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zafirosreverie · 4 years ago

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Must be the eyes (Teacher!Agatha x Fem!Student!Reader) part 3

(Part 1) (part 2)

a/n: this is too cliché and I’m sorry for that. not really.

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"I'm going to kill you" you hit Nick hard

"Ouch!" he exclaimed as he rubbed his shoulder "Damn Y/N, you have a good arm, you should consider boxing"

"Shut up! I’m mad at you!" you growled

"I know, I know! I'm sorry!" Nick threw up his hands in surrender "Listen, I didn't think Dalton was going to sit with me, okay? We were just chatting and I thought he would go to his seat as soon as we left"

"Ah, so leaving me standing in the hallway until your boyfriend left was the option? How is that better, Jadu?!" you crossed your arms.

"Sorry!" he said again "... but it wasn't that bad, was it? I mean, you ended up sitting with Ms Harkness"

"Yes, and then I used her as a pillow!" you hissed "Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?! She sure hates me now, Nick!"

"I don't think she does" he smiled at you "she has been looking at you since we arrived"

It was true. Since you hurriedly got down of the bus, and in all the time that you had been in the hotel lobby (seriously, how hard was it to give you your rooms?! Why did they have to keep you there for hours?), you could feel the brunette’s eyes on you. But you hadn't been able to look at her face, so you only glanced at her from time to time.

"And?" you asked

"Well, it's true that it could be a 'I'm planning your murder, Y/L/N' look" he joked "But, at least from here, it seems more like a 'I want you to use me as a pillow again, and as a whole bed if you want' look"

You blushed and hit him again.

"Shut up" you muttered "You're on thin ice, Jadu"

He laughed and hugged you from behind. He was much taller than you, so you could hear his heart. You felt safe with him, like an older brother taking care of you.

But you weren't going to forgive him so easily.

"Get off, Nick" you growled jokingly and crossed your arms

"Ok, plan B then" he said and released you, then dropped to one knee and took your hands.

You laughed at his silliness and quickly put yourself on role by faking a pout.

"Y/N Y/L/N, my precious friend" he said "I am very sorry I hurted your feelings. What can this humble being do to earn your forgiveness?"

You stifled a laugh and tried not to smile "Nicholas Jadu, my idiot friend" you said "I'm afraid there is nothing you can do this time. Your offense is very serious"

"Please, my lady" he laughed "How about I offer you a book as a sacrifice?"

"Uhmm ... add a chamomile tea and you have a deal"

"deal"

Neither could hold your laughter any longer. You helped him to his feet and he put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer and ruffling your hair.

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Agatha couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy when she saw you laughing and playing with Nicholas. She knew she had no right to be jealous, especially when you were just talking to your friend like she had always seen you do since your first year at school.

She didn't want to hate the boy either (okay, maybe hate was a very strong word. She was just a little mad at him), because it wasn't his fault that she felt that way. He had no way of knowing that his closeness to you stirred his teacher's stomach. But she couldn't help it. Seeing you so happy and careless, hugging him and joking with him, was a lot for her. That, that was something she wanted.

She was so distracted by your interaction with Nicholas, that she didn't really pay attention to what Wanda and Jimmy were saying until her redhead pulled her by the arm and made her look at them.

"Agatha, do you agree?" she asked, making the brunette curse herself for not paying attention.

"Oh sorry hon, what?" she blinked.

"Weren't you listening?" Jimmy asked. Agatha rolled her eyes

"Well someone had to keep an eye on the kids while you guys were distracted at the reception" she lied.

"Sure" Wanda rolled her eyes before sighing "we have a problem"

"Now what?"

"We should have been suspicious when we were missing seats on the bus" Jimmy muttered, but the brunette didn't even turn to him.

"It seems we had more than one error when we did the math" Wanda told her.

"Are we missing a room too?" Agatha asked

"Something like that" replied the redhead "It seems that we are missing one on the girls’ side, and we have one left on the boys' side"

"But we can't let a female student sleep in the boys' area" Jimmy said.

"Not by law" agreed Wanda

"Okay" Agatha sighed "and I'm assuming the hotel can't change it"

"Nope"

Agatha sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. This trip was proving to be a headache and they have just arrived.

"But we thought of a solution" the redhead quickly assured her.

"Which is?" the brunette raised her eyebrow

"Our shared room is registered" Wanda said "And as teachers, one of us can occupy the room on the boys' side, while the other stays with the girls"

"And since they ... respect you more, we thought it was a good idea if you stayed with them" added Jimmy

"So, Wanda will sleep on the boys' side while I take care of the girls, and you want me to share a room with one of them."

"A student sharing a room with her teacher is not against school law as it would be to let the girl sleep on the boys' side" said Wanda

"Stupid heteronormative laws" Agatha thought "They're college students! They know what they’re doing! And it's not like everyone is straight, especially in this college. I'm sure 70% of our students are part of the LGBT + community"

But she couldn't say that out loud. So she just sighed and nodded

"Okay, I stay with the girls"

"Excellent" Wanda smiled "Now we just have to tell them"

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Agatha Harkness was not a woman who considered herself evil ... well, not too much. But she couldn't deny that she was slightly proud of the scared looks and worried murmurs from her students when Wanda told them that they would stay in charge of her.

"So who will share a room with Ms Harkness?" the redhead asked.

Agatha felt strangely confident and a little relieved. She knew you wouldn't volunteer in a million years, so she wouldn't have to deal with her feelings and spending time with another student might help her get rid of them. She wouldn't be tempted by you.

"Y/L/N will do it" a voice yelled, causing the brunette to frown.

Wait, what?

But she wasn't the only one confused by the statement.

You had been in the back of the group throughout Professor Maximoff's speech, decidedly avoiding looking at the brunette, no matter how many funny looks Nick gave you.

When she said someone should sleep with Ms Harkness, you thought that girl was lucky, but it was definitely not going to be you. There was no way in the world you would offer yourself, especially after what had happened on the bus. The statement made you freeze.

"Y/L/N will do it" Susana yelled, a few steps ahead of you.

"Wait, what?" you murmured, before feeling all eyes on you.

"Come on Y/N" someone whispered near you "You are the witch tamer"

"The what?" you frowned

"You are Harkness' favorite student" Susana confirmed "You are the only one who could survive the kraken"

"Okay, that's an exaggeration" you rolled your eyes

But it seemed like your classmates only heard the first word, because they immediately pushed you to the front of the group, offering you as a human sacrifice to the witch woman.

"Excellent" smiled the red-haired teacher "Everything settled then. Form two lines, men with Professor Woo and me, women with Professor Harkness" she said, totally oblivious to the scared look in your eyes or the way the brunette froze.

As everyone moved, you felt Nick's hand on your back and turned to look at him. He was smiling at you, but in a reassuring way, there was no mockery in his smile.

"You'll be fine Y/N" he assured you "Just charge your phone as soon as you enter the room and I will talk to you until you fall asleep"

You smiled at him gratefully. You really didn't deserve him.

"Thank you" you whispered.

Nick smiled at you one last time before he went to his line. Sighing, you took your things to form yours too, praying that you could survive these two weeks.

Looking quickly at your teacher, you could see that at least she seemed normal. She didn't look at you while she handed out the keys to the rooms, or when you guys got on the elevator. Perhaps she had already forgotten the incident. You wish you could too.

What you didn't know was that you weren't the only one panicking.

Agatha tried to appear calm and collected, as if she didn't care at all about the situation. She used all her willpower not to look at you while she did her chaperone duties, using her voice of authority. She had a reputation to uphold, after all.

But inside, she could feel her circuits melting and the little voices in her head screaming in panic.

"Shit, shit, shit! This wasn’t in the plan! Abort mission, abort, abort, abort! Mayday, mayday, mayday"

She needed to calm down. She needed to regain her self-control.

So she gave you the room keys, saying that she needed to do her rounds to make sure everyone was in their rooms, needing to put as much distance between you as possible.

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You sighed in relief as the hot water from the shower hit your back. You hadn't realized how tense you were.

You cursed Susana and the others in a low voice. How could they sacrifice you like this? Damn traitors. You knew there was no way they could know about your crush (although you honestly thought you were pretty obvious), so they weren't doing it because they hated you. But still, damn it.

"Two weeks" you whispered "Only two weeks. You can do it Y/N"

You desperately wished you could believe your own words.

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It took Agatha almost three hours to get to the room. She had been helping the girls get settled in, making sure everything was in order.

Some of them had had problems with their suitcases, so she had to solve that mess. She was totally not delaying going to her own room.

And she was definitely not thinking about the beautiful girl who was waiting for her there.

Ok, that sounded bad even in her head.

You weren't waiting for her. It wasn't like you were in her bed, in your underwear, specifically waiting for her to give yourself completely to her and-

"Enough" she mentally scolded herself. She shouldn't be having those thoughts about you.

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, turning her attention to the hallway as the girls obediently entered into their rooms. She almost wished they weren't well-behaved little angels. Sure, she knew they were actually terrified of her, but it didn't matter.

The point was, she finished pretty fast (well, fast in her opinion) and she soon found herself reluctantly walking up to her room.

"Well ... let's get this over with" she thought as she used the other key "hopefully everything will be fine"

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It wasn’t fine. IT WASN’T FINE!

Agatha had almost turned and fled the room when she saw you lying on the bed.

You weren't exactly in your underwear, surrounded by rose petals, with candles as the only lighting and waiting for her in a seductive pose. No.

But you were lying on your stomach, wearing a set of shorts and a tank top as pajamas, in the middle of the bed, with the lamp on and reading peacefully. And for some reason, that was even sexier than her fantasy.

You looked so relaxed, so peaceful. Your legs kicked calmly as your hands turned the pages of the book, and your blouse left little to the imagination, showing the upper part of your breasts.

For a moment she imagined herself approaching you, gently removing the book from your hands, before kissing you deeply as she climbed on top of you.

She imagined running a hand up your stomach, lifting your tank top little by little. She wondered how your skin would feel under her touch. Would you blush if she caressed the base of your breasts? Or if she kissed your neck? What noise would you make if she lowered her hand to the spring of your shorts and-

Agatha cleared her throat to cover her moan. The noise made you jump up and look at her.

You were so focused on your reading that you hadn't noticed the other's presence. You hadn't even heard the door open. You looked at your teacher and couldn't help noticing the blush that adorned her cheeks. She seemed agitated.

"Are you okay Ms Harkness?" you asked softly, starting to get up. Getting close to her was the last thing you wanted to do, but you couldn't help but worry about her. Fortunately, you didn't have to.

"Perfectly fine, Miss Y/L/N" she smiled at you, although it seemed forced "However, I think the fatigue of the trip is catching up with me" she said, hurriedly walking to the other side of the room, where her suitcase was still unpacked. At least there were two beds, she wouldn’t have to be tortured by sleeping next to you.

You didn't say anything, a little confused by her attitude. You simply nodded and refocused on your reading.

Agatha was grateful for that. However, as she took her things out of the suitcase, she kept stealing glances at you, getting a little mad at you with every second that passed.

Who had given you permission to get into her head like this? You had no right to greet her in pajamas, to leave your legs and collarbones exposed for her to see. You had no right to drive her crazy, and then act worried about her, like it wasn't your fault she was a mess in the first place.

The fact that you didn't know the power you had over her wasn't a good enough excuse in her opinion.

Wait... she wasn't supposed to know about your crush on her either.

"Too bad for you, love" she thought, with a devilish smile.

She knew that she shouldn't do this, but she refused to be the only one to suffer in these two weeks!

Without saying anything, she took her towel and walked to the bathroom, "accidentally" forgetting her clothes on the bed. Upps, guess she would have to come out wrapped in the towel ... we'll see

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When the bathroom door closed, you let out a sigh that you didn't even know you were holding. You guessed it could be worse.

"If this keeps up, maybe we can survive the entire trip, Y/N" you muttered

When the thing with the rooms had happened, she didn't say anything about sharing with you, then she'd been gone for almost three hours and now she'd just walked into the bathroom, barely speaking to you. If she continued like this, indifferent, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Smiling and feeling relieved, you read again, quickly losing yourself in the pages. You were reading about the Salem trials, wanting to be the best prepared for tomorrow's tour. After all, you were here for a research that would be evaluated in a lengthy essay. You wanted to be ready for it.

However, just a few minutes later (at least that felt like a few minutes to you, although it could have been hours, you could never be sure when you read), you heard the shower turn off and the bathroom door opened.

By now, you weren't that nervous anymore so you allowed yourself to look up and- OH. MY. GOD.

Agatha Harkness was standing in front of you, hair still dripping, barefoot and with only a towel wrapped around her body. You swallowed audibly and hid your face in your book, praying that she didn't notice the effect she was having on you.

Agatha smiled to herself as she sat on the edge of her own bed, at the end closest to you. She crossed her legs in a decidedly slow motion and reached out for her clothes, exposing her collarbone and neck to you.

You looked away when she started dressing. It was one thing to have a crush on her, but it was quite another to be rude and watch her change, no matter how much you wanted.

The older woman frowned a little, but she told herself that there would be time to tempt you more. When she finished changing, she glanced at you out of the corner of her eye, noticing for the first time the way one of your hands gripped the sheet while your legs were pressed firmly.

"A good start" she thought "Let's see how much more you can take, love ..."

She had agreed to make the trip so that you would be happy, and she was adamant about it. She would let you enjoy the guided tours of the town and you could enjoy your day as you wanted.

But the nights, she had just decided, belonged to her. And she wouldn't be the only one burning with desire and lust. She was completely determined to make this trip a lustful hell for you.

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27emailsicantsend · 2 years ago

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bday anon back with more shenanigans headcanons bc sof’s ferris wheel post and delete gave me buzz!! 🧁

ok so i could totally imagine that the whole gang are released for thanksgiving break and this time miss jenn decides not to give them an assignment like last year but instead encourages them to get out and have some fun (because best believe she will be working them hard when they return from break lol) and there’s this local Autumn Fest so the gang decide to meet up on its opening night to hang. and like imagine they’re still kinda secret dating so they end up wearing coordinating outfits but play it off to the gang as a wacky coincidence. by this point they seem super sus but everyone keeps quiet when they act up, instead sharing comical looks (ahem WDYKAL callback) and there’s montages of them all playing fair games together like cornucopia hole (hehe see what I did there) and that stupid strength game trying to get the turkey to hit the top bell and whack a pilgrim 😭 . and imagine there’s a bobbing for apples game in which the gang loudly cheers on our favorite himbo Ricky and he frickin wins and he’s excited so we get a callback to the 306 celebratory hug ahhh!!! and ofc Ricky and Gina hug a little too long for “friends” and another hilarious 👀 ensues. the evening continues with them all doing various rounds of photobooth photos and Gina sneakily presses her cheek to Ricky’s for the last group pic and does a peace sign while he cheeses because they could play it off as this silly goofy pose. and we get to see the gang walking together (the girls ahead of the boys) laughing and enjoying fall themed fair food which includes Seb holding up a humongous turkey leg that Ricky hilariously jokes about being dinosaur meat and bless his heart seb would believe him 🥺 and Carlos is like ‘oh honey no its not actu—nevermind eat up’ /fond sigh/) and they all laugh and they’re all munching on different stuff like kettle corn and candy apples and Gina is like ‘I’m gonna get a cotton candy, anyone want anything?’ like the generous queen she is and Ricky offers to come with and they share this look and head off while the gang hangs off to the side by some fame booths having fun and while no one is paying attention, they lock pinkies as they head up to the candy counter. ‘1 cotton candy pls’ Ricky will say and pay for it because he’s a gentleman and loves how Gina’s face lights up when the carney hands it to her. And she holds the fluffy orange confection next to Ricky’s face and laughs ‘it looks like your hair’ and rips a piece off and Ricky makes sure the gang is still preoccupied before stealing a soft kiss from her, making them both blush and is like ‘We should prob head back now huh?’ and they have to act they weren’t just being the cutest couple for 5 mins. more fun group stuff happens like bumper cars and the water-balloon shooter thing’ which Kourt is surprisingly amazing at and collects like four giant plushies and Gina wins her own little bear, thinking to herself that now Franklin has a little girlfriend too 😭. The night sky settles in and the wind picks up so they agree to call it a night and give each other hugs and wishes to have a nice Thanksgiving and ‘text me! see you next Monday!’ all around. Ricky and Gina and Seb and Carlos hang back and they wait until the rest of the group is out of earshot and off to their separate ways before Carlos is like ‘okay you two, spill it. You’re totally dating aren’t you? My straight-dar is never wrong. Besides you know what” as a S3 callback to them mistakenly thinking Jet and Maddox liked each other lmaoo. And so Ricky and Gina sheepishly nod and then Seblos start squealing in joy for their friends like ‘oh Thank God! I had a reputation to uphold whew!’ And so Gina tells Seb a rundown off what happened over the summer while Carlos pulls his bestie Ricky to the side and is like ‘Bro I’m really happy for you two. I knew you would end up together eventually’ and it’s just really sweet to imagine all the support they would get from their friends :) . They all agree to have one final ride and then head home and ofc their eyes light up at the sight over the towering Ferris wheel(1/?)

BDAY ANON YOURE SO?????

THIS WAS SICK????? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS ?????????????

Literally WHO, and I mean WHO gave you permission to write this. It is 10 at night. I am going to have to go to bed and all I keep thinking about is stolen kisses with shared cotton candy, bobbing for apples, and a Ferris wheel where gina is talking about a beautiful night and he’s just staring at her saying “yeah it is” with the biggest heart eyes… EVERRRRR???

And of COURSE seblos would be the first to know. And omg can you imagine if CARLOS helped RICKY write a song since ricky did that for him and seb?? 😭 naurrr it’s chew much for me mate. Chew much!!!!

And then the scene of them going home in the car together to parallel 1x5?? And thanksgiving together?? Omg what if ricky wore the hat to the park 😭😭 no I’m ill I hate it here

Literally this was 10 out 10 for headcanons and I loved every second of reading it. I totally get coming up with stuff out of nowhere because I found one picture of Sofia and I am pretty sure I wrote an entire rina fic off of it to so I. Get. It.

Yeah if tim wants to hire us that would be great??? Much appreciated ❤️ this was so beautiful and it makes me want rina secret dating 10x more now 🥺

#rina #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #gina porter #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #hc #asks #send me asks #headcanons #bday anon

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think-thonkin · 2 years ago

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So I need to dump some thoughts on the upcoming MH live action movie

I've ranted about this in the tags of someone reposting the teaser/trailer onto here earlier this week but there's generally so many odd, if not outright negative creative decisions this movie has been making, it's kind of baffling.

Lagoona, Cleo and Deuce honestly being the most egregious imho.

First of all- the color blue is literally part of Lagoona's name, I genuinely do not understand why the creative decision to keep her skin tone that of a regular human was made when so many of the other characters can sport non-human skintones just fine-

My best guess is that she will be shown in water most of the time and having to do makeup to that extend and make it waterproof is quite a feat they may not have been willing to commit to, but it still sucks to see that they apparently couldn't find a better solution than this. At least they kept to her athletic clothing style and some of the fins I guess (give her webbed hands you cowards).

Now to the more egregious ones...

Cleo's main character flaw is supposed to be that she's outwardly arrogant and vain because she has not only one hell of a family reputation to uphold being royalty and all, but is literally a walking, rotten corpse, with the bandages all over her tied into her outfit to cover up the parts of her that aren't "perfect" - she is overcompensating outwardly and immaturely like the self conscious teenager she is, opting for taught, toxic behavior that is part of her natural character arc to overcome! Deep down she is supposed to be a kind and caring friend whose superficial behavior speaks more of nurture than nature and repeatedly does tend to hurt her friendships until she learns to express her care and genuine love for the people she's close to in healthier ways.

To see the live action movie with next to no bandages on her whatsoever feels like such a massive cheapening of her character - they stand for so much more than a decorative choice! Unless they humble her to a sympathizable level in some other way (because she is supposed to be part of the main friend-group's cast, not the actual school bully bitch like I'm afraid they'll make her out to be in this movie) this seems like a terrible decision to me, especially since, like this, she's not even recognizable as a mummy anymore.

Not to mention the implications of this movie potentially shuffling romantic dynamics around, so if Deuce's kind nature and loyalty to her isn't there to keep her grounded, challenge her taught, arrogant attitude and bring out her genuine, caring and kind side more, then how the hell are they gonna make her sympathetic to the viewer at all?

Speaking of Deuce-

I really disapprove of the decision to make him just some flavorless brand of bad boy aesthetic with green hair instead of a supernatural punk that sports preferably sleeveless clothes (shows of muscles! Hell yeah! He's a very sporty and athletically committed guy!) who, despite some tense family issues, maintains a friendly, warm personality that purposefully contrasts his more intimidating appearance.

The snake-hawk he sports in non-live action media is his most recognizable feature besides the eyes that are usually hidden behind sunglasses for the sake of protecting others from (temporarily) turning into stone and seeing that both the sunglasses were replaced with (seemingly) regular glasses and the snake hair omitted entirely, this movie imo failed at making him recognizable beyond the color scheme.

It just feels way too tame- they didn't even have to do it in CG, they literally could they not have just. Made some sfx prosthetics or sth? I'd have preferred some silly, bouncy, low-effort silicone snakes for hair over just. Dying this basic, designated "hot" boy haircut that's mostly hidden under a beanie anyways in green.

Obviously I cannot expect a nickelodeon musical production of a franchise that is in it's early reboot stages and thus likely does not have the biggest budget to fully cushion out huge projects like this, but this still makes it feel like this adaptation was made based on surface level research of the characters instead of putting actual thought into them.

I do admit that having Frankie be nonbinary makes absolute perfect sense for their character, since they are literally made up of multiple people's body parts that were painstakingly stitched together and artificially given life, but considering the thoughtlessness of some of the other creative choices (also why are there no bolts on Frankie's neck? They have to recharge regularly, don't they?) this is something that honestly kind of confuses me.

This is clearly a creative choice with thought behind it, but this also makes the quality of other creative choices for the other characters super inconsistent? I'm just. You'll make a character nonbinary to fit their essential identity and the setting's themes of a school full of weirdos (affectionate) with vastly different kinds of individuals better but won't give Cleo a defining character trait that is directly connected to who she is both as a monster type as well as a person and plays a big part in how she acts? WHAT

(though it is obviously still super appreciated to see one of the main protagonists be openly and very directly stated to use they/them pronouns, that's a bold move to push for and have executed, especially for a nickelodeon production of all things)

Monster High has a history of tying parts of its characters' personalities into the character's design elements, and seeing some of the more crucial details erased like this is a really bad sign for me.

Between some great ideas there's just too much wasted potential visible in that trailer and those teaser images... it's really unfortunate.

Despite definitely being a cash cow franchise made to sell dolls, there was a lot of genuine heart and effort put into these characters and into making them unique - because was that not the whole point behind Monster High in the first place? A cast full of colorful, unique individuals, all so fundamentally different in what type of monster they are, what their upbringing means to them, what their goals in their timeframe of existence are - and yet they find common ground, friendship, love... acceptance.

There's also the obvious cheesy teen drama charme, but a lot of the past stories involving these characters still managed to also have so much genuine heart and thoughtful, sweet messages about individualism and identity and the importance of trust and loyal friendships in this social setting where being different on a superficial level is not considered bad thing by default. That's the kind of thing people want to connect to, this desire to belong and be accepted regardless of what you look like and identify as, because it's your personality and actions that count.

I never expected nor asked for this movie to be 1:1 accurate to the dolls in any capacity, but it does bum me out that the costume designs make me feel like the people behind it don't actually understand the characters they were creating these outfits and makeup concepts for.

#monster high #monster high the movie #monster high live action #rant

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holicanth · 4 years ago

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Joy and Union

Day 2 of Shinoweek 2021 - Winter, Friends/Family

Words: 2.3k

Genre: Fluff, friendship, FRIENDSHIP!!!

Warnings: Self-hate, suicidal thoughts.

Tags: Shinohina, Hinata’s worries and fears. Kiba acts like a clown, Team 8, Team 8 is chaotic and share one braincell.

Author’s Note: This is a onehsot. Wanted to make something light to counter the absolute shitstorm im about to make tomorrow :”v Hope you like it :D

Summary: A simple task—to tail a group of chuunin-level gangsters who had been extorting money from one of Konoha's poorer regions. The group was interested in the mining industry of the area, but have tried to take the compound with illegitimate force.

An insect user has to be able to adapt to all forms of weather, using chakra to regulate body temperature and balance at all times.

It takes a while for Shino to master this technique, but now he uses it almost automatically.

The reason being his persistence to use cloaks and the like in the heat of summer.

Shino knows that there is nothing wrong with his skin. It isn't scarred, tan, or even rough. The Aburames are all born with extremely regenerartive skin, but Shino fears the disgust reflected on his comrades when they see bugs dig out a hole from inside him

(He used to be more blatant with it, reveling in their shock. But Shino learns that this has left him more alienated than accepted)

So in summer months he would cover up with loose robes, with enough ventilation to help his bugs move freely. Of course, Shino prefers the warm embrace of sunlight, but he finds that the winter months can be more comfortable than they seem.

It was during a reconnaissance mission, dead winter, and Team 8 was assigned to a small village to Konoha's North.

A simple task—to tail a group of chuunin-level gangsters who had been extorting money from one of Konoha's poorer regions. The group was interested in the mining industry of the area, but have tried to take the compound with illegitimate force.

Kiba and Akamaru left to chase after the gang leader, while Shino and Hinata were to guard and uphold the mine from other assailants.

It was a quiet morning. The villagers were scared (as they should be) and have decided to hide themselves in their homes. Shino's bugs were less effective during winter, but enough to ward unsuspecting intruders.

Meanwhile Hinata was observing all around with her Byakugan. She has been up for a few long hours.

Shino is not a fool. He notices the pattern that Hinata's behavior takes during missions. To do her best. To never give up. To prove that she is worthy of something. Even if it pushes her over the brink. He’s always hated the way she thinks so poorly of herself, as if she deserved all the discomfort that comes from being a shinobi. He understands the feeling well, though.

"You know that you can leave this to me, right?" Shino muses next to her, "Rest, Hinata. You'll overwork yourself."

Hinata deactivates her Byakugan, lightly rubbing her eyes in an attempt to release strain

"B-But your bugs can't move much during winter, Shino-kun. You need extra chakra to regulate their temperatures." She glances at him, worry apparent on her voice. "You’ve saved me from their attack before. I don’t think you should move much…”

The aforementioned gang was comprised of a compilation of rouge ninja from all sorts of villages. They have a particularly bad reputation within poorer villages but are in esteemed positions in Sunagakure. They’re particularly dangerous for their rejection of manipulation of Suna politics. Not only that, they have weapon masters, innovators, and a single scientist who aid them in their operation.

The whole gang have been on the prowl for a long while, keeping themselves low for the last five years. Three months ago they’ve begun to act more hostile. Starting from a robbery in October to in a mining heist in December. An anonymous tip signaled that the whole gang are on the move, and going on extortion operations as a collective. This information went to the Hokage’s office, who then decided that the elite of the Konoha 9 were to deal with the issue. ‘They’re probably pissed that Gaara’s kazekage now’, Tsunade mentions.

A series of sneezes distracted Shino's thoughts back to Hinata.

Without thinking, Shino had automatically gave Hinata his coat. Winter is harsh towards insect-users, but Shino thinks he can handle this. Of course he can, after everything Hinata has done for the mission.

"Aren't you cold Shino-kun?"

They had a scuffle before, in which one of them surprised them with a Fire-style jutsu, resulting in the loss of 40% of Shino’s kikaichu. Kiba had been fast enough to dodge, but Hinata had to be shielded by Shino. Luckily, both of them were left unscathed. Leaving Hinata to her guilt and her disappointment.

"No, I'm fine. I'll be on guard now, you've done enough, Hinata."

Hinata has always felt lacking. Even if she excelled physically to her teammates, even when she's the de facto taijutsu master in her team. She was always too kind, they'd say. She's too forgiving. From the very beginning, Hinata has left Kiba and Shino to do the dirty work for her. Murdering a team of genins during the Chuunin exams was just the beginning of it.

And Hinata doesn't reject this. She was truly grateful that she didn't play an active part in these deeds.

(And all the while she weeps in regret.

She believed that Shinobi are meant to protect those precious to them.

She never thought that a Shinobi would do such immoral things.

But she never grew out of this mindset, either.)

Years has passed, and they've all grown into more mature, well-adjusted shinobis. She thinks about how to apologize to them. How to reverse the horrible things they've done in her stead. A shinobi is, ultimately, someone who protect those who are important to them. This is what she had trained so hard for. To protect and nurture. The idea of having to harm others in the name of protection—she detests it with her whole being.

Sometimes she thinks,

That if she dies, the souls of those her team has taken would be put at peace.

"It will be fine, Hinata. Don't worry, I can handle this amount of cold." Shino says, as he turned his back on her, facing to step outside the cave.

The Kikaichu were not fully recovered. Should another ambush take place, there was a high chance that Shino would be injured.

(Something in her urges her to rebel against his words. She didn't want it to continue like this—to have Kiba and Shino go out of their way for her.

Especially Shino.)

In a sudden fit, her hands clamped themselves around the boy.

She has always known that Shino was tall, but now that she's close to him did she realize how different their heights are. Hinata notices too that Shino was not as skinny as she thought he was, but she hadn't noticed rhe boy's confusion.

"Hinata what-"

Her ears were red.

"I'm sorry, Shi-Shino-kun, I..I was--"

Panic. She had to find an excuse immediately.

"I-I just think that you're warm Shino," she blushes, looking to the side "You're good at regulating your body temperarure so..."

If she could turn back time Hinata wishes that she could pull herself out of this situation. How silly of her. Hinata makes sure that she was always careful in every action--something she learned from her family the hard way--but she's found herself becoming clumsier than ever.

A trait she inherited from Kiba she supposed,

But this was not time to reminisce.

She has yet to release her hold. She thinks that she shouldn't. Her mouth doesn't form the words that she wants, and she's left speechless with the rush of emotions that gobble her. Her heart tears with a feeling of sorrow. Was she going to be left behind? She despises the way that her sincerity gets in the way of her job.

(Shino Aburame was not someone skittish. Had it been anyone else he'd have felt a bit odd, resistant even, but the fact that it was Hinata eases his mind.)

He doesn't bother her clutching on to him like this. But he doesn't immediately welcome the hug either. The idea of skinship was something he choose not to familiarize with, as people were always quick to avoid his advances, anyways.

(Shino had always been isolating himself against his peers. He strives so hard to be level-headed. He tries his best to do well in class. But none of that made him any more likable--with all the bugs and unfriendly demeanor.)

It started with a slight tap on the back, to one arm wrapped around her, and finally Shino eases himself enough to reciprocate the hug. Their eyes met. Somewhere, somehow, a strong feeling of compassion gripped him. In an instant, he felt an innate understanding rush to his head, as if he was absorbing all of Hinata’s emotions as they hugged.

(Silence fell still on them—the serenity of the scene filling them with an odd elation. Hinata’s mind was previously occupied with dark thoughts, but now she can think of nothing but the winter and Shino’s warmth.)

A lucid, fuzzy feeling overtakes Hinata. Her arms hugged tighter and she smiles into Shino's chest. At first, she was afraid that he'd jump out of her grip. Afraid that, like her family, Shino would have downright rejected any affectionate gesture.

(And the thought terrified her to death. The idea of being separated from her teammates. Separated from her home.)

Shino was pleasantly surprised at himself, too. How simple it was to connect with someone—how easy it had been for Hinata to break his walls. For the first time in a while, Shino feels the joy of having a genuine union with someone, and God did he crave for it so badly.

(Try as he might, but he has always lingered nearby her. Like a moth to a flame.

It felt so natural for Shino, yet his own insecurities had lead him to stubbornly reject all attempts of friendship)

They stayed like that for a minute. And that minute soon grew into half an hour. And just like that, Akamaru comes barking while dragging a group of chuunins tied by rope.

Both of them had known that the gang was strong, feared even. What they didn’t expect was Kiba to be so fast in tracking them down, defeating them single-handedly, and bringing them back to the village. He was always feisty and feral from the beginning, but Kiba really changes when someone hurts his teammates.

"Gee, look who's getting nice and cozy while I do all the work for us. I am so getting a day off after this..." Kiba mused, hauling the unconscious criminals to be taken by Akamaru to Kurenai.

"Kiba-kun! I'm... um... It's not like that..."

"Hinata thinks that I am a heater." Shino says, deadpan. "You can come near if you're cold, too."

Kiba processes Shino's words as his brain buffers. Shino? Allowing physical contact? It must be raining cats and dogs outside. Kiba was in disbelief but there was also a sense of pride in knowing that his teammate's ice cold facade had began to thaw.

Kiba had always been wary of Shino (In a good sense). He made sure not to overstep his boundaries after learning from several prank attempts that you can never escape Shino’s bugs, especially when he decides to use centipedes. Regardless, Kiba acknowledges his existence and understands that some people are a little bit more difficult to get by,

"Hmph. You think I'd need some warming up after all that chasing?" He pouts, looking to the side.

"Because you're fucking right!!" He yells as he tackles both of them to the snow, a cheeky grin lit on his face. Kiba’s brashness made both Hinata and Shino tumble into the snow. Now they’re all tired and not warm. Damn Kiba. His big idiot energy did not register the fact that snow is, indeed, cold.

"Kiba you stupid--now you've got us all cold!" Shino's remark gained light laughter from his teammates.

"That's right,” Kiba replies with a hearty laughter. Because we're going to the hot springs after this mission."

"Hot springs?" Hinata asked, turning to face Kiba "Where do we get the money for that? All the hot springs in the area are luxurious ones..."

Konoha’s northern side was known for it’s winter hot springs. A luxurious view of the mountains as you aid your body in the springs. The nearest one was renowned and popular among ninjas, claiming that the water had rejuvenating properties and could make one younger.

"That. Is something I can deal with." Kiba replies, in his leader-esque voice.

"And how would that be?" Shino is suspicious, but he seems to already know what Kiba is up to.

"You see...These criminals we're after are pretty bad, yeah? Extortion and all that. So when I wrang them up, I happen to find pouches of coins nearby."

There is a lot to be questioned from the word “happen to find”.

"Their pouches are awfully thick, stealing more profit than the ones they took from this village from God knows where. This is clearly our jackpot."

"Kiba-kun... I don't think that's allowed..."

"It is," He replies, sitting up, "We can return most of the money back, take a small fraction of it as added bonus. Don’t underestimate the Inuzuka’s Puppy Eyes Jutsu! Now, if we leave before they wake up, it’ll be in the bag!"

The three of them looked at each other. Nodded. And off they went, finishing affairs with the village chief and storming out of the village. This wasn't the first time Team 8 commited petty crimes, but getting away with it is part of a shinobi's skillset. Or so Kiba thinks.

Shino never thought winter could make him feel so giddy. He should have been freezing to death, especially when Hinata was borrowing his longcoat. But the andrenaline from Kiba's mischief was infectious, and he was unexpectedly more riled up than usual. Hinata too, was under the adrenaline rush.

If the old Shino saw him now, he’d berate him for being so loose. For willingly participate in childish mischief, during a mission, nonetheless. Oh, but Shino couldn’t care less for formalities that day! He’d brush the conduct as “misdemeanor due to injury” and sleep it off.

Shino finds that the winter months are more comfortable than they seem. Warm food, hot springs, and a good night's rest with your comrades. He wishes to meet many more winter months with his precious friends, together.

#shinoweek2021 #shino aburame #hinata hyuuga #kiba inuzuka #shinohina #team 8 share one braincell and it is for crime >:)#we love to see shino bonding <3 #kiba being big dumb always feels so right to me #i love how kiba is that one dude thats just vibing 24/7 #i cant relate to naruto at all i just want to be kiba tbbh #vibe and if someone pissed you off you mark them dynamically

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yourlocalauthor · 4 years ago

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Adore You PT.2

Pairing: Topper x Reader

Summary: Reader moved to the OBX two years ago. One year in she started dating Topper Thornton. Our once feisty reader, is now struggling with an identity crisis (this is shit but its 230 where i am)

Word Count: 2.4k+

Warnings: Drugs and Alcohol, and some cursing. That should be all.

Additional: This part two go read part one . tagging @goddsquad again because one of her posts inspired me to do this

Part 1

Things were finally good. For the first time in two years you weren’t desperate to get off the island. Things were very different for you, and you didn’t mind it. Last year after that night, you and Topper hung out. Matter of fact you had begun hanging out with your brother’s friend group. He wasn’t happy, but you were able to black mail him over your knowledge of him and his new found love for cocaine. Although he swears it was just the one time. So life began to change a little bit for you. That summer was magical, and you owed it all to your drunk self walking in on your brother doing a line of coke. You had begun dating Topper in late July. Since then things had only gone up hill for you, at school people were actually talking to you. You had actual kook girls talking to you, and deep down you knew they were doing it because of your boyfriend, and/or brother. The brother part wasn’t new to you though. But being Topper’s girlfriend wasn’t easy; you had a new reputation to uphold, his family’s. You didn’t think much of it, until his mother pulled you aside one day. Topper’s mother scared the shit of you. She always gave you this glare, even before you even knew Topper. You were fairly sure she was a part of the neighborhood women who enjoyed talking about you. Your suspicions were only confirmed when she talked to you. She told you to put away the whole charade, act like a real lady, and to stop dressing like a whore. When you got home you cried for hours, but you loved Topper. You loved him so much that you would put up with it. So you changed yourself, your bright eyeshadows were saved for going out and partying, the little gemstones you’d stick to your face were in a drawer collecting dust, no more low cut shirts, or low coverage bottoms. There were days where you’d look in the mirror, and a stranger would be staring back at you. And it was foolish, how less then a year ago you didn’t care what anyone on this stupid island thought of you, but ever since people started to acknowledge your existence in a somewhat positive way you missed having that attention. You didn’t want it to go away, so you did what you needed to. You didn’t expect him too, but Topper started to notice. He’d ask about it here and there and you’d tell him you just didn’t feel like going through the whole process of getting ready. He believed you and then you’d get back to whatever the two of you were doing. And it worked for the two of you, and you weren’t exactly sure what love felt like but this felt like it. So you were willing to do whatever you needed to, to stay with him.

Dinner parties you hated them. Always had, and probably always will. But the thing with suddenly becoming a part of the elite of the elite Kooks, was they threw a lot of them. Coincidentally the Thorntons had this huge party, every year where practically everyone on the figure eight was invited. You remembered the one last year, you were in New York much to your mother's dismay but it was your best friend’s birthday and you wouldn’t miss it for the world. But of course you couldn’t skip it this year. You dreaded Friday evening, looking for an excuse to get away but of course the time came and you had to start getting ready.

You needed to be simple. You never thought you’d think like that, but here you were. You had gone out towards the mainland, last weekend with a bunch of your ‘girlfriends’. The only reason you were all friends was because your boyfriends were all friends, and it worked ever so slightly. You all were able to benefit each out, in your case they were able to help you dress for the occasion. They helped you pick out this flowery flowy white dress, it ended just about your knees, it had a scooped neckline that didn’t show off too much, and it had little sleeves. Deep down you hated how boring it was, but the only thing running through your mind was ‘Mrs. Thornton would love this.’ You hated to admit it but you’d do anything to impress her. Your friends helped you buy some Anastasia Beverly Hills palette, they said the neutrals would be really useful and would make you achieve that natural no makeup makeup look. You always thought no makeup makeup looks were silly but to each their own. What your friends didn't know was you bought another pair of lashes on the way out of Ulta. No matter how toned down you made yourself look, you always had lashes. They were your one few sources of freedom. You pulled out the dress, staring at it. White went well with your tan, maybe that's why you always managed to slip the color into your outfits. You pulled out the dress, sliding it on. You stared into your mirror, but you weren’t staring back. It was another girl, a girl who looked like she was born and raised a kook. Someone who hadn’t seen much in life, and was going to live a boring uneventful life. And you couldn’t believe it was you, but maybe this was who you were turning into… a trophy wife. You ignored that thought, walking over to your vanity to do your makeup. And once you were done, you looked back at the mirror. The only thing that said you was your lashes, and you were content with that for now. You grabbed your phone, and the little bag from the first time you really met Topper. It was your go to party bag, it had enough room for everything, and black went with everything.

Arriving at your boyfriend’s house was no different than the hundreds of times you’ve done it before. You guys were early, of course you had to be. It was so weird how dating in the Outer Banks, no matter how old you were your families became a family together. So your mother went off with Topper’s mother, your little brother trailing behind. Your father and older brother went off with Topper’s dad already talking about golf, and boats and whatever men liked to talk about. Which left you to find Topper. You went up the stairs taking the familiar route to his room, and of course he was there working on something at his desk. You knew a lot of people thought he was just another rich egotistical asshole. But deep down, he wasn’t, he worked his ass off in school always trying his best to impress his dad, and he cared about you so much. You two weren’t big on PDA, it was mainly you but he respected you enough. You just didn’t want to hear shit about you kissing your boyfriend so you just didn’t do it in public. But in private he was the most caring, gentle, sweetest human being to you. Sometimes you felt like you weren’t good enough, there were so many girls on the island he could’ve chosen. Girls who were more put together, able to be presentable at all times. Ones who fit in with the dinner party crowds, were able to have proper conversations with adults, and were able to be the center of attention but in a good way. You tried to put your negative thoughts behind, wanting to leave them at the door. You gently knocked on the door frame, a smile on your face.

“Hey”

You watched him turn around, a large smile spread across his face as he stood up from his chair. He casually walked over to you, and brought his hands to your cheeks. He leaned down, as you leaned forward practically melting into the kiss, Of course he pulled away first, looking you up and down once again.

“You look...different.”

“Different?”

“It’s just so… toned down.”

“Well I mean it’s a dinner party so I didn’t want too you know, do the whole thing.”

You could see him pondering, and then choosing to ignore it becoming distracted by whatever had popped up next in his mind.

“I just remembered I got you something. And before you say anything, consider it an early anniversary gift, even though you said you didn’t want to do anything for it. I just saw this, the last time I was on the mainland and had to get them for you.”

Gifts, that was one of Topper’s specialties. It was a little more excessive when you first began dating, until you told him how you felt. But every now and then for some holiday or something he’d get you something extravagant. It sucked because you weren’t good at giving gifts, you liked making memories instead of giving gifts.

“Top…”

“Just close your eyes okay?”

You obliged as you felt him move closer to you, his hot breath practically on your neck. You waited patiently, until you felt the cool familiar feeling of a chain wrapping around your neck. You could feel his thumbs graze across your neck, as you assumed he was fumbling with the clasp.

“Open”

You slowly opened your eyes, looking across at the mirror. It was a small silver necklace, with a little blueish gem at the center of the chain. And it felt like too much.

“Topper, I don’t deserve this.”

“Yes you do, it’s a gift for me too. It’ll remind me of how we’ve been together for a year everytime you wear it.

“I didn’t even get you anything. We promised each other no gifts.”

“It doesn’t matter Y/N you’re all I need really.”

You stared at the mirror, at the two of you standing in it. You weren’t exactly sure how to react to this whole situation, it just made you feel like a worse girlfriend.

“Thank you… I’m going to go see if I can help downstairs.”

You gave him a small peck, before turning back out the door and down the stairs.

A special note about Kooks, they don’t care about drinking laws. So basically anyone over the age of sixteen was drinking. You didn’t really realize you were drinking a lot. You had built up such a tolerance, that you didn’t realize you were drunk. You kept filling up your glass with wine, not that the adults were even bothered at paying attention. In fact you were fairly certain no one's eyes were on you, for the first time since you could remember. No one was paying attention to you, or so you thought. From across your seat Topper, was watching you slyly he could see you taking drink after drink, mentally counting them.

After dinner everyone was socializing, but you were very drunk. You tried your best at hiding it, sitting down, distancing yourself from those around. It was a good thing that most of the adults were too distracted or drunk to notice you. God you were such a shitty girlfriend. You were definitely an embarrassment. You stood up from your spot, trying to find a room that was empty. You stumbled here and there but you made it to the living room, although it wasn’t really a living room. Point was you just needed to get past everyone and you were good. You were just about to get through the whole crow when a certain blonde caught your eye. Topper was talking to some girl, you believed her name was Chelsea but you didn’t really care. What you cared up was the way she’d occasionally touch his arm, and look at him. And honestly it just made everything you were feeling worse. You could see he wasn’t exactly comfortable, but your drunken state wasn’t paying attention to that factor. You cared about how that was supposed to be you, instead of being drunk, and you couldn’t help the thought of you being a shitty girlfriend running through your mind again. It was only until Topper saw you did you move, you moved past the crowd, heading up the stairs into one of the empty guest rooms despite the calls of your name. You really shouldn’t of been surprised when he came in not even moments later shutting the door behind him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah just peachy, why do you ask?”

“Look Y/N you freaked out about the necklace but is that really all that’s going on? You’ve been so different these past couple of months.”

He stepped closer to you, gently taking your hands into yours. And that’s when the tears began to flow.

“I’m a shitty girlfriend.”

“No you’re not”

“Yes I am.”

“Y/N I don’t care about some stupid anniversary gift.”

“No it’s not that, I’m not a perfect Kook. I’m not even a good one.”

“Y/N I don’t car-”

“We should break up.”

“Y/N/“

“I’m serious, your mom would be so happy. She hates me.”

“I don’t care about what she thinks.”

“Well I do, and I can’t stand here knowing you deserve better. You deserve someone, who’ll accept all your gifts no questions asked, someone who doesn’t get drunk at dinner parties, someone who doesn’t dress like I do, someone who knows how to do natural makeup, and talk like a proper lady-”

“Y/N”

“You just deserve better Top, I don’t deserve you. I’m a mess compared to you and your family.”

“Y/N I don’t care.”

“Well maybe you should. Maybe you should care how clueless I am when it comes to stuff like this. You deserve some prissy, perfect girl not me, I’m just a fucking mes-”

You were shut up by a kiss. Topper pulled back, looking at you while wiping your tears with his thumb.

“Y/N. I don’t want some prissy princess. I want you. You’re absolutely gorgeous inside and out. I don’t want you to be like the other girls on the island. I want you to be you, that’s why I fell in love with you. And that’s why I still love you, so can you please just be quiet and let me adore you?”

You gave him a small nod, and it was once again sweet and gentle. And for the first time you felt like a weight had been lifted. You didn’t care what anyone thought anymore because Topper loved you, he loved you for you and quite frankly that’s all that mattered.

#topper thornton #topper outer banks #topper #topper obx #OBX #obx x reader #obx fanfiction #outer banks #outerbanks #jj maybank #obx #jj outer banks #obx jj #jj angst #jj fluff

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jungnoir · 7 years ago

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NCT Lucas bullet point headcannon as a bad boy or bodyguard you can pick

a/n: alright here we go with this loser

bad boy!yukhei,,, thinks he’s hot shit

he is Not

definitely can walk the walk of a bad boy being what,,, six foot,,, a Beanpole,,, also those strong ass eyebrows are kinda intimidating all on their own

and while yeah, he totally pulls off the all black look and has probably mentioned his pocket knife like five times in conversation with another guy who also thinks he’s hot shit, yukhei has never been one to really do anything serious

he has a loud and authoritative voice that, when paired with his towering height and death glare, makes any fool run for the hills

but it’s like,, it’s always the people who he doesn’t know that think he’s some ruffian

meanwhile, his closest friends could flick him in the forehead and yukehi would probably crumble into a heap on the floor

jungwoo is his best friend, and when ppl see the two of them hanging out, they’re always super confused bc??? sweet and soft-tempered jungwoo?? whose laugh is equivalent to a thousand fairies singing lullabies and who is head of his school’s gardening club?? friends with big bad boy wong yukhei? it’s more likely than you think

whenever ppl ask jungwoo what yukhei is really like yukhei is always like “hey,,, dude,,, pls tell them i can bench press 350,,,” and jungwoo is like “man i saw you almost collapse under the weight of my fat cat the other day, be realistic”

so instead of lying to save yukhei’s pride, jungwoo just tells them that they should get to know yukhei for themselves and find out on their own

and, well, that’s all fine and dandy but getting to know yukhei is harder than just saying hello and starting a conversation like you would other ppl

after all, he has a reputation to uphold

and that sometimes means that he keeps the cold, indifferent attitude turned up all the way at all times

but this isn’t helpful when you’re tasked with inviting people to join your friend jisung’s new gaming club because the only people that had joined so far were you, chenle, jeno, and mark out of pity

so jisung is like hey!!! can you look around for some people to invite to my club? and you end up coming across jungwoo because you know he’s relatively friendly and who knows, maybe he likes games too

but when you ask him he’s like oh! i know someone who likes games

and you get really excited bc a lot of the ppl you’ve asked so far don’t really care about gaming, so if you could find at least one person who was willing to check out the club, jisung wouldn’t totally roast you for your recruiting skills

but then jungwoo is like “yukehi is a big fan of video games, you should ask him” and your mood just drops

but jungwoo, used to the reactions people get when he talks about yukhei, is already prepared for the look on your face and quickly begins to reassure you

“i know he looks like this big scary dude, but i swear he’s just fronting. the dude wouldn’t hurt a fly, and definitely not you. just ask and if he says no, you can at least say you had the guts to go near him, alright?”

you tell him you will, if only to not diminish the hope in his eyes, and then slink off, totally set on just going back to jisung empty-handed rather than facing the possibility of yukehi biting your head off for bothering him

only,, to bump into yukhei,, on your way back to the classroom

yukhei was staring at his phone when he turned the corner and bumped you, making the item fly out of his hand and onto the floor between the both of you

immediately, you apologize and proceed to drop down to grab his phone but he does too

and your heads unceremoniously knock into the other’s with such force that you fall out on the floor due to the momentum of the hit

you immediately cry out in pain and then you suddenly feel arms curling underneath you…. hoisting you into a lap

there’s a soft voice in your ear and you raise a hand to your forehead to stop the sudden swimming feeling you feel, your vision a little blurry as you try to blink away the pain. you can’t discern what’s being said, just that someone sounds very panicked and worried

finally, you feel a little more together and your vision focuses

and there is yukhei, arms under you and tucking you into his chest as he looks over you in worry, his words a little clearer as he says “please tell me i didn’t kill you”

you hum and frown, squinting at him as the fluorescent lights above the both of you sting your eyes

“i’m not…… dead…. u just hit me really hard… your skull is extremely tough…..” you grumble, and you really must not be in your right mind if you’re talking to wong yukhei like this, someone you would avoid eye contact with if you ever passed him in the halls

despite your preconceived notions about him however, he just breaks into a really boisterous laugh that catches you off guard

he laughs so hard that he has to cover his mouth to muffle the sound, removing one of the arms he has holding you to him from underneath you to do so

“you sound an awful lot like my best friend” he says, still snickering

when you feel like you’ve regained yourself once more, you suddenly feel embarrassed for laying in his lap, staring up at him as he checks you over and makes sure you won’t suddenly pass out on him “you really are good, right? you won’t faint on your way home and then sue me later, will you?”

you furrow your brows, ��n-no, I really am okay… actually, I was meaning to talk to you”

he blinks at you, tilting his head to the side, “what about?”

patting around your pocket on your pants, you reach a hand down into your pocket and pull out the small flyer that jisung had created for his club, holding it out to him

yukhei takes it and looks it over before his eyes widen, “you’re in a gaming club??”

and you just nod slowly, waiting in worry for what he might say next

“i didn’t know the school had one! i have to join, i’m so sick of playing against jungwoo. he really sucks at multiplayer games ya know…… hey are you headed there?” he’s spouting off his words in excitement, and while you have a little trouble keeping up with him, you definitely catch the last part

you affirm that you’ll show him where it is and begin to slide out of his lap, ready to get up and lead him to the room when yukhei suddenly moves in front of you and crouches

you stare at his leather jacket clad back and lose a little of your breath when he cranes his neck over his shoulder and beams at you with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, something you never would have thought wong yukhei of all ppl would ever be capable of showing, “aren’t you gonna climb on? you’re in no condition to walk like that”

and you’re just like,,, i didn’t break my legs yukhei i can walk

but also,,, how many ppl can say they got a piggy back ride from the wong yukhei in their lifetime

plus the fool won’t get tf up off the floor

so you relent and climb on, all the while v much flustered

he takes a hold of your thighs with an iron grip and honestly, you might’ve believed jungwoo if he told you yukhei could bench press 350

and so you end up walking into jisung’s club with yukhei piggy-backing you, eyes all wide and excited as he walks up to the much younger boy and is like “hey!! i ran - literally - into your friend here and they told me about this club, can i join???”

jisung doesn’t quite know what to process first: yukhei wanting to join his gaming club, the big bad boy at school who looked like he stole children’s candy for fun, or the fact that you were riding on his back like it was another day in the life for you

you just make an “i don’t know either” face over yukhei’s shoulder at jisung and the younger boy gets up and starts to smile nervously, welcoming yukhei to the club

and so, weirdly, from that day on, yukhei is just part of jisung’s gaming club

it becomes part of your daily routine to see him hanging around jisung, discussing some game from the 90′s and bantering like “it’s a classic!” “you weren’t even born when that game came out, jisung” “neither were you!” or seeing yukhei with his legs kicked up on a chair in the club meeting room as he tries to throw popcorn into his own mouth (because once donghyuck joined the club, they were constantly trying to one up the other in everything)

and ppl really start to notice

suddenly you start seeing people talk to yukhei more and vice versa

slowly, yukhei begins to let down that weird bad boy aura and just starts being friendly

starting with you

at first, the tall boy teasing you and running up to you in the hallways would always shock you, but after you had gotten used to his presence, it was like he was just another one of the boys

and yukhei would always make fun of you and the day you first officially met, always saying that you’d really “fallen” for him

followed by a chorus of disbelieving and disgusted groans amongst the group of all your friends

even some of your friends who had no want to join jisung’s club would sometimes just come by to hang out with yukhei

it peeved jisung at first, but even he found that he enjoyed talking to yukhei and the rest of you more than sitting around trying to defeat chenle in mortal kombat

you guys had gotten so close that you all had even welcomed yukhei into your group chat

you would often wake in the day to yukhei flooding the gc with memes and other silly musings throughout the day that had all of you always somewhere between blocking him and physically fighting him next time you saw him

you had never known yukhei would be so open and lively, and now that you did it was like you couldn’t see him any other way

jungwoo really wasn’t kidding!!

and it’s one night that you all stayed a little longer than you usually did after classes, and you know you’ve got to walk yourself home in the dark and you’re really not looking forward to it

usually, you’d ask one of the boys to take you home but they’re all busy and have to bail but they tell you to text the group chat when you’ve made it home safely

but that,,, that really doesn’t sit right with yukhei

and since he has nowhere to be, he just grabs your backpack for you and slings it over his shoulder and says that you guys should walk home together

at first, you’re really surprised and kind of don’t know what to say but he just quickly assures you that it’s no biggie and that he’d been meaning to get a little more fresh air in lately. an extra long walk home would be fine for him

so you let him walk you

it’s kind of chilly out so you naturally gravitate closer to yukhei, hoping he wouldn’t think it was too weird

and about five minutes into your walk home yukhei just laughs and wraps an arm around you, tucking you into the warmth of the fur lining inside his leather jacket

you’re surprised by the sudden touch but he doesn’t seem nearly as blushy as you

“you were practically curling into my side. i thought i’d save you the effort” he says

you don’t notice because you’re still so surprised, but even yukhei has turned a pretty shade of pink while you fumbled over your feet as you tried to walk in the new position

the walk home is relatively silent, him not saying much despite your expectation he would

after all, he was always a chatterbox around the boys

but it’s not like you’re uncomfortable with the silence and it’s not like you don’t enjoy it

and so you embrace the silence and let him hold you close while he lets you lead him toward your place

by the time you arrive, your mother is waiting for you and is surprised at your strange partner walking you so you quickly begin to introduce yukhei but he beats you right to it, dropping his arm from your shoulders as he does so

“hello mrs. (l/n), i’m wong yukhei. i go to (y/n)’s school and i’m a friend of theirs. we and a few of our other friends stayed at school a little later than usual so i thought i should walk them home. it’s nice to meet you” yukhei steps up and holds out his hand for a handshake, that of which she takes with a small smile forming on her mouth as she greets him back

“thank you, yukhei. i would have been upset if i found them coming home all alone. in fact, i was just about to come pick them up myself”

yukhei grins, “you won’t have to worry. i’ll be happy to walk them home whenever… that’s… if they allow me…?” yukhei suddenly turns to you, and he’s such an unbelievable sight compared to the yukhei you usually saw

i mean, how many layers did this guy have??

he stands tall and straight, hands folded in front of him and smiling politely at you under his ash blond fringe, batting his eyelashes at you as he awaits your response

unable to think of anything else to say, you just quietly nod at him

he grins wider and then looks back at your mother, “and is it okay with you, ma’am?”

and OFC your mom is like yes!! please handsome young man!!! go right ahead!!!!

“great! i should be heading home now, but it was nice meeting you,” yukhei bows his head at her and then walks back up to you, grinning wickedly as he stands so that your mother can’t see you or his face, “same time and place tomorrow night, then?”

“w-what?” you splutter, not at all affected by his proximity

that was sarcasm

you were definitely malfunctioning with how close he was to you lol

he tilts his head and nudges your shoulder, “when i walk you home tomorrow! it can be our thing”

you blink up at him “but.. isn’t that usually a couple thing?”

he leans imperceptibly close, so much so that while your mother probably can’t sense it, you absolutely can, “it can be if you want it to be… but i’ll let you sleep on it. night, (y/n)”

and then he walks off, inhaling your exhale and your peace of mind in the palm of his hands

and starting that night, the “bad boy” who you’d grown to see change over time had pulled another surprise out of the hat for you

your mother laughs as you rush upstairs and gather your bearings with a quick scream into your pillow and a stupid grin plastered on your face, right before sending a quick message to yukhei and tossing your phone across the room in case you tried to take what you said back in nervousness

yukhei feels a vibration in his pocket as he begins his trek home, ears red as he attempts to catch his own breath because where did he even get the balls to do something like that? was he out of his mind???

he pulls his phone out of his pocket, hands shaking slightly as he fumbles to read the notification on his screen

💕(y/n) 💕: i think i’d like it to be a couple thing

if you thought he had stolen your breath, you should’ve seen him

#lucas scenarios #lucas imagines #lucas au #bad boy!lucas #yukhei scenarios #yukhei imagines #yukhei au #bad boy!yukhei #lucas #wong yukhei #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #bad boy!nct #nct #majwrites #sbmusings

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Draco Malfoy and the Weasley Conundrum

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Language, magic

Part 1

A/N: So what are your thoughts on Draco? If you want to be tagged in anything HP related, let me know.

Draco sits silently, brooding to himself in the courtyard. Crabbe and Goyle are off goofing around with each other, and for once he's glad to be free of the morons. They might be pure bloods, but that's all they have going for them.

The Yule Ball was one of the worst nights of Draco's life.

It's been three weeks, and you've done everything possible to get away from him. Somehow you manage to disappear during dinners, he never sees you pass through the commons room --- the only place you two share is charms class, and even then you manage to make him feel invisible.

It's depressing.

Worst part is even he's heard the rumors.

He's embarrassed.

It might not be a secret that he's been chasing after you for a good bit, Draco has never known how to be subtle. The fact you publicly snubbed him to dance with Harry Potter isn't helping his ego, and now this ---- a Weasley!?

Draco is humiliated.

A damned Weasley, hanging all over his girl, parading around the castle with her on his arm when it should be Draco's! How infuriating!

To be reasonable, Draco doesn't know if you're actually dating one of the red haired twins, or if that's just the rumor because you've been seen together. Not that it makes a difference, they would just be a rebound, considering the situation. There's no way you would actually lower your status to become involved with some wizard who's lowly father worked at the Ministry, anyhow! You're just doing it to be cruel to him!

Draco still isn't going to apologize, he did nothing wrong.

You, on the other hand, with your ridiculous actions and flippant attitude towards him, do. That's what he has decided, and that's how it's going to be. Until you apologize, he's not going to view you as any better then the mudblood-loving twins you're associating yourself with.

There.

That's final.

That's how Draco feels about the whole Weasley Conundrum, as he's decided to call it.

~~~~~~~~

You giggle as you sit beside Fred and George in the courtyard, listening to them banter back and forth, finishing each others sentences and teasing. You like them because they make your laugh, and for a few moments you can forget the ridiculousness of your situation.

Fred had found you crying in a hallway after the Yule Ball disaster, and had been kind enough to stop and see if you were alright. You doubt he would have done so if you had no been seen with Harry, as most times Slytherins are ignored by others Houses. He'd said something funny, made you laugh despite your misery, and had been checking on you the past few weeks since.

He's nice, and you appreciate that.

Really, though, you should be studying, you're falling a little behind in charms. Draco is there, and he distracts you, despite how hard you attempt to ignore his very existence. You can feel those gray eyes on the back of your head as Flitwick teaches class, and he hovers every day at the door, as if waiting for you to approach him.

You'll never. After his behavior at the ball, you're not sure you ever want to speak to him again. Truly, he was unfairly rude towards you, but you'd known being seen with Potter would upset him. You're not normally one of those girls who likes to make boys jealous, but that had just happened to be the situation.

Draco confounds you.

You're honestly not sure what he wants from you.

He doesn't want to be just friends, which is what you would prefer. You don't really know Draco Malfoy, really know him, as in what his likes and interests are, what foods he likes and doesn't, if he likes sleeping on Saturdays or getting up early. He doesn't know you either, and that's the problem; he doesn't even try! Other then your name, you don't know what interest he even has in you.

It's discouraging, and your heart sinks just thinking about it. He only likes your last name, not you as a person, and he'll never try too. He doesn't know your favorite color, your favorite books, that you're allergic to cats but you love them anyway. You're not surprised in the least he knows charms is your favorite class, but that's obvious to anyone.

Even the Weasley's know that!

"Bless it, what's the matter?" Fred asks you, glancing over when you grow quiet. "Why the long face?"

"Nothing," you say hastily, straightening a little and forcing a strained smile. "Just thinking about homework."

"Ah, don't worry your pretty head about it," George says, leaning around Fred to peer at you. "We never do our homework."

"And look at how well we're doing," Fred adds, causing you to snort.

"Yes, I can see that."

The twins grin at each other; they like you, even if you are a Slytherin. You're not like the rest of them, all cold and snobbish, acting like their family names and money are the reasons the wizarding world keeps going. You're more down to earth then most of the other students, and you laugh at their corny jokes.

Fred likes that.

"So what's your plans tonight?" Fred asks.

"Heard there's a big to do in the room of requirement," adds George.

"Oh, I don't --- I don't know. I'm ---."

"Oh, come on! What's it gonna hurt?" Fred asks, nudging you with his shoulder. "Don't be a Granger!"

"And what, pray tell, does that mean?"

The three of you look over, spying Hermione Granger herself standing there, one hand on her hip while the other holds her books to her. She doesn't look impressed by the sentiment, her eyes narrowed at them while her frizzy hair frames her face.

"Not a bit," George tells her.

"Just a bit of fun." Fred shrugs, but he winks at you before both twins stand.

"Don't study too hard!" George tells you as they both back away, apparently knowing when to make their escape. You just look at them, watching as they bow dramatically to Hermione before flouncing off, laughing and shoving at each other in their typical manner. You frown, wondering how two people can always be so happy when the world around them is so disastrous.

Hermione glances at you, gives you one of her kind smiles, but continues walking. You're sure she has some studying to do, considering she's the brightest of your class. You know you should take her example, and you look down at your bag with a deepening frown.

Bother.

You gather your books, opening your charms notebook and gazing down at it for several seconds. Unfortunately, you can't seem to focus on any of your notes, not when this is the same notebook Malfoy happened to give to you when you had forgotten it. He'd been kind enough to bring it straight to you, and nothing had been wrong with it in the least; no wrinkled pages, no scuff marks, he hadn't even made a sarcastic remark, though you're sure he read through it.

You sigh, lowering the notebook to your lap.

Draco Malfoy confounds you.

~~~~~~~

"Did you hear?" Pansy Parkinson is gossiping again. She's sitting on one of the low-backed sofa's in the Slytherin commons room, several of her friends gathered around her. She's the head of the group, her dark hair loose around her shoulders, looking haughty and proud as all Slytherins do. "About (Y/N)?"

"No, what about her?" Tabitha Bainbridge asks, the book she was reading forgotten in her lap. All eyes are on Pansy, ready for the next words to leave her lips.

Draco pretends he hears nothing. He sits in one of the chairs by the fire, one ankle propped on his knee and he looks over his books. He prides himself on academic excellence, he has a reputation to uphold; also, looking like he is immersed in literature gives him a very intelligent aura, he thinks, so he tries it often in front of all the Slytherins. Looking imposing and unapproachable is an air he is trying to perfect, just like his father.

You might not like his father, and think the comparison an insult, but Draco feels otherwise. You're a pure blood, you should act better yourself.

Not that Draco cares in the least, he's currently snubbing you. If he shows absolute no interest in you, that you're beneath him, perhaps the rest will as well. Maybe a public exile will make you change your mind on being involved with lowly wizards.

"I hear she's gotten herself involved with a Gryffindor," Pansy giggles, her friends listening avidly. "One of those red haired Weasley twins!"

"What?" Tabitha looks aghast, her eyes flicking to Draco at just the mention of it. "Truly? How embarrassing for her family!"

"How do you know she's involved?" One of the other girls asks, one Draco has seen around but never bothered to learn her name; she's a half-blood anyhow, of no importance to him.

"They've been seen together in the courtyards, silly! If she's going to hang around with that sorts, I hope her family knows what damage she's doing to their name," Pansy preens, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a superior smirk; she has no issue with tarnishing your reputation, she doesn't like you in the least. You've always your nose trapped in a book, and you're always getting the attention of those you don't deserve! In Pansy's mind, you're ungrateful, and you shouldn't be held on a pedestal.

She'll make sure you're not.

The girls giggle around her, and Draco sighs.

His looks up from his book, letting his eyes drift to the fire crackling in the hearth, eating away at the slabs of wood. He has no issue with gossip, but it irks him when it has to do with you. He doesn't think its anyone's business who you chose to associate yourself with, although he finds the thought quite contradictory.

What's he going to do with you?

You seem to strive to get yourself into unfortunate situations, and Draco suddenly finds the need to repair them for you. The Weasley Conundrum is just a phase for you, everyone goes through it. You'll soon find that mingling with the lower class will get you nowhere, and you'll return to where you belong before it's over and done with. Besides, what can one of those irritating twins offer you anyhow?

No money, they live in a shack with their horde of siblings, and their father works for goodness sake, at the Ministry. How impossibly discouraging. Of course you'll vie away from them in due time, you just have to get it out of your system.

Perhaps you're just doing this to make him jealous.

That is a reasonable explanation in Draco's mind. You're angry at him for the words he spoke at the Yule Ball, and therefore are doing all within your power to show him up. Of course, you're only hurting yourself, Draco has no intentions of speaking to you any time soon, despite how his charms grade might be suffering.

He won't speak to you until you come to your senses. Making him jealous and hanging around Weasley's isn't going to make him break his word. Until you apologize for your despicable behavior, he's going to give you the silent treatment.

Still, even though he might be upset with you, he doesn't want your reputation tarnished. You're going to still want to be respected when you come back to your senses.

He glances at the gaggle of girls, irritated. They're making it hard for him to concentrate on his studies with all their loud gossips, and he finds it irksome. No, he cannot let this continue, he must put an end to it in some way.

"You can't really believe she'd waste her time on a Weasley," he scoffs after a moment, interrupting the girls noisy chatter. "If anything, she's merely toying with him. Do none of you enjoy flirting with the lower class and watching them flounder about?"

He looks at Pansy pointedly, her pale face flushing beneath his piercing gray gaze. "I've seen the lot of you tossing yourselves at the contestants for the cup, no matter the House or breeding. I don't really see where any of you have room to talk."

"Of course you would say that," Tabitha points out haughtily, not about to be quieted; she finds Draco tiresome, and she's past the point of hearing about his father. "You've been chasing her for months. How does it feel to be looked over for one of the lower class?"

"Feels like nothing," Draco snorts, closing with book abruptly. He doesn't have the patience to argue with someone as dimwitted and frivolous as Tabitha Bainbridge, and he's not going to lower himself to it now. "She didn't look over me, Tabitha, no one does."

With that, he rises gracefully to his feet, giving them all an indifferent look before leaving the commons room behind. He'll find somewhere else to read and relax, where he's not bothered by the twittering of small-minded women. Draco doesn't care much for any of his classmates, not even Crabbe and Goyle. He found it hard to have an intelligent conversation with anyone, other then you, of course; you're the only one he... well, he supposes it doesn't matter anymore.

Draco withholds his next sigh as he leaves the Hogwarts dungeons behind, ignoring the Bloody Baron as he argues with the paintings on the walls. The dungeons are cold this time of year, so Draco doesn't linger longer then necessary before he's heading for one of the courtyards, where it should be mostly abandoned.

He's pleased to find himself correct, and walks out into the grass; the sky is cloudy, there's no bouts of sunshine or even a hint of blue above him as he settles himself against the large, proud tree growing there. He sprawls his long legs out in front him, crossing them at the ankle as he rests his book in his lap, his wand tucked in the pocket of his robes.

Peace at last.

Then, "Chase the bloody thing! Don't let it get away!"

"Got it! Got it --- whoops!"

"George!"

"I can't help it, Fred, blimey!"

No.

Not today, not right now!

Draco raises his head sourly as he sees the Weasley twins dash out into the courtyard, their second hand robes flashing behind them as they attempt to catch the ball of sparkling light, probably another one of their crazy inventions. They're hoping and thrashing about, much to the amusement of the students passing by to their classes.

How infuriating.

Draco glances around, seeing the Weasley's are drawing a crowd, students gathering along the edges of the stone walkway, giggling and laughing at the twins as they fumble about. Those two are always doing something to garner attention, but must they do it where Draco is? He rolls his eyes, knowing he's never going to be able to get any studying done so long as the two of them are near.

He spies you the instant you step out of the crowd, looking down at the book open in your arms. You glance up at the spectacle happening before you, but you don't seem the least bit interested. You seem to sigh instead, taking a few steps back and leaning against the courtyard wall; the Weasley's are between you and where you want to be.

Draco hesitates, his eyes flicking to the zipping light and back to you before he gets to his feet, brushing off his robes; it's like he can see exactly what's going to happen.

You grimace, and start making your way around them by the wall, looking back down at the book in your arms; not looking where you're going has always been one of your downfalls, Draco thinks, as he approaches you as quickly as possible. He sends a nervous glance at the zipping light again, seeing the Weasley's still lunging and thrashing for it, their fingers attempting to catch some kind of hold to no avail.

It happens, just as Draco knew it would.

The light gets away from the twins, and though they shout words of alarm, it's too late. You look up just as the light goes right for you, and you merely have time to widen your eyes before it's knocking into you, sending your book flying through the air as you start to fall, feeling as if you've been hit by a Bludger. You gasp, but you never hit the ground.

You blink a few times as you feel someone's arms close around you strongly, keeping you from greeting the grass in a most embarrassing manner. You look up, tilting your head back, your eyes meeting a serious pair of icy grays.

Oh.

Draco.

"Are you alright?" Draco asks softly, keeping his arms around your waist as he helps you regain your balance. He keeps his hand on your lower back, and you find he's standing a little closer then necessary, but he did just save you from being mortified. You blink at him again, almost stupidly; why did he catch you after the argument the two of you had last? Isn't he angry at you too?

"I'm, I'm fine," you say after a moment, brushing at your school robes, clearing your throat in embarrassment. You look over at the twins just as they manage to grab the light, George's fingers clamping around it and wrestling it to the ground, giving Fred the opportunity to point his wand at it and mutter a spell. "Thank you... Draco."

Draco gives you a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

"(Y/N)! Are you alright there?" You hear Fred call, and you turn to look at the twin as he kneels, grabbing your book off the ground and brushing the dirt from the cover. He gives you an apologetic look as he offers it to you. "Sorry about that, bloody thing got away from us."

"Right gave us a fright, too," George says, holding the paralyzed light in his hand, no bigger then a wad of paper. "It's a new invention of ours, ain't it, Fred?"

"Right it is, George!" Fred nods, glancing at Draco; he knows he's the one who upset you on the night of the Yule Ball, but his opinion of the pure blood could not go any lower. "Bloody lucky Malfoy was here, eh?"

"Convenient," George agrees, also sending him a suspicious look.

"Your invention is dangerous," Draco merely says, refusing to rise to their bait. "You shouldn't have it on school grounds."

"Sure, sure, whatever you say," the twins roll their eyes. "(Y/N), you want to come with us? We're gonna let it loose in the room of requirement tonight, should have the kinks worked out by then."

"That's alright," you shake your head, sighing at the steak of dirt on your book page; that's going to bother you for ages now. "You two go on ahead, I'll be along a while later. I'm behind in charms."

"Ah, charms!" Fred shakes his head as George wanders off, showing the crowded students what he finally caught. "I was pretty good at it when I had to take it, I can give you some pointers if you like."

Draco glares at him; you don't need any pointers, you're already exceptional at it. How dare the Weasley offer his assistance to you! Can't he tell when he's not wanted?

"I'm fine, but thank you." You give the red haired boy a warm smile, one Draco has never seen. It only increases his jealous glower, and his hand drops from your waist as he takes a step away. "I'll see you tonight."

"Right then," Fred shrugs his shoulders, glances at Malfoy, then trots off to join his brother.

"Thanks for not letting me fall on my face," you sigh as you turn to Draco, holding your book tightly against your chest; you suppose this is a sort of peace offering? Well, Draco did speak to you first, so he broke his vow of silence before you did.

"I figured something like that was going to happen with those Weasley's around," Draco snorts derisively, and you try not to groan; he can't be nice for more then three seconds, can he? "They never know what they're doing."

"They're just having fun, Draco," you frown at him, which is what he's more familiar with. "There's nothing wrong with making people laugh and be happy."

"It is when you're doing it in a dangerous manner. What if you had fallen and hit your head?" Draco quirks a blond brow down at you, crossing his arms. "You would have had to gone to Madame Pomfrey!"

"It wouldn't have been done intentionally!" you huff, but you do understand what he's saying. Silly games and toys are fine, but they should be done with the safety of others still in mind. Still, it's the way Draco says it, so condescendingly, you can't stand it! Oh, how he makes you angry!

"It doesn't matter."

"Do you have to ridicule everyone, Draco, even when they've not done anything?" You snap, glaring up at him. "I swear you're always finding a reason to put someone down!"

"Me? I was just stating the obvious!" He glares down at you, insulted. "Why do you always find it necessary to find something wrong with what I'm saying?"

"Because everything you say is meant to be mean!"

"Not everything!" He defends himself, huffing indignantly. "I've never said anything to you, have I?"

"Are you kidding me or yourself?" You mutter, looking down in aggravation. Why can you and Draco not be within five feet of each other without arguing? He would almost be likable if he wasn't such a prat all the time! A spoiled, arrogant, egotistical ---.

Draco's mind briefly flashes back to the night of the ball, and to his surprise, his chest pinches slightly, almost as if he feels bad about what he said, but that's preposterous! Draco never feels remorse about what he says, because he means every single word!

"Well, if you dislike me so much, go back to hanging out with your Weasley's," he hisses at you, disgruntled and a little hurt you apparently think so little of him; he's always been nice to you, he's made it a point to be. He'd brought you back your charms notebook, he'd sent you flowers on valentines day, albeit anonymously, he knows your favorites are carnations, he'd heard you say it once. "Since they're more your type."

"More my type? What's that supposed to mean?" You challenge, feeling your temper spark. He's not going to get away with rude comments and not expect to explain himself to you! You're sick and tired of his behavior, and you're not going to allow it to just continue like everyone else does!

"You know exactly what it means! You're choosing lowly ---."

"Don't you even finish that! How dare you speak of them that way!" You bristle, your eyes flaring. "Just because someone isn't as wealthy doesn't mean anything, Draco! If you'll get your head out of your fathers arse, you'd realize what a complete fool you sound! One of these days, you're going to regret being such a git to everyone around you, mark my words! This is the exact reason we don't --- that I --- oh! You're infuriating!" You finally manage, realizing what you almost said. You make a sound of frustration before turning on your heel and storming away, your hands clenched at your sides.

Bother, Draco thinks, glaring after you, what a frustrating woman.

~~~~~~

"So what's this with Malfoy?" Fred asks you, leaning his shoulder against the wall where you stand. You look up at him, biting your lip as such a question. You only come to about mid-center of his chest, he's so tall.

"What do you mean?" You ask lightly, toying with the end of your green sweater; you're in the room of requirement, watching as everyone laughed and cut up from all different Houses. It's a small party, nothing extravagant, but it's away from the eyes of teachers and Filch.

"Blimey, (Y/N)." Fred sighs, brown eyes studying your face. "You two fight like you're married."

"We do not!" You gasp immediately, straightening. "I can't stand him! He's horrible!"

"Well, the rest of us know that," he says, raising one eyebrow, "but you two seem quite cozy."

"We're not cozy, Fred, not in the least." You shake your head immediately, tugging nervously at the end of your braid. "He's a horrible person, and he knows it. He only pretends to like me because of my family name, nothing more." You admit; you find it a little embarrassing, as if you're saying that no one likes you otherwise, but it's the truth.

Fred doesn't immediately say anything, his eyes on the rest of the party going on around you. You're not much for parties, you don't like large crowds, you'd only come because Fred had asked you too; the two of you have become right good friends the past few weeks, although you're not sure how long the friendship will last.

Still, it's nice to have someone around who isn't stuffed up their fathers ---.

"I don't know, I think he actually likes you." Fred says, interrupting your thoughts. "He's been chasing you for months."

"Oh, why does everyone say that?" You groan, exasperated. "Draco doesn't like anyone but himself, that's clear."

"Well, I doubt he even likes himself," the ginger grins, tugging on the end of your braid playfully. "But you're a right likable girl, you know."

"Mmm, tell that to my classmates." You know many of them don't like you, but you've never minded. As long as no one bothers you, you don't care about their feelings. "I seem to not be very popular."

"Eh, popularity is overrated. Look at me and my brothers."

"Are you kidding? The class clowns?" You tease, seeing his pale cheeks flush. "You're the life of the party most nights!"

"Well, someone has to keep it interesting!" he says, gesturing about the dullness of the room. "Look at this lot; all boring prudes. Oi, George!"

"Yeah, Fred?"

"How about we make this a little more interesting?"

"I was thinking the right same thing!"

You laugh as Fred and George both toss themselves into the center of the room, raising their wands at the same time as they hook arms. They begin to dance in a circle, sparks igniting off the types of their wands as they bellow out words to a song you've never heard. There's laughter from around the room, and finally someone does put some music on, at least to drown out their voices!

You stay in the shadows, watching as everyone twirls and laughs, getting caught up in the happiness of the moment. It's nice to see everyone getting along, Slytherins included, and you find yourself smiling as you stay out of the way. Just watching is enough to lighten your mood.

"C'mon, (Y/N)!" Fred says, worming his way out of the crowd of moving people and offering you his hand. "Join in on the fun, yeah?"

"Oh, no, that's alright, I ---."

"Bless it, come on!" He grabs your hand, pulling you after him and into the crowd, ignoring your arguments. You gasp in surprise as he twirls you beneath his arm, laughing at your surprised expression. "Don't be a stick, alright? Have some fun!"

You slightly relent, giggling as he prances around you, your eyes on his face. You see George coming up behind him, grinning from ear to ear as he grabs his brother shoulders, rough housing with him a moment before grabbing you as well.

"You're going to make me sick!" You gasp as he twirls you around, much like Fred had.

George just laughs, his red hair falling around his shoulders, letting go of you to grab Luna Lovegood's hands, drawing her around in circles.

You turn back to Fred, smiling.

"Alright, so I'm not miserable." you say after a moment.

"Told you! You want to get some drink?"

"Yes!" You're warm, now that everyone is moving around, it's incredibly hot! You feel his fingers take yours. He tugs you to his side, his arm slipping around your shoulder. It makes it much easier to navigate through the crowd, especially since he's so tall he stands so high above them. You two finally make to the door, and you glance over your shoulder as Fred starts to leave, seeing the party behind you in full swing.

Fred has a tight hold on your hand as the two of you leave the room behind, hearing the stones grating as they reform. You're giggling at something he says as you walk, your cheeks bright red. You have to admit, you really enjoy spending time with him, you've never met anyone else who could hold your attention in such a way --- the complete opposite of Draco.

He just infuriates you. A life with him would be a miserable existence, you're sure.

You bite your lip as you and Fred come to a stop, standing on one of the exterior walkways. It's getting cold now, it's close to Christmas time, and you're honestly excited to be going home for the holiday this year. You can't imagine what it must be like for those who have to stay at school during those times.

"Look how nice it is," you say, curling your fingers along the stone, gazing out into the night. The stars are bright, it's just cool enough to be considered chilly, so you're glad for your sweater. The air is still, and you can hear all the sounds of the castle.

"It's a nice place, yeah," Fred agrees, crossing his arms as he looks at you. "Not as nice as you, though."

You flush, sending him a look over your shoulder. "Save your charm, Fred."

"Why should I? I figure I have a reason to use it now. Say," Fred leans down slightly, as if he's going to whisper something to you, "How do you know I'm Fred then, hmm? I could be George!"

"You're not," you merely say; you can tell them apart quite easily.

"And how do you know?"

"Your smile."

"My smile?"

"Yes. You and George, when you smile, it's different," you reach up, tapping his lips with one finger, "he has a curve right there, whereas you do not. So, Mr. Fred Weasley, there is no fooling me."

Fred's eyes actually light up, and when he smiles, it brings out the mirth in his eyes. "If I ask you to marry me now, do I have to get on one knee?"

You laugh, shaking your head as you turn away, gazing out into the night. You bite your lip as you see lights in the astronomy tower, and you wonder what anyone could be doing out there so late. You find it a tad odd, really, especially since the teacher is such a loon.

"(Y/N)."

"Hmm?" You glance over as Fred comes to lean beside you, propping his arms against the cold stone in a similar fashion.

"What would you do if I did this?"

"Did what?" you blink.

Fred leans forward, and you go still as his lips press against yours for the briefest of seconds.

Oh.

"That," he says plainly as he leans back, brown eyes on your face; for once, you think, Fred Weasley looks serious.

"Oh." You say, your mind going blank for once. You... don't know what to do, actually. No one has ever kissed you before. You hesitate, then look up at him, tilting your head slightly.

"I'd ask you why you'd want to do such a thing," you say after a moment, your cheeks tinging the brightest of reds. How can he be interested in you like that? You're a Slytherin, of all things.

"I'd tell you that I like you, you're pretty and nice, and think of the points I'll get for getting a Slytherin as my girlfriend," he wags his brows at you, and you smack at his shoulder, trying not to laugh. "Figure I'll get myself a right good reputation for it! Dumbledore will say, 'ten points to Fred Weasley for his charm on baggin' himself a Slytherin girlfriend', he will."

"Fred!"

Fred laughs, thoroughly enjoying himself, and you can't help but smile too. You lean forward impulsively, kissing him briefly. When you start to pull away, his hand rises, cupping the back of your neck and holding you still.

Well, tonight has certainly gone differently then you'd thought.

~~~~~~

Draco frowns as he walks the hallways. He does this occasionally, trying to get his thoughts in order, it helps him to pace. He likes feeling the cool night air on his skin, letting his feet take him places while his mind is busy. He finds it rather relaxing, and so nightly strolls is nothing new for him; Filch always turns a blind eye.

He rolls his shoulders with a sigh.

Would flowers work again with you? He knows you're out of sorts lately, that's the only explanation for how harsh you've been. He's not sure what color of carnations you like the best, but he's sure if he just picks one of every color, that might help?

Perhaps he should ask his father, get his advice on the matter. He hasn't revealed yet that things with you have not gone to plan, not that in any case it truly matters. You're both too young for marriage, without careers just yet, and in the middle of your schooling. Is he making a move too early then? Should he wait a few more years?

No, Draco is too impatient, he's not going to wait! He likes you, he wants you to like him as well, although he's not quite sure how that's going to work. Every time he tries to even speak to you, you get such an attitude with him, it's very grating on his nerves.

Still, most girls go all soft at flowers, you had last time. He'd never let you know they were from him, but no one else stole the credit, either.

Hmm.

He glances around, finding his feet have taken him somewhere new tonight. It's rather dark here, so he shuffles his wand from his pocket, muttering, "lumos," under his breath. The tip of his wand lights up immediately, casting a soft warmth to fight the chill of the night. He glances around the brightened hallway, finding that he'd wandered right into the astronomy tower.

He hates astronomy.

He walks a little further, finding himself at the window, gazing out into the night. It's still, there's no breeze, no movement, just quiet. Most of the students, considering it's the weekend, are off enjoying themselves in the common rooms, or are at the room of requirements that Draco had deigned too lowly for him to visit.

He's excited to leave for the holidays, to put the aggravation of you aside for a few weeks and be with his family. His mother has already written him four times this week, so she must be missing her only child quite dreadfully. Perhaps then he and his father can speak, he can garner some advice from the wise elder Malfoy.

Hmph.

He hears laughter, and he looks up, seeing two people walking down one of the exterior walkways; he immediately recognizes the sound of a Weasley, and his nose curls in distaste; can't he have a moment alone without being reminded of his bloody competition? If he even is that!

Wait a moment.

Draco narrows his gaze, leaning his shoulder against the cold stone of the tower as he looks out into the night.

You're with the Weasley, he recognizes your giggles; he's only heard them once, of course, but he knows them.

Oh.

Draco's heart plummets, and his stomach twists itself into rather tight, painful knots as he realizes what's happening. The Weasley is kissing you, even from the distance Draco can see that, and you're not pushing him away.

The Weasley Conundrum has just turned into a problem instead.

Draco turns away, clenching his hand tightly around his wand. He grits his teeth, standing completely still. There's a heavy disappointment in his chest, one he doesn't want to acknowledge; he's usually very good at dismissing his emotions, at compartmentalizing his life and being able to focus on what matters, and yet --- he can't with you.

You...

You who chose a lowly-bred wizard over him.

Draco's lips press into a thin line, his eyes darkening to nearly black as he looks down. There's a sour taste in his mouth, making it hard to swallow. He's angry, very angry, but he holds in it, presses it down, stores it for later. He can feel his skin flush with it, and for a moment, it's all he can do not to scream.

This isn't --- he can't believe this! What does that Weasley have that he doesn't? Why are you kissing him and not Draco? Draco's the one who actually cares about you! He knows your favorite flowers, your favorite class, how much you adore cats but for some reason don't have one yourself --- he's tried every which way to ---.

Dammit!

Why does nothing he try work? Why can't he make you laugh like --- is he truly comparing himself to a Weasley? Have you made him sink so low as to think less of himself, Draco, son of the rich and powerful Lucius Malfoy? Preposterous! Draco refuses!

Damn this!

"Nox."

The light vanishes from the tip of Draco's wand, leaving him standing in complete darkness.

He'll handle this. He is a Malfoy, and nothing bothers him. He has no emotions, he, he --- he refuses to be upset! One day, one day you'll regret not choosing him, you'll regret opting for the low-bred wizard! You'll need Draco eventually, and when that happens, oh will he revel in the moment, will he throw up in your face your indiscretions!

No one turns down Draco Malfoy.

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