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onceupon · 3 years ago

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London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!!

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library.

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table.

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.”

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table.

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair.

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes.

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept.

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice.

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing.

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant.

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses.

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff.

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky.

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip.

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons.

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide.

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears.

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies

Olivia: :(

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind.

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp.

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears.

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body.

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up.

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile.

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning.

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee.

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat.

“So what are you chasing tonight?”

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead.

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously.

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on.

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return.

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger.

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement.

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow.

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted.

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed.

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows.

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence.

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking.

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued.

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now.

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober.

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you.

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night.

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things.

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before.

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days.

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did.

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own.

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off.

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops.

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall.

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside.

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you.

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone.

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again.

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accomplice-tendou · 3 years ago

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Chapter Twenty Six

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗼

Tendou's P.O.V.

The next morning I wake up with Y/N's body clinging onto my own. After a quick smile to myself over how absolutely adorable she looks laying on me, I turn to see the time.

Five a.m., way too early to wake her.

I try to roll Y/N onto her other side so that I could get out of bed. I stretch quickly before bending down and picking her up. I feel bad for having to move her, but if she stays here she'll probably wake up.

Once I get back to my room I check my phone. I hope my friends aren't too mad about what happened last night, but when I check my phone I see they're over it.

SEMI: We're meeting again tmrw 7 am.

SEMI: Please don't be late again.

Considering that Semi sent those last night, I should probably get going before I really am late to the meeting this morning. Even though I am still kinda pissed from last night and am not super excited to see them, I know it's best for me to go.

As I head out, I leave a note for Y/N in the kitchen so she knows that I'm not completely ditching her.

Y/N~ I'm going to Semi's this morning :/ I'll be back to see you soon!

Please don't leave the house I don't want you to get hurt.

SERIOUSLY Y/N I MEAN IT!

Once I'm done writing the note, I go to Y/N's room just to check up on her once more. Luckily, she's still asleep so I didn't wake her up before.

I walk over to her and give her a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be back soon," I whisper as I move some of her hair out of her face.

I then take my leave and walk over to Semi's. Once I'm there, I see everybody already talking.

Was I late? Why am I always the last one here?

Just as I'm about to check my watch, Semi calls me over to look at something on his computer.

I walk over and the rest of my friends do the same. We're all anxious to see what Semi gathered us here for.

"He found out about the files," Semi vaguely explains before starting an audio recording from his laptop.

"Oh wow this ought to be good," I smirk as the audio begins.

As the audio begins, I hear a door slamming followed by footsteps getting increasingly louder. Soon, the sounds of drawers opening and closing take over. I assume it's the desk drawers judging by the echoing sounds that followed after the slams.

Just then, a huge slam booms from the audio accompanied by a long stream of curses not bothered to be kept quiet.

"God damn it," the cop's voice yells out after the sound of his hands banging down on the desk, "I'll kill each one of those fuckers, I don't care what I have to do."

After more cursing, the door slams again and Semi stops the audio.

"Wow," I laugh, "that guy's got some serious issues he needs to work out, huh?"

Goshiki shakes his head, obviously shook from what he just heard.

"Lighten up there, bowl cut," I say as I wrap my arm around him, "it's no big deal."

"Tendou is right, it's not that big of a deal," Ushijima chimes in, "It's not like he's got any hard evidence on us, but if he does find a way to get close then we'll be in trouble."

"Right," I nod, "so as long as we keep laying low, we'll be fine and if something does happen, we'll figure out what to do like we've been doing."

"Yeah, and what if something happens to us before we figure out what to do?" Shirabu asks.

"I agree," Reon adds, "We could all be dead by then... including Y/N."

The conversation stops at the mention of her name. I know I would never let anything happen to Y/N, but Reon does make a fair point.

Ushijima eventually continues the dialogue, agreeing with Reon.

"And of course she's home alone again right now, right?" he addresses to me directly.

"Chill out. Y/N's fine and I was actually thinking of letting her go outside just a little bit, ya know," I shrug, "so she doesn't go stir crazy from being inside."

Ushijima only scoffs at my idea, although he seems like he's about to burst.

"Fine with me," Semi says, "the rest of us go out anyway."

"You need to keep a close eye on her if you let her out," Ushijima finally adds, although with a kinder tone than usual when he speaks about Y/N.

"Awww, thanks bud," I say as I give him a hug.

"Get off, please," he says awkwardly as he tries to push me away.

I laugh at his cute reaction before allowing him to get what he wants.

"You know," Semi suggests, "if you're busy you could always get Goshiki to watch her since the two of them are so-"

"Don't go there," I growl, "I don't need Bowl Cut getting any closer to her, they're way too close as it is."

"I-I wouldn't mind helping," Goshiki bravely speaks, albeit rather slowly, "but only if you're okay with it, Tendou."

"If I see you with her I swear to god you better not have touched her," I say a bit too loudly.

Goshiki nods timidly, accepting my conditions which is good for him because if he didn't he wouldn't be able to make any decisions ever again.

"Oi, Tendou can I talk to you for a second?" Reon asks as he taps my shoulder.

I agree and follow Reon out to the hallway to talk.

"If this is about Bowl Cut, just know that I don't trust him to watch out for-"

"Why?" he interrupts, "Think about it. He's got a puppy crush on Y/N, yeah it's obvious, but don't you think that'll make him trustworthy?"

"Of course not!"

Reon puts his hand on his head, probably thinking that my reaction was idiotic.

"That's not what I'm saying," he continues as he picks his head up, "since he likes Y/N so much, he'll be a better choice to watch out for her than, say, Ushijima who'll probably ignore her half the time."

I realize that Reon does have a point. Goshiki would watch out for Y/N since he cares for her. However, that doesn't help the fact that he'll pull some kinda stunt.

"And if you really think that Goshiki's going to pull a move on your girl then you got him all wrong," he laughs.

"Anyway, I'll vouch for the guy. I trust him-"

"Fine," I interrupt, "I don't love the idea but I'll agree to it, but only when I'm not with her."

#satori tendo x reader #satori tendou #tendou #fanfic #fanfiction #wattpad #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #x reader #x fem!reader

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milkshake-at-pops · 6 years ago

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Tour of the Heart:Chapter 2

chapter 1/masterpost/chapter 3

let us know if you want to be tagged!!

It was another day at the office for Jughead Jones, who had long since given up on being called Forsythe, or, god forbid, Forsythe Pendleton. The nickname had stuck with him since high school, and at this point he was fine with it being his byline. According to his boss, it made him more “clickable.” Whatever, he worked at Buzzfeed, and not in the serious news section either.

Nah, mostly lifestyle and fluff pieces. The sheer volume of internet quizzes and “Top Ten” lists Jug had made was ridiculous. He was up for an actual assignment, the sort of thing he went to journalism school for. Not comparing small fluffy dogs, though they were pretty cute.

“Jughead, can you come into my office for a quick sec!” his boss said, her voice peppy as usual. He used to drink coffee before working here, but there wasn’t any left with Ethel there. She drank caffeine like some of Jughead’s friends drank alcohol:to excess.

“Yeah, be out in a second,” Jughead said, absentmindedly scrolling through his twitter feed. Ugh, another Arch Andrews fan account. I mean, I know why it’s being suggested, but…

“This week, Jughead!” Ethel persisted. Can’t we do this over email? Jughead thought, closing his laptop and walking into her cubicle.

“So, we’re in a very unique position right now,” Ethel said, shuffling around the files on her desk and sorting them into stacks. “Normally, I’d send someone a little more seasoned, but because of your age, your degree, and the fact that everyone else in the meeting room suddenly was swamped with work when I suggested it, you’ve got to cover it, Jugs.” She looked up at him, eyes blown wide in excitement. A little too wide, actually. There was definitely a crack-addict vibe going on there.

But still. An actual story, in this economy. That was new. Although Jug didn’t see how his age fit into it, there wasn’t an employee here over 35. At twenty-two, he was basically middle aged compared to the eighteen year old interns passing through.“Ok. Um, what is it?”

“Veronica Lodge. We need someone to cover her tour, she’s a breakout star and we want the exclusive before some trash gossip picks it up. Her people said they want someone who can live-in on the tour, someone who won’t get super starstruck, and a big feature article. It’s a risk, but you’re the best candidate, assuming they like you.” Ethel looked at Jughead, sizing him up from black jeans to flannel to beanie. The only thing that could top this outfit off was some avocado toast. “I think you’ll work, but the question is whether you want to do it or not. It’s going to be months on the road, away from home…”

“Of course. I’ll do it, I would love to cover their tour.” And Archie Andrews. “When do I meet them and all that stuff?” Jughead was doing a very bad job of concealing his enthusiasm. This offer had two things he was head over heels for: An actual article, and Arch Andrews.

Ethel looked slightly perturbed that he’d agreed so quickly, but didn’t seem to care. “Ah, a week from now or so. I’ll let everyone know you’ve agreed.” Ethel typed something on her computer, probably that email. “In the meantime, I think they need another books quiz? There should be an email, they really liked the Great American Novels one you did.”

Like that, he was dismissed to his desk. Jughead found the email and got to work, but all he could think about was his new assignment. Months in a tour bus with Veronica Lodge and Archie Andrews. Veronica was destined to be a legendary singer, if you asked Jughead, which made the assignment enticing. What made it even more compelling was Archie Andrews, the guy who Jug had been crushing on since, oh, he’d known he existed. About two months ago.

It started out innocently enough. He was looking for “rare”(not mainstream) music for an “article”(top 15 list), and came across Arch on youtube. One video of the guy and his guitar and Jug was a lost cause. He’d been caught making heart eyes at his computer enough to tarnish his reputation, but losing his intimidation factor couldn’t make Jug stop stalking his twitter, instagram, facebook, tumblr, google+ (before it died), youtube, snapchat…well, everything.

Now he was going to get to spend four months in a tour bus with the guy? The angels had answered Jughead’s prayers, and he put together his stupid quiz on autopilot, lost in a fantasy world.

He finished in no time, and didn’t even bother opening up another window to stalk Archie Andrews’ Instagram. Hey, at this point it was research, not…gaping at his abs. Well, it was kind of both but Jughead was sticking with the research story in case Ethel walked by.

Jughead’s phone pinged with a text from Cheryl. He looked at the message.

accompany me to a photoshoot darling?

Well, he could use the excuse, and he missed Cheryl. He hadn’t seen her in weeks, and he needed to ask her about the twitter flirting he’d seen between her and Veronica Lodge. If this whole article thing worked out, Jug had to get the two of them together, or at least try. It was the least he could do for the friend who had kept him from losing his shit basically on the daily during college. His fingers tapped out a message.

Sure. When and where?

Cheryl texted back within a second.

Tmrw 4:00 the cherry blossom tree

The what now? I have no idea where that is. AM or PM?

ugh it’s at city park. and pm wtf jug

I never know with your crazy model life.

jug i haven’t been awake at 4 am since college you know this

Just being thorough, sorry. Thanks for the info, can’t wait to see you there

A message from Toni appeared at the top of his screen, asking him to go out for coffee. Jughead clicked off his phone. Eh, it was breaktime anyways. He left the office.

#tour of the heart #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale fic #jarchie #archie andrews #jughead jones #jughead x archie #gay #wip #chapter 2 #celeb au #i'm heckin tired but this chapter is getting Posted

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hey-hey-chan · 7 years ago

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Goodbye Summer - Jisung

So it’s been a while ,,, don’t attack :’)

P.S. this is only going to be a short one because I have a final tmrw ;-;

P.P.S. I know my asks are off, but I will turn them on again tomorrow! So if you want a part 2, either tell me then OR just leave a note on this scenario lmfao ,,, ok eNJOY :)

PPPS. even if you do want a part 2, i might not make one so just beware :)

now enjoy! :D

“We still on for after school today?” I asked my older friend, Taeyeon, quietly as the girl sat right in front of me. She was a middle aged woman with a heart of gold, but never hesitated to speak her mind.

She nodded and smiled saying, “The more the merrier. I mean I get serious anxiety while taking tests so I’m happy we’re all doing this.” I nodded and sunk back in my chair.

The best part about college: the online exams. Despite me not being a fan of them personally, it was awesome when a group of students struggled together.

That’s why I had agreed to go with two girls to take the exam after class since it was the last day of lecture. I would’ve never agreed to this 2 years ago, but this is college, and we do what we need to survive.

“Yeah same, I hate taking exams, especially alone. Like I know I probably focus better alone, yet I hate suffering alone.” I joked. Taeyeon let out a small husky chuckle and shook her head.

“Oh kids these days.” I blushed at her comment but chuckled nonetheless.

Since it was the last day of lecture in my philosophy class, a few students were staying behind to clean up and say their final thanks you’s to our teacher, but I was too awkward for that so I casually sat in my seat until my group was ready to go.

I fiddled with my hair as it was in a messy bun and was irritating my neck, and of course, I decided to wear an over-sized sweater so I was enveloped in fuzziness and sweat. Why did it decide to get hot today?

I peered up from my phone and almost got a shock once I saw my crush walk past me. Ok, crush is too strong of a word, let’s just say I thought the boy was cute. And attractive. And, yeah.

He walked with another girl, Sunmi, leaving the classroom. I took one final look at him since it was the last time I would ever see him, holding onto whatever memories I had of him.

Han Jisung.

Jisung was someone I noticed from the beginning of the quarter. He stuck out with his bright laughter and talkative self as he was always debating with the teacher and the students next to him. Everything about his mannerisms attracted me as he was confidence and casual, which was everything I wasn’t.

I would spend all my class time looking at him like a little schoolgirl and hoping he never noticed.

I was lucky enough to sit in a spot where he couldn’t look at me glance from time to time, but I wasn’t dense enough to not notice when he looked back at me occasionally.

But I knew I would never do anything about my feelings anyways, it was just a hopeless crush that would flutter away as fast as it came.

“Hey,” I heard Taeyeon call out, breaking me from my thoughts. I pretended to focus on my phone instead, acting as if I wasn’t listening to their conversation.

“What’s up?” The boy replied, sending my heart into a frenzy at his deep voice.

“Are you guys taking the exam too?” My ears perked up at the question, anticipating his response.

“Oh yeah, are you guys too?” Jisung asked along with the girl next to him.

“Yup, we should all take it together.”

“True true, the more minds the better.” At that response, I felt my nerves spiral out of control, making me realize I was going have to work with him. Talk with him. Be around him.

I should’ve taken this exam alone.

“Ok just wait for 5 minutes, Dahyun needs to ask the professor something.”

I nervously stood still, hoping the boy wouldn’t stand next to me.

But of course, my luck sucks so he plants himself directly to my right. I knew I shouldn’t have been hyper aware of how close he was to me, but I was.

And I hated it.

“Hey, have you taken the exam yet?” I peered up from my phone, locking eyes with the boy next to me. His brown hair was slicked back from the hat he was wearing and he was dressed in all white, one of my favorite colors on boys.

Suddenly, I was aware of the trash of an outfit I was wearing and how my hair was glistening, and not in the good way.

“Uhh, no I’m taking it with..” I trailed off and instead gestured to our circle. He nodded and crossed his arms.

“Oh cool, so we have the whole squad here.” He smiled at me and leaned against the table in front of me, making me wonder how I could ever be that nonchalant about... anything.

I just nodded and chuckled, hoping he would stop talking to myself so I wouldn’t embarrass myself.

“Ok guys, where should we go?” Dahyun asked, adjusting the hat on her head.

“The library?” Taeyon suggested.

“But we won’t be able to talk as much there, should we just go to the computer lab? Across campus?” Sunmi asked. We all looked at one another and nodded, silently agreeing to go there.

----

“I can’t believe this quarter is coming to an end,” Dahyun exclaimed, her dress flowing in the wind and her smile as bright as the sun. The girl was always talkative in class and I was unsure about how to socialize with her.

“Yeah, I don’t know about you guys, but I really loved this class, it was one of my favorites.” Sunmi added. I calmly walked near the back of them, feeling intimidated with so many extroverted personalities. Honestly, I was just here to get my grade up.

“Same, but I am so ready to get his final done, I still have the write the essay.” Most of them groaned thinking about the extra assignment given to us on finals week, but I knew I already finished it and was ready to submit.

“Wait, who here hasn’t finished that discussion board online?” Jisung asked, standing in the middle of the circle and swiveling around. He locked eyes with one girl first who was raising her hand and I shook my head. “Do you know when it closes? I haven’t looked at that thing in a week,” He said chuckling.

I tried to remember how to walk by staring into his eyes, but caught my breath. “Um, I’m pretty sure it’s due on Wednesday.” I softly spoke. I felt my heart flutter as he smiled back at me.

“Oh ok great, I feel like I haven’t tried in this class at all.”

“Yeah, I mean, it was an easy class,” Dahyun said shrugging.

----

Shortly after talking about school, their conversation picked up, leaving me to feel like the odd one out, but honestly, I was fine with that. I slowed my walking down to pretend I was texting someone on my phone, hoping the group wouldn’t bother with me.

“Wait, dude, you’re 17?? That’s so young!” I heard them exclaim suddenly. Jisung was laughing and was adjusting his hat that was about to fall off his head. He pushed up his glasses and clapped his hands to emphasize his laugh.

“Yeah I’m still 17, turning 18 this summer. I sorta skipped a grade, that’s why I’m here.” The boy’s confidence radiated off of him in waves, yet I could still tell he was shy about it.

Wait, that means he’s my age, I thought. Suddenly the boy felt more attractive at the prospect of us being in the same age range. I saw the group shove him around, teasing him for being a “child”.

I laughed quietly and stayed on my phone silently.

Soon, I noticed how the boy slowed his tracks and walked by my side, making my heart beat a million beats per second.

“So, how old are you?” The boy asked, raising a slight brow at me. I could his defined face, despite his glasses resting on his high nose. I admit, I had a thing for boys in baseball caps and glasses, so I was already more nervous than usual.

“Um, 16.” I noted softly. His eyebrows shot up immediately and he gasped in shock, making me laugh at his exaggerated reaction. I brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear to hide the hard blush appearing on my face.

“Wait, how?” He asked curiously.

I shrugged and tried to calm my excited heart, “Well, I entered school a grade early and then I skipped a grade in elementary school, so I was technically supposed to be a year younger than everyone else, but um, yeah,” I ended lamely. I had told this story about a million times, but it felt different with him.

“What? That’s insane! You need to tell them so they stop teasing me,” He joked, making me laugh and shake my head nervously. Before I could say anything, the group whipped their heads around to stare at me.

“Wait, you’re only 16?” Sunmi exclaimed, shaking her head at being stuck in a group with “children”. Jisung and I looked at each other and shook our heads.

The boy leaned down to my height, making me blush at the close proximity; it took my every will not to lean away from him.

“Whatever, she’s just jealous she’s not young anymore.” I was shocked by his words and let out a sharp laugh. He raised his brows, not even surprised at the volume, and chuckled with me. His charisma made me notice, yet his calm demeanor made me feel more comfortable.

Dahyun soon found her way in between Jisung and I; I silently thanked the girl for stopping our interactions before I had nothing else to say.

They got lost in their own conversation until I saw Jisung peek his head at me.

“Oh yeah, what high school did you go to?” I almost forgot what school I attended when he caught me off guard, but nonetheless it came back to me soon.

“Um, Seoul High School-” Before I could finish my statement, Dahyun gasped excitedly.

“Oh my gosh, I think that’s where I saw you! I used to go to that school as well,” She noted. I nodded and pretended to be interested.

“Oh that’s cool, I mean we probably never saw each other much since we’re not in the same grade.” I fibbed.

“That must be the computer lab, c’mon guys.”

----

The exam only took a short 30 minutes, and soon all of us left to go their separate ways.

Jisung and Sunmi left first, waving to us all. I waved back to the two, blending in with the group.

I saw Jisung smile at me one last time, and then turned around to exit the lab. I tried to ignore the slight pain in my heart once I realized I was never going to see the boy again.

“Well, I’m glad we got 100%, we all make a pretty good team.” Taeyeon said, pushing sad thoughts out of my mind right away. I nodded, throwing all my materials in my bag.

“Yup, I’m really thankful for you guys, I suck at test taking.” The two girls shook their heads and laughed.

“No problem.” I finished packing up my stuff and turned to the both of them, ready to leave my first final behind with a step in my walk.

“Well, I think imma bounce now, have a nice summer,” I said. They waved to me, letting me leave on a happy note.

As I hit the fresh air, I looked around for the two familiar faces. I immediately set my eyes on the backs of Jisung and Sunmi.

If it was Jisung alone, I hopefully would’ve caught up to him, but I could never do something so gutsy with another person witnessing my anxiety. I stayed in the back, hoping they wouldn’t notice me, and I was far away back that they wouldn’t.

Soon, I saw them split up, Sunmi going one way while Jisung stood alone for a second.

At that moment, my initial reaction was to catch up to him, what I would do or say, I didn’t know.

It’s not worth it, you barely know him and you’ll just make a fool out of yourself.

Those thoughts weighed heavily on my mind and on my chest, leaving me to take one step...and then none more.

I stood frozen in place, watching to see what the boy would do. Jisung set down his phone and put in his earbuds, then started walking again, peering down at his phone from time to time.

I felt my anxiety die down and the fluttering in my stomach reside in the bottom part of my stomach.

It’s just a little crush, it will go away. I mean you’ll never see him again anyways, it was no use.

I looked up from the ground and watched him disappear slowly from my sight, and realized that was the last time I would ever see that boy.

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kagetatsumis · 6 years ago

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85 Questions Tag

Rules: answer these 85 questions about yourself and then tag 20 people

thanks @highlady-of-slytherin for tagging me!! <3

Last

drink: was actually tea from a chinese restaurant i was just at for dinner lol

phone call: home to get picked up from practice

text message: to a friend about doing hw so i could go watch a movie at her house tmrw

song you listened to: uh Hurt Somebody by Noah Kalan and Julia Michaels (should be that idk)

time you cried: sometime in the last month probs i can’t really remember a specific date

Ever

dated someone twice: i haven’t dated anyone so nope

kissed someone and regretted it: well i have to first kiss someone rip

been cheated on: no bc we weren’t actually dating so it doesn’t really count as cheating?

lost someone special: yeah

gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

fave colors? green

In the last year have you?

made new friends: yes

fallen out of love: yeah :c

laughed until you cried: yes

found out someone was talking about you: yes (like all the time rip)

met someone who changed you: yes yes yes

found out who your friends are: sadly i actually have found out that some of my friends aren’t really great friends

kissed someone on your facebook friends list: need to kiss someone first so nope

General

how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: like almost all of them

do you have any pets: no :c i want a cat

do you want to change your name: not really

what did you do for your last birthday: went shopping with friends then had dinner with other friends lol

what time did you wake up today: 6 am sigh xc life

what were you doing last night at midnight: sleeping

what is something you can’t wait for: lowkey falling in love and having someone who falls in love with you too. i’m a hopeless romantic

what are you listening to right now: the sounds of the night LOL no music is playing bc i’m supposed to be doing hw

have you ever talked to a person named tom: uhhh no? wow that’s weird

something that gets on your nerves: (same sam) people who talk to me while i’m reading so i can’t actually read

most visited website: lowkey might be tumblr not sure

hair colour: dark brown/black

long or short hair: is this my hair or my preference? it’s like medium lol just past my shoulders

what do you like about yourself: my intelligence and my personality

want any piercings: nah i’m good

blood type: dude idk

nicknames: none

relationship status: single

zodiac sign: capricorn

pronouns: she/her

fave tv show: i don’t have one

tattoos: none

right or left handed: right

ever had surgery: nope

piercings: 0

sports: cross country and long distance track (and soccer back in the day)

vacation: wish i could go more often but we always just go to national parks so it’s pretty :)

trainers: my shoes?? um...asics? lol

eating: i approve

drinking: water + THAI TEA

i’m about to watch: sierra burgess is a loser

waiting for: life to get better and the ability to write again

want: to become a successful writer and to find someone who will matter

get married: yeah that would be nice in the future

career: i need to go to college first

hugs or kisses: hugs

lips or eyes: eyes

shorter or taller: taller

older or younger: older

nice arms or stomach: i think arms...or i’m not too sure

hookup or relationship: relationship

troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant for a real life boy, troublemaker if you’re a book character

Have you ever?

kissed a stranger: nope

drank hard liquor: nope

lost glasses: don’t have glasses

turned someone down: yeah :c

sex on the first date: haven’t had sex and i wouldn’t want it on the first date

broken someone’s heart: sadly :C

had your heart broken: yeah... (well i can’t tell if i’m heartbroken or just upset it didn’t work out...)

been arrested: nope

cried when someone died: yes

fallen for a friend: did it have to be someone you were friends with for like...more than class? bc then no? but i’ve crushed on class friends

Do you believe in?

yourself: yeah usually

miracles: yeah

love at first sight: maybe?

kiss on the first date: no because i’m pretty big on like physical contact so kisses are gonna have to come when we’re actually dating and serious

angels: not really

Other?

best friend’s name: susanna + michelle

eye colour: light brown

fave movie: right now i suppose it’s to all the boys i’ve loved before but i don’t actually have one

favourite actor: um idk lol

favourite food: pasta!!!!!

extrovert or introvert: i am a crazy introvert

favourite flower: lavender

favourite hello kitty characters: what O:

tagging: @goldbooksblack @librarian-of-velaris @slytherclaw713 @bookaholic1012 @thelaughingzeebra and anyone who wants to do this

#tagged #tag games

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roxiera · 8 years ago

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of weddings and confessions // newt scamander

request: you being like late 20s and your parents wanted you to get married soon, so they arranged a marriage with the Scamander family, to Theseus. (Okay so at this point in time Newt is like your bestie but you have this extremely huge crush on him and you’re also pretty close to Theseus [obviously closer to Newt]) and so Theseus knows also about you and Newt’s mutual crushes and he secretly plots to get both of yall married instead (?) or, alternatively: Newt crashes yours and Theseus’ wedding and confesses? (by @embracingtheinnerweaboo )

a/n: THE TAGGING ISNT WORKING OMF WHY KEWRGBKEBGTBG also ! we received a similar request a few days before this so we’re just going to assume that it was from you as well BAHAHHAHA but if it isn’t and the anon wants another imagine then send us another message to let us know !!

You had always known that this day would come.

You should have gotten married years ago - you were the only one left among your friends that didn’t carry a ring on that finger, but you weren’t going to remain single much longer.

But why Theseus?

(a/n: his name cracks me up everytime it sounds like thesis and honestly im so done with school)

Theseus was wonderful, for sure, but he wasn’t him. The older Scamander brother was every woman’s dream - tall with broad shoulders and strong arms and a heart of a Gryffindor and a war hero, no less - but he wasn’t what you wanted.

Your heart lay with the youngest Scamander son - the one with the yellow-and-black scarf and adorable freckles that looked like the stars had found their way onto his face and a heart purer than gold - and now you were getting married to his brother.

You didn’t know if Newt had found out yet and you didn’t want to tell him because he would start giving you the cold shoulder and pushing you away and you didn’t want to lose him.

You couldn’t lose him.

Newt found himself in his room, shards of glass and porcelain sharp and glinting from their places on his carpeted floor, his desk bare of the mess of crumpled documents and worn books and broken quills that had previously been swept to the ground in a fit of rage.

Why you?

Theseus was the family’s pride and joy - his parents could have chosen any woman they wanted and they just had to choose you.

You were beautiful and your smile could make any man weak at the knees and you were one of the best people he had ever met and you were too good for Theseus.

You were too good for anyone.

You had been the only person in a long time who made Newt feel like he was someone special, and of course, Theseus - perfect, golden-boy Theseus - had to swoop in and take away one of the best things that had ever happened to Newt.

Newt knew that this wasn’t his brother’s fault - or anyone’s for that matter - but he wanted you and he needed you and he needed someone to blame, for Merlin’s sake.

The both of you had been the best of friends for over nearly a decade and he couldn’t imagine being as close to someone as he had been to you; he didn’t want to lose you.

He couldn’t lose you.

(a/n: my attempt at angst is failing why am i doing this during english lel)

Theseus knew.

Not that it had been very difficult to realise, considering both Newt and (y/n) were absolutely terrible at hiding their hilariously obvious feelings for each other.

He liked (y/n), sure, but you had always been like a little sister to him, and Newt’s heated glares and sour mood when both of you hung out told him enough.

Theseus would never want Newt to hate him; he didn’t want to live the rest of his life knowing that he had taken away his brother’s best friend - most likely something more - and that he had married someone who didn’t love him at all.

Theseus lay in bed, unable to fall asleep as unrelentingly loud thoughts buzzed incessantly throughout his alert mind, blinking at the darkness thoughtfully.

Perhaps he could do something about this.

You found yourself knocking on the Scamanders’ door early next morning, desperately wanting to see Newt. Mrs Scamander had eagerly welcomed you in, promptly shoving you up the stairs in the direction of Theseus’ bedroom.

“Enjoy, darling! Just go straight in - I’m sure Theseus is already awake.”

You winced slightly at the loud volume so early in the morning. Hesitating slightly, you found yourself striding toward Newt’s door the instant the sound of footsteps faded away, your knuckles rapping lightly on the dark mahogany as your breath hitched in your throat, heart twisting uncomfortably.

hehatesmethiswasaterribleideahehatesmehehatesmehehates-

“(y/n)?”

You stared at Newt’s sleepy figure tersely, mind blank as your throat tightened with suppressed sobs. Your limbs felt disconnected and horribly foreign as your rushed into Newt’s room, pulling said man along with you, the door closing with a soft click.

“I can’t do it, Newt.”

You buried your head in your hands, fingers weaving through tangled hair, tugging at your own scalp painfully as tears left your eyes, your cheeks wet and sticky as your shut your eyes tightly.

“I can’t marry Theseus. I can’t, Newt. It’s you I want to marry and I can’t do anything about it and everything’s just wrong.”

Your disorientated flood of words disappeared into ugly sobs as you registered Newt’s firm, lean arms wrapping themselves around you, pulling you close as you buried your face in his chest, your fingers digging into his back as you cried, your emotions, having been pent up and suppressed for the past two weeks, having finally beaten you.

(a/n: kwbjrb this is so fucking crap im sorry)

“It’s going to be alright, (y/n). I’ll talk to my parents and your parents and we’re going to sort this out and I promise you that I will marry you and we don’t have to care about what anyone thinks-”

“Nice to see to hear how much you care about me, Newt.”

You jumped slightly at the sudden interruption, blood roaring in your ears as Newt tightened his grip around you, pulling you closer to him, clenching his jaw as he glared at the unwelcome intruder.

Theseus.

“What the bloody hell are you doing in my room?” Newt snapped, scowling slightly as his brother, who had a terribly obnoxious shite-eating grin on his face.

(a/n: do british people say shite or am i just retarded lel)

“I think the real question is, brother, why my fiancée is in your room instead of mine, in a very interesting position.”

(a/n: lmao ppl getting all salty over hugs are so funny like broo calm dOwn)

You gripped Newt’s forearm tightly, tugging him back lightly, not wanting a fight to erupt among the two brothers, which would eventually lead to a rift between the two families.

You looked pleadingly at the older Scamander sibling, desperation evident on your face as you felt Newt tense even more through his thin shirt.

“I’ll speak to Mum and Dad. You two’ll get your wedding,” Theseus announced, smirking slightly. You tried to suppress the hope blossoming in your chest, but you could already feel your worry dissipating, your lips beginning to angle upward slightly at what Theseus had just announced.

You glanced at Newt with bright eyes, who now looked slightly less upset, scowl softening considerably as he glanced at you, both of you thinking the same thing - that perhaps everything would work out and you and Newt could be together.

“But honestly, you two have to let those Billywigs out during the wedding.”

a/n: disgusting and shitty aka me and theseus so extra like me its vv lowkey funny !! its 1am and i have tuition tmrw fml ok rest well everyone :-)

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