Sehun will explain it later and then it will make sense". Jihyo shrugged "maybe" and your frown stayed which annoyed her. She didn't see why you were always on Sehun's side and wondered if there was anything you'd ever disagree with your best friend on. Feeling a bit miffed Jihyo announced she was getting a drink and walked away.

She was happy to be alone in the kitchen when who appeared but Sehun and an elderly woman. "Oh Jihyo" Sehun said jumping "hey, I'm glad you could make it". "Y/n made sure I did" she said to remind him she was the one dating you and also to imply she didn't want to come. Sehun nodded "well I'm glad you're here, this is my grandmother". Jihyo bowed to her and did the polite thing and greeted her. "How do you know each other?" Sehun's grandmother asked and Jihyo jumped in before Sehun could "I'm dating his best friend". "Yeah but we're also friends" Sehun said trying to act cheery and Jihyo hesitated "well I wouldn't go that far, more like acquaintances...it was nice to meet you" she said to Sehun's grandmother and walked from the room.

She went into the living room but saw a framed photo of Sehun so did a U-turn and went out the front door. This was her idea of hell and to make it worse Sehun found her. He came right over to her and she was pleased that for once his happy mask was gone. "Hi" he said "look I just wanted to say, I know you don't like me but I hope after today that will change". "Don't bet on it" Jihyo said and Sehun's forehead creased "Jihyo there's no reason for you to be wary of me and I'm getting a little tired of it". "So?" Jihyo asked "I'm sick of you fluttering around my girlfriend and denying what you're doing". "So we're both unhappy" Sehun said "but we don't have to be, Jihyo if you just gave me a chance..." he started but Jihyo shook her head "I don't want to get to know you Sehun. What I've seen is enough and I'm not falling for this nice guy act you put on" she said gesturing to him "so drop it". Sehun sighed and went to speak when a voice cut in.

"Drop what?" you asked only hearing the last part of the conversation. You smiled thinking some fun teasing might be going on but froze as you saw Jihyo's angry face and Sehun looked upset. "What's going on?" you asked looking between them and Jihyo could practically see you holding yourself back from comforting Sehun. Sehun shook his head and blinked his eyes several times "I think you should tell her Jihyo" he said "because I don't need this, not anymore and not on a day like today" and he stormed away.

"Jihyo what's going on?" you asked and Jihyo was so annoyed. Sehun was painting her as the villain and him as the victim. "Jihyo" you said again and she shook her head "there's no point, you've already made up your mind about who's in the wrong here so there's no point in me even trying". "Jihyo I can see you're upset and I don't think anyone's in the wrong. I just want to know what's upset you so please tell me".

Jihyo took a deep breath and looked at you "Y/n he's into you! Can you really not see it?", "Wait you mean into me into me?" you asked and Jihyo laughed in exasperation and cried "yes! I confronted him on it weeks ago and he denied it but it's so clear! That's why he's been so wary of me he knows I'm onto him". "Jihyo he's really not, I know I told you that I'd considered Sehun in that way for a second but I can assure even if he'd debated it he came to the same conclusion". "But he looks so happy around you, you must notice that?" Jihyo asked "none of the photos look fake and you're both bi so it's possible he secretly has feelings about you". You shook your head "Jihyo trust me Sehun is not harbouring feelings for me". "But how can you know?" she asked and you smiled "because he's engaged to NCT's Johnny!". Jihyo froze "wait what?". "That's what he invited us round to his house for" you said "he asked me not to tell you because he's so protective over Johnny and wanted you two to meet tonight. We've always wanted our partners to get along so he wanted to introduce you to Johnny tonight and then tell everyone the news. Now it actually makes sense why he was so insistent on you being here tonight. He asked me ages ago to make sure you'd be able to come to his and it was because he wanted to prove himself to you".

Jihyo blinked "so he and Johnny...". "That was who the rumours were about all those years ago" you said "they've been together for 4 years now and Sehun proposed 7 months ago. I helped him" you smiled at the memory "they are utterly and truly in love Jihyo so I promise Sehun is not harbouring love for me. There's nobody who can hold a flame to Johnny in his eyes".

Jihyo froze and slowly sunk down until she was sat on the wall in Sehun's front garden. She put her hands to her head and groaned. "Jihyo?" you asked appearing at her side nervously peering at her but she hid her face. "I feel so stupid" she confessed and you went to comfort her. "No don't...it's okay". "But I've been horrible to Sehun this whole time and have been acting so unstable and irrational. I can't believe I was so far off and made such a fool of myself". You went to disagree but she continued. "The truth is I like you a lot okay!" Jihyo said "more than I've ever liked a partner and that's why I saw Sehun as a threat. I know it's no excuse but I'm hyper-vigilant to anything that could take you away from me and I'm making myself sound like a crazy obsessed person right?". "No!" you said "I had no idea you felt like this but you don't sound crazy at all, was there something in particular that upset you?".

"What?" Jihyo asked and you continued "well there must've been something about how Sehun and I acted that made you uncomfortable. What was it?". She shrugged "you didn't do anything Y/n it was me". "I don't believe that" you said sitting next to her "now please just tell me" and then reading her mind you added "I won't think you're silly". Jihyo frowned before explaining how she didn't like how Sehun interrupted your date and was a little intimidated by how far you were willing to go for him. "You both just seem so comfortable acting like a couple that it worries me a little. Your first instinct is always to protect him and put him first so it made me wonder how much room you have for me" she admitted "plus so many people think you're amazing together and it can make me feel like Sehun would be better for you...that you could be happier with him". "That's crazy!" you cried "nobody makes me as happy as you" and Jihyo paused "really?". You nodded "totally! But I realise I might not have done such a good job in showing you that". "No Y/n please don't blame yourself this is all me!" Jihyo said but you shook your head "no don't discount your feelings. I get it you know. I'd feel weird if a guy you were pretending to be dating crashed our date so casually and if the two of you looked so loved up in photos. It's not crazy and it's not fair to you". "But there's nothing you can do so can I be upset with you about it?" Jihyo asked. "Well I think there is something we can do" you said "firstly, I think Sehun and I can stop the charade. It's been a while now plus he's literally getting married so we can ease off it. No more photos plastered all over magazines and I'm going to speak to Sehun about boundaries. Your right, my first instinct as his best friend is to protect him but now I've got someone else to protect and it's not worth helping him if it hurts you". "Really?" Jihyo asked and you nodded "I love Sehun but I love you too!" you said and Jihyo paused as you said you loved her.

You went bright red and Jihyo could tell you meant it but hadn't meant to say it yet so she didn't make a big deal of it. "Thank you Y/n" she said and she leaned into you as you wrapped an arm around her. "If you ever need me Jihyo just tell me" you said "I'm here for you" and Jihyo nodded "I feel that now" and you stayed wrapped up together until Johnny came to find you as they were making the announcement.

You stood together hand in hand as Johnny said the news and the room erupted into happy cheers. Watching how Sehun looked at Johnny, Jihyo realised she had nothing to worry about all along and joined in. Later in the night she found Sehun and Johnny to tell them herself and Sehun smiled as she told him how happy for them she was. "I'm also so sorry" she said to him "I was horrible and never gave you a chance" but Sehun cut her off before she could finish "hey you were just protecting Y/n right? I can never be mad at someone doing that and I know she's got an amazing girl looking out for her. I'll always be grateful for that" he said and Jihyo smiled "I'll always protect her" and Sehun nodded "excellent! and speak of the devil..." as you appeared.

"Talking about me again? They're just obsessed aren't they Johnny?" and he nodded "it must be so hard to be so adored Y/n" he said smirking at you. You grinned and looked between Sehun and Jihyo "is everything okay now?" and they both nodded. "Perfect" you said "because there's so many couples things I want to four of us to do!" You and Johnny, as the planners of the group, started organising them all as Sehun and Jihyo watched. "Guess we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other" Jihyo said and Sehun shrugged "well only when we want to, Y/n spoke to me and I promise I'd give you guys some space. She was always the person I went to when I felt like I was all alone and habits die hard" he explained "but I have so many people who care about me" he said looking around the room "so it's time someone else gets her love and attention and I'm glad it's you". Jihyo smiled "you know with all this charm and compliments...I think we'll get along well Sehun" and he grinned "I know we will Jihyo" and she believed him.

Jihyo attended the wedding 8 months later and couldn't be happier. She'd spent more time with Sehun thanks to you and Johnny and discovered he was actually a decent human being! They had quite a bit in common and were both strong confident personalities and now the only time they argued was at game nights. You'd stuck to your word and the articles about the two of you disappeared and you now had a healthier relationship. Jihyo felt fully supported by you and no longer felt like she was sharing you or vying for your attention. She couldn't be happier and as you danced at Sehun's wedding she thought she'd tell you.

"It's occurred to me all those months ago at Sehun's engagement party, that I never said it back to you". "Said what?" you asked before blushing as you remembered. "You don't have to say it" you assured her but Jihyo shook her head "but I want to". "I've had a few partners who promised me the world and couldn't deliver but not you. You're so genuine and honest with me. You listened to me when I was doubting myself and worked to change things so I'd be happier. You love and care for me but also make me a better person and help me to grow. I'm not only happier with you but feel all my emotions more authentically and I feel like I should buy Nayeon and Yeri a car for suggesting you for me" she smiled making you laugh. "I'm so happy you're in my life Y/n and I love you" Jihyo said and you blinked letting the worlds soak over you and then smiled "I love you too...but you already knew that" and kissed her as tears escaped down your cheek.

His timing always perfect, this was when Sehun appeared and he gaped "Y/n you're not crying because I'm married now are you?". "No you idiot!" you cried laughing as Jihyo hugged you. "Yeah I actually know why you're crying" Sehun smiled and you looked at him "what how?" and saw his eyes go to Jihyo. "You two planned this?" you asked and Jihyo nodded "I knew I wanted to tell you and got Sehun's advice. He said you always love that scene in Anastasia where her and Dimitri are dancing in the ballroom and how romantic it is so I thought I'd recreate that" Jihyo said and you beamed "you two are the best!" and they nodded and said "we know" at the same time. The two burst into laughter and you watched them feeling so loved and protected.

You had the best friend in Sehun and the best girlfriend in the world in Jihyo! You weren't going to lose either of them anytime soon and you knew in that moment, you wanted something like this for you and Jihyo, you wanted her to be your wife someday but that was something for the future. Tonight you just wanted to dance with the beautiful girl who loved you and so you danced the night away.

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Happy Bisexual Awareness Week!!!

It doesn't start until tomorrow but I thought this imagine would be a perfect way to celebrate the holiday. I know gay marriage isn't legal in South Korea (way to bum out Bisexual Awareness Week huh?) but that seemed so horrible to me that I'm just going to re-write Korean history and pretend it is.

Also (and I hope this goes without saying) I am not assuming anyone's sexuality and the pairings in this were completely random. If you're offended by this, you're the problem.

Have a great week :)

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