#i didn't have time to proofread yet but oh my gosh i did that in one sitting and i'm vibrating with excitement!!!

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i gotta go bc of dinner but!! my boy is here!!

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Hear me out, please |James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Summary: The aftermath of when James found out you were his 'cinderella'. James tries desperately to get your attention to get you to hear him out. A tiny twist.

Notes: Not proofread, grammar mistakes. Timeline might be a little off, but magic so whatever i guess? Sorry for the long wait, I hope you guys will think it was worth it!!

Masterlist Part one Part two

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A lot of things went through James' mind as he stood there in the Great Hall. You could hear a pin drop before Regulus finally shot into action and dashed out the hall to go after you.

The murmuring started to continue now that the first silence had been disturbed.

"Oh gosh, she's so dramatic," your sister laughed. And she put a hand on James' shoulder to pull him back to his seat.

James turned his head slowly. His attention zeroed in on the hand on his shoulder. He coiled away.

"What the fuck have you done," he spat at her.

Marla's eyebrows shot up. "We did you a favour," she stated, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

It sent James over the edge. He grabbed her upper arm and harshly shook it.

"A favour? A favour!?" He asked incredulously. His voice raised in volume. "What on earth is wrong with you!" He screamed and looked around; his eyes blown out. "With all of you!"

"You mean what the hell is wrong with you, James?" Your other sister, Alyssa, piped up. "Why are you defending her?" That last word was spat out with so much disgust that it opened finally James' eyes to what you must have endured. He fought the urge to slap her expression off her face.

James let go of Marla's arm and pushed her a few steps back while doing so.

No, he needed to fix this. He just had to. If you would just listen to him, he would explain it all. And then he'd protect you. From every hurtful comment out there.

If you would just let him.

"Regulus," James grimaced. The boy was blocking his path and view, standing in the doorway. You were out of sight, or at least out of James's sight.

"Potter," Regulus curtly nodded at him.

"I need to talk to her."

"You've said plenty."

James 'brows furrowed, and his jaw flexed. Why was everyone deciding everything for him all of a sudden? Why couldn't everyone just mind their own bloody business? If they had, none of this would have occurred.

He would be patrolling with you in the evening, and you would make him laugh about one of your dry remarks. He wouldn't have known that it was you who he was looking for, but in time, maybe he would've figured it out. Or maybe he would've pushed his mystery girl to the back of his mind to let you and all the new feelings in.

"Actually, I haven't. I haven't said enough because everyone is saying things in my place instead. But I never got the chance to say what I want to say, and every time I do, it seems too late. I just want to talk to her." The words flew out of James' mouth, built up regret, anger, and disappointment from how things had escalated.

"Perhaps you haven't said much." Regulus looked James up and down and weighed his words carefully. "And maybe that's part of the problem. But right now, she's certainly heard enough. She doesn't want your grand words."

James closed his eyes in frustration. He wanted to protest, he wanted to scream at himself and pull his hair out, but ultimately, he just wanted yet another chance.

He hadn't expected it to be you. Not at all, but the longer he thought about it, the more it made sense, and the more it seemed... right. And he didn't know why he had been so adamant to form some sort of relationship with you, but the way his heart blossomed when you were around only pulled him further in.

James looked at the ground, as if the solution to his problems would be written down there.

"Okay," he relented.

Without a moment of hesitation, Regulus went to slam the door in his face but stopped at the box that James held put to him.

"What's that supposed to be?" He flatly asked James.

With a heavy heart, James showed Regulus the pair of glass slippers that you had left behind at the Yule ball, and that he had so carefully carried around with him.

James searched for his words his. "I've been holding on to these to return them to their owner," he made an attempt at a smile but dropped it, feeling pathetic. He wondered if he looked as pathetic to Regulus as well.

"Well, I suppose I should return them, now that I've found her." James pushed the box into Regulus' hands, threw one glance past the boy in hopes to catch a glimpse of you, and rubbed his face with both hands as he dejectedly walked away from the Slytherin dormitory.

Perhaps he could try again later.

You stared at the glass slippers in your hand. It felt cool to the touch and looked so beautiful, but you couldn’t help the bitter taste left in your mouth. With one smooth movement, you threw and smashed one of the slippers against the wall opposite of your bed. It shattered in pieces, and you had to smile at that. Even with every spell to reenforce the glass so you could actually walk on it, it broke. Then you gathered every bit of frustration you had in you, and you screamed as hard as you could, tears flowing in frustration.

You hated that you were crying. But the sheer defeat and powerlessness that you felt was too overwhelming, your voice cracked mid-scream and you threw the other slipper to pieces in anger as well. It wasn’t even about the gossiping amongst the students anymore.

You were so tired; you actually couldn’t bring yourself to care about what everyone must be thinking right now. But your sisters and James. You dug your nails into your palm.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror and straightened your posture. With your hands, you smoothed out your frown, fixed your hair and put on a wide smile. All in all, you looked psychopathic, but anything was better than pathetic. You turned on your heel and got ready for your first morning class.

James watched your empty seat in Divination class. This was the only class in which the last two years were put together. He wondered if you would show up. But he knew you. Possible more than anyone. So, he knew that you would never miss a class, because you wanted perfect grades and a perfect attendance rate. You were just like that. Ambitious.

James mind replayed your words again. He was every worst characteristic of Gryffindor; you had said to him. ‘Arrogant, prideful, and reckless’.

Next to James, Sirius was also lost in thoughts. Your words resonated in his head as well. Prejudice creates a vicious cycle. It was true. Sirius’ eyes flickered towards the other empty seat where Regulus was supposed to be. He had completely abandoned Regulus, giving his brother the cold shoulder, and despising his elitist thoughts, undoubtedly created by his mother. Because he had abandoned Regulus.

Sirius wondered what would have happened if he had tried to maintain a good relationship with Regulus after having been sorted into Gryffindor. He wondered if he would have been able to convince Regulus to run away with him.

There was a knock on the door and Regulus walked in with a blank face. He nodded his head in apology at the Professor and took a seat. The door opened again, this time with a little more force.

“My sincere apologies, professor.” You wore a smile that sent chills up James’ back. His body almost involuntarily shot up to go up to you, but he caught himself, and he longingly looked at you as you passed by instead.

After having gotten used to your discrete gestures of acknowledgement in the form of waves, smiles, nods or even winks, James’ heart tugged when you didn’t spare him a glance. You graciously took a seat and motioned at Professor Trelawney to continue.

James jumped up when class was over. His belongings had long since been packed, and he dashed towards your leaving figure.

“Y/N!” he called out to you.

You turned around and looked him in the eye. All the words that James had prepared during the rest of class escaped his mind. James felt those chills again and he finally understood that in all his years with fights between the two of you, you had been petty, threatening to take points away. You had been angry, throwing insults back at him, and you had very much been a major asshole in general. But you had never been this hostile.

“Let me say this once, so we can all be done with it, and never talk about this again, Potter,” you sharply stated. “I am sorry that I wasn’t who you wanted me to be. However, let me make it clear that this was my secret and mine to share. And I made perfectly clear that I was not going to, so your blatant disrespect to publicly call me out the way you did, is simply appalling.”

Remus called James’ name and James made the mistake to look back. When he turned to you again, you were already further down the hall, turning the corner with a steady pace.

James didn’t see you around anymore until Thursday morning. His eyes basically lit up and he repeated his apology in his head. “L/N, wait,” James tried, and he chased after you. Unlike last time, you didn’t stop. Curious students watched you two pass while James tried to match your pace.

“Hear me out, please.”

“I said all I wanted to say, Potter. Let’s stay out of each other’s way from now on.”

“After you let me explain,” James pleaded.

You laughed. “Nothing you tell me will change my mind. I won’t believe anything that comes out of your mouth.” You gave him an annoyed look.

Still, James was not planning on giving up. You weren’t the only determined one here. He grabbed your arm and dragged you into a room. Your eyes squinted and gave him the dirtiest look they could. James immediately let go of you, hands up in defence, a string of apologies following suit.

You glared at him and went to walk straight out of the room when James pulled you back again, and this time, he cupped the sides of your face, and pressed his lips to yours.

For a moment, you hesitated, utterly confused and surprisingly rather okay with the unwarranted kiss. And then anger hit you. Did he bloody think this would woo you, and sweep you off your feet and make everything alright? How dare he kiss you in attempt to manipulate you. You slapped him across the face in shock less than a second later. James blinked back at you in horror at his own actions.

“Godric, no- I- I am so bloody sorry, I shouldn’t have- I’m- I don’t know what went through my head, please wait-” You slammed the door in his face when you left. James hit his head softly against the door. And then he hit it again but a bit harder as he cursed. “What the hell is wrong with you mate,” he groaned to himself. “You bloody git.”

He stared at the dark wood of the door in front of him reluctantly. To be honest, he wouldn’t mind just staying in the room to rot away, how was he going to face you now?

“Lily, please go in my place,” he begged the redhead. “I’ll take your Tuesday shift, I promise.”

Lily shook her head. “Stop being a baby, James. You reap what you sow and I’m not patrolling tonight.” She walked past James and then turned back around.

“Some friendly advice, James, stop being so pushy. No is no, and it might have been cute as 11-year-olds, but not anymore. We’re no longer kids. But good luck.”

James reluctantly dragged himself towards the Great Hall where he could see you pick your nails in front of the door. He felt ashamed, guilty, and absolutely not ready to look you in the eye.

“Hi,” he awkwardly managed. “So about-“

“You’re late. Let’s get a move on it.” You cut him off.

“Right, yeah, we should do that- patrolling.”

It was quiet, not a word spoken between the two of you as James trailed half a step behind you. He glanced at the side of your face. Shadows and light flickered across your face every time you passed a torch.

The silence of the castle did him good, he realised. He’d much rather walk in silence next to you, than be in the midst of all that chaos that was going on right now. He smiled and stuffed his hands in his pocket happily.

“What are you smiling about,” you asked, a frown on your face.

“Hm? What? Oh, sorry.” The smile dropped of James’ face.

“Well, you don’t have to stop smiling because I said so,” you shot him a strange look. “I just wanted to know what’s so funny.”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” A beat. And then, “Lily told me to stop trying to apologise to you if you don’t want to hear it.”

You considered his words. You supposed you mostly wanted someone to be angry at. You didn’t want to hear James out and then maybe see that your anger was misdirected. You wanted to stay bitter.

“I don’t.”

“Okay, well, I’ll stop.”

“Good.”

Despite the fact that he hadn’t been able to apologise, and nothing had been cleared up between the two of you, both of you felt yourselves relax a little more. You continued to roam the corridors in silence.

The next three patrols were spent in the same basked silence, occasionally one or two words exchanged. James had so many things he wanted to tell you, but he didn’t want to ruin anything. And then you suddenly spoke up again.

“Good luck tomorrow.”

James perked up at your words. “Thank you,” he grinned at you gratefully. “Are you going to watch the game?”

You shook your head. “No, I’ll be helping out in the infirmary.”

“Did you finish your herbal research then?”

Your eyes flickered up at him in surprise. “Yeah, Madame Pomfrey and I will put it to test.” James nodded along.

“Well, if you ever need a patient, I’d volunteer,” he joked. He watched in triumph as you shook your head in amusement.

“Better check your broom for hexes tomorrow,” you replied. “wouldn’t want you to fall off your broom and break a bone or two.” James snorted.

You pulled the curtain to the side with an exasperated expression. “I was only kidding Yesterday, Potter. What on earth are you doing here.”

James gave you a weak smile, trying to hide the pain in his arm and ribs. “Volunteering to be your very first patient, of course.”

“Tell me you didn’t break your bones on purpose,” you squinted your eyes at him.

“I didn’t break my bones on purpose,” James obediently replied. He shifted in curiosity as you rummaged through a cabinet. “Is this not fixable with any spells?” He pondered when he saw you pull out several vials.

“Externally, yes. But you’d be in the same excruciating pain as if they were still broken. You motioned towards the vials. “Hence the herbal potions.”

“Is that the one with the Nettle and Dittany?” James nodded his head to the bottle on the left.

You hummed in approval, not bothering to hide the fact that you were impressed. “Who knows, Potter. Maybe you have a future of a healer as well.” James beamed in pride at your compliment.

“Just keeping my options open.” James sighed happily. He was glad that he could joke around with you again. You tapped a bottle against his cheek. He let you pour the potion into his mouth.

“Now what?”

“Now we wait.” You pulled out a stool and sat down with a notebook in case you needed to take notes of the effects of the potion. At one point, you must have fallen asleep with your face buried on James’ infirmary bed. A strand of hair was tickling your nose and you huffed to get it out of the way. James shifted to tuck it away with his non-injured hand.

You opened your eyes and jumped up. You looked around disoriented and when your eyes landed on James, who had tilted his head, you felt embarrassment creep up on you. “I’m terribly sorry, that was unprofessional of me. Are you feeling any better?”

James nodded. He sat up to prove it, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “All better. And if you get to apologise, so do I, right?” He looked at you hopefully, internally praying that you wouldn’t just march out straight away. “Will you hear me out?”

You sighed, knowing what would come next, but this time you sat down on the stool again instead of walking away.

“I didn’t know.” When you didn’t respond, he repeated himself. “I didn’t know it was you, and I didn’t know it was going to be published in the newspaper because I wouldn’t do that- you know that I wouldn’t.”

He looked at you and saw you staring back at him. He took it as a sign to continue and cleared his throat. It felt so dry all of a sudden. You quietly reached for a cup of water and handed it to him. James took a sip, a deep breath, and started to ramble on without breaks.

“Sirius found your parchment and then you sisters found it too, but I didn’t. I really didn’t. Sirius said they had already run off and he tried to fix it on his own, so he didn’t tell me, and I only found out right before you did and I would never have written such a mean article about you, because we’re friends- well, at the very least I considered us friends- and I just wanted you to like me because-” James stopped.

“What, you fancy me?” you rhetorically commented. 

James’ heart stopped and his face flushed. “No, of course not! I just- Well, I don’t know- It’s, uh I guess I just,” James tried to form a coherent answer, trying to weigh what answer would scare you away.

You frowned and let your eyes flicker across his face. “Stop it,” you shook your head in denial.

“Would it be so bad?” James murmured. “I didn’t know. But I know I liked the girl behind the paper. And I know I liked my patrol partner.” He hesitated and took a step forward. “I think you liked me too, before you knew my name.”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Before I knew your name. Once I learned it, I no longer did,” you lied. “Because we would never work. Every student said so. All the whispers and comments, insults and rumour were right.”

James shook his head.

“So, date me to spite them. Prove them wrong,” It was a pathetic attempt, but he saw the consideration flash in your eyes, and the more he thought about it, the more he started to get convinced that this was a decent idea.

“You’d have us enter a fake relationship to spite everyone?”

“It wouldn’t be fake to me,” James shrugged, getting more confident by your open attitude. “And who knows, maybe I can convince you that the guy from the paper is still inside of me.”

“This is so stupid,” you shook your head.

“Guess what,” Sirius asked Remus, he covered the page of the book Remus was reading to capture his attention.

Remus slapped Sirius’ hand away. “What,” he replied curtly. Sirius moved to sit on the table of the library. “Are you angry?”

“Mildly annoyed, yes.”

“Because…” Sirius trailed off unsurely. He hoped that Remus would finish the sentence for him, which, luckily for Sirius, Remus did.

“Because I think it’s time you guys stop pestering her. I know you planned to get James in the infirmary. Leave her be, you’ve done enough damage as it is.” He sounded disapproving. Sirius dropped himself back on the table, laying across it as if he was a sacrifice on an altar.

“Prongs likes her.”

“Yeah? Well, he’s handling it terribly,” Remus drily remarked. He took off his glasses and started to wipe them with the hem of his sweater. Sirius patted his pockets, reached into his left one and handed Remus a cleaning cloth for glasses.

“Why are you guys nice to me,” Remus asked quietly.

“What are you talking about Moony, you’re our best friend?”

“I know, but why?” Remus lowered his voice. “I’m a werewolf, aren’t I? I’m a literal monster. So why are you nice to me. But somehow feel the need to keep pranking and bullying Slytherin students? We’re in our last year. Don’t you think we should grow up?” And with ‘we’, he meant ‘Sirius and James’.

‘I know, Moony.”

“Do you now?”

“I think I’m going to talk to Regulus.”

Remus choked on his spit. “I’m sorry, Pads, you’re what?”

“I just don’t want to be like L/N’s siblings. I know I sort of am, but I don’t want to be. And you said we should start being nicer right?”

“Pads, last time you said something to him, he literally hexed you.”

“I insulted him,” Sirius heard himself say and he felt weird for a moment.

“He’s after your ass during every Quidditch game, trying to knock you off your broom.”

“Well, that’s just the point of Quidditch,” Sirius defended again.

Remus smiled at Sirius. “Alright, just be careful. Mid-terms are coming up and I’m too busy with studies to fix you up again.”

Sirius grinned. “If all goes well with Prongs, I could ask L/N to patch me up.” Remus threw a quill at him. “I think I’ll go find L/N later, see if she knows where my brother is.”

The door opened and Remus looked behind him. He did a double take and put his glasses back on to make sure he was seeing things correctly. Sirius was still laying on the table, looking at the ceiling.

“I think I’ve found her,” Remus remarked, uncertainly.

Sirius sat up and gaped at the sight on you and James, walking into the library together while talking. James was holding a pile of books and by the colour of the cover, he knew that those were not James’.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something?”

You looked up in alarm at the words and found Sirius and Remus sitting at a table in the corner. “We talked it out,” you nonchalantly mentioned. Remus gave you a smile and Sirius just stared at you. Then; “Hell yeah, Prongs, I knew you had it in you to confess.” Sirius jumped off the table and patted you on the back with a grin.

You laughed back uncertainly and looked at James with questioning eyes. James looked back at you, reassuringly. He moved all of your books to one hand and guided you to a seat with the other.

“Where’s Regulus,” Sirius asked immediately as soon as you sat down.

You raised your eyebrows. “He’s in the astronomy tower. Didn’t want to join James and I to the library.” You smiled at recollection of the younger Black’s reaction to you and James.

“No way.” He had replied. “What are you two planning?” James had looked at Regulus with an offended look. “What are you talking about? I fancy Y/N and she fancies me, so we decided to make it official.”

“Yeah, I’ll believe you fancy Y/N, but there is just no way she would enter a relationship with you of all people. What’s the deal.”

Sirius nodded. “Well,” he started, “I mean, if he wants to, he uh, the library is a public space, so he could join. If he wants.” Sirius awkwardly sat down on a chair. You squinted your eyes at him. “I’ll be sure to let him know,” you said. You watched as Sirius puffed out a sigh in relief.

You glanced down at the messy scribbles on Sirius’ paper and raised your eyebrows. You’d imagined that the elder Black would have a better handwriting than that. “Anyway, do you need help with Transfiguration as well?”

The news of your relationship spread like fire. Your sisters both received it with a sour look on their faces. “He’ll see we were right, and he’ll leave you again,” they said, purposely loud enough for you to hear it. James had just entered the room and walked straight past them towards you with a flower. He dropped it next to you and sat down beside you.

Against your will, your heart made a small jump and the corners of your mouth tugged upwards. James’ eyes flickered towards your lips and quickly looked away happily. Then he leaned in a little and whispered, “We’re not breaking up if it’s up to me.”

He shifted in his seat, subtly scooting over closer to you. “Go on a date with me tonight,” James whispered.

“We don’t have time tonight. Patrol, remember?” You argued back.

James grinned and shook his head. “Afterwards.”

“It’s past bedtime afterwards. I will not-”

“Sneak around the castle and get caught, I know. But you forget that I have an invisibility cloak.”

You laughed this time. “I’m almost tempted to take 20 points off Gryffindor for your outrageous plan.” Your eyes twinkled and James joined in. He put his hand over his heart in fake shock. “You wouldn’t do that to your boyfriend,” he squinted his eyes, challenging you.

“If he misbehaves,” you answer amusedly. But then you hummed in thought. “Fine, I’ll bite, what do you have in mind.”

James’ grin widened. “The lake’s still frozen,” he whispered. You deadpanned. “I can’t skate.”

James leaned his head against you. “Exactly, it’s the perfect chance for me to show you my gentlemanly skills and woo you.” You turned your head and breathed in the smell of James’ shampoo. "You just want an excuse to hold my hand," you mumbled in his hair. You could feel James smile against your shoulder. “I’m your boyfriend, I don’t need excuses,” he joked.

James swore his heartrate sped up an unhealthy amount when you confirmed, “No you don’t.”

He was absolutely beaming next to you as you were patrolling down the corridor, hand in hand. Your eyes flickered over to James once in a while. It was suspicious to you that he’d been quiet the entire time. James on the other hand was just looking at your intertwined hands with interest.

“Never held hands with a girl before, Potter?” You laughed, but no venom was found in your voice.

James nodded. “Never held hands with a girl before,” he confirmed, not ashamed at all for it. Why should he. You looked at him with curiosity. “What about Lily?”

James snorted. “Have you ever seen us hold hands?”

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’.

“I was stressing a lot about being a good boyfriend, my hands got really sweaty,” James bashfully explained. You lifted both your hands and squeezed his hand a few times. “You don’t stress about being a good boyfriend for me?” you couldn’t help but ask. You immediately groaned internally and looked straight to the floor, intently watching your feet as they simply fascinatingly put one in front of the other. I mean, have you ever seen something so-. James wasn’t having it.

“’m not stressing with you. I have a pretty good feeling about us.” He sighed contently. You huffed. “Well, I have high standards, and I’ve been told I’m pretty high maintenance, Potter.” You stuck your nose in the air haughtily.

“First, you should stop calling me Potter,” he remarked.

“James,” you nodded. A chill ran up his spine. “And second?” you inquired.

“Second?”

“Second,” you looked at him expectantly.

“Oh! Right, second; I didn’t know you had a relationship before?” And just as soon as those words left his lips, he cussed himself out in his head. Great, now he seemed either a twat as if he couldn’t believe someone like you could have a relationship, or a twat who was jealous and obsessive. And it’s only the first week. James averted his eyes to the wall on his left. Ah yes, the wall seems to be made of stone. Very sturdy, very wall-like-

“No, I’ve been single pretty much my whole life.” You put on your usual sour face, and vaguely gestured to it. “Not very approachable, as I prefer.”

“Then who calls you high maintenance?” James thought bitterly, feeling the need to defend you. “Calm down, prince Charming,” you reassured him with a laugh. Maybe you could see the charm in his recklessness. “I can fight my own battles. And basically, everyone calls me high maintenance.”

The two of you walked side by side in silence again, making your way to the prefect room. You rummaged through a drawer, pulled out a document and started to fill it in. James leaned against the table. “Where do you go during Spring Break? Do you stay at Hogwarts? Because I can also stay at Hogwarts to keep you company, you know.”

“I have my own apartment.”

“You’re not even of age yet,” James pointed out, trying to hide his disappointment unsuccessfully at a missed opportunity of spending time with you.

“Professor McGonagall vouched for me,” you replied. James’ eyebrows flew up. “McGonagall?” He asked in disbelief. You just hummed in reply while you flipped the page to continue filling in the report.

“Well, if you want you can come with me?” You stopped writing and looked up at him intently. As if you were searching his face for any hidden intentions. When you didn’t find any, you gave him an apologetic look.

“That’s kind of you, James,” you smiled. “But I have Regulus staying with me.”

“He doesn’t stay at the Black manor?” James was surprised. You tilted your head. “Tell me, does Sirius stay at the Black manor?”

James quickly shut his mouth as realization dawned on him. Oh.

“Well,” he awkwardly shifted. “You’re both welcome,” he offered. You shook your head in laughing at the mental image. The thought of Regulus and Sirius living together for two weeks was just hilarious.

“I’m done, we can go.”

“Alright, I just need to pick up my invisibility cloak from the Gryffindor common room.”

“I’ll wait here,” you nodded. James offered you a strange look.

“What?” You asked, looking up at him.

“You’re not going with me?”

“What all the way up to the third floor? I think not,” you snorted, plopping down on a chair, and making yourself comfortable.

James huffed and didn’t move. “But what if something happens to me on the way there?” He dramatically sat down next to you on a different chair.

“What on earth could happen to you on the way to your room. This is Hogwarts, you know. The safest place in England probably.”

“What if a monster attacks me, and then I can’t come back, and you’ll think that I stood you up?” James retorted with a pout.

You shook your head and pinched the bridge of you nose. “There are no monsters in this castle, James, where do you think we are? You’re not going to run into a Basilisk on your way.”

James squinted his eyes at you. “But can you promise me that with 100% certainty?” You rolled your eyes in response. “Of course not, but would you take me with you and expose me to such dangers?” you sarcastically retorted.

“Well, technically speaking, and I’m not saying all Slytherins,” James held up his hands at your narrowed eyes. “Snakes are kind of your thing, right?” You closed your eyes. “Charming, you are. Let’s just go,” you sighed.

James grinned in victory as he held the door open for you. “For the record, I would totally protect you from a Basilisk.”

“If you say so.”

Sirius sat up in bed when the door opened, but no one came in. “Hey Prongs, how was ice skating?”

James removed the invisibility cloak to reveal your shivering form. Both of you drenched from head to toe, water still dripping from the locks in front of his eyes. “Got pulled under,” he stressed. “I didn’t know where to take her, I couldn’t let her clean record be tainted for being out past bedtime because of me, and I don’t know the Slytherin password, so I brought her here,” he started to ramble in a loud whisper.

Remus grumbled as he sat up too. “Bloody hell, Prongs, did you take her to the black lake or what?” And when James didn’t respond, “Mate, what is wrong with you.” He got up and walked to the bathroom to get a few dry towels to wrap you in.

James discarded his soaked clothes and dried himself off before putting on pyjamas. Then the three of them stared awkwardly at each other. “Well, she needs to get out of those cold clothes,” Remus remarked. Sirius stepped back. “Yeah, not my girl, not my duty,” he walked over to his bed and dropped down on it.

“Right.”

You woke up and the first thing you noticed was the red colours all around you. You sat up suddenly and blinked a few times. What happened? Oh, right. A hand had broken through the ice, wrapped itself around your ankle and harshly pulled you down into the freezing depths. So that means you’re either dead, or James got you out and brought you to the Gryffindor dorms instead of the infirmary because he kept your clean records in mind. Your heart filled with appreciation at the thought of that.

You looked around and found James on the floor next to you. He was curled up in an extra blanket, but it must be uncomfortable. You went to pull out your wand when you realised that you were wearing his sweater. The little shit changed your clothes, you huffed.

You quietly got up, found your clothes drying in the bathroom and slipped out your wand. With a quick levitation spell, you gently tucked James back into his own bed. Your eyes fell on the two parchments on the nightstand, and you allowed a nostalgic smile to adorn your face. You moved his hair out of the way and let your eyes rest on his peaceful face. Realising you were being creepy, you hastily turned around and snuck out of the room with your clothes and a rolled-up parchment.

“And where have you been,” Regulus sat on the common room armchair in front of the door. He looked like he hadn’t properly slept, and his tone was sharp. “And what atrocity are you wearing. Tell me you didn’t sleep with him?”

“You’re my brother, Regulus, not my mother,” you teased him. You pulled out a chair to sit next to him. “And no, I went skating, fell into the water, blacked out and woke up alive in the Gryffindor dorm. So don’t hex James, if anything you can thank him.”

There was a beat of silence. “I’m glad you’re okay, I was worried.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you. Did you stay up all night?”

“Yes, but mostly because I wanted to tell you something.” You didn’t immediately reply, waiting for Regulus to continue on his own instead.

“Sirius came up to the astronomy tower yesterday evening,” he quietly said. His voice sounded confused, as if he was still unsure of what had actually occurred.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course, I’m okay,” Regulus immediately said. “It’s just that he apologized.” He shrugged. “You think he meant it?”

You thought it over. “I think he did. He asked me last week you know. Where you are, and that if you ever want to join us in the library, you can.” Regulus nodded deep in thought.

“You know, James actually invited both of us over for the Spring Break.” You looked at Regulus to gauge his reaction to that. He looked slightly interested, though he tried to hide it.

“I suppose it’s still a month away, so we’ll see what we want then.”

You nodded and then got up off the chair. “I’m going to change into something else, before my fellow house students want to jinx me,” you said.

“You’re dating James Potter; people already want to jinx you.”

You winked at him. “Well, I’ll be damned, you’re absolutely right. Isn’t that funny? You know what, let them try,” you challenged them as you smoothened James’ sweater.

James woke up and sat up straight in bed, confused. How did he get here? He Looked at the end of his bed and saw it still neatly tucked in- hospital corners. His lips twitched up. You had left, he realised, but you’d tucked him in. He let himself fall back onto his pillow and turned his head to the side. Then he frowned, put on his glasses, and grabbed the parchment. In your lovely handwriting was a message.

Maybe not a Basilisk, but you protected me as you said. Thank you, James. (All things considered, I enjoyed last night.)

James’ eyes traced the words before he carefully placed the parchment under his pillow with a giddy feeling in his heart.

James found you in the library with Remus. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that you were still wearing his sweater. Red looked out of place on you and James absolutely loved it. Sirius shared a look with him and then the both of them decided to sneak up on the two of you, simultaneously stealing your books from under you.

You and Remus narrowed your eyes at the both of them. “I am this close to kicking you guys.” You held up your hand to show your thumb and finger pressed together. James shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “But they’re touching,” he hesitantly responded. Sirius elbowed him in the ribs and quickly handed Remus both your books back.

You sarcastically faked a gasp. “Oh, Merlin, you’re right, they appear to be.”

James cheekily grinned and pressed a kiss to your temple. “You wouldn’t hurt your knight in shining armour,” he bragged, but without any real arrogance laced in his tone. You flipped him off with a grin and pulled out a chair for him next to you. “You’re late,” you airily said.

Sirius suddenly straightened up, his attention fixed on someone behind you. You turned around and waved Regulus over. “Come join us, Reg.”

Three weeks flew by in a blur, but- even though you’ve said this so often now- your were really enjoying your time at Hogwarts again. People’s gossips and predictions about yours and James’ relationship had turned into quiet whispers and envy.

James stood up for you on multiple occasions- after letting you have a go at the imbeciles of course. You had finally gone to a Quidditch game to support James, though of course not when they were playing against Slytherin. You had spent more time in the infirmary and James had joined you a few times by hanging out on one of the empty beds, occasionally handing you an ingredient such as Wolfsbane.

After having established that you absolutely loved hugs, James was always less that a step behind you, ready to give you the affection that you were too proud for to admit you wanted. You had been a frequent visitor to the boys’ dorms as well, making yourself comfortable in James’ arms as you dozed off for a nap. On other nights, you have even managed to persuade Regulus to join a handful of times as well. You wondered what would happen when James would graduate before you, but tried not to think much of it.

“So, we are definitely going to Hogsmeade together this week, right?” James popped up behind you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“How scandalous, are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah, why? You have a boyfriend or something?” James humoured you.

“Or something,” you joked. The innocent comment hit both you and James at the same time. A reminder that you two were in fact technically not really dating. You shook the thought away.

“I’ll see you at 11 o’clock,” you replied.

James grinned, “I’ll be there five minutes earlier.”

True to his words, he was waiting for you in the courtyard when you arrived on the dot. James offered you his arm and you linked yours through his.

“James?” James hummed in reply. “Does your offer about Spring Break still stand? I mean, I know it’s next week already, and it’s sort of short notice-”

James perked up. “Yes!” he said, a little too quickly and enthusiastic. He cleared his throat and lowered his volume. “Yes, you and Regulus can still come.”

You sighed and nodded in relief. “Right, because Reg and I have been talking and we might take you up on that offer.”

It was evening by the time you and James made your way back to Hogwarts. James had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, and you held his hand. James pressed a kiss to your temple every now and then. “What happened to the glass slippers?” He suddenly asked.

“They broke.”

“They broke?”

“Yep.”

“But didn’t you enchant them?”

“I did, but I was so angry at you that I smashed them to pieces against the wall like over two months ago.”

“Oh… But have you changed your mind since then?” James decided to finally ask you.

“About what?”.

“Me, and us.”

You looked at James and quietly admired him. James kept his eyes straight in front of him, too scared to look at you and see your reaction.

“Well, we are walking together, coming back from Hogsmeade. There’s not a student in sight and yet we are still holding hands,” You light-heartedly replied with a teasing smile. You squeezed his hand for good measure. It seemed enough to make James look at you.

“I’d say we’re pretty good friends-”

“I’m in love with you.”

You froze in your tracks and let go of James’ hand. Well, that took you by surprise. Fancying someone and claiming to be in love with someone- not loving but being in love- that was a next level. You smiled amusedly, successfully hiding your insecurities. “James, you’re not in love with me.”

James frowned at your response. He’d accept your rejection, but not you doubting his feelings.

“Yes, I am,” he stubbornly responded.

“No, you’re not,” you retorted, equally stubborn.

“Am too.”

“You’re not, James,” you exasperatedly said. “You’re not in love, you just fancy me because you’re comfortable.” You shrugged awkwardly. "And you only feel comfortable with me because I know so much about you. Because you poured your heart out to a stranger, and it so happened to be me.”

James bit his cheek, considering your words. Then he grinned and nodded. Your heart dropped, but not as much as it could have, because you had already prepared yourself for this. The joy behind setting yourself up for disappointment by never letting yourself get your hopes up.

“Yeah, I’m really comfortable with you.” He agreed. “Isn’t that great? Isn’t that love too? Being comfortable to the point you don’t feel the need to keep secrets anymore, where you feel the most accepted? The most at ease?”

You stared at James then cleared your throat. “So, when did you start being all knowledgeable and romantic?”

James snorted. You were adorable when you were awkward. “I’m the most comfortable with you,” he earnestly confessed to you. He carefully, as if to not scare you away, put a step forward and reached for your hand. He squeezed it softly. I mean it.

James felt you pull your hand back and bit his lip, forcing it to curl up into an accepting smile. “Right,” he cleared his throat as he tried to form a reply. But you weren’t done yet. You pulled back your hand and then threw both your arms around James’ neck as your brought him in a tight hug. You dipped your head down into the crook of his neck.

“And I’m the most vulnerable with you,” you mumbled against his skin. James sighed in relief, happiness, and love. He wrapped his arms around you protectively, as if to shield you in response.

You tilted your head sideways as you looked at James who was in front of you, down on one knee in your garden. James looked beautiful. His cheeks were slightly coloured from the cold and his hands held a small box with a ring.

“Love?” He asked, waving his hand in front of you, trying to get your attention. He didn’t sound nervous at all, in fact, he felt the most relaxed he’d ever been. This was definitely the future he’d imagined when he’d watched you laugh with his dad while bringing in the groceries. “My knee is getting numb from the cold, love. So, if you could just say yes or no,” he cheekily grinned.

You hummed in thought and then you replied, “Well, isn’t marriage a little too soon?” Your grin widened and spread across your face. “I mean, you’ve yet to officially ask me to be your real girlfriend.”

“Wait what-”

The end :)

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[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Mashirao Ojrio x Support Student!Reader - Magnum Opus

Summary: Ojiro drops by the support lab to check on the new suit he ordered, only to get much more than he requested in the order form.

Warnings: Fluff, pining, long, not proofread, afab!reader, slight innuendo

Ojiro paused at the door to the support class lab. The last time he was here to get his gi mended, he had to deal with Hatsume in all her spastic glory which, admittedly kept him from getting his costume updated much longer than he should have. Finally, he was told that if he didn't get something new, he'd be benched from his work-study, leading him to fill out a request form.

Knocking lightly on the door, he held his breath, releasing it when he heard a soft "Come in!" from within. Slipping inside, he looked around, taking in the mess. "Uh, good afternoon..." He called, unnerved when he couldn't immediately find the owner of the voice in the cluttered lab.

"Hiya, what can I do for you?" You chirped from a desk in the back corner, eyes not leaving the fabric you were feeding through a large sewing machine.

Finally finding you, he stepped closer, smiling at the way your tongue stuck out of the corner of your mouth and your magnifying goggles enarged your eye. "I'm not sure actually." He admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, waiting to be noticed.

"You need a mend, equipment, or a costume request form?" You asked, a hint of annoyance in your voice. "We're currently back up on new orders so if you're wanting something new it'll be a few weeks 'til it's done."

"None of the above?" He answered with a nervous laugh. "I put in an order last month and I was hoping to check on it, if that's fine?"

The mention of having already ordered something prompted your eyes to flicker to the client. You paled, immediately recognizing it as your longtime crush. "Oh my gosh!" You gasped, standing and hitting your head on the arm of your oversized desk lamp. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude!"

Ojiro hissed, wincing at your bump to the head, stepping forward to reach out. "No, no, I'm the one who should apologize for disturbing you! Is your head alright?"

"I'm fine!" You insisted, rubbing the crown of your head. "I was actually hoping you'd stop by! I thought about ringing for you, but I know you hero track students are pretty busy, so I didn't want to be a bug!"

He simply chuckled lightly, watching you bustle about the studio in a rolling chair. "I'm glad I came by when I did, then. But for the record, you could have called for me anytime."

"I'll keep that in mind!" You chirped, rolling back and forth. "Have a seat, I'll pull your file." As he sat at the empty table you pointed to, you rolled up to it, pushing your goggles up onto your head, giving you an even more adorably disheveled look. Setting the file down, you began to sift through it, pulling out various photos, forms, and sketches.

"So," you began, turning a few pages toward him. "I noticed you pretty much just reordered your original gi with an added pair of light blue gloves, are you married to that idea?"

The question took him by surprise, making his heart drop. He liked the simplicity of his original suit and the thought of changing it made him nervous. Not just that, but the question hinted at the notion that his order hadn't even been started yet after almost a month. "Why do you ask?" He questioned cautiously.

"Well, I've been studying some photos taken by field reporters and I noticed a few things," I say, pointing to a few candid photos of him in battle. "It seems like your gi always tears in the same places when you stretch. Do you know what that means?"

Ojiro blinked at you, confusion scribbled all over his face. "No?"

"It means wearing a gi does nothing for you." You explained, shuffling through the pages to find a diagram of his current suit. "It's purely cosmetic. The only advantage it gives you is that it's lightweight but, again there are much lighter materials out there that are twice as durable. Besides, you requested weighted accessories, so that defeats the entire purpose."

"So, what are you suggesting?" He asked, brows furrowed and shiny black eyes darting up to meet yours.

"I took the liberty of redesigning your suit to better fit your quirk and fighting style." You smirked confidently, laying a few sketches down in front of him. "The biggest change would be this body suit." You said, tapping a finger against the throat of the drawing. "It's total coverage from your neck to your feet incase of wardobe malfuntions, which seem to be an often occourance in your case." You giggle, not missing the way his cheeks flush. "It's made from a spandex and carbon fiber blend, so it's going to be pretty druable, and it'll stretch with you and still retain it's shape."

The young hero sat silent, looking over the new design, admittedly flattered by the way the sleek black material looked on him in the drawing. "Why black, though?"

"It doesn't have to be black," You answered, shrugging. "Stylistic choice. The white of the gi washes you out and this tan fur on the shoulder gets lost in your hair and tail, see?" You explain, showing him pictures that make him look much paler that he actually was. "A pop of black would break up the light colors and make you look overall more harmonious."

"I see..." He trailed, having never thought of how he looked in certain colors.

"I also in corporated this light blue you requested on the gloves and used it as an accent on the collar and a few other places." You finished, desperate for his feedback, practically rocking in your seat. "So, what do you think?"

"I-I don't know what to say, honestly..." He admitted sheepishly. "But can I be frank?"

"Of course!" You bit your cheek, thinking he'd tell you he hated the idea. "It's your suit, afterall. Your comfort and satisfaction is my absolute top priority!"

"Well..." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "This is great and all, but it all looks awefully expensive, and as long as I'm out of a suit, I'm out of a job. The agency only gave me so much of a budget, so the rest of the cose would be out of pocket." He explained, heart stings tugged by the disappointment on your face. "I-I like it, don't get me wrong!" He soothed, holding his hands up defensively. "I just really don't think I can afford something so high-tech, and I don't really have time to wait for something so intricate."

"I'm not charging you for it," You blinked, a bit confused as to why he'd assume he'd have to pay for it.

"W-What?" He asked, taken back, tail sticking straight up like a spooked cat. "But why?"

"Equipment made by sudents is always free to other students and staff." You explain with a kind smile, fond of the excited grin on his face.

"That's awesome! So wait-" He paused. "How long is this gonna take?" He asked, stilling himself. He didn't want to get his hopes up.

"I should have it done by the end of tomorrow if all goes right." You answer, matter of factly, pulling all the pappers toward you and organizing them.

"You can do it in a day?" He nearly gasped, tail wagging lightly, despite his best efforts to keep it still. "That's increadible!"

Your interest piqued at his exclainmation and the wonder in his eyes almost made you feel guitly for laughing. "In a day? No!" You snorted. "I've been working on this since the day you turned your forms in."

He wasn't sure why, but the thought of you working tirelessly on something nice for him warmed his cheeks. He didn't even know your name off the top of his head, let alone that he'd been so heavily on your mind for so long. "Wait, you said you weren't going to charge me, does that mean a student is making it?" You nodded, pointing to yourself.

"This is the first big project I'm handling on my own. It's going to be a benchmark to see if I'm ready to become a fully fledged member of the support team." You admitted with a bashful smile, closing the file and holding it to your chest. "I wanted to do my very best on it."

Ojiro smiled down at you, clearly seeing how much the redeisgn meant to you. In all honesty, he hadn't been crazy for it at first. It was so complex and busy, definately not what he was used to. But he couldn't possibly tell you no after all the work you'd put into it.

"Of course, I've already remade your original gi as requested, so if you don't like it..." You offered, a tinge of saddness in your voice.

Looking over the design again, his shoulders slumpedas it began to grow on him. "Don't be silly, I love it."

"Really?" You gasped, beaming and leaning in a bit too close.

"Really..." He sighed, backing up with a nervous chuckle. "Can I try it on when it's ready?" He asked, hoping to steer the conversation in another direction.

"You can try it on now!" You chirped enthusiastically before realizing you were becoming too hyper and calming yourself down a tad. "If you want, that is."

"I'd love to," Ojiro laughed airily at your antics, watching you jump out of your seat and scurry over to a back room. When you reemerged, you luged a large trunk in your arms that resembled a high-tech instrument case. You set it on the table with a victorious grin, undoing the latches and opening it very carefully.

"Oh wow..." He breathed, eyes widening was the light his costume which was presented on a clear mannequin. He could see the hexagonal stitching of the black body suit up close now, and the sky blue oriental details scattered throuout. The gi stayed largely the same, save for appearing to have looser sleeves and legs. The tuft of tan fur the kep on his shoulder now wrapped around his neck to the other lapel, giving off the appearance of a lion's mane. The look was tied together with a belt sililar to his old one, boots, and fingerless gloves, all black with that blue accent.

You stood behind the case waiting to be showered with praise for your hard work, his amazement stroking your ego tremendously. "I'm sorry, I'm just at a loss for words." He confessed, dark eyes shining brighter by the second. He couldn't believe someone he barely knew when to all this trouble over him. "T-This is increadible, thank you."

"No need to thank me, just doing my job!" You bluffed, your hunger for praise satiated as you shut the case and locked it, handing it to him by the handle. "Now go try it on so I know it fits!"

Gently, you budged him toward the other side of the room where the fitting room was. In reality, it was an open cubical with a thin curtain to protect the modesty of the occupant. Ojiro couldn't have the chance to resist, his face flushing when he realized what you wanted. He was already nearly inside the cubical, shoved by you, jittering with excitment. "Whoa, alright, alright!" He relented, flashing you an uneasy look before drawing the curtain behind him.

"Just call me if you need anything!" You chirped, giving him space and returning to your desk to work on your earlier project.

"Will do," He called back, not actually intending to ask for help, even if he did find himself needing some. Setting the case down on the floor and leaning it against the wall, he sighed, looking over himself critically in the full body mirror. He kicked himself to a greeing to wear something so skin tight, dreading having to see himself in that damned body suit.

However weary he was, for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to speak up, imagining the face you might pull if rejected. It could even have the potential to make you cry, and he couldn't think of anything worse rthan having to live with knowing he made someone who worked this hard for him shed a tear- not even wearing a suit he didn't like. With another heavy sigh, he sat on the bench, kicking out of his shoes, and shedding the blazer of his school uniform. Hanging it on the hook, he began to undo his tie, and then the buttons of his shirt.

Outside, you ran your sewing machine without a care in the world, the loud buzzing of the mecahnical workings music to your ears. You hummed happily, feeling the bright red fabric through the machine, finally starting on another young hero's order. It was due to this noise, you didn't hear Ojiro's nearly silent plea for help.

This was just fantastic, he thought. Here he was, in nothing but a body suit and blushed cheeks, fighting the zipper that rested between his sacral dimples. Initially, he was solid in his resolve to not ask for help, but the tiniest hint of a rip made him freeze and think better of himself. "H-Hey, um, miss?" He asked, poking his head out of the curtain.

"(Y/N)," You giggled, looking up, a bit saddened that he didn't walready know your name. "Whatcha need?" You asked, suprised at the flustered state he was in. "Need some help?" His shoulders slumped from behind the curtain and he nodded with a relieved smile.

"The zipper's stuck and I can't reach it..." He mumbled, slipping back into the cubical when he was sure you were headed his way. You chuckled to yourself, making your way over, pressing a palm to the doorframe.

"I'm coming in, are you decent?" You asked with a sympathetic sweetness in your voice.

"Not as much as I'd like to be but go ahead," He accepted sheepishly, stepping closer to the mirror, facing it with his hands balled infront of him. It wasn't that he pegged you for a pervert, but this body suit really didn't leave anythign to the imagination.

Drawing back the curtain a bit, you went to step inside, stopping short when you caught a glimpse of him. Ojiro stood before you barefoot in that skin tight suit you'd spent weeks designing and bringing to life, glancing so shyly over his shoulder. The junction of the suit stopped underneath his tail and started again with a zipper above. The rest of his back up to his nape was bare tense under your gaze. You'd known from the photos you studied that he was muscular but none of those pictures did him justice. It was obvious he took his phisique increadibly seriously, considering her was built like a greek god.

"M-My hands might be a bit cold..." You whispered, stepping closer, shaking yourself out of your trance. He winced, jumping a bit when your fingertips grazed his burning skin, just between his dimples of Apollo. "S-Sorry..." You stammered, trying hard to focus on the task at hand and not how his muscles flexed at your touch. You quickly identified the problem. The two sides came together like a jacket to accomadate his tail, which meant they had to be lined up exactly so, and in his haste, Ojiro had misalligned the pieces. You simply unjammed the zipper before whispering. "It's fixed, do you want me to zip it for you?"

He nodded timidly, worried if he tried it he'd get it stuck again. To his relief, he began to feel tghe garmet closing as your icy fingers trailed up his spine, resting at his nap as you tucked the zipper away. You then ran a fingertip back down, pressing the closure, ensuring that the void of black that was his back was seamless.

"You're all good," you mumbled, stepping out of the cubical. "Just suit of as normal and let me know if you need anymore help." You were so relieved to be out of there and away from him. You could feel the heat radiating off your face as youy scurried over to the refuge of your sewing desk.

Just as you had begun to calm down, you heard the distinct sound of the curtain hooks sliding on the rod, and Ojiro stepped out, fully dress and looking even more handsome in your deisngn than you ever intneded him to be. Frantically, you jumped up from the desk, red faced all over again, pepering him with questions.

"How does it feel? Too tight, too loose?' You interrogated himm, circling him with a pad and pencil, taking notes on every detail you could find. "Anything itchy? Any sensory issues? Any complaints?"

"No," He laughed contentedly, stretching a bit and pulling a few stances that were typical of his fighting style. "It feels great actually. I thought I'd hate the feeling of the body suit against the gi, but I can hardly feel it at all! It's so lightweight!"

Speaking of weight, a heavy one fell off your shoulders at his affirmations. "How's the fit?" You ask, a relieved smile cracking across your face.

"It's perfect, how'd you get the measurements so close?" He asked, shifting the sleeve of the gi to pinch the body suit form his forearm, as if to demonstrate how flawless it was.

You dismissed his praise bashfully, scribbing in your notes. "I-It was easy," you insisted, knowing well it took nearly a week to calculate his growth ratio from the last measurements he'd taken. "Not even worth explaining."

"Well, you nailed it," He gushed, rushing his gloved fingers through the fur on his shoulders. "Thank you, this is all perfect."

"I'm so glad you like it." You beamed, heart swelling with pride. "Would you like any alterations to be made before I put on the finishing touches?"

"Actually, there is one thing," He admitted sheepishly, feeling ungrateful for even mentioning it. "I requested a weighted belt, this one feels pretty light."

"Oh, how could I forget!" You gasped playfully, stepping closer to him, grabbing him by the knot in his belt. Nibble fingers undid the knot and you slipped the ribbon off him, thgrowing it over your shoulder like it was nothing. Meanwhile, for the nth time today, Ojiro was reduced to a wide eyed, blushing mess.

Taking the belt with you, you pretending not to notice the top to his gi falling open, hanging at his sides, or the way his flustered stare followed you over to a nearby shelf. Digging into a box labeled 'M. Ojiro', you pulled out a small device before stepping over to your desk, laying the sash out flat.

Your client waited with baited breath as you ripped a seam abnd slipped a small disk into each end before sewing them back up. You then took the device and pried it in half, and then again into fourths. He paled, thinking you migght have broken it, but it all began to make sense when you began to attach the pieces to the sash. "There we go," You smiled, standing up and walking back over.

You pink cheeks, you wrapped your arms around his waist to position the belt, fingertips brushing his toned abdomen when you held his shirt in place. Finally, you tied the belt off, knoting it exactly like he had. Immediately, Ojiro could feel the weight shift in his center of gravity, putting a smile on his face. "Better?"

"Much better," He smiled, jagged canines gleaming in the energy efficient lighting.

"The weights on your belt are magnetic for easy removal," You begin to explain, lifting one of the ends and demonstrating how to detatch them. "They're made of steel and vaulcanized rubber," You say, reattaching them, before holding out your hand, wanting his. You continue explaining when he sets his hand in yours. "Your golves are made of that same spandex-carbon fiber blend and padded with rubber and steel on the palms, wrists, and knuckles. This adds weight to them like you requested, and it packs a punch."

"Damn..." He mouthes, balling his other fist, marveling at the small shiny circles on his nuckles.

"Your boots are also fitted with vaulcanized rubber soles and steel toes." You finish, pleased with the astonished expression on his face.

"Well, I can't thank you enough, (Y/N)," He grins, admiring himself. "Really, is there anyway I coluld repay you?"

You pause for a moment, weighing your options. You could ask for payment in the form of a date, but ultimately, if he didn't have feelings for you, that wouldn't go anywhere positive. "No, you don't have to do anything for me, you're appreciation is enough."

He gives you a sympathetic smile. "Are you sure there's nothing I could give you?"

"It was a labor of love," You sighed still cradling his hand, thumb brushuing over his steel knuckles. Qucikly you realized how your words could be mistaken and drop his hand. "L-Love for my job, that is!" He huffed out a laugh at your reaction. "S-So, was there anything else you needed or...?"

"Nope, I think that just about settles me," He replied with a kind smile, one you'd adored for so long now.

"Well, go ahead and change then," You suggested sadly. "I'll finish the alterations and have it read by tomorrow evening."

"Sounds great, I'll be by tomorrow." He nodded, turning back to the dressing room, leaving you alone with your jumbled thoughts. Before you have the chance to sort them, he's reemerging in his uniform, tie hung aroun his shoulders, undone, carrying his blazer and the garment case in his arms. "Thanks again, seriously."

You simply nodded, taking the case from him. "Anytime..." An awkward silence settled between the two of you and you knew the interaction was drawing to a close. "W-Well, I've got a lot of work to do, and I'm sure you're very busy, so..."

"I won't take up too much more of your time," He smiled sweetly, raising a hand up to brush a strand of hair from your eyes. "Forgive me for saying so but, your kindness and dedication to your craft is inspiring. It's so refreshing to see someone with the best interest of others at heart."

"Y-You think so?" You swooned, falling completely for his newfound charm.

"Mhm," He hummed fondly, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight. "I think it makes you special." He addmitted happily. "Now, did you have something you wanted to ask me?"

How could he have possibly known? You hadn't exactly been subtle about your feelings, but surely you hadn't be that obvious, right? "I did but," You stammered, looking away timidly. "If you had something to ask me, you can go first..."

"Ladies first," Ojiro smirked, not a hint of condisention anywhere on him. "Then I'll go."

You silently cursed him, taking a shaky breath to ground yourself before shly peeking up at him. "If I'm so special, could someone like me ever have a chance with someone like you?"

His kind smile seemed to grow at your question as he inched closer. "I think any kind of person would count their lucky stars to have a chance with someone like you."

His words put honeyglow in your cheeks and you couldn't contain the joy that seemed out through the grin that cracked across your face. "That's probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard..." You gushed gleefully. "What were you going to ask?" You wondered with a knowing expression, praying you hadn't misread his intentions.

"Well..." He trailed, suddenly shy again after having upheld this charming facade for too long. "I-I was wondering if, since you went to such lengths for me..." He swallowed, trying to force the words that were stuck in his throat out. "I-If you'd let me take you out...?"

"Like on a date?!" You gasped, lunging forward, collecting his hands in yours and holding them to your chest.

"M-Mhm..." He nodded sheepishly, cheeks ears blushed. "I just think you're really sweet and I'd like to get to know you better..."

"I'd love to!" You joyously accept, throwing your arms around his neck, unable to contain your enthusiams any longer. To your delight, you could feel his arms snake around your middle. "But it'll have to wait a few days,"

"Why's that?" Ojiro asked, quirking a brow as he pulled away slightly to look at you.

"If you want your suit done by tomorrow, I have to knuckle down and finish it before I do anything else." You snickered, beaming up at him.

He thought for a moment. "if you ended your work day right now and we went out, how far would that set you back?"

"You'd probably be looking at Friday for pick up." You answer, glancing up as you fact check yourself. "Yeah, that's right."

With a sigh, his shoulders slumped. "What kind of ice cream do you like?"

"What about your suit?" You laughed, scrunching up your nose as his nudged against it and his tail wound around your ankle.

"It can wait, this is more important."

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omg, I just watched a funny video of a boyfriend and girlfriend playing a prank on their group of friends. The boyfriend asks the group of friends to help him propose to the girlfriend, when it was finally time to propose after organizing everything she declines (both are in on it, but the friends are not), and the prank continues with the gf leaving while the bf stays crying to their friends. Since April fools is coming up can I request something like that with any skz member proposing to their gf in front of the other members?? 😭 you can make it as fluffy funny or as “angsty” as you want, if you can!! 🤗 thank youuu

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Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Female!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, idol!AU.

Word Count: 3,111

Warnings: Swearing. (not proofread yet!)

A/N: I'm a tad bit late, but I have essays due this week (school is literally killing me, smh..) so I'm not sorry, I just didn't have the time, haha. I hope you like it, I tried to follow what you requested, but it was kind of tricky for me.

"NO FUCKING WAY!"

"Gosh, Han!" Hyunjin exclaimed, blocking his ears with his hands from the sudden noise that is Jisung's scream.

"I fucking knew it! I could tell you were going to do it soon!" Jisung ignored his friend, still being noisy. "Am I the best man?" he smirked at Seungmin.

The latter pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. He knew the boys would be reacting very strongly when he was going to announce he wanted to propose to you, but he still didn't expect them to be so stoked.

"I'm asking you to help me propose! Not to help me plan a wedding that I don't even know is going to happen," he shook his head in discouragement.

Chan frowned as he stood up. "I have one question." Seungmin turned to him, encouraging him to continue. "Are you sure about this? This is a huge commitment, you know?"

"I've been with her for years, it's not like I didn't think about it."

"What did you have in mind for the setting?" Jeongin asked. "Oh, can I plan that out?"

To this, Felix raised his hand. "I want to do that."

Shutting his eyes, Seungmin let himself drop back on the couch as the boys kept on bickering. Changbin insisted on a nice outside proposal, while Hyunjin and Felix were strongly defending the idea of an engagement at a restaurant. Seeing the man on the verge of killing himself internally from the mess he had created, Minho walked to Seungmin before sitting next to him. As expected, he hadn't said a word since the subject was brought up. Until now.

"Congratulations."

Seungmin shrugged. "I haven't asked her yet."

"She'll say yes. The girl would literally jump off a bridge if you tell her to do so," he chuckled. "If you want my opinion, go with something simple. No need to go over the top."

"Thanks, Minho."

"I have an idea!" Chan exclaimed, eyes wide open. "Remember when we all went to the aquarium and the two of you ran away from us because we were too loud?"

"Yeah..?" Seungmin said, briefly getting a picture of the memory.

"Propose to her there! It's a nice place, not too many people if you choose the day and time properly, and it brings you back to a nice moment you had together!"

Seungmin hummed. "Actually, this is an excellent idea."

"Good morning!" you beamed at your boyfriend upon seeing him half asleep.

He groaned, still tired, as he sat down at the table in your apartment. Rubbing his eyes, he sniffed in the air before frowning.

"Babe, since when do you actually make pancakes with eggs and bacon?"

You shurgged. "Am I not allowed to treat my boyfriend well? Especially if he's about to propose in the following week?" you said nonchalantly, but that's all it took for Seungmin to jump up on his feet and stare at you with eyes wide open.

"What did you just say?"

"That I want to treat my boyfr-"

"The other part."

You snickered at him, devilishly. "You want to propose to me in the following week."

In an instant, his face turned completely white. "Who told you that?" he huffed, trying to act as if this was nonsense.

"Jeongin. Then I asked Jisung to confirm. And just to be sure, I asked Changbin after." you smiled. "Either they are all lying, or you really wanted to take me to the aquarium to propose."

Seungmin had no words. He was barely processing what you had just said. Weeks of planning, buying the ring, asking the guys to organize a nice set up, making calls here and there to go to a nice restaurant beforehand... All of his hard work thrown in the trash because his friends couldn't keep their mouth shut.

"Do I kill them or do I kill them?" he ended up mumbling, smoke coming out of his nostrils.

You walked around the counter, not forgetting to turn off the stove, before coming right in front of Seungmin. "Babe, it's alright. We had already talked about it before and we both know that's what we want." you pecked his lips, but he pouted. "Seungmin..." you sighed.

"I was sure you were going to say yes, don't get me wrong, but the surprise is still ruined."

He held you closer in his arms, and you pat his back in a soothing way. Seungmin would usually be laughing at these kinds of situations, so you knew he was definitely crushed by how he couldn't do his proposal properly.

"If it makes you feel any better, we can still go to the aquarium? I've already indirectly told you yes, so might as well celebrate it?"

That seemed to do the trick as he nodded happily before bringing you into a sweet kiss. "I have a great idea." he smirked after the kiss.

Your smile fell. Seungmin never had good ideas when he'd say he has one.

"What are you thinking of?"

What you didn't expect was to see the whole gang assembled in front of the building. You got a déjà vu from the time you left the boys behind with Seungmin because they were being chaotic as per usual. Seungmin was holding tight onto your hand, giving you some reassurance. You hated participating in his bad decisions, but you had to admit that the guys kind of deserved it.

"Guys, what are you doing here?" Seungmin sighed as you joined the group.

"We came for some support!" Felix exclaimed.

Changbin hit him with his elbow, giving him a death stare. "Emotional support from fishes." he justified.

Good saving Changbin.

"Sure..." Seungmin sighed. "Shall we go, Y/N?"

He led you inside. As he had planned, there was barely any people inside. He bought the tickets as you started to explore the place. The first thing you spotted were jellyfishes. You let go of Seungmin and ran to the tank. You felt like a child really, but the fluorescence of the animals were only too beautiful to not react this way. Seungmin came behind you and placed his hand on your hip before putting his chin on your shoulder.

"It's pretty." he commented. "Just like you."

You laughed at his word. "Well, well... Aren't you being sweet today, Minnie?"

"I'm always sweet." he pecked your cheek.

Laughs interrupted your moment. With a sighed, you looked to where the noise was coming from only to see the seven boys look your way.

"I swear to God, I'll kill them." Seungmin huffed in a whisper. "But it's good they're watching. They kind of have to if we want this to work."

"You're so evil." you rolled your eyes.

"I know, that's why you love me."

You moved along along and got to the tank were you could touch the sea cucumbers and the starfishes. You dragged Seungmin behind and encouraged him to touch the animals with you. He wasn't in for it much, but he eventually thought it was rather funny. Anything for you, if it meant you were happy. Soon, you went through a tunnel were small sharks species were swimming around. Seeing your uneasiness, Seungmin pulled you closer to him to make you feel that you had some sort of protection.

"I feel like I'm underwater." you mumbled. "It's so weird."

Moving forward, you then arrived the place you were looking forward to the least: the tropical fishes tank. This was the spot the guys and Seungmin chose for the proposal. Oddly enough, he did prepare everything. There was a letter on the glass of the tank attached by some tape. Curious, you approached it slowly.

"Why is there my name on this?" you laughed nervously to Seungmin, who only gave you a small smile in return.

You took the piece of paper and unfolded it to see, in a beautiful handwriting, a love letter. You turned to your boyfriend, confused since he hadn't told you about this detail beforehand.

"Go ahead, read it."

Still on your guards, your eyes went back to the writing. The moment you started to read, you actually wanted to cry.

My dear Y/N,

I know we haven't had the best moments together. It was mostly rough, filled with uncertainty as we explored our relationship. We've been together for a lot while, no? It still feels like yesterday when we went on our first date. I still can feel the blush you were putting on my cheeks that day.

Thank you for agreeing with my weird ideas. Thank you for keeping up with, not only me, but the boys too. Thank you for staying around although I know being away on tour can be hard for you. Most importantly, thank you for loving me.

I love you the most, and I wish us the best future together.

Your Minnie.

By then, Seungmin had wrapped his arms around you as you dropped a few tears. Along with your sniffs, you melted into his embrace lovingly as you murmured sweet words and thanks. He truly was your everything.

So when he put his knee down, you sobbed even more. How could you refuse to marry him like this, even while being aware this was all an act? The boys came closer, but still gave you some space, so they could watch from afar.

"Y/N, this is something we have been discussing for a while now. I love you so much and it would pain me if I never get to spend the rest of my days with you." Seungmin started, looking up at you.

You hoped the love and sincerity you saw in his eyes were raw and not faked for the show. You knew Seungmin better than this, and he was being genuine. If anything, he couldn't lie to you in your face. You were too precious for that.

"So..." he trailed off while taking out a small box from his pocket. "F/N, will you do me the pleasure of marrying me?"

As he opened the box, your gaze went straight to the ring. He picked the perfect one. Although it had a lot of small details, it remained simple with the small diamond on top of it. You didn't know you could cry more than this.

"I-" you started, but stopped yourself as you remembered what you needed to do. "I love you, Seungmin... But I can't..."

You heard gasps coming from the boys and quiet whispers, as they were clearly confused. Although you had planned of walking away, you did so only because you couldn't bear with Seungmin's face who had dropped instantly. Either he was an excellent actor, or you had truly hurt him. So you left, leaving his letter behind as you dropped it in front of him.

"I got you an ice cream." Jeongin said in a sad tone as he came back from the ice cream shop nearby.

The boys had left the aquarium not so long after you, and they moved to the park next to it. Jeongin had offered himself to get everyone a treat, but especially for the broken-hearted man

"Thank you, Innie." Seungmin said as he took the cone from him.

"I was sure she was going to say yes." Jisung muttered under his breath.

"We were all sure." Chan added. "She only refused the proposal, though, maybe she is simply not ready for such a commitment?"

Minho deadpanned at him. "They've been together for like, what, five years? She was already committed to him enough that there is no logic in her refusing, don't you think?"

"You can't be certain. What is she simply doesn't want to get married?"

"Nonsense." Felix joined in. "I've heard them talk about it before, and she told him about her dream wedding dress and shit."

"Alright, then. Did they fight?" Hyunjin questioned, but Changbin huffed in response.

"Did they look like they fought to you when they got here?" he rolled his eyes.

"Guys, it's alright." Seungmin stopped them. "Don't act like I'm not here."

They all quickly apologized, and then kept quiet. They weren't exactly sure what to say, they have never witnessed such a devastating moment before. They even less expected for it to happen to Seungmin.

"Are you doing alright?" Jeongin dared to ask.

Seungmin shrugged. "I don't feel good, for sure. It's like I haven't processed what happened yet."

Seungmin was rarely sad. Most of the boys didn't know how to react to this, especially when it was such a big turn of event that caused it. Changbin debated internally whether he should call you or not, at least to get an explanation out of you. Still, the main focus was on Seungmin.

"What are you going to do now?" Jisung, who had surprisingly remained rather quiet the entire time, asked.

"We can go back home, I guess. I don't know..."

"Wait for her call." Hyunjin said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "She'll call you for sure. In the meantime, try to get some rest."

He thanked his friends truthfully. He didn't expect this whole thing to actually hurt him. Still, he wanted to scare the shit out of the guys, and it all seemed to be working perfectly. But it became too much.

"It was a joke, guys." he finally admitted.

Hyunjin took his hand off him and stared widely at Chan. The others were as stunned, as they gave him a look of confusion.

"Care to explain, please?" Felix broke the awkward silence that was settling.

Seungmin sighed, a lump in his throat. "Y/N told me that Jeongin, Jisung and Changbin had ruined the surprise. I was so mad and disappointed that I had the stupid idea of pulling a prank on you. So basically, her refusing to marry me was the plan, but I'm starting to think it wasn't as funny as I originally anticipated it to be."

Changbin gave him an apologetic smile. "We're sorry for ruining it all. She said she would fake her surprise face, but it looks like you two got us." he laughed out.

"Seungmin, this is very wrong, you know that? We're sorry it didn't go as planned, but I don't think Y/N was faking her tears earlier." Chan sighed loudly.

"I know that." Seungmin groaned, putting his face in his hands, not holding back tears anymore. "And it actually hurt me when she said she couldn't, even though I was the one who told her to say this. I feel like shit."

Jeongin, who had dialed a number on his phone, put it away in his pocket as he shook his head. "She's not answering my calls."

"Go see her." Minho assured. "Talk it out with her, I'm sure you can figure this out."

Back in your apartment, you had changed into sweatpants and opened a pot of ice cream to eat in front of the television. This was so cliché, but you didn't care. You were genuinely hurting, and it seemed to be the only way to cope for now. Your phone rang again, signaling that one of the guys, most likely Changbin or Jeongin, had texted you yet again. Ignoring the calls, you simply increased the volume of your movie as tears were dripping out of your eyes. As the characters on the screen were in the middle of a dialogue, you heard a soft knock coming from the door.

"Busy." you yelled out, eyes still focused on the TV.

Another knock.

"Come back later."

One more.

You huffed as you put away your snack, getting up to look at the peephole. Seungmin... there he was. Standing at your front door, eyes swollen and a bit red. Though you were mad at him for the whole prank thing, he was still the love of your life, and seeing him like this pained you.

You unlocked the door and opened it, to his shock. He looked up at you and gave you a weak smile.

"Hey."

"Hi."

He took a deep breath. "Can I come in?"

"Baby, I'm so sorry for what happened." he mumbled.

You let him in and he walked upon your ice cream with your TV on. That's when he turned to you to take a better look at your appearance. You looked as much of a mess as him, maybe more, and it only made him feel worse.

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to play it cool. "All good. How did they react?"

"It doesn't matter."

You frowned. "Wasn't it the whole point of your idea?"

"Yes, but it was probably the worst idea I've ever had."

You cocked your head to the side, taken aback from his words. "You've had worse ideas than that, what do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb, Y/N." he said, started to get frustrated. "I hurt you."

"I mean, yeah, a little. But it was all fake, no?"

"Everything I said was true. Everything in that damn letter." he said as he pulled it out of his pocket. "It was all true. Because, guess what? I am insanely obsessed with you. The mere thought of losing you over this stupid ass plan destroyed me. Just ask any of the guys, I was a mess after you left."

"Obviously, you were acting and-"

"Love, I wasn't faking that. I told them the truth right away."

"Oh." you nodded your head slowly. "Just so you know, it did break my hurt refusing to marry you."

He smiled warmly, coming closer to you. "I know, and I'm sorry baby."

Your tears came back in your eyes as you pulled him in your embrace. "Don't fucking make me do this again."

"I won't, I promise."

He pulled away from you and wiped your tears with the hem of his sleeve. "While we're at it." he breathed out.

You observed him as he did the same motion as earlier that day. Putting a knee down, he took out the same box as he stared right back at your teary eyes.

"This is all sincere, I promise. I can't express how much you mean to me and I can't imagine a life where you are not by my side." he said before opening the little box, exposing the shining ring. "Will you marry me?"

"Fuck yes." you sobbed out.

He got up instantly before crashing his lips onto yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. It had a hint of saltiness because of your tears, but it only added to how meaningful it was.

"I love you too." you cried out while he put the ring around your finger. "But I hate you so fucking much."

"I know, baby."

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Timbres of Heaven - Prologue

Characters: Yuuta, Nagisa, Kaoru

Translator: Mika Enstars

JP Proofreader: ksts

EN Proofreader: ixcarus

"(And I was a little proud of the fact I'd never had to take off work due to poor health, too…)"

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Season: Spring

Location: Starmony Dorms (Kaoru, Yuuta, Nagisa's Room)

Yuuta: (Ugh, gosh~, I’m so disappointed…)

(And I was a little proud of the fact I'd never had to take off work due to poor health, too…)

(And now I have. And at such an important time, too…)

(I’ve always gotten plenty of solo work, but since the turn of the fiscal year, it’s been slowly declining.)

(The reason is simple. Everyone’s still getting used to my new look—)

(And with the turn of the new fiscal year, it’s a fresh start for every idol, so everyone’s enthusiastically at work.)

(The general public always prefers the new and popular.)

(I know there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s just how the world is.)

(Even my image change was done with that in mind.)

(But, even so, I still have to fight if I want to make progress—)

(No, now that I’ve put my mind to it, I have no choice but to fight and progress.)

(That’s why I’ve been taking on every job I’ve been asked to do, without being picky, but…)

(As a consequence, I ended up in this miserable condition.)

(The doctor said I’d be able to return to work in a couple days, but I really hate that I have to rest…)

(My schedule had to be rearranged, and I lost out on some of my work in the process. It feels terrible.)

(I have to not let myself be called “the less successful one of 2wink”…)

(And to do that, it’s absolutely required of me to take each and every job seriously, and accumulate my achievements as “Aoi Yuuta”. Yet…)

Sigh, this is the worst…

Nagisa: …Hm?

…What’s wrong, Yuuta-kun? Are you feeling unwell?

Yuuta: Huh?

Oh, I was just talking to myself. Don’t worry.

Nagisa: …I see. Don’t push yourself too hard. You’re sickly.

Yuuta: To call me sickly is an exaggeration~. I’m just a little under the weather, that’s all.

Nagisa: …Don’t take this so lightly. Fatigue is the root cause of all illnesses, an SOS from the body itself. If left neglected, it can lead to injury or illness.

…Take care of yourself, Yuuta-kun.

Yuuta: ‘Kaaay. …Um, I can see that you’re taking care of me, but aren’t you busy, Ran-senpai?

You really don’t have work or anything to do? Seriously, you don’t have to worry about me, alright?

Nagisa: …No worries. I have work to attend to in the evening, but I am free until then.

…I am doing this because I want to, so don’t worry.

…How nostalgic. Back when I was living at Hiyori-kun’s house, I had fallen unwell once. Hiyori-kun took care of me, just like this.

…There was little conversation though, as I did not even know as much as my abcs. But, just having him at my side kept me at ease.

…As the one always being taken care of, and with little to do, this is a change of pace for me.

…If there’s anything you’d like me to do for you, just let me know, Yuuta-kun.

Yuuta: Ahaha, just your sentiments are enough for me, okay~? I’m hesitant to burden you, Ran-senpai.

Kaoru: Hey~! Yuuta-kun, you alive~?

Oh, Ran-kun’s here too? Heya~♪

Nagisa: …Heya. Welcome back, Kaoru-kun.

Kaoru: Glad to be back. I finished my meeting early, so I headed back.

Do you like apples, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: Yeah. As long as they’re not too sweet.

Kaoru: Got it! Can’t know how sweet they are until we try them, but I’ll peel some for you since I’ve bought them. Making bunny apples for the sick is a classic!

Nagisa: …Bunny apples?

Kaoru: You don’t know about them? First you do this, then do this… Then you make a cut here…

And there you have it~. Here you go, Yuuta-kun.

Yuuta: You didn't need to go through the trouble! Thanks for the food, *chew chew*…

Kaoru: So? Is it to your liking?

Yuuta: …Yup! It’s not too sweet, and has a nice taste.

Kaoru: I’m glad~! I’ll get the rest peeled for you to eat whenever you’re hungry, ‘kay?

Nagisa: …So these are bunny apples, huh?

…There’s a saying that an apple a day keeps the doctor away. But how come they’re made into a shape like this?

(I really wish I could’ve taken on today’s job…)

Kaoru: Hm~, not sure, really. Maybe to make them appealing to children…?

Who knows the reason, but back when I was little, my family would always peel me apples when I was sick in bed.

Nagisa: …I see. So bunny apples are like a symbol of sincerity.

Kaoru: Maybe so~. Here, Ran-kun, one for you too.

Nagisa: …But I’m healthy?

Kaoru: It’s fiiine! Yuuta-kun can’t eat all this by himself, so I’m sharing a portion of sincerity with you.

Nagisa: …In that case, I’ll accept it.

…

Yuuta: What’s wrong, Ran-senpai? You’re staring at the apple.

Nagisa: …I’m observing it. This is my first time seeing such a thing. It would be a waste to eat it right away.

…Have you eaten bunny apples before, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: I know of them from things like manga and other media, but never eaten them~. My father isn’t the type of person to do anything like that.

As for Aniki, we used to always catch our colds at the same time. So we’d both be out of service.

Kaoru: How about I teach you both how to make bunny apples, then?

I bet it’s tough for you to rest. It’d make for a good way to kill time, wouldn’t it?

Yuuta: Is that really okay? Thank you so much!

Yuuta: (I’d rather not, but… it’d be rude to say no, and would only make them worry more.)

(It might come in handy someday though, so I’ll pay attention to the lesson.)

(Anyhow. “Killing time”, huh… I would have been heading over to the photo studio by now, if it weren’t for me getting sick.)

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Hi could you do cheater hanako x fem!reader. Hanako felt that y/n was not paying him attention and he to get her back he started hanging out with yashiro more and y/n went in the bathroom to find them making out.

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A/n: OH MY GOSH THAT’S SO SMART- WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT– I’d be more than happy to fulfill your request!

THIS TOOK SO LONG IMSORRY– YOU PROBABLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT!! JUST FORGET THAT IT’S BEEN SO LONG KAY?

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Title: Empty Promises

Pairing: Hanako(Yugi Amane) x Reader

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Warnings: slight ooc characters, not proofread, mentions of cheating, grammar errors,

In this story, all the characters are slightly older than what they canonically. Yashiro being 16-17ish, Y/n being Yashiro’s senior, is 17ish going 18, Teru is also 17 going 18, something like that. But you can ignore this as it isn’t much of a changer in the story(except the parts where Y/n going to college is mentioned- Just do whatever you’d like with this info)

Genre: Angst

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Y/n- your name, s/o- significant other,

Reader: Female

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“Good morning, my Y/n! How was your night?” He wrapped himself around you as you organized paperworks at the student council room. “Were you thinking about me?” He asked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows.

You scoffed and chuckled. “Maybe.” He awed “You definitely did! Bet I was your knight in shining armor. And you were my damsel in distress.” Rolling your eyes, your mind immediately came up with an idea. You slightly leaned onto him as you looked up to meet a curious pair of eyes.

“Oh my knight in shining armor, please do help me, your damsel, in distress.” You added sarcasm to the last words. He grinned, now playing along. “Oh my lovely princess, what can I, your knight, aid you with?”

You handed Hanako a huge pile of papers and sat on your chair, filling out some paperwork. “Can you place them on the President’s desk?” You gave him a sweet yet smug smile. He groaned. “You baited me! Again!” He complained, pouting at you. You laughed, waving your hand. “You are going to help your damsel right? Well, off you go! I’ll give you a reward when you come back~”.

“Oh and greet Teru for me!” You exclaimed, giving him a kiss before continuing your work.

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Hanako continued to frown as he fled towards the said president’s office. ‘I hate this.’ he grumbled to himself, before remembering he could teleport. He called out his haku-joudai and sent it to Teru’s office. It failed. “Huh?” He said confused. Then it dawned on him. “Right, that ‘School Prince’ placed a barrier. Great.” 

He continued to float towards the office with a grumpy face.

Once near the destination, Hanako put on a happy facade and quickly knocked the wall, knowing that electricity was flowing through the door. “Come in!” A smooth male voice said from the other side. “I would if you take out the barrier!” Hanako exclaimed back.

A woosh was heard before the President himself came out with a faux smile on his face. “Come in. Hanako.” He said the name with venom that Hanako immediately obliged. Once inside, Teru frowned and crossed his arms, watching the ghost’s every move. Hanako scoffed then smiled. “No need to be rude, jeez. I’m just here to give you the paperworks from Y/n. She said hi.”

The blond male sighed. “Just place them on my desk. I really have to tell her to bring it herself next time..” He muttered to himself.

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Hanako teleported back to your office to see that no one was there, he looked around. Were you hiding? Where did you go? He went around the hallways trying to find you and call your name.

“Y/n? Y/nnnnn- where are you?” He whined. “I sent the papers to him as promised. WHERE IS MY KISS?!”

Hanako looked left and right for you in the hallways. Each second, getting more and more worried. His worries were changed to relief then annoyed. You were with a student, who was close to you as he chatted with you. The student waved and bid goodbye after he needed whatever he asked from you.

You stood there, going back to the office until you noticed Hanako in the hallway. You sheepishly smiled and held his hand undetectably, then went back to the office. “Who was that?” He asked, as soon as possible when the two of you were in the room. “It’s a student asking for help about something.” You answered. He crossed his arms. “Asking you on a date?”

“What- No! He was asking for help with his assignment. We’re classmates.” He let out an ‘oh’, his arms falling beside him. You sighed and slightly shook your head. “I’m not going to dump you for someone else, Hanako. I only have eyes for you.”

He immediately smiled and tackled you to a hug. “Awww, I knew you wouldn’t cheat on me!” You hugged him back, smiling as well “Of course I wouldn’t.”. As a reward for helping you, you gave him the long awaited kiss, which he immediately warmed up to. After a long moment, you thought it was time to let go, once you did, Hanako whined, the warmth gone.

You sat back at your desk and began to write down on another worksheet. “Ugh, you’re always writing something.” He pouted, his translucent body resting on the table trying to cover the paper. You paid no mind. “I have to. It’s my college application.”

He shot up. “C-college?” You nodded. “Y-Y/n- you don’t need to go! Don’t go. You’ll have everything here- you can live here, you can- Tsuchigomori-sensei will teach you! You don’t need to leave..”

“It’s my last year here, Hanako. But don’t worry. It’ll be a few months more before I leave. I’ll visit you too if that makes you happy.”

He sighed, a frown still in his face. “You have to promise me that, Wouldn’t want your oh-so-lovely boyfriend alone do you?” You shook your head smiling, you and Hanako intertwining pinkies to bound the promise.

“I promise.” Hanako’s lips turned upwards to a grin.

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Time skip to after school. Hanako hugged you from behind. “Finally! We can be together.” His voice was cheery. You gave him an apologetic smile. “I can’t Hanako. I have to continue to fill out my college application-”

“It’s always ‘Paperwork, paperwork. I have to finish my forms!’” He impersonated your voice. “I just want to hang out with you, is that too much to ask?!”

“I-”

“I just want to be with you! Since the start! I wanted us to be close! I thought that maybe after we got together, we’ll be together and you won’t leave me. Isn’t that how relationships work?!” Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, while you watched him guiltily.

“Hanako I’m-” You reached for him but he slapped your hand away. He looked down. “I’m gonna get some fresh air. Give me time to cool off.” Before he could teleport away, he dared to look at you. Seeing the hurt and guilt in your eyes, he closed his eyes shut.

A moment after he left, you muttered his name. ‘I didn’t know this was affecting him that much.. I’m such a bad s/o..” You decided to do the form later and went to the bathroom, hoping to see Hanako there and apologize.

“Ah, Y/n-senpai!” Yashiro exclaimed, she stopped sweeping and noticed your sad expression. “Is everything alright? What’s wrong?”

You both sat on the cleaned floor, as you vented your feelings to Yashiro. She patted your shoulder for comfort as you sulked. “I’m sure you and Hanako-san will solve this problem soon. I know you both love each other so much.” She smiled, but her heart ached as she spoke.

“I guess.. But we’ve been a bit... We don’t hang out much anymore. I guess that’s mostly my fault because I’m always busy with work.”

“I’m sure he understands.”

The door opened to see Hanako. You quickly stood to your feet and tackled the ghost, muttering apologies. You felt Hanako slowly wrapping his arms around you, mentioning Yashiro and the mokkes to leave.

Once the door closed, he spoke up. “I’ve been a jerk to you too. You’re not the only one who’s regretting their decisions.” He stopped for a while, playing with the hem of your uniform. “Just please stay with me.”

“I will.”

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After that argument, everything went back to normal. You continued to spend time with Hanako, and still managed to do your student council duties. With the help of Hanako, you managed to finish all your work for the time being.

But even after that, that doesn’t mean the other students won’t ask you for help.

“Why won’t they ask that school prince for help instead?” He waved his hand in front of the student, who was oblivious. “Maybe Teru’s busy. I’ll hang out with you later, Hana.” You muttered to Hanako.

“Did you say something?” The student looked at you from his paper, briefly pausing.

“Nope! Nothing.” You blurted out.

“Fine! I’ll hang out with Yashiro then.” Before you could bid him goodbye, he was out of your sight. You told the student to focus on his work while you thought about Hanako. ‘I hope I wasn’t too mean.’ You thought to yourself, brushing off the heavy feeling, as you told Hanako you’d hang out with him later.

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You bid goodbye to the student before parting ways. You stretched your back, hoping to go back to your sweet-sweet bed and lie down. You yawned. “Going somewhere?” You jolted at the voice, turning around to see Teru smiling. “Yeah.” You quickly answered. “It’s late, you should rest. I’ll let Akane take care of the current work you have.”

You shook your head. “No need, I already finished all of them.” You turned your back, waving. “I have to go. You should go home Prez.”

You paused, before continuing. “And at least give Akane a break.”

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You opened the door, expecting to be greeted by Hanako’s arms. Instead, the room was empty. No one was there. “Hanako?” You called, looking around. “Where are you?”. Looking out the window, you saw Hanako and Yashiro at the garden making flower crowns. You focused your eyes on Hanako, seeing him smile, flowers on his head, and having fun.

You smiled, going down to join them.

“You guys seem to be having fun.” You grinned. Yashiro’s eyes widened in surprise as she didn’t notice you. Hanako jolted, before smiling wider and pulling you beside him. “I made a flower crown for you!” He took a flower crown of your favorite flowers and gently placed them on your head.

“A crown fit for a queen.” You felt heat rush up your face, smiling widely that you can’t control it. “Thank you, my king.” You tackled him and filled his face with kisses. Hanako laughed and tried to return the affection.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Yashiro sat there with her arms crossed. A frown on her face.

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“What?” You said, staring in disbelief at the piles of paper in front of you. “I gave Akane a work off, as you said. But I’m really busy today so I can’t do this myself. Can you do it for me? Please.” You were one of the two people Teru would give work to. The other one is Akane, of course.

“I-” Looking at his eyes, he seemed a bit desperate. You sighed. “Fine.” His eyes shone brightly. “I knew I could count on you! See you!” 

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You started going back to your habits- not like you wanted to anyway. You didn’t have time for Hanako. He felt as if he was just thrown to the side as you continued drowning yourself in work.

Another person Hanako would go to was Yashiro. She wasn’t in the student council. She was free. She and Hanako met way longer than you and him. She was the one he could trust when you weren’t there.

As he hung out with Yashiro, going on adventures and missions, you were at school stressing yourself out. You yearned to at least rest with Hanako and cuddle with him. The thought briefly calmed you.

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“Yashiro! Watch out!” Hanako yelled as a monster began to raise its weapon. Before it swung, Hanako managed to pull Yashiro to his chest as he threw the knife to the enemy’s weak point. He sighed in relief, looking at the girl.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking for injuries. She nodded, heart beating fast either from adrenaline or by how close she was to him. “That was fun!” He exclaimed. “Too bad Kou and Y/n weren't here.. Just you and me.” Yashiro muttered the last part of the sentence because she felt flustered.

“Yeah. I know Y/n would’ve liked being here..”

“Hey! We’re here. Don’t be sad. We can still have fun!” Yashiro’s words seemed to cheer Hanako.

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As time passed, Hanako noticed that Yashiro liked spending time with him, so he took advantage of her to make you jealous, hoping for you to pay him more attention. So they continued to hang out more, Hanako hoping you’d notice and do something about it.

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Days turned to weeks. You finally noticed that Hanako slowly stopped coming to visit you. This was the last month before school ends and you wanted to hang out with your boyfriend before you have to enroll in college.

‘I don’t think I have seen Hanako for so long. Is he alright?’ You muttered a curse under your breath for being too absorbed in finishing everything and not caring for your boyfriend’s wellbeing.

You decided to visit Hanako and plan to spend your last moments before graduation.

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“Hey Hanako. Are you and Y/n still dating?” Yashiro blurted out of the blue. Then, her eyes widened, thinking Hanako might’ve thought the wrong idea. “W-well. I thought of it because I haven’t seen Y/n with you. So I assumed you both broke up.”

“We haven’t broken up..” He answered. “But we haven’t been together either. I don’t know what phase of the relationship me and Y/n are.. She keeps ignoring me.” Hanako frowned, trying to remember anything you and him had done over the past few weeks.

“You’re such a great guy, Hanako.” Her confidence seemed to skyrocket. “When we go on adventures together, with or without Kou and Y/n, you’re the one who keeps us safe and the one who makes us happy.” Yashiro smiled, as a blush spread across her face. “If we’re together, I’d...“ She stopped for a brief moment, intertwining their fingers and staring at his eyes with something he was familiar with. The same look you gave Hanako when you first started dating.

“I’d stay with you as long as I can.” She muttered sheepishly. His eyes only widened. His heart palpitating. He sat still when she slowly leaned onto him, chests touching, nose brushing each other.

With all the confidence and bravery Yashiro had, she closed in the distance she and Hanako had left. Hanako’s breath hitched when they kissed. But he soon melted into it as he craved for the feeling you couldn’t fill no longer.

Hanako tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Yashiro let go of his hands and sat on his lap, her hands on his shoulders to support herself.

For Yashiro, she thought her feelings were reciprocated. That Hanako had loved her while they were on their adventure.

For Hanako, he wasn’t thinking about Yashiro kissing him. He loved the attention and affection she gave him. But he was imagining you making out with him instead of Yashiro. 

Too absorbed making out, they failed to notice a figure on the door watching. You clenched your uniform as your heart pounded crazy. Tears quickly blurred your vision as it fell down your cheeks. “I can’t believe you..” You sobbed. “You cheater!”

Your loud voice seemed to break the two’s moment. When he noticed you, he pushed Yashiro off him, going his way to you in panic.

“Y/n, It’s not what it looks like! She kissed me!" He tried to hold your arm, only for you to yank your arm away from him. “And you kissed back!?” You exclaimed. “I can’t believe you!”

“Y/n I was thinking of you that whole time! I swear.” You scoffed at his excuse, roughly wiping your tears. “And yet you kissed her? Hanako, what’s wrong with you?” You cried out. Yashiro quickly stood up and stayed there sheepishly, feeling guilty.

“I love you Y/n, you know that! It’s just because you’ve been so busy with everything that we can’t hang out anymore. My heart hurts because of it!” He gripped his clothes where his heart was located to show how hurt he is. 

You were conflicted if it was your fault that this relationship didn’t work, but you told yourself that Hanako had cheated behind your back, anger quickly clouded your emotions. “Then why don’t you crawl to Yashiro and make yourself feel better?! Huh? You seem to like her more!” 

Yashiro flinched when her name was called. Hanako became irritated. “Fine! I love Yashiro too. There, I said it! Leave her out of this.” Your heart broke. “Maybe I’ve developed feelings when you weren’t with me-” You slapped him, not wanting to hear another word. Hanako hissed out in pain as you screamed at him. “Don’t pin the blame on me!” You choked a sob, tears became uncontrollable as it continued to pour down your cheeks. 

“You were the one who got feelings. If you do love me, you won’t fall in love with any other girl. I trusted you, Hanako.” You clenched your fist, looking away from him to something else. “Maybe we aren’t meant to be.”

He froze. Hanako wanted to move, to hug you and tell you to not leave him, that he still loves you, but his body was stunned. He was forced to watch as you walked away from his life.

Yashiro reached out a hand for the heart broken ghost, but pulled back. “Hanako, I-”

“Leave me alone. Get out.” His shaky, despaired tone didn’t help much for Yashiro to leave. She wanted to comfort Hanako from the breakup she had caused. When Yashiro didn’t respond, Hanako turned to her, showing his teary eyes and irritated expression. “I don’t want you here, I said get out.”

Without another word, Yashiro obeyed him. She walked to an empty corridor and leaned on the wall, sliding down to the floor. “What have I done?”

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A/n: it’s finally doneeee!! I really had fun writing the part where Hanako and Yashiro kissed (my favorite part in this fic tbh cause angst-). Thank you for being patient, and I hope you have a great day/night!!

[caxsthetic]

It's the 31st of December now in my place, and I would love to write a little love and gratitude to all the new people that I met in 2020.

So, I am gonna start,

↪Dear, @aikk00​

Honestly I never thought that we could be so close. You are such a kind soul, adorable and really loveable! I love how stupid the things we talk about, mostly about how superior eggs is and our little promises that we are going to meet up someday and I will cook all variant of eggs that you want! I hope amidst all things, we could do that (: I love you so much, Claire... Thank you for being a sunny egg to my uncooked egg💕 See you on a wonderful next year, baby!

↪Dear, @layschipsyumm​

HA! BISH! Bet you are still falling asleep rn cjdndnd okay, my favourite Suna fuckers, I love you so much you cutie subby💋 Maybe the best thing I did in this year to slide into your DM and say how fucking good your colouring is and just wow... From just a simple hello turn into a random convo mostly us thirsting about our man... Thank you Tat my luv! Hope u have a wonderful year ahead!

↪Dear, @godjo​

Cher 🥺 Hey, hey... Ugh gosh I still remember how everything started with just me crying over how beautiful your work is... It's smut? I shouldn't have cried? But goddamn it the more we talk the more we found a lot in common between us and talking to you just feels so right! You are so kind and so fun to talk with... I am glad I know you 🥰 Wishing you a great great 2021!!!

↪Dear, @dearest-kiyoomi​

HELLO MY LOVE, gaahhh, still remember when you are a Sakusa fucker only and now look at you being a Samu fucker too mwah I am so proud of you 🤩 Anyway, I love you so much and thank you for hearing me rant and being so melancholic... And thank you so much for being my proofreader, you helped me a lottaa lotss! Hope you have a great holiday and wonderful year!

↪Dear, @mamori-tai​

Baby hello hi! Thank you so much for being such a dear friend 😍 I always love how you comment through my works... Especially Solemn Promise, it was a work that I really hold dear in my heart because well, it's Kita Shinsuke and the topic is well— ANYWAY, thank you so much for being there! You are so fun to talk to, and I hope next year would be a wonderful one for you!

↪Dear, @just-a-tiny-ghost​

Hey, baby... Honestly you are one of the people that I really love having a message from... You always ramble about how good and positive the people around you, all cute stories about you and your friends, I really love to hear that... And thank you so much for hearing me too! Wishing you a wonderful holiday, bby! Mwah💋

↪Dear, @blacckdiamondposts​

CELINE MY LOVE MY EVERYTHING MY SUPPORT SINCE DAY ONE 😭 Hey bub how are you? I really hope that you are having fun, surrounded by people who love you and you love hehehe. I don't know what I would do without you, really. You are so supportive and listen to all my ramble about my story. I love you so much and I wish you a great holiday!!

↪Dear, @muffins-puffins​

Shafff Shaafff, u are someone who really lovely to talk to💕 Every time I need to talk about Haikyuu, I just know who I am going to... I love how you respect my choice for not shipping characters and things! And like always know the words that could calm me down when I am emotional. I wuff you so much, thank you for being here for me! Have a great holiday!

↪Dear, @mrs-kuroojinguji​

Ana, ana oh Ana😭 I don't know how to start honestly. I remember the first time we talk is because I post that editing of Kita pic about how I want to "rabi" him xjdnksks bye! But for real, since then you have been so supportive, listening to me rambles, and being such a dear friend🥺 The chocolate fudge is so fucking good btw and well— I really hope that we could meet up since well we are from a same city sjxnsnms lovee u so much my crazy baby Miss Sawamura!

↪Dear, @flairlust​

Aaahhh I am so, thankful to you! You have been here for a long long time. Supporting me on everything! Either my writing or my merch, sliding to my ask here and there to ask how am I doing. You are so sweet and so kind I love you so much I hope you have a great year and a wonderful holiday🥳🥳🥳 Luvv uu so much and thank you once again for everything!

↪Dear, @kkoalaworld​

↪Dear, @kuro0luvr​

Hey, hello... My god, you are so so kind so good I don't know how to start you always hype me up and overall a great friend to me😭 Since that time I am in the lowest point of my life, you help me through it with a lot of things... Honestly, thank you so much, I don't know how to repay your kindness... But I love you, for real I am grateful to meet you...

↪Dear, @bjbex

HA, MY GOD, ALL OF YOUR WORK ARE JUST CHEF KISS MWAH baby I love you so much and like honestly talking to you is so fun and I always end up cackling nonstop when we started to talk shit😭 You are always so kind and like when I am down you lit ask and being serious dnskmsms you just know when to have fun and when to show that you care and honestly I love you so much for that, Bex... Thankk you for hearing me out most of the time, wishing you a good year ahead!

NAO aaaa honestly, you are like one of the bestest friend ever that I ever meet here. You always listen to me when I am feeling down, trying to provide me with some reassurance... You are one of the people that I trust enough to actually talk about my mental health... And I am so grateful that God give me a chance to meet you... You are angel to me, and I hope it last for a long time... Love you, Nao... Have a great year!

↪Dear, @t-amajiki​

Gere my God, you are like the start of it all. You are the demigod, you are the one who creates a good server filled with so many wonderful people that everyone I could be so proud to call as my friend. Through you, I found what is it to feel cared, to be loved, to know that some people try to be always there. I am so thankful to God that I met you, and I hope you have a wonderful year next because you really, really deserve a good life.

↪Dear, @lnarizakis​

Heyy Twinn, eheheh hello how are you👉👈 I want to say thank you so much for ever being there! I love when we talk non stop about our dear twins, and talking to you always been so fun! You are such a supportive hooman being and I love how we are now become a twin xjsndnsmsn it's stupid but it's cute eheh... Thank you once again for everything, and I hope you have a great year upon you💕

↪Dear, @tokyoghoose​

Hello, my wife. My mickie, you are so so kind to everyone around you, honestly I wonder what kind of saint am I on my previous life that God allow me to meet you. You are so lovely, always reaching out to me constantly as if you know exactly when I am at the lowest... I am so happy that I met you, and I hope that someday I could meet you in real life. Thank you so much, Mickie, for everything. May you have a beautiful year in 2021 and so on💕

↪Dear, @himichii​

Heyy babyy, how are you? Gahh, you know you are such a cool person, right? Like your words and your work too is so amazing! Aside from all of that, you are a good friend too and I am so thankful that I know you. Thank you for asking me sometimes when I am suddenly like, you know, gone ahahah so thank you really. I appreciate it all🥰 Hope you have such a good year upon you, baby!

↪Dear, @ravscrii​

Rae, Raven aaaa I love you so much you know how to boost my mood with sending me lots of funny haikyuu meme and godwork of Haikyuu fanart (especially inarizaki you know me so well my goodness) Thank you so much for always asking me if I am okay and such, it was a simple gesture that I really appreciate. Love you so much, wishing you a wonderful year ahead of you💕

↪Dear, @macaronnv​

Vvvvv heyy you my favourite Sakusa fucker🥳 We have a same timezone aight but well let me just tell you Happy New Year!! Thank you so much for listening to me ramble about inarizaki, to hype with me, and to be a good friend. Hopefully, someday we could meet up🥺 I love you, have a wonderful holiday, okay?

↪Dear, @ch4jime

Hello, sweetie🥺 You have been nothing but kind to me and I am so thankful that I know you. You are so fun to talk to and always reaching out when you know somehow I need company. Thank you so much for wanting to befriend, to talk to me. I wish you have a wonderful year ahead, and so on. You deserve all the good things in life!

↪Dear, @lcaita

Heyyo👉👈 I know that we didn't talk a lot. But honestly I love how you are always greeting me when I pop out on the server. Like I come out of the blue and you just "Eyceee" and honestly it feels so welcoming. Just a simple gesture yet it's really impactful. Hey, thank you so much for everything, really. I love you so much and I hope you know I will try to do the same, to be a better friend to you. May you have a wonderful year ahead💕

↪Dear, @evermorehaikyuu​

IVY sht, you are like... Everything everything. You are literally one of the kindest person I ever met. I really want to meet you, you are someone that I could call as a best friend, and I am so thankful that I ever met you (": You are always so patient listening to me, even after all this time you are always there for me. Reminding me that I am not alone. I love you so much you don't know it... I wish you the best life, you smart hooman💕

↪Dear, @http-cookiescrumbs​

Oh baby, you are like, wow. You are so pure and like always so positive when it comes to friendship. Since I know you, you always know how to make me feel happy, always bringing such positivity to your environtment. And I really love that, I love how much caring you are to your friend. Thank you for staying in my life, you are always, always be a friend that I hold dear in my heart. Have a great year ahead, my dear🥰

↪Dear, @kenmasbb​

Hello baby hi hehehe I know we just talk for a few times but honestly talking to you is so fun! I hope we would talk a lot, because honestly from what I see so far you are such a sweetheart🥺 Thank you for hearing all of my thirst towards my husband, thank you for being patience to me xjdndjdk... I wuff uu so much, baby... I hope you have a wonderful year ahead! Have a beautiful holiday🥳 Stay safe!

↪Dear, @sugusho

Baby baby hello I remember when we start talking it was like, aahhh... Hello you are always be my sweet pea🥺 You are always so caring and so kind to me I love you so much... Hopefully we will always stay in contact. And now with how we kinda have the same man we like, hmmmm😼 I think we would stay in touch anyway... Thank you so much for being such a dear friend to me... I hope you are having a wonderful year, and a beautiful holiday!

↪Dear, Samantha, Tea, Oli, Miyu...

I don't know if you see this or not. But honestly, the best time of my life is when I meet you all. Talking to you all, I am a shit that time and to befriend you guys is like the greatest gift that happen to me (": Thank you, for everything basically. I love you guys so much... And I hope each of you have the best life because you guys deserve only good things and happiness...

↪Dear, Reena...

Oh you are one of the best thing in life. You are there since like, since I was nothing. Like I think I was like, only post my SMAU I think? It was like 9 months ago. And you are one of those who believe in me that I can do it. I can keep improving, hyping me up and always so kind to me. We are like thousands km apart but I hope someday I can meet you. I love you so much, Ree... Thank you for being there, and I am so grateful we still in contact💕 Hope you have a wonderful year ahead

[biffhofosho]

I think I'll comment as I read, since this is my man we're talking about and I love screaming incoherently abut your story into your ask box.

Real question. I know you have everything planned, but are you writing as you publish or you have an outline or is it mostly written and you edit before publishing? Just curious on your process. We do have a few things in common, but more on that on a separate ask..now it's thirst time.

Chapter 14

Of course Shownu had a perfect excuse for ignoring his buddy Wonho was Hoseok

Wonho a stripper? Please, sign me in

Are you one of them???? GURL!!!!! GURL!!!!

Now he's Serving some harsh truths, she's clearly obsessed and it's like she wants him to be the perpetrator.

But are the murder of her sister and the missing women even related? I mean the waitress was clearly a message for her, but all the other just disappeared with no trace? No public messages...

Oh, blood. He looks affected!

Ah, my dear Johnny. .sorry that those pesky vampires are making sure she won't be satisfied with anyone else...

Oh gosh here we go.. and of course he was expecting her. Lord, this man....

Gosh that duality "On the surface Wonho was all sex and sin, and yet, despite the insane physique, he had a gentleness and depth to him" your muse was on fire in this chapter!!!!

And now the song. I'm not gonna survive this chapter, I feel it in my water.

And the things he says to her have me weeping in my hands

"because then you'll leave and I'm not ready for that" wow, I went form horny to sad in seconds...

Wow

"you're gonna make me feel good, then right?"

"So good you'll never want to leave me" the feeeeeels just like when honey asked her to stay and she refused and he looked hurt.

There is no mention of her scent? Honey, kyun and Min were visibly affected by it...

Ok there was a mention of the heat.

The way I had to take a break from the story... It was so intense (in the best way) so perfect, so deliciously and elegantly explicit, like all my fantasies on 12k words. I am in awe.

I loved the ending? They just can't escape form eachother and how she makes them feel everything.

Really, don't know what I'm gonna do when this story is over..I dread the moment it's status becomes 100%... I mean for sure I'm gonna read everything else you have, but this story will forever have a special place in my heart.

Were you satisfied then with his chapter, milady? I hope so! Didn't want to disappoint since I knew your feelings for Wonho. ;)

Okay, so to answer your question: Everything is nearly finished. I do not publish anymore as an author unless a multichap is nearly completed for MANY reasons, the first of which is simply because I learned the hard way growing up writing fanfic that nothing's a bigger bummer than disappointing readers who've enjoyed the story you never finish. So no worries! This will be done on the regular schedule I've been working. I can touch on my process more on the follow-up behind-the-scenes you asked about once the final chapter is posted, but basically, about 90% is written with the final 10% fully outlined--I just need to connect the plot points and dialogue with the art and scenery. I edit as I go and then do a final hack-and-slash and proofread of the latest chapter one-to-two days before I post.

Dude, stripper Wonho became SUCH a thing for me this chap, and, in fact, this entire chapter was designed around his striptease. I mean, he would be SOOOOO good at it.

Without revealing too much of my fun, let's just say I generally don't put anyone or anything in a story without a very good reason for doing so... There may be many more threads to weave together in the very near future.

I did my poor Johnny a little dirty. It's not your fault, Johnny! I'm sure you're a rocking lover; you're just up against it this fic! :(

Oh, girl, the muse went OFF this chapter, but who could blame her? And, real talk, I ain't complaining. She gets vivid when she's on a roll, and sometimes it actually feels like I'm in the moment, so win-win.

Wonho is the perfect balance of sweet, sexy, and needy. Ugh, he just does it for me on every level, so I really wanted that to translate. It's such a breath of fresh air to have such a masculine man be so soft and accessible. *sobs*

Aww!!! Wow, thank you! All of my completed multichaps have claimed a corner of my heart, mostly because of the way my muse essentially requires me to live in the universe for months or years at a time, but STS is special to me, too. Amber isn't like me in so many ways, but I have such a fondness for her. I just wanna take care of my baby girl.

Mostly, I'll just miss your wonderful asks. They always buoy my heart.

[lia-the-potato05]

Revenge

Reader (Ler) x Jungkook (Lee)

Description: Jungkook loves scaring the crap out of you and you just had enough of it. After an interesting information you heard from Jimin you decided to take revenge

Author: Eyyy I'm back...with another fic. I feel like this is a mess because I didnt even bother to proofread this (Im hella lazy sorry mate). Uhm anyways let's get on with the fic

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"Boo!" You turned back and screamed, falling to the ground scared as hell after you saw a scary clown infront of you.

"Haha got you!" The clown then removed his mask revealing your best friend Jungkook "Oh my gosh have you seen your face? That was Hilarious" He started laughing his ass off

"Ugh!" You grunted as you stood up fixing yourself "Jungkook!" You screamed at him

Jungkook ignored you and continued laughing as he turned around, walking away from you.

"That f*cking prick" You said through gritted teeth.

Jungkook just recently knew how easily scared you get. And because he is known as the Evil Maknae he has been scaring you every now and then. He was a fond of your reaction when you get scared. You were extremely annoyed of his doings and worst of all he manages to get away from it aswell

•••

Up until now you were still upset with what Jungkook has been doing to you. Your arms were crossed and frustration was written all over your face. "Y/N are you ok?" You turned your head to owner of the Voice which was Jimin's.

"I'm good" You said. Knowing it was a lie Jimin sat himself next to you

"C'mon Y/N I'm your friend, I know you better than that. Now tell me what's wrong"

You sighed "It's nothing, really...Just so f*cking annoyed with that muscle bunny!" you slammed your fist against the table in front of you startling Jimin

"Chill" Jimin said

"How can I?! Ugh! He does it all the damn time! and gets away with it aswell" You pouted with your arms crossed

"Since we're friends I might have something that can surely help you" You tilted your head in confusion. Jimin then gestured you to come closer for him to whisper something into you ear.

After hearing what Jimin has said a smirk formed on your face as began mentally planning your revenge on Jungkook

Oh Jeon Jungkook you are so gonna get what's coming for you

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It was a Saturday morning. Jimin has given you an extra key to Jungkook's apartment. You entered his place and found him asleep like you expected him to be. You were lucky he was the type of person who wakes up late aswell. Perfect for you to continue your plan

You cleared out his bed making sure only Jungkook was on top if it. You then positioned him into an X position (which was hard by the way because he had an odd sleeping position and he was hella heavy). You then took out the straps tying his wrists and ankles to the bed post making sure he wouldn't be able to move once he woke up.

Once that was done. You took out items from your bag such as Feathers, Baby Oil and an electric toothbrush. After everything was all set all you have to do now is to wait for the muscle bunny to wake up. I mean you can start right now if you wanted too but where's the fun in that? You wanted to see his reaction first.

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After what felt like years (it was only an hour actually) Jungkook finally woke up. The boy tried pulling his arms down only to find them stuck above his head "What the f*ck?" He tugged on both his arms and ankles only to find out that he was strapped

Jungkook turned to his side to see you sleeping on his study table. "Y/N!"

His yelling suddenly woke you "Huh what?" You said, you wiped the drool off your mouth, letting out a yawn then stretched a little. "Oh your finally awake" You looked at Jungkook with a smile

"What the hell is this Y/N?!" Jungkook asked glaring at you

"Why that's my revenge dear friend" You stood up walking towards him

"You know if you wanted to f*ck me you could have just asked" You looked at the smirking bunny in disbelief after hearing his snarky remark.

"Eww no, What I had in mind for you is something different" You smirk back at him "Just you wait"

Without further a do you then sat on stomach. "You sure you don't plan on f*cking me?"

"You pervert!" You slapped him, not too hard though and he just laughed at your reaction "Oh laugh all you want, I'm gonna make sure of it"

You took out the baby oil and started rubbing it against his exposed stomach (He was shirtless). "Nice revenge there" You rolled your eyes at him, you ignored what he said and continued on

Once you finished you took out a feather. Jungkook looked at you now aware what this little revenge you planned is all about. But he is Jungkook the Golden Maknae he does not show fear well...that failed today

"What's wrong Kook? Afraid of a feather?" You smirked at him. It didn't start but I know this will be so much fun

"What? No! It's just a feather what's there to be afraid of?" The maknae said with confidence laced in his voice but oh how nervous he felt inside. I am so gonna regret this later on

You raised your eyebrows at him expecting that kind of attitude "Ok, then you won't mind me doing this then" You then slowly dragged the feather around his toned stomach drawing random patterns

Jungkook started biting his lip trying to hide his laughter. But it was so damn hard, it felt too ticklish.

"What's with the face Jungkook? You seem rather ticklish" You smirked

"I am not ticklish!" He yelled

"Oh I see" You then stood up

Jungkook thought it was over but boy was he wrong. He suddenly felt you rubbing oil over his foot. "I wonder what will happen if I do this?" You said wiggling your fingers on his bare sole.

"S-stop that!" Jungkook said a small giggle escaping his mouth. His eyes widened after realising it

"What's that? Is that a giggle I heard?"

"Nope, you heard nothing! You're just crazy!" He spat out making you gasp

"Well that wasn't nice, we can't let that slip now can we" You started using your nails scratching his bare two feet fastly.

Jungkook balled up his hands into fist, eyes tightly shut trying his best to bare it "C'mon Kook laugh for me" You teased

And just like that he realized he couldn't take it any longer so he decided to let it out "Oohohohohokaaayyy I'm tihihihihihicckliiisshhh nohohohoww pleheheheheaaseee stopppp!" He laughed loudly wiggling around the bed like a mad man. He tried tugging on his ankles to escape your wiggling fingers but sadly it stayed in place

"I know you are sweetie, look at how well you are reacting. But this is just the beginning" You finally stopped tickling his feet as you then went to get the electric toothbrush, two electric toothbrushes

"Now Y/N let's not have any of that please! I'm sorry! I won't mess with you again" Jungkook pleaded

"Hm let me think for a second" You said looking up, tapping your chin as if your thinking "Nahhh I'm having so much fun I don't think I wanna stop" You then turned on the two electric toothbrush with an evil smile as you went to his feet again using the electric toothbrush on them.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO" He let out a cackly laugh as he began wiggling once again wanting to escape.

Already having enough with his feet you then positioned yourself back to sitting on his stomach and roaming the electric brushes around his upper body, from his sides to his tummy then to his ribs. At this point Jungkook's face was red as a tomato and warm tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Because you are so kind you turned the two electric toothbrushes off and set them at the side. Allowing Jungkook to have a quick break.

You watch Jungkook catch his breath heavily panting "My my Jungkook you are the most ticklish person I have ever met, Even Jimin can't beat your level of ticklishness (it's not a real word but eh😂)"

"I've never been tickled this much before" He said

"Yeah? I bet you enjoyed it"

"Did not!" Jungkook lied. He unexpectedly enjoyed it. He didn't know why but he just did. Of course there is no way his gonna admit that.

"You know there's this one spot I haven't tried yet" You smirked, you decided to use your fingers this time. To tease him you started wiggling your fingers  above his face then slowly you bring it down to a specific area

Jungkook realised where your fingers were going. He looked at you in horror "No Y/N! Don't you dare!"

"Oh I do"

"Y/N no no no no no n-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" You were now tickling Jungkook's armpits. And so far you received the best reaction out of the other areas you tickled

Jungkook was harshly tugging on the straps and head shaking side to side "IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCCHHH" Jungkook screamed through laughter

You giggled "I can see that"

It's been 20 since you were torturing his armpits, poking them, scratching them, using the tickle tools on them."I cahahahahan't tahahahake it aanymohohohore"

"Almost done!" You blew raspberry on his left armpit

"Stohohohohop" Then u blew again on his right armpit "Pleheheheheaaseee"

"Last but not least" You said then did a final blow to his tummy. Jungkook's laughed has now turned silent.

After that was over you then untied hus wrists and ankles.

Jungkook was extremely exhausted. His hair was messy, he was sweating, his tummy was hurting from laughing, his cheeks were hurting from smiling a lot. but nonetheless he still he enjoyed.

"Hey Look Listen..." He looked at you scratching his nape "I'm sorry for scaring you the past few days, I have totally learned my lesson and I wont do it again"

"Don't worry I already forgive you" You smiled at him

"I-I don't like like admitting this but you're right...I did enjoyed it" You looked at him surprised.

"Really now?" You grinned at him with your eyebrows raised "Guess I have to do it more often then"

Maybe you should

[livinginshambles]

Preview: Hear me out, please | James Potter x Fem!Reader

Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Summary: The aftermath of when James found out you were his 'cinderella'. James tries desperately to get your attention to get you to hear him out.

Notes: Hey there, sorry for the wait. Here is a preview! It's short, but it's all i want to give yall, hehe. I love you guys. Also, it's not proofread. idk :)

Warnings: f-word, James is fed up with your sisters and shakes them a little.

Masterlist. Part one. Part two.

Part three is up!!

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A lot of things went through James' mind as he stood there in the Great Hall. You could hear a pin drop before Regulus finally shot into action and dashed out the hall to go after you.

The murmering started to continue now that the first silence had been disturbed.

"Oh gosh, she's so dramatic," your sister laughed. And she put a hand on James' shoulder to pull him back to his seat.

James turned his head slowly. His attention zeroed in on the hand on his shoulder. He coiled away.

"What the fuck have you done," he spat at her.

Marla's eyebrows shot up. "We did you a favour," she stated, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

It sent James over the edge. He grabbed her upper arm and harshly shook it.

"A favour? A favour!?" He started to shout. "What on earth is wrong with you!" He looked around, his eyes blown out. "With all of you!"

"You mean what the hell is wrong with you, James?" Your other sister, Alyssa, piped up. "Why are you defending her?" That last word was spat out with so much disgust that it finally opened James' eyes to what you must have endured. He fought the urge to slap her expression off her face.

James let go of Marla's arm and pushed her a few steps back while doing so.

No, he needed to fix this. He just had to. If you would just listen to him, he would explain it all. And then he'd protect you. From every hurtful comment out there.

If you would just let him.

"Regulus," James grimaced. The boy was blocking his path and view, standing in the doorway. You were out of sight, or at least out of James' sight.

"Potter," Regulus curtly nodded at him.

"I need to talk to her."

"You've said plenty."

James' brows furrowed, and his jaw flexed. Why was everyone deciding everything for him all of a sudden? Why couldn't everyone just mind their own bloody business? If they had, none of this would have occurred.

He would be patrolling with you in the evening, and you would make him laugh about one of your dry remarks. He wouldn't have known that it was you who he was looking for, but in time, maybe he would've figured it out. Or maybe he would've pushed his mystery girl to the back of his mind to let you and all the new feelings in.

"Actually, I haven't. I haven't said enough because everyone is saying things in my place instead. But I never got the chance to say what I want to say, and every time I do, it seems too late. I just want to talk to her." The words flew out of James' mouth, built up regret, anger, and disappointment from how things had escalated.

"Perhaps you haven't said much." Regulus looked James up and down and weighed his words carefully. "And maybe that's part of the problem. But right now, she's certainly heard enough. She doesn't want your grand words."

James closed his eyes in frustration. He wanted to protest, he wanted to scream at himself and pull his hair out, but ultimately, he just wanted yet another chance.

He hadn't expected it to be you. Not at all, but the longer he thought about it, the more it made sense, and the more it seemed... right. And he didn't know why he had been so adamant to form some sort of relationship with you, but the way his heart blossomed when you were around only pulled him further in.

James looked at the ground, as if the solution to his problems would be written down there.

"Okay," he relented.

Without a moment of hesitation, Regulus went to slam the door in his face but stopped at the box that James held put to him.

"What's that supposed to be?" He flatly asked James.

With a heavy heart, James showed Regulus the pair of glass slippers that you had left behind at the Yule ball, and that he had so carefully carried around with him.

James searched for his words. "I've been holding on to these to return them to their owner," he made an attempt at a smile but dropped it, feeling pathetic. He wondered if he looked as pathetic to Regulus as well.

"Well, I suppose I should return them, now that I've found her." James pushed the box into Regulus' hands, threw one glance past the boy in hopes to catch a glimpse of you, and rubbed his face with both hands as he dejectedly walked away from the Slytherin dormitory.

Perhaps he could try again later.

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