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maraa755 · 3 months ago

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Ch. 5, Schedules

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Pairings: J.P., R.L., S.B. x OC Warnings: N/A Word Count: 2.1k

James wedges himself in the middle of Sirius and Calliope, slinging an arm around both. Remus had parted ways with them many minutes back seeing as though his class was on the opposite side of the large castle.

"Where you headed, Siri?" The girl asks, extending her head past James to make brief eye contact with a smirking Sirius.

"Wherever the wind takes me, Cal."

"So you're skipping?" James asks, already knowing the answer.

"Obviously."

An amused look hits James and Calliope's faces. "I'd threaten to tell Rem, but he's given up on you way back." Calliope jests.

"I'm an absolute lost cause, doll."

The trio approaches the exit to where James and Calliope must depart from the shaggy haired man. "Broom flying?" Sirius asks questioningly, giving an entertained glance to the witch. He knew the girl was not to be considered an athlete, nor accepting of heights.

"Don't remind me. I must have accidentally requested this class last year. Fucking hate flying." Cal says shaking her head, mentally preparing herself for the class she must endure.

"Cal, you are truly making it seem worse than it is," James steps in, holding out his pinky for her to accept his promise, "I swear it'll be fun!"

A small grumble leaves the girl's mouth as she interlocks her pinky with his. James gives a small squeeze onto her smaller finger and releases her from his grip. Sirius laughs at the girl's exaggerated agony and says a quick goodbye.

They walk into the vast field picking up the school-issued brooms and getting ready just in time for Madam Hooch to blow her whistle, the sound ringing in each student's ears. "Bloody thing has to be enchanted. No way she can almost blow my brains up with a standard whistle." James whispers, his side gently making contact with Calliope as he gets down to her ear.

"James Potter!" Hooch hollers strictly, James immediately straightens his body, "Care to tell me why you, Gryffindor's very own, is taking a standard level flying class which he obviously does not need?"

"Well, Madam Hooch, I did not see an advanced flying class on the list. And also, if it's not too bold of me to add," James throws on his standard charming smile, "I wanted to experience my last year at this school with my favorite flying instructor. You're a joy, Hooch."

"Madam Hooch," she corrects, "You better not slack off, boy. I will not be having any of your nonsense."

"Yes, Ma'am." He grins.

Calliope is standing to his left, completely stunned at his ability to escape the instructor's wrath.

"Now, students, we will be doing laps to ease you into the comfortability of riding a broom. I acknowledge that it may have been some time since you've done this. I am giving you five minutes to get situated with your brooms."

"Hear that? Laps!" A toothy smile meets his face as easily mounts his broom. "Oh I heard." Calliope responds grumpily, trying to copy James' actions.

She swings her foot over, but the broom refuses to stand up. "C'mon..." She begs the broom as she tries again.

"Cal, might want to get it up before you mount." He is stunned at her little knowledge of brooms.

"Oh..." She tries again, this time successfully, "I just thought because you managed to raise your broom up like that, y'know?"

"That's a bit trickier. I do this everyday," he shrugs and a proud look meets his face, "so it's pretty easy."

"Right." She says, slightly embarrassed by her mistake.

After everyone is ready and mounting their brooms correctly, Hooch's voice once again rings out, "Grab a partner and gather around me!"

Without second thought, James grabs Calliope's hand, rushing her over to their instructor. The rest of the class follows behind the boy's fast action. Madam Hooch claps her hands together once each person is situated, "Now, you will ride along with your partner! Help guide each other. You must stay in the distance of the castle...I better not find that any of you defy these orders."

With a blow of her whistle she roars, "Begin!"

"Okay? Ready?" James asks politely, already mounting his broom and ready to fly off any time. Once Calliope successfully gets back onto her broom, she responds with a hesitant nod. He nods back, hovering above the ground, waiting for her to do the same.

She shakily begins to ascend to his level and a loud cheer is heard from James, "Well done, Calli!"

She smiles, easing herself into comfortability. "Do you think you're ready to start flying? We can go slow at first, if that helps." She smiles at his friendly direction. No surprise he was a captain. She wondered if he was gentle to his teammates. "I think so, James."

He gives an encouraging nod and flies slow as she attempts to match his speed, the two increase their speed little by little. Soon, they are going successfully fast. James looks over to Calliope, her hair being manipulated by the wind while her eyes squint mildly. To him, she looked like a painting-- a masterpiece.

His eyebrows furrowed. He couldn't have feelings for the girl, that would be impossible. With all of their years together he would've noticed the feelings by now. Those same feelings which are currently inching dangerously close to his heart. Was he so blinded by Lily that he couldn't see what was in front of him the whole time? Then again, was this caused by the loss of Lily? The girl who was most precious to him for years. Could his body be subconsciously using Calliope as a distraction to get used to the absence of Lily?

The questions wrapped around his mind and suffocated him gently.

He bit his lip lightly and put his focus back onto the fields ahead of him.

"Jamie," Her voice softly calls, causing his head to feel all airy, "Could we maybe go...faster?"

"Certainly," He smiles looking at her excited face, "enjoying flying, are we?"

"Not as bad as I remember." She sheepishly admits.

They both accelerate, doing multiple laps around the castle before their instructor's loud whistle buzzes in their ears.

After everyone landed and gathered around she began to speak, "Class is concluded! Wonderful job, all of you."

All of the class put their brooms away and walked to the Great Hall, James and Calliope included. James expressed how proud he was of the girl for doing something out of her comfort zone and doing it well, nonetheless. He was extremely impressed with her.

Calliope, although praised by James before, had yet to experience this side of James. He was truly excited and happy for her. It felt as though he was all about her. The idea of James being all about her made her heart flutter gently. Could that be a reality? If she was being honest, the thought didn't scare her away from James. She has had a crush on him in the past when they were kids-- besides Peter, she pretty much had feelings for all three of the remaining Marauders at one point in her life.

Although intrigued and slightly confused, she brushed off her thoughts and continued heading to the gryffindor table, spotting Remus. She disconnects from James' side to head to her regular seat next to Remus. Cal's hand slides across the tall boy's neck gently, feeling him slightly shudder at the sensation of her nails against his pale skin.

"Hey, Calliope." Remus says passing her a plate full of the typical foods she usually ate as she took the seat next to him.

She looks at him slightly puzzled. He had fixed her plate together? That was unusual, and he also fixed her plate together before his own. The gesture made her heart swell slightly.

"F'me?" She asks quietly.

"Well, it's not for the first year besides you." He laughs faintly, "Eat up, love."

She thanks him and he goes to make himself his own plate. James examines the situation before him, hoping Remus didn't have a crush on her. He wasn't called the Casanova of Gryffindor for nothing. He once again brushed off his thoughts and the feelings that came with them.

"Oi, Moony, no plate for me?" James asks teasingly, watching the boy's eyebrow quirk up at his statement.

"Just assumed Calliope worked up an appetite from flying." He shrugs, putting a hand on the girl's back as she eats the sandwich he had put there for her.

A lighthearted scoff released from James, "I'll have you know, I too am hungry!"

"Maybe make a plate then?" Remus retorts smirking, taking his hand off Calliope's upper back to eat.

Sirius and Peter eventually walk in together, laughing at something Nearly Headless Nick said, but not expanding on it when asked.

"You should've been there!" Sirius claps his hands together and throws his head back, "Outrageous, Nick!" Peter sits laughing besides him, almost as hard as Sirius is. James begs the boys to tell him, but they refuse to give any context besides it being a Syltherin joke.

Soon, both boys calm down and begin eating.

"Cal, did you start planning for the party at all?" Peter asks politely, excited for the upcoming party.

"Uhm," Calliope hesitates, "Well, considering I only knew I was supposed to throw it as of... a few hours ago, no I have not started planning."

"Ahh I see," Peter nods while the other boys let out hums, "I have a request, if you don't mind Cal."

"Of course, Pete. What's up?"

"You wouldn't mind inviting some Hufflepuffs, would you? Just maybe the sixth and seventh years, just some of them. If not, that's okay but..." He trails off, looking at his feet.

The boys are surprised and all look at each other with wide eyes. Calliope gives small, excited slaps to Remus' thigh as she hears the pudgy boy's request.

"Of course, Peter! Just in case, anyone in particular?"

"Oh, uhm, Mabel Scott. She's quite nice, y'know new friend I met this summer." He refuses to look at any of the boys' excited faces, only looking at Calliope's face which is currently attempting to mask her excitement.

"Okay, sounds good! I'll invite her and some of her sixth year friends, hm?"

"H-how did you know they're in sixth year?" His cheeks are growing slightly pink.

Her eyes widened slightly, "Oh, I've just heard of her and her friends before! Small school, huh?"

He seems to believe her and grins brightly, the pink hue refusing to yield from his cheeks, "Oh! Okay, thanks Cal!"

Before any of the boys can ask questions about their friend's new suspected girlfriend, they are shut down by small heels clacking against the stone flooring of the Great Hall fiercely. Sirius closes his eyes tightly, preparing for an onslaught of violent words if it's one of his previous shags, as he speculates.

"Boys and Miss Thorne," Mcgonagol's voice calls out as she holds four envelopes to her side.

"Oh! Thank God, Minnie! It's just you!" Sirius huffs out.

"Expecting someone else, Black?" The professor asks, hiding her amusement with a furrowed brow.

"You don't even want to know!" He shouts playfully. Calliope has always been confused with the amount of comfortability they've had with the Scottish professor. She thought the dynamic of their relationship was always cute. Behind closed doors, she longed to have that type of dynamic with her as well.

"What you got there?" James asks, pointing to the envelopes she is currently clutching to her side.

"Ah, yes. These are for the four of you, excluding Mr. Pettigrew."

"Gifts? Minnie! You shouldn't have" Sirius exclaims.

"How generous!" James says, copying Sirius' tone.

Remus hid a laugh with his sleeve as Calliope smiled at the boys' behavior.

"Hush, you two." She passes the envelopes around to each of the recipients, making sure each person gets the correct letter. "Now, inside you will see your scheduled detentions for this week."

Groans, varying in tones, spurt out.

"And Peter, you will be placed in the library all three days of your punishment. Be there promptly at six. Have a nice day, each of you. Please attend." She says mostly pointing her attention to a smirking Sirius.

They all bust out their letters, looking to see who has what.

Today, Calliope would be sharing a detention with none other than Sirius Black. They're assigned to Slughorn's room. She sighed realizing that wouldn't be horribly dreadful.

"Detention together, huh doll?" Sirius smiles and he gets a nod in response.

James stares at Sirius slightly envious.

James and Remus were on their own. They both received detention together with each other on Tuesday though.

Calliope's schedule consisted of Sirius on Monday, Alone on Tuesday, Remus on Wednesday, James on Thursday, and finally a detention with all three boys on Friday.

"Minnie what were you thinking?" She smiles, looking at her schedule.

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despair-to-future-arcs · 1 year ago

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Bitch-sensei broke you.

Well... time to get back to work... *As walking in-*

???: I'm sorry, Nagi Nanami but you can't do that...

*he stop and look to see his teacher talking to Nagi*

Do... what exactly...?

Talking to those outside of your class, you knows those are against the rules, right?

Really? You say it's against the rules...?

I don't think I heard of these rules either, are they written some-?

Sorry but can the rest of you stay out of this? This is only between me and Nagi here.

No, I'm not moving from here; so what your saying is that I can't interact with anyone outside of my class?

...You can't, okay? These are in the rules and your suppose to interact with your own class so please stop bothering the other students as it gets in the way of them studying their talents.

...Doesn't that contradict your previous rule that you can't interact with your fellow students unless it's talent-related?

We-Well that's-.

Why? I'm just asking a simple question about these 'rules' you set up and just curious; do you have them written or are you pulling these rules out of your ass and making them up on the fly?

Unless you can show me those rules, then maybe I can understand what you are saying and follow them exactly to the letter - so c'mon, show me those rules then, ma'am.

...

...Thought so, now how about you leave me alone and go bother someone else if your that bored, you damn Christmas cake*.

Ho-How dare you! I...I...! *storms off as clearly looking flustered*

Wow damn, that was awesome! You just told that lady off!

And it's your teacher too, I'm surprise she didn't expel you...

Yeah I'm surprise too...

At least she'll leave us alone...

Indeed... honestly I heard she's your homeroom teacher; she must be hard to deal with.

A-And highly intimidating...

Are you sure you won't get in trouble for that? Usually talking back to the teacher is bad.

Well I think the best way to deal with her is for her to contradict herself and question one rule then the whole thing falls apart.

But let's forget about lady, back to what we were talking about!

*Christmas Cake - A Japanese slang to describe an unmarried women pass the age of 25; women are expected to marry quite young and even are seen as 'urenokori' or "unsold goods".

#dr #danganronpa #dtfa #despair to future arc #ds:rw #despair side: re write #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #dr:thh #danganronpa: trigger happy havoc #teruteru hanamura #nagi nanami #chinatsu miyajima #ayumi arima #makoto naegi #chihiro fujisaki #hifumi yamada #anonymous #ds ep 6

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kairose · 9 days ago

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Straight Outta Hell

Short TW: Nightmares, hallucinations, and screaming equivalent to a panic attack

Chapter 1: A Visit to the Doctor

My hands were folded as I waited impatiently for the teacher to finish her lesson. She was an alright teacher, pretty chill with the class, but would take a long time explaining her topics. I glanced up at the clock, realizing I wouldn't have all that much time. Finally, the school bells rang. I quickly gathered my school belongings and placed them neatly in my backpack. I zipped it back up and flung the bag's strap over my right shoulder.

"Dude, where are you off to in such a hurry?" I look over my shoulder to see my good buddy Louis walking up to me.

"I need to pick up Malory and take her to a doctor's appointment." I pause to look down at the time on my phone. "Which is in about 15 minutes."

Louis looks up to the side, staring at the ceiling as if pondering something. He then looks back at me. "What about later today? We still hanging around?"

"After the appointment, we'll go home. You could come at the original time we planned." Before I could even give him a heads up I made my way to the door. Louis scurries behind me, grabbing his books and placing them in his bag before zipping it up and placing it on his back. "Well, then I'll walk with you to her class for a while!" Louis shouted from behind, catching up with me.

I made my way to Malory's classroom, zooming through the halls. The two of us chatted as we made our way to Malory's classroom. Louis occasionally fell behind before running to catch up with me. I paid it no mind, only having one goal: retrieve Malory and get to the doctor. I waited in front of the door before knocking on it. Louis stood by me before waving at me, "See you later then, man!" I simply nodded at him, "Yeah, see you." I glanced at Louis watching as he walked in the direction of the school's front doors, hastily on his way out.

I turned my attention back to Malory's classroom door, turning the doorknob, and I entered the class. As I entered some of the young kids looked up at me, eyes glued. "Rue? Are you here for Malory?" Malory's homeroom teacher asked, now turning to me.

"Yes, that's right, for her appointment," I responded. After scanning the room my eyes landed on Malory, who was packing her bag. She stands up and then walks up to me.

"Bye-bye, everybody!" Malory shouted before I placed my hand on her back, guiding her out of the room. The teacher called goodbye as we exited, then resumed her lesson, the classmates turning their attention back to the teacher. I grabbed Malory's hand and started to run with her towards the exit of the school. Our school bags made loud justling sounds as the books were thrown about inside. The school's doors were luckily wide open and we dashed out.

"C'mon! We've got to hurry! You're lucky the building is near-" I shouted aloud before realizing I wasn't paying close attention to what was in front of me, and collided with an elderly woman. She held a small brown package that ended up getting flung a short distance. We both tumbled, hitting the concrete ground with a loud thud. Malory, who only ran behind me due to her stubby legs, walked up to the elderly woman. Worried for the elderly woman, she reached out to her, helping her up. She shakily stood back up with his assistance, then glared at me.

"You youngins ought to watch where you go!" She declared, kneeling back over to pick up the small brown package, picking it up. She placed her wrinkly hand on her back, rubbing it like it was aching, her other arm tenderly carrying the package. She then cradled the package as if it were some small newborn baby.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. We're in a hurry to the doctor, and I just wasn't paying attention. Are you alright?" I apologized, hoping we were in the clear, and that the woman's condition wasn't serious.

"Bah!" She grumbled. "Fine! 'M fine!"

"You're not injured, are you?" Malory quickly asked, concern apparent in her voice. She seemed worried after the elderly woman soothingly rubbed her back.

"I'm fine... And so is this." She held the package in front of us as if declaring to us that whatever was inside was more important than her own life.

"Uh- Well, okay... Sorry again, we'll be on our way then." I intervened, bowing as a slight apology.

She glared at me before nodding her head. We walked away from her as she headed in the opposite direction. Malory and I then broke into a sprint again, dashing to the doctor's office.

—-

I sat respectively as the doctor examined Malory. Malory was always a worry wart when it came to doctors. However, she felt comforted by the sheer fact I was in the same room. Our parents were always busy with work, so I would take care of Malory most of the time. Luckily for me, I didn't mind, and we were both mature enough to care for ourselves.

"Well, she's healthy. What you had told me when you scheduled this appointment, I'll prescribe some medicine for better sleep." The doctor said, turning to me, signaling he was finished.

"Thank you, sir."

He then turned to his computer, typing up the results of Malory's appointment. Looking to his side he then wrote down the name of the medicine he would prescribe to Malory. "Hand this to the people up front, and they'll give you the prescribed medicine. Every night just before bed she should take them, and after a while, she may not need them anymore."

"Thank you again, sir." I took the paper note from his hand and held Malory's hand. "And if they continue again?"

"I recommend coming back here, then possibly searching for someone she could talk to about her restless sleeping." The doctor responded, grabbing a flip chart, and walking us out of the room before taking another patient.

The two of us went up front. I handed the note our doctor wrote to the woman sitting at the front desk, who then went elsewhere, fetching us Malory's pills. She handed it to me with a solemn smile, "Thank you for visiting." I waved and the two of us walked out.

The crisp autumn air kissed my skin as I walked out, Malory's right hand holding my left, her palm almost sweaty. "That wasn't so bad... Yeah?"

Malory looked up at me, slightly nodding her head. "Yeah..."

A silence filled the air as we walked toe-in-toe back to our house. I would occasionally look around like I usually did, appreciating the scenery. The one-story flats and their beige colors. Occasionally some brighter colors like blue or yellow. Eventually, Malory had enough of the awkward silence and she cleared her throat, "Do you think the nightmares will go away?"

I focused my attention back on my younger sister, "Mal, of course. I think they'll go away."

"But what if tonight they get worse? I hate how they end. Mom and Dad are never there, but you are... And- and it always..." She began to work herself up, unable to finish her complex thoughts. Her train of thought was lost, ditched away.

"Mal..." I began. I let go of her hand and walked up in front of her, placing my hands on her shoulders to get her to look me in the eyes. "They'll go away. And if they don't, I'll do what I can to help you." I spoke sternly, causing her eyes to look all misty.

Chuckling I gave her knog-in, messing her hair up, "Now stop feeling frightened." Malory shoved my hand away, mispleased I messed up her hair again. "Brother!-" She started but just giggled.

"Come on. Let's go home. Okay?" I held out my left hand again, and she happily took it. The two of us continued on our way back, pleased with the pleasant atmosphere: the falling orange and red leaves, and the chill wind.

—-

As soon as we arrived home our mother greeted us with dinner freshly prepared. It smelled delightful. A classic dish of spaghetti with meatballs, and a vegetable salad as the side. Our father took his share before returning to his room, telling us not to bother him as he had an online meeting. Before we could all sit down to eat a knock on the door was heard. I figured Louis was here now. I had invited him for dinner, but also to have a sleepover. We planned on watching some horror films late in the night, and I told him it would be best to do it at my house as my parents would be too busy to care.

I walked up to the front, unlocking and opening it. Louis casually walked in, embracing me in his iconic bear hug. "Hey! Glad to see you again!" He cheerfully exclaimed. "I hope Malory's appointment went well."

"Don't worry it was fine." I guided him through the house after he set his things aside in the living room. "You made it on time since dinner is all finished too."

Louis and I then pulled out a chair and everyone began to serve themselves or each other. We all began feasting, my mom explaining how it was nice to see Louis again after a while. We talked about school for some time, including some random drama, and then whatever the conversation led us to. It was a pretty chill and relaxing environment. I noticed how Malory seemed pleased with everything, possibly due to how she didn't need to worry about the nightly horrors she could encounter. The moment everyone finished their meals my mom and I worked to clean the dining room table. We both scrubbed the dishes a bit clean before inserting them into the dishwasher to finish the job. My mother then excused herself and went back into her room.

"So, are we ready?" Louis teasingly asked, his eyebrows wiggling mischievously.

"Ready for what?" Malory intervened.

"No, not now. Malory, we're going to stay up watching films, but I don't want you down here."

"Huh? Why not? I wanna watch with you then!"

"Malory, we're watching horror. Just go to your room." I pointed in the direction I wanted her to leave, but she stubbornly pouted, refusing my proposal. "Rue, that's not fair! And you can't watch horror."

I rolled my eyes, "We're old enough. Come on!" Annoyed with my sister I picked her up, tumbling a bit from her weight, and carried, practically dragging her to her room. Louis watched this unfurl from the sidelines. "Rue, why are you so against her watching them? I'm sure she'd be fine."

"I don't want her nightmares getting worse. They're already bad as is." I responded, letting go of Malory. She plopped down on her knees before standing up straight on her feet.

"I'm not a baby. I'll leave if it's too scary." She said, a flare in her eyes.

"I agree, you should let her. If it's too much we take a breather, and Malory can decide whether we should continue or stop." Louis added, making my head swirl. I looked at Malory, a pleading and flared look in her eyes, while Louis smiled solemnly at me, shrugging his shoulders as if to indicate 'Why not?' I took a deep breath and sighed, "Fine. But let us know when it's too much..."

Malory smiled, happy she seemed to have won. She then gave me a brief hug and ran ahead of Louis and I to the living room. Louis smiled at me, pleased that there was no fighting or hurt feelings. He was always too kind. I chuckled, forming a fist and tapping his shoulder, "It's your fault too if she ends up traumatized. You picked the movies, remember?"

"Yeah, I guess I did, but I don't think they'll be too much. Just a couple jump scares."

"Pfft-! We'll see," I simply retort. The three of us began to set up the films. Louis and I also set up areas for us to sleep at, Malory would return to her room once we turned the film off. I promised to stay with her for some time after the film if it had been too much to ease her mind, hopefully making her forget the movie's contents. She of course agreed.

The time for the film was underway. Louis and Malory came out from the kitchen holding bowls of popcorn while I set up the TV, typing the name of the film Otherworldly into the search bar for Prime. Once everyone was settled down I clicked on the film and let it play. The TV projected a cold blue color, and the eerie music played as companies and people were introduced. After this, it began to play. Malory scoots close to me, seemingly intrigued by the film already.

As the plot and characters were introduced we chowed down on popcorn, the atmosphere chilling. The plot seemed messy as of now, but I had hoped everything would make sense by the end.

Time seemed to pass as the film revealed its contents, introducing the horrors and unwinding the plot. Somehow well-written for a movie on a budget. Malory grabbed onto the sleeve of my pajamas, her hands quivering. She had been doing well thus far, but now the film seemed to be giving her anxiety. About 32 minutes in she had mentioned how the entities reminded her of the ones in her nightmare.

Malory opened her mouth slightly ready to speak to me. However, one of the demon-like entities jumped and scared everyone in the room, shrieking and jumping at a side character.

"AUGH-! Pause! Okay, I can't handle this-" Malory squealed. We were at the very least 45 minutes into the film when Malory surrendered to her real emotions.

Malory whimpered as I moved to the TV remote and paused the film. "Okay, it's alright. No more..."

I walked back over to her holding out my hand to her, "We can wait in your room for a while... Watch something stupid, yeah?" Malory looked at me, small tears in her eyes. She simply nodded at me.

I turned to face Louis for a moment, "Sorry man, this might take a while."

"It's fine." He responded, with a small court smile. "You must care for your family."

I nodded and then Malory and I headed back into her room with her. I brought my phone hoping I could ease her anxiety by watching something stupid, keeping her mind away from the contents of the film. Malory sat on her bed covering her legs with her fluffy pink blanket. To her side was her comfort plush bunny, which she picked up and hugged. "You think I'm a baby, don't you?" She asked me, looking down at her plushie.

I turned my attention to her in shock. "Mama and Papa think so too. I know they do because I interrupt work time..." She continued, looking vulnerable and lost. I motioned for her to look at me, shaking my head, "No, that's not right. You're no burden. It's difficult to help with these nightmares and hallucinations when we don't even know the cause, but you're not a burden. We want to help you, I want to help, Malory. Okay?"

Malory stared at me, her face squinty and her mouth frowning. She looked like she'd start wailing. "Malory, you'll be honest to me about how you feel from now on, right? You don't need to push yourself to look all cool." She nodded slightly, causing me to smile comfortingly. "You can always talk to me about what you see and what happens in your dreams, okay? I won't push you away, and I'll listen."

"Okay..." She half whispered. "Thank you, Rue. Love you..."

"I love you too."

Malory laid herself down and seemingly surrendered to sleep. Her anxieties and worries were gone for the day after our small talk. I smiled at her sleeping so peacefully in what felt like forever. I walked away from her bedside and walked to Malory's bedroom door. I peeked one last time at her sleeping form before shutting the door and returning to Louis in the living room.

The two of us stayed up late, watching the rest of our films in silence. We both went to bed at around 2:34 AM, but were briefly awoken by shrieking I had never heard before from Malory's room at 4:44 AM. Until the sun arose, I stayed up by Malory's side as she kept whispering how she didn't want me to go, and that she wished for me to stay alive.

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voidselfshipp · 1 year ago

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The night we met

Cw: gun mentions,scene of a character getting shot,alusion to a bad household. Lmk if I missed anything else. Implied age gap between s/I N Aaron (s/I is of age and goes to university)

Summary: Miles takes Jerico to a party so his parents stop asking who hes hanging out with. There,she meets miles' uncle and they hit it off. Staying through thick and thin together.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

->Aaron aint dead fuck you sony.

--They gotta meet one of you guys! If not ill never get 'em off my back!--Miles complained at the rest of the spider people, which were all hanging off a ledge casually.

--Well...the only two of us that would come across as your Friends would be Jerico and Gwen--Peter B Parker said sitting on the floor.

--Well I have no issue going--Jerico added--I should go shopping though...

--Do you even have money?--Miles asked,now a little hopeful.

--yeaah Man. I have a job back in my dimention, its in my bag with the rest of my stuff-- she replied with a smile-- Sooooo eho wants to go shopping?

After a shopping trip that,admitedly, took a little too long, Miles allows Jerico to shower in his house and get changed. Since everyone was on the rooftop nobody noticed them.

Once she was done, she gets changed and both go up at the rooftop. Its loud with music and people, the smell of food permeated the air and Jerico felt right at home--Reminds me of Argentine parties! Oh I feel right at home

--Hey thats good!--Miles cheered shaking her hand--Mi casa es tu casa

--Ma' vale!-- she cheers too, putting an arm around Miles and walking through the crowd-- do I gotta reffer to your parents as "Sir" n' "Ma'am"?

--Yeah

--Cool, im getting some food after--jeri added, finally reaching miles' parents. She straightens up and lets her arm fall from her Friends shoulder.

--Mom, dad, This is Jerico, one of my Friends from that New friendgroup I told you about--Miles said gesturing at the woman beside jer

--Pleasure to meet you Miss and Mr. Morales--Jerico chirped, extending her hand

--Oh, pleasure to meet you too--Rio said shaking her hand, her husband soon following and doing the same-- Jerico is a really interesting name!

--Ah thank you ma'am. Its my chosen name-- the younger woman replied with a small polite smile.

--oh, i see. Thats good!. Can I ask how you And the rest of the Group met Miles?

--Oh of course! We met at comicon, its a convention for all things nerdy, movies,videogames,TV series--She explains,lying seems second nature to her-- And we were at a stand dedicated to Peter Parker and I made a comment about the merch there and it Turned into conversation and we all sort of got to know eachother

-- oh thats...Interesting--Jeff,miles' dad, said-- where are the others?

--Ah well, Penny is a little younger than us by a few years and shes got a lot of extracurricular activities, shes really into technology--She starts, gesticulating with her hands-- Peter has to take care of his university assigments and Gwen had ballet classes

--And you? Do you have anything else to do?--the Man asked,almost Interrogating her. Miles tries to tell jerico to let him handle it but she gives him a slight head shake.

--Yeah, I go to volleyball classes but on a different day. I also have acting classes but they got cancelled this week because the teacher called in sick. Shame, shes really nice

Río Gently slaps Jeff's arms and adds--Oh I see, well I hope your teacher gets better soon. Please go enjoy the party

--Thank you Ms.Morales-- jerico said politely-- nice to meet you! C'mon miles lets go get some food, im starving-- with a final nodd towards her Friends parents both her and miles leave for a less crowded part of the terrace.

--Why are you so good at lying?!--Miles whisper shouted-- They belived you! And mom certainly likes you!

--Look, when you live in a strict household you learn a thing or two--She shrugged, fast walking to close the gap between her and the table where the foods and drinks were. She grabs one of the glasses with juice and some of the food she places on a small plate-- now we can enjoy the party!

--Yeah...yeah youre right--Miles sighed in relief--you saved my ass back there,you know?

--Yeah, but thats what we are here to do. Youre my friend n' I look out for ya--She smiled pushing him slightly.

The rest of the party goes on without a hitch, Jerico gets to dance for a bit while Miles says hi to his uncle. He hugs him tight and smiles widely.

--Hey uncle aaron!--miles chirps--Glad you could make it!

--Me too kiddo. What have you been up to?

--Ah nothing much, school and all--He shrugged half lying.

--Really? 'Cuz your dad told me you brought a girl with you here--Aaron teased with a smirk.

--Oh no-- i mean yeah-- but not that way!--the younger Man panicked-- shes th-there on the dancefloor!-- he points at jerico, dancing to some salsa, the end of her Oxford jeans flailing about while she spins. Her baby hairs bouncing with her. She was wearing a croptop t-shirt with the logo of Harley Davidson on it, her white leather jacket scattered on one of the Chairs, her tattoo covered arms on full display, and her black heavy boots hit the ground softly but still made a sound.

Aaron's eyes go wide, he looks at his nephew surprised-- And what the hell are you doing not dancing with her?! Go Man!--He Gently pushed miles towards the dancefloor.

--But--Uncle its not that way! I swear!--Woah!-- hes about to trip and fall before jerico catches him-- hey!

--Hey! Wanna dance?-- miles asked getting up.

--Yeah Man! Lets boogie!

Half an hour later, Jerico leaves the dancefloor to Miles so she could Grab something to drink, shes pouring some juice in her glass when someone steps beside her. She looks out of instict and she sees a Man, bald with a goatee and thin moustache,Brown eyes. Dressed in jeans, tshirt and leather jacket with boots,all black.

--You must be Miles' friend!--The Man said once he noticed she was staring-- Im Aaron Davis, Miles' uncle -- he extends his hand

--Jerico Castro--she replied taking his hand and shaking it, her eyes never leaving his. The music was being drowned out by the hard pounding of her heart, she looks away and says-- sorry for starin' you dont look like miles much

--Its alright,kid-- he reassured grabbing the jug of juice she sets down on the table,their hands barely touching-- He got his looks from his old Man

--Ye-Yeah he did huh?--She agreed trying to recompose herself-- But he evident got your personality

Aaron snorts, then he nodds while he pours himself some juice--Yeah, its that so obvious?

--Well, when I spoke with your brother it felt like he was interrogating me--She admitted biting down on some chips nearby.

--Yeah, that sounds like classic Jeff--He admitted--Sorry about that

--S'fine--jerico reassured, finally taking the courage to look at him again. She non-chalantly sits on the table, glass resting beside her, legs crossed-- but im glad Miles has someone to be himself with

--sounds like youre talking from experience--The Man comments, amused. He sits beside her on the table and looks at her.

--Ye-Yeah-- she cleared her throat and then repeated in a firmer voice-- yeah, I mean... I know whats like to have a family you cant crack jokes with or be yourself with... --She looked at her glass, as if remembering something unpleseant.

--I- sorry.. I didnt mean to bring up a bad memory,kiddo--He said Gently, putting a hand on her shoulder.

--Uh no no..its fine-- Jeri replied leaning into his touch a little-- I dont live with em anymore so.. truly Its fine

--If you say so... But, Im glad you got out of there-- He offered her a polite smile-- Lemme make it up to you by taking you out for a dance

--You dont have to buuuut-- she mused with a smirk, offering her hand-- Lets go dance

--Si señorita-- he chuckled taking her hand and guiding her to the dancefloor.

For the Next hour or so, Miles watches as his uncle and best friend flirt with eachother, never leaving each other's sides for more than ten minutes. Hes both impressed and mildly uncomfortable, not that he would stop them. Jerico was her own person.

Yet its endearing to watch his uncle be vulnerable. How he sits a little closer to jerico,how he holds her gaze and looks at her with a soft smile as she talks,fully inmersed in what shes saying.

In return,his friend looks at aaron like he hung the moon and stars, her eyes basically shinning when he talks, how she leans in quite a bit and pays attention to every Word he says

As the party comes to a close, and the final last slow songs play, the pair dances in comfortable silence under the late night Sky. He twirls her around and then pulls her flush against his chest. Theres a flirty undertone to their movements, And as the song reaches its best most dramatic part, their faces are barely inches away from eachother.

Jerico's heart feels like its about to explode right out of her chest, specially as she leans in a little and he does too. Though delighted as his lips meets hers, Like a quiet confirmation. She of course kisses back, hugging his neck and melting as his arms wrap protectively around her waist.

By the end of the party, jerico has to leave, but not before Aaron hands her a piece of paper--Call me,Will you? -- he flirted,winking at her.

--I will--She promised with a smile tucking the paper on her pocket and waving at him as he left.

As both miles and her go down the stairs towards the entrance of his appartment building, her friend says--Did you seriously spend the whole night with my uncle?

--Why? You have a problem with that?

--No. I just have never seen his charm up close-- He shrugged.

--Your uncle is very charming-- she agreed,voice low and face red.

--Dont break his heart Will you?--He teased elbowing her softly on the ribs.

--Me? Tell your uncle not to break MY heart--She teased right back pushing his shoulder forcefully but with no intentions of hurting him.

--hey, need a lift back to aunt Mays?

--No. Im fine. -- she reassured-- thank you though, I had fun today

--y'sure did-- he joked extending her hand-- Text me when you get back

She shook his hand, doing their little handshake-- Will do, night miles

--Night

Jerico starts walking away, making sure to be out of sight when she starts climbing up the walls of buildings and soon jumping from building to building. Doing spins and other stunts mid air.

She takes a breather sitting on the edge of one of the buildings, looking at the city below. Jeri doesnt notice the figure looming behind her hidden in the shadows, scanning her to see if she was a threat.

He inches closer and closer and suddenly that odd ripple feeling in her head makes her notice danger was nearby. She turns around and sees a large figure, mask and sharp claws, she jumps in her place and stands up hands ready to defend herself.

The prowler... she recognized him. But theres something oddly familiar..Like she had seen him before a short while ago.

--I mean you no harm...-- he stated, voice low and distorted.

--Sure. Thats why you were in the shadows staring at me like a creep--she bit back , hearing a low distorted chuckle come from. The Man.

--Touche...but you look like someone im looking for...or at least your jacket does

--Well...im sure theres plenty of people with white leather jackets-- she takes a step to the side and gestures at her previous spot-- By all means Keep going on your way!

The prowler walks up to her and ruffles her hair. --Arent you adorable kiddo-- he teased before jumping off to the Next building.

And then something connects in her brain as she leaves. Aaron called her kiddo a lot. But..it was far fetched,he was a good Man...right? There was no way he was the prowler...

Shaking off her flusteredness, she keeps going until she reaches aunt mays house. Just by the time the sun rises. Jerico collapses on her bed and sighs audibly,she had enough for one day.

Some days pass after that, between making a plan to return to their dimentions jerico had barely any time to call and text Aaron. But, thankfully, when her glitching wasnt that bad she managed to hang out with him, and go on some few dates that defenetly were not dates.

But it all comes crashing down when the rest of the bad guys follow miles into May's home. It all happens so fast,battle, fights, things being thrown all throughout the house, miles leaves as The prowler chases him.

The news that Aaron was ,in fact, the prowler hadnt finish setting in yet in her brain. But,she follows after him to make sure miles was safe.

Yet...it all comes to a stop as Kingpin shoots Aaron. Jerico yells her lungs out stopping him mid fall, and with her help Miles brings his uncle to an alleyway.

She takes off her mask as tears go down her eyes--No...dont...-- she beggs holding his face in her hands. Miles had his own little dramatic moment with him, she was desperate to see him one last time.

--So it was you..--he gasps out with his last bits of breath-- that night on that building

--Yeah...--She whimpers -- Please dont leave...stay

--Man...Youre even more beautiful upclose--He whispers leaning in to press his forehead against hers.

--Shut up...Keep your strength..--She begs again holding his hands.

--Thank you for the time we spent together

--Aaron shut up! Just Keep breathing...

--you're amazing, kiddo. Dont forget that-- he gasps out before going limp in her arms, she sobbs loudly and cries her eyeballs out. That is until they hear Sirens and police approaching.

Miles and Jerico have to leave as Jeff chases him from behind, both swing from column to building. Tears in their eyes.

Some days pass before they all leave. During those days jerico doesnt come out of her room, she only talks to Noir and sometimes Penny. She eats in her room and does nothing but sketch moments she spent with aaron.

"--In my world there is no M.Jane-- she told Noir once-- No romantic interest...just me, N' I thought I had found it here...but apparently..no--"

One night however, she sneaks into Aaron's apparment, hopefully to be with his things and miss him less. But just as shes about to close the door she had stepped in from, she hears the clicking of a gun and a raspy voice-- Dont you dare move, turn around..

Jerico does as shes told, ready to slingweb the gun out of her assilants hand. But as her eyes meet the figure threatening her, she stops...its...!

--Aaron?! --She exclaims and suddenly the lights go on.

--Jerico?!--A very bruised Aaron mimicked-- the hell are you doing here?!-- he lowers the gun and holds his chest, evidently he had a hard time staying on his feet

--How the hell are you still alive?!--She runs up to him and helps him stand up.

--I barely survived...but I couldnt stay in the hospital or Kingpin would come to finish the job...--He explained-- Sorry I didnt tell you sooner or

--Aaron,shut up-- she commanded guiding him to his bedroom-- youre in no position to even text me...lay down, ill make some food for you

--You dont have to-

--Aaron Davis...you fucking died in my arms-- she stated once he was fully laid down-- youre going to let me make you some food, cuddle up with you and spend the night here,you understand?!-- her voice was broken,but she tried to make it sound firm, tears threaten to spill and her eyes are wide.

--I am so sorry-- He apologized pulling her in for a hug-- I didnt know you cared about me so much

--Are you kidding me...?-- she whimpered crying against his neck-- I care about you so much... theres nothing to apologize for...it wasnt in your controll

-- Im really sorry kiddo-- his hand Strokes her hair and his lips press against her cheek-- Please,go make that dinner

She smiles and kisses his forehead--On it handsome, you stay right here

And as she crosses the threshold of the bedroom entrance she hears--does it look like I can go anywhere?!

Jerico laughed loudly shaking her head--Alright Point taken!

After a good dinner (which, was one of the best food Aaron ever had) Both lay down on the bed. He holds her tight against his chest, she looks up and without thinking she kisses him. He gladly kisses back hugging her a little tighter.

--I love you-- he whispers against her hair.

--I love you too-- She mutters holding one of his hands.

--I know you have to go back to your dimention but...come visit, please-- he Begged softly.

--You know I Will. I'll find a way-- she promised-- now lets go rest

--Night kiddo

--night

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fqreverwinter · 3 years ago

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CARDIGAN

part one of the “lost in the memory” series

IN WHICH peter loses wendy

OR you find out your boyfriend’s infidelity.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: cursing

It was day three of refusing to leave your bed. The late summer sun shone through the cracks in your curtains, but you stayed under the covers. You clutched the sweatshirt in your hands as tears slowly rolled down your cheeks.

You knew this would happen eventually. Peter Parker was handsome, charming, and God-awfully insatiable. Nothing was ever enough for him.

It wasn't enough that you loved him with your whole heart. It wasn't enough that you were willing to break every rule to be with him. It wasn't enough that you were missing assignments, family events to spend time with him.

You weren't enough for him.

But, God, did you want to be.

You let yourself believe that you were enough for him. You gave him everything. And Peter did love you. To him, you were the most beautiful girl. He loved sneaking you out of your room at three in the morning to swing around the city, or skip down the sidewalk, or makeout on the rooftop.

But Peter loved attention, too. At school, he would ignore you to talk to as many people as possible. At a party, you were left in the corner while he goofed off with a group. It always took you by surprise, considering how much he hated crowds and socializing. But that insatiable need for attention kept him popular at all these places.

The little moments you shared alone are what kept you convinced that you were enough. He was always sweet when you least expected it. From stumbling home after a party to watching him skate at a construction site, you thought that all he needed was you.

"I love you," he slurred one night, placing a sloppy kiss on your hand. "You're the best girlfriend in the whole wide world."

"Peter," you giggled, stopping under a streetlight. "You're wasted."

"I know, but it's still true. I love, love, love you," he repeated, leaning in. You laughed again and wrapped your arms around his neck. All you tasted on his lips was the cheap vodka he drank all night, but he kissed you with so much love that you ignored it.

For the first seven months of your relationship, it seemed just like a dream. He'd spend weekends at your place; you'd spend nights in his car. The two of you loved to go on late night drives, pushing both of your curfews to the point that your mother started tracking your phone. But you didn't care; you were much too giddy to care.

You and Peter signed up for all the same classes at school. You made sure to sit next to each other and annoy the teacher by getting completely distracted during lessons.

"Mr. Parker," your civics teacher scolded the one day. The entire class turned to look at you two as your conversation abruptly stopped. "Am I going to have to move your seat? This is the third time this week I've had to stop class because of you two talking."

"No, ma'am. We'll stop."

"Good."

She resumed the lesson. Your face was beet red, but Peter started snickering. He looked over at you with that cheeky grin.

"That was so funny," he whispered.

"She could've written us up."

"Who cares? We're just having fun."

"I care, Peter," you whispered back.

"C'mon, darling, loosen up."

You didn't look at him as he continued to nudge your shoulder. Eventually, you cracked a smile. It was kind of funny, the way she just turned and snapped at you.

You hated that Peter was such an influence on your behavior. But you loved feeling so free around him. You were convinced he was the one, that you were going to marry him and have kids with him.

He was your best friend, the person that you trusted above everyone. He was always there for you, even when you spent nights crying in your bed over your absent father. Peter understood; his parents died when he was little, leaving him to be raised by his aunt and uncle. He craved that parental guidance just as much as you did.

Peter lifted you up on your worst nights. He would show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and your favorite candy bar, his brown eyes lit up. You always have him a big hug at the door before leading him to your room. He would just hold you while you laid in bed, running his hand through your hair and trying to soothe you.

"I love you," he'd whisper. "You're my favorite person in the world. You mean so much to me."

While you dealt with your feelings more internally, Peter dealt with his by being a complete extrovert. He was that life of the party through junior year: the guy that could hold a conversation with absolutely anyone. Girls swooned over his infectious smile and little quirks. You were constantly reminding them that you were his girlfriend.

There was one girl in particular that Peter clicked with: Gwen Stacy. She was a textbook sweetheart, with bright blue eyes, perfect blonde hair, and the best grades in the class. She was already in a major science internship and had colleges begging her to attend their schools. Gwen was always talking to Peter, always offering him help on homework and always making him laugh during class. It annoyed you to no end.

You really liked Gwen, though. She gave you answers to the math homework whenever you didn't feel like doing it. She saved a seat for you at lunch if you didn't have one. She seemed to respect the fact that you were dating Peter, but that didn't stop them from getting close.

But you tried your best to ignore it. Peter was still devoted to you, after all. You were the one that he'd stay up until the sunrise talking to, the one that he'd play childish games with just to see you smile.

"I'm gonna marry Peter someday," you told your mom at dinner one night. "I just—I know he's the one."

"Sweetheart, you're barely seventeen," she said with a laugh. "You don't know anything about real love yet."

"That's not true. I love Peter. I can't see myself with anyone else."

"I don't know. You're so young. A lot of things can change before you get married."

Her comments made you mad. You knew a lot more than she thought. You knew Peter was the one, but you also knew that being in a lengthy relationship with him was not going to be easy. You knew that no matter what happened, he was going to leave a mark on you forever.

But you didn't know that he was already lying to you.

The jealousy started to poison your mind. Your future plans stayed at the forefront of your thoughts, reassuring you that Peter loved you and wanted a life with you. But the way he spoke to other girls, the way he pushed you aside to talk skating with his friends, all became too much.

And for how much Peter ignored you for others, you still couldn't get him to go to a school dance.

"Pete, please?" you begged him the night before your spring semi-formal. "We don't have to stay the whole time. I just want to go, take some pictures with friends, and dance for a little bit. Nothing else."

"You know how much I hate dances," he answered.

"Yeah, I do. It's why I skipped homecoming and winter formal. I just want to do this one thing."

"And I'm not stopping you. I'm just not gonna go."

"Can't you do anything I want?!" you almost yelled. "Peter, this means a lot to me. I really want you to go."

He rolled his eyes and stood up. "I gave you my answer. I'll see you in homeroom."

You were left in tears in your floor as he left your house. You called your best friend to rant, and she assured you that you wouldn't be alone at the dance.

So you went anyway. You hung out with your friends and danced to the awful music the DJ played, but you missed Peter. Something in you prayed that he would show up and sweep you off your feet, but he never did. Luckily, Flash Thompson agreed to be your dance partner for a few songs.

You always got along with Flash; Peter never did. You didn't understand why. He kept claiming that Flash was in love with you and wanted to steal you from him. You told him he was crazy; Flash was your friend since preschool.

As junior year ended and summer began, Peter became distant. He no longer spent nights with you. He rarely texted or called. He stopped showing up at your door and holding you when you were upset. It made you so stressed at a time when you were supposed to be enjoying life.

On the occasion that Peter actually spent time with you, you made sure to make the most of it. You'd take him on late walks through your neighborhood, dancing along the cobblestone streets while holding his hand. It was as if you were trying to convince him that you were his girlfriend, that you were worthy of his time. You never asked where he was disappearing to all of a sudden; you just wanted to reinforce your importance to him.

But as summer came to an end, you got a damning message from Inez Hardy.

Inez was your school's local gossip. She somehow knew everything about everyone, and she loved to start drama. You never had a problem with her, so you didn't know why she texted you, then subsequently called you.

"I felt like I needed to tell you in-person rather than text," she said.

"What do you mean?" you asked as you took a seat on your bed.

"Well, there's no way to put this plainly. Peter's cheating on you."

You scoffed, "Inez, please. There's no need to start anything."

"I'm serious! He's dating Gwen Stacy, too. My sister saw them hanging out at the mall last week, and then I saw them myself, driving around in her car."

"A-Are you sure it was Peter?" you asked, the story sounding a little more believable.

"I'm positive. I'm so sorry."

"Okay. Goodbye," you said quickly, ending the call. Your heart shattered into a million pieces. With tears in your eyes, you burst into your mom's bedroom and told her everything.

Later that night, Peter stopped by for the first time in almost a week. He met you with a smile as you opened the door, but you stayed stoic. You stepped outside and shut the door.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I think you know."

"I honestly don't, babe, that's why I'm asking."

You rolled your eyes, "You and Gwen?"

His face fell. "How-How did you know?"

"Inez told me."

Peter scoffed, “So you’re gonna believe her? Really?”

“Well you’re not exactly denying it!”

“She spreads rumors, babe.”

“Is it a rumor?!”

He paused then looked down. “No.”

Tears began to form in your eyes at his confession. You cursed yourself for being so stupid, for falling for his tricks while being aware of his insatiable need for attention.

“God, Peter, how could you do this to me?! I love you! Am I not enough?!”

“No! You are!” he fired back. “I just—I just…”

“You just what?”

“I felt…pressured. She swept me up. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Well, you did. So congrats. And get the fuck away from my house.”

“What?! No! Can’t we talk about this?”

“What is there to talk about?” you asked, crossing your arms. “You cheated on me. There’s no coming back. Goodnight, Peter.”

Before he had a chance to respond, you stepped back inside and slammed the door in his face.

You spent the rest of that week depressed and in your room. You loved Peter so much; you didn't want to break up with him. But it was clear that dating him would only hurt you. You refused to accept it.

Something in you told you that he'd come back to you eventually. Peter was just an insatiable attention-seeker. He loved you. Once the thrill of a secret relationship with Gwen died down, you knew he'd crawl right back and beg for your forgiveness.

A knock came to your door. You looked over and saw your best friend Mary Jane step into your room.

"I'm here to cheer you up," she announced, throwing open your shades. "I'm sick of you sitting here crying while it's 90° outside."

"MJ," you groaned. "I can't."

"No. I'm not letting some stupid boy ruin our summer. This is our last one before graduation! You need to enjoy it."

"I miss him," you whispered, feeling the tears start again.

Mary Jane huffed and sat on the edge of your bed. "Enough of the wallowing. Let's throw a party. That way, you can drink and have fun and forget about that asshole.”

"No," you muttered.

"That wasn't a question. We're doing it. I'll take care of everything else if we have it here."

You shook your head.

"I'm serious! This is happening, whether you like it or not. Now go take a shower so we can grab some lunch."

"MJ—."

She grabbed your arm and pulled you up. She stared at you with her icy blue eyes until you groaned and stood up.

"Fine. But I can't guarantee I'm going to enjoy it."

"Don't care!"

You sighed and made your way to the bathroom, turning on the shower. A little spark in you was excited for the party. Peter couldn’t stay away from events like this—especially if it meant he could see you.

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luminouslune · 2 years ago

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𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓮 𝓐 ☁︎

┆Reaction to you getting hurt┆ The reader is gender neutral┆Pt.1┆

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Yorch♥︎

You we're in the kitchen chopping up some vegetables. All of the boys in the dorm had voted you to cook the meal today because apparently they had liked your cooking. JJ and Sangwon were in the background arguing about who knows what. You got distracted by looking at the boys argue with each other that you completely forgot you had a knife in your hand. You put the knife down to continue with the food but you ended up cutting your finger. It didn't take long for the blood to start spilling out. "Shit!" You exclaimed. You had ran over to the sink as fast as possible. "Y/n? Are you okay?" Yorch had walked in, the first think he had landed his eyes on was the blood on the cutting board. He ran over to you taking your injured hand. He had taken you along to the bathroom for the first aid kit. "Be more careful next time okay?" He said focusing on cleaning off you finger with an alcohol wipe. "Yeah I will, sorry." You replied sheepishly. He smiled at you after placing the bandage on. Yorch kissed your for head before leaving.

Leo♥︎ You're really clumsy in general so it's not much of a surprise when Leo walked in to see you on the ground with a huge bruise on your leg. "Wish what happened now?" Leo asked with a small chuckle. "Eh it's nothing I just tripped." You replied. "That's it? Jeez what the hell did you land on to make that bad of a bruise?" He said running his thumb over the bruise gently. "I don't wanna talk about it." You chuckled. He smiled at you. "I'll go get some ice for you." He said, leaving the room. Woochan♥︎ You and Woochan had just met up at his house. "Y/nn!" The boy exclaimed, attacking you in a hug. "Hi baby." You replied, hugging him back. Suddenly he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his room. You sat down on his bed awkwardly. "Jeez your room has changed a lot." You claimed, looking around. "Yeah, nothing stays the same forever in my room. C'mon." He said grabbing your hand to follow him out the window. There was a small blanket on the roof with some snacks. "Jeez you're so cheesy." You said, giggling. You continued to climb the roof until you tripped on a peice of wood. You collided to the ground with a small 'oof'. "Oh my gosh are go okay?" Woochan asked worridly. You smiled. "Yeah I'm fine, don't worry." Jihoon♥︎ "Y/n? Please come here." Your teacher said. "Yes ma'am." You said nervously. "Can you please explain why you were passing notes in class?" The teacher asked sternly. You looked down at your shoes. "I'm sorry Miss, I really am." You said as low as a whisper. "I forgive you, but I'm afraid I'll have to send you to detention." She said handing you a slip. You sighed and walked out of the classroom. "My mom is going to kill me." You said to no one in particular. You opened the door to the room. "Babe? What the hell are you doing in here?" You looked up quickly. Of course Jihoon was in here. He so stupid, he gets in trouble almost every day. But you love him. "It's noth-ouch!" You exclaimed, pulling your hand to your chest. You had smashed your fingers in between the door. "You good?" He asked, taking your hand. "Y-yeah I'm fine thanks love." James♥︎ Somehow you and James got locked in a library. Cliché isn't it? You two were sitting at a table still trying to figure out what to do. James had tried to force the doors open repeatedly. "We should just wait it out."You suggested. The boy sighed in defeat. "Yeah you're right." James replied. You layed your head on his shoulder. "I don't mind being locked in a library, at least I'm here with you." You said with a stupid smile on your face. "Jeez you're a dork." James said, ruffling your hair. You turned you look up at him but you ended up hitting your head with his jaw. You hissed at the sudden pain, holding your head. You looked at each other and started laughing.

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tshihiro · 2 years ago

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EESOME – (adj.) pleasing to the eye

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"yan kasi.. ayaw bumangon, napagalitan tulo- AY!-" ( That's what you get for not waking u- AH!- ) You hit your sister behind the head, preventing her from continuing whatever teasing remark she was going to spit next.

"Bilisan niyo na, baka makasalubong niyo pa yung teacher niyo." ( Hurry up, you might end up bumping into your teacher on the way. ) Your mother sat with you and your sister, taking a sip from her coffee.

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"No because, ang gwapo niya! Especially kapag naglalaro." ( No because, he's so handsome! Especially when he's playing. ) Aika, the dark haired girl walking beside you, your best friend and chismis provider, going at it with her obsession with another guy.

She'll get over him.

"I'm telling you (name)..``He's different, I feel it!" You joined in, barely speaking over Aika's voice. She did this much more often than it looks, she'd tell you all about cute guys she'd see. She wasn't wrong though, he is different. That because she didn't spot him in BGC, but in the school's basketball court.

"Different daw.. Porket di mo nakita sa mall, di ibig sabihin iba agad. landi mo." ( Different my ass.. Just because you didn't see him in the mall, doesn't mean he's any different. You flirt.. ) You whispered the last part, rolling your eyes at Aika who pouted. Of course, you didn't mean anything you said, it was your way of joking with her or with everyone

"Oo nga! Sabi pa niya 'See you next time?' PARANG OFFER OH MY GOOOD-" ( He is! And he even said 'See you next time?' AS IF IT WAS AN OFFER ) your brain muffled the rest of her chatter

Why do I even try?

"Sumama ka kaya sakin mamaya, manood tayo ng practice niya!" ( Why don't you come with me later, let's watch him practice! ) Aika walked faster, being caught up in her blabbering making her get behind.

"Manood ng practice?-" ( watch them practice? ) You scoffed, "Aika, kilala mo ba siya? What about his group of friends? Baka mamaya pinapaasa ka niyan." ( Aika, do you even know this guy? Maybe he's just putting your hopes up. ) You wouldn't really admit it, but you were worried for your best friend. Sure, there were times you two have eyed some guys, sometimes happening to see them multiple times out of sheer coincidence. But never did you two actually follow one.

Maybe she followed some when she would go out without you. which you highly doubt due to always going out with her but still

"Well.. Parang may nakita ako mga kasama niya kahapon. Mga apat (4) ata sila. Pero I'm not sure." ( Well.. I'm pretty sure I saw some of his friends yesterday. I think there were four (4) of them? But I'm not sure. ) Aika says, as if completely not hearing the last part. Just when you were about to open your mouth to speak, the bell rung, which meant you two had to separate until the end of class. This was your last anyway, you'd be able to meet this guy and get home right after.

"Shet.. (name)! mamaya ah!" ( Shit.. (name)! later, okay?! ) You waved to Aika as you walked away.

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RRIING!

"And that concludes our lesson for today. Wag niyo kalimutan ah!" ( don't forget it! ) A horrible string of "Ingat ma'am!"s and goodbyes overlapped as everyone exited the classroom. Some students even holding hands and saying stuff along the lines of "Kita ulet bukas, love"

kadiri amputa.

You walk out of the room, with a slightly disgusted look on your face upon hearing the two as you fixed the strap of your bag that hung from your shoulder.

Baka matakasan ko pa si Aika pag inagahan ko uwi ko. ( maybe I could sneak out if I go home early. ) You thought, completely missing your bestfriend who leaned on the wall just by the stairs, grabbing your wrist, causing you to a halt.

"Aha! kala mo matatakasan mo ko ah. Bilis!" ( Aha! thought you could worm your way out of this one ah? C'mon, hurry! ) Without even a chance to protest, Aika began dragging you down the stairs, you even ended up bumping into every other student that was making their way up.

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You don't even know how you ended up in the court, you only assumed you did when Aika's running turned into walking and when you started hearing the squeaking of shoes against rubber flooring.

"Tangina.. Ai-Aika.. lahat nalang.. nabangga natin.." ( Fuck... Ai-Aika.. We bumped into.. everything.. ) You gasped for air as you sat down beside her, dropping your bag right by your feet.

"Nasan na un.. AY! (NAME)! TIGNAN MO, TIGNAN MO GAGO UN SIYA!" ( Where is he.. AY! (NAME)! LOOK, LOOK! BITCH THERE HE IS! ) Aika grabbed your knee, squealing as she pointed to the guy she said she saw the last day. And You'd be lying if you said she was wrong about his looks

"Ano pangalan niya?" ( What's his name? ) You eyes followed him along the court, shit he was tall compared to his opponents.

"Aaron something ata.. Nakalimutan ko na yung last name heh." ( I think it was Aaron? I forgot his last name, heh ) Aika said, watching Aaron the game attentively before a whistle shortly went off, making her jump.

"Tanginang referee nananakot. Bilis, greet natin siya!" Aika grabbed your hand, tugging it, prompting you to stand.

You did as asked, grabbing your bag and hanged it on your shoulder dusting your behind. You turn to look for Aaron, who was now talking to four (4) guys, they were wearing the same formal uniform as you.

Baka sila yung friends na sinasabi ni Aika. ( Maybe they were his friends that Aika talked about earlier )

"Aaron!-" "Hoy ang ingay mo gago nakakahiya!" ( Dude you're being loud it's embarassing! ) "Hayaan mo lang, bilis!" ( They won't care, hurry! )

You rolled your eyes at Aika, you felt eyes all over both of you, it was embarassing well maybe only for you.

"Huh?" "Sinong Aaron?-``Si Z ata ung hanap." ( which Aaron?- I think she's looking for Z. )

"Aika.. Nanonood ka pala." ( Aika.. So you were watching? ) He said, turning to your dark haired friend who nodded excitedly.

"Aba aba, may girlfriend na pala si Z! Swerte mo dude!" A guy with a backwards cap spoke, patting Aarons back.

"Congrats bro, didn't think you had it in you." Another guy with blonde hair spoke, giving Aaron a smile.

You looked at Aika, confused. Boyfriend?! Kakakilala palang nila! Mga gago ata tong puta- ( Boyfriend?! They just met! These assholes must be fucking stupid- )

"Girlfriend mo mukha mo. Kakakilala lang namin." ( Girlfriend? We just met. ) Aaron said, causing the two to fall silent awkwardly.

"A-ah.. Ganun ba?.. Sorry miss. Gusto mo, sakin ka nalang? ARAY!-" (A-ah.. Is that so?.. Sorry miss. If you want, you can be mine instead? OUCH!- ) With the curly haired guy's horrible attempt at hitting on your friend, he received a hit on the back of his head from a dark skinned guy a fade haircut. Holy shit ang gwapo

"Pasensya na sakanya, may sira sa utak eh" ( sorry for him, he has something wrong in the brain ) "HOY-" He gave you two an apologetic smile, keeping his hand on the other head. Tangina ang cute oh my fucking go-

"Kaibigan ko nga pala, Si Jesse-" ( my friends, Jesse- ) The blonde haired guy smiled.

"T, parehas kami ng first name kaya Z nalang tawag niyo sakin." ( T, we have the same first name, so just call me Z. ) Z gestured to the curly haired guy.

"Tae young, lumipat from Korea. Nakakaintindi naman ng tagalog, pero English siya most of the time." ( Tae young, he moved from Korea. He kinda understands tagalog but speaks English most of the time. ) A bleached blonde guy waved, he was cute ngl.

"And Robaire."

Robaire. Bagay sakanya, he can rob the air from me hehhehehs- Tangina ano? Sira ulo ka ata (name), nahawa ka sa kalandian ni Aika. Ay- gago nakatingin sakin ano gagawinkongngitibakoputagumalawkatigilanmongayangkakatinginmogagoperoanggwaponiyaahinfairnesshuehsjhhshs

"(name)? Uy!" Aika snapped her fingers infront of you, pulling you out of your trance.

"Ha?" "Ano na? Nakatulala ka beh." "Ano ba gagawin?" "Gagala daw, dadaanin ung Jollibee libre daw nila." "A-ah sige, go lang, sasama ako."

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rogue-durin-16 · 4 years ago

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AN UNUSUAL YEAR (Part I/V)

Summary: After having little to no interest on girls for five years, Fred suddenly feels the need to nag the shit out of a certain witch, completely oblivious to the reason behind it.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: fluff (+ enemies to lovers)

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Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: none

A/N: I'm currently going through a Harry Potter fever ('tis the damn season), so I thought I'll write something. I might write more of this story, (maybe turn it into a multipart) we'll see. If you'd like to be tagged in this, let me know.

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

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I had always supposed that reaching the sixth year at Hogwarts meant subjects would get way more demanding and complex, and I to be proven right, only two weeks in were needed.

Added to the usual difficulties, we would be hosting The Triwizard Tournament. Having the castle be almost twice as crowded as the other years, when all you crave is a quiet spot to study, wasn't ideal.

As I said, the first two weeks were already hard enough.

During the third week though, believe it or not, things got even worse —and our guests hadn't even arrived yet.

The Slytherin common room was quieter than the library these days, that's the sole reason why, at 3:35 pm, my best friend and I were already making our way there.

To our luck, we arrived just in time to see the two redheaded troublemakers par excellence high-fiving each other besides my common room's entrance.

"What on Merlin's beard are you two doing here?!" Both of them jumped at the sight of two Slytherins.

"The question is what are YOU doing here?" One of them questioned back, probably attempting to distract us. "You two should be in the library."

"What did you do?" I squinted my eyes at them and, while one raised his hands in surrender, the other just shrugged.

"Nothing." He motioned at our door nonchalantly. "If you don't believe me, check it yourself."

My friend and I shared a reluctant look, and before I could say anything, she was heading to the door.

"Mathilda wait—" I gasped when she sunk into what appeared to be the stone floor.

"Okay now, I wasn't expecting her to actually do it." When I attempted to step forward, a hand on my forearm prevented me from it.

"Don't step further." He warned. "Just in case."

"I'm not stupid." I hissed before grabbing my wand, which made the tall redhead back off. "Revelio." Slowly, a swamp was revealed to be where the entrance hall to the Slytherin common room was supposed to.

Now that it was visible, both twins hurried to get my friend out of their giant prank.

"Get rid of this." I ordered as they pulled her up, her bottom half covered in mud.

"Pffft... no?" One of them scoffed, walking away from Mathilda and stepping closer to me. "It's a masterpiece. It stays."

"If it stays, I will throw you into your masterpiece." I threatened, putting my wand back in my pocket.

"Oh, I'd love to see you try."

I glared at him, partially because I hated that cocky attitude these two —specially him— always exhibited, but also because I had to look up in order to make eye contact.

"Listen Weasley,"

"It's Fred." Oh what would I give to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

"I don't care." Refusing to step back as he clearly wanted to achieve by towering me, I stepped forward, lightly pushing him back with one hand. "You will remove this from here or I will walk right now to the Potions Classroom and split on you."

The twins seemed to have a silent conversation with their eyes only. After a moment of silence, the one with my friend spoke. "We'll get rid of it right now and you won't say anything." I nodded, my eyes still fixed on Fred's. "Just so we're clear, this was not set up for you."

"The next one will be, though." Fred assured me with an almost wicked smile. "I'll make sure you can't use the revelio on it."

"Is that a promise, Weasley?" I asked in an unconsciously defying tone.

"You can be sure of it, Y/l/n."

"It's Y/n." I retorted, mocking him.

"I don't care." I rolled my eyes when he did the same, finally breaking eye contact with him.

"C'mon Thilda," I held out my hand to her "let's see if someone can sneak us into the Ravenclaw common room."

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"You think Fred meant it?" Mathilda inquired, the worry slipping through her words as she played with her breakfast.

"I doubt so." Angelina, who was sitting in front of us, replied without even looking up from her quidditch history book. "They seem more trouble than they are, really." I scoffed; it was easier for her to say that; she was a Griffindor after all. "Deep down they're nice sort, Y/n. They won't pick up on you for ruining a prank."

"I don't trust them."

"I'm not saying you have to—" Angelina jumped slightly when a wad of paper hit my face.

"You were saying?" I grunted, making eye contact with the red haired boy waving at me from the Griffindor table.

When I opened the wad, it read:

'miss me? —Fred ;)'.

"Look at his smug face." I hissed. "I'm gonna-"

"Ignore him. You're gonna ignore him." Angelina finished, fairly unconcerned. "I assure you he'll get bored in less then two days if he can't get a reaction out of you."

For the sake of having breakfast in peace, I only dedicated him a fake smile and did as my friend said. It seemed to work, until it was time to leave for class.

"We should get moving." Mathilda spoke, putting her plate aside and picking up her things as I did the same.

"I have a free period now." Angelina informed us. "Or as free as it can be. You?"

"Divination. Y/n?"

"Charms— Fuck." I whined as something dawned on me. "Those gits are in my class." I spared them a glare. "If they ruin my favorite subject I'm gonna—" a sudden splash of water on my face left my shirt soaked for at least the next hour. "You got the nerve—!" I yelled at the guy who was already making eye contact with me.

"I do, indeed!" He cut me off, winking at me from across the table, his chin resting on the palm of his hand with a teasing grin dancing on his lips as he asked, "what are you gonna do now, Y/l/n?" His twin brother, though I could only see his back, was clearly not enjoying this behavior.

Mathilda checked my gaze, dreading the worst. "Y/n, don't. You're gonna make Slytherin lose points." She knew the warning wouldn't do much, but at least she had tried.

Angelina, instead of backing our friend and try to calm me down, got up and walked to the table where the Weasleys sat.

FRED'S P.O.V.

"I hope you know you're dead." Angie stood in front of me, before using her book to tap my brother's arm. "George, move."

"What?"

The three of us spared a look at Y/n, who had, ignoring McGonagall yells, stepped over her table to get to us.

"Move. Now."

"Ssshit." My brother moved just in time for Y/n to repeat the same forward move on our table.

It's not as if I didn't have the time to move and run away, she hadn't rushed; on the contrary, she walked calmed and composed, and still I did not move an inch.

I guess a part of me wanted to know what she'd do to me.

"Look at you." I began to wind her up again when she climbed off the table on my side, sitting down on its surface with her shoes over the bench. "Doing the impossible to be near me, how romant—"

My sentence died off abruptly as a handful of scrambled eggs was mashed against my face.

I heard a burst of laughs around me. "Blimey! I'm sorry, Fred," she feigned worry, smearing what I assumed were the remaining rests of my breakfast all over my chest. "I hope you're not late to Charms because of this." She whispered near my ear, making a shiver go down my spine when her breath hit my neck. "See you there, yeah?"

Her hand squeezed my shoulder and her fingers ran over my shoulder blades as she walked away.

I felt a napkin placed in my hand and I was quick to remove as much scrambled eggs as possible from my face, just in time to see Y/n exiting the Great Hall with McGonagall jogging after her.

"You know?" Lee asked, drawing my attention. "Picking up on the girl you fancy is kind of a toddler strategy."

"Yeah, Fred," my brother agreed. "you're not an eighth year-old anymore."

"And you chose the wrong girl to nag" Angie added," if you keep it up, she will surely kill you." She held back a teasing smile. "And you should be careful" she nudged George. "I don't think she can tell you both apart, you can end up as collateral damage."

"But you wouldn't let that happen, would you?" I rolled my eyes when George scooted closer to our quidditch chaser.

"Depends on how annoying you are." She faked indifference as my brother searched for her eyes.

"I don't fancy her." I not-so-randomly stated. "But I can't stop pranking her now that she ruined my breakfast."

"You can and you will, Weasley." I jolted at McGonagall's voice behind me. "Twenty points from Gryffindor." At least I'm not grounded, I thought. "And you're grounded for the rest of the week."

"But Y/n— Ouch!" my brother kicked me under the table so I would shut it.

"Y/l/n has received her fair share of punishment, too, Weasley." The professor gave me a poorly masked, disgusted look. "Go and..." She waved her hand "Clean yourself up, Y/l/n will inform professor Flitwick about this incident. And Weasley," She stared at my brother. "Aren't you supposed to be heading to Charms too?"

"Yes ma'am." He replied, throwing everything into his bag, getting up and rushing out of there, not before grabbing his robe.

"The day's promising." I groaned, handing my things over to Angelina so I could go to the bathroom.

"You made the day promising by messing with a Slytherin, you twit." She pointed out, putting my things over hers. "Now go clean those eggs from your shirt."

"Aye, mother!" I headed off before Angie could add anything else to the conversation, loosening my tie as I moved forward.

As I cleaned off everything I could in the nearest bathroom, a random thought slipped into my mind.

Had Y/n been punished too? And if so, would we fullfil the punishment together? It seemed logical that if one of us got grounded, the other one would get grounded too; consequently, it would only make sense for us to—

Shut it. I mumbled to my own mind.

I didn't care. I did not care if she was punished or not. It was none of my business.

I don't fancy her, I thought to myself once again.

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atlatus · 3 years ago

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Disease

Character: Xiao

Pronouns: They/them

Post type: Angst

The green haired man opens his eyes to an unfamiliar scenery. He was on the ground, trees covering his surroundings, he can't seem to remember how he got here. Pushing himself up with his arms, he stands up, walking towards the crowd of trees.

While walking through the forest, he finally sees light. The adeptus runs towards it, arriving to see unusual contraptions¹ that he has never seen before. He furrows his eyebrows, 'Where am I? What is this place?' Due to his unusual appearance and clothing, a bystander unsurprisingly notices him. "Excuse me sir, are you perhaps lost?" He turns around, his eyes narrowing, "Who are you?" They're eyes widen, "Oh, sorry! I haven't introduced myself. My name's (F/N)." They smile.

He looks at them suspiciously, ". . . . My name is Xiao." (F/N)'s eyes widen a bit before smiling, "What a nice name! Won't you come with me? It's a bit cold out tonight." They propose. Though the adeptus is cautious, he nods. They giggle, holding out their hand, "Now, let's get you somewhere warm."

After about 2 weeks with Xiao, you decided to try and convince your parents to get him into to your school. Even though you're quite calm most of the time, you were determined to convince them. Your parents sigh before nodding, beaming with excitement, you rush to the guest room. Knocking on the door frantically, Xiao opens it, clearly agitated. "What do you want?" You smile, "Hey hey! You're going to my school now!"

He furrows his eyebrows, "I don't see the reason for me to go to school." Pushing the door the close it but you caught it with your foot, "C'mon~, it won't be that bad." You say. He rolls his eyes sighing before nodding. Your heart beats with excitement.

Xiao's first day in school has finally arrived, wearing different clothes made him itch a bit. He's isn't used to this type of attire.

Looking up at the school, surprised at the size of it. His face made you giggle a bit, "Alright, let's go." They both walk up to the entrance, you open the door for him. He narrows his eyes a bit before continuing on through the hallway. Immediately, people started noticing him, some observing his face while others looked more shocked.

'Hey doesn't that guy look like that character in Genshin?'

'Is he a cosplayer or something?'

'I have to take a picture with him!'

'Oh my god, he looks so cute!'

The whispering got louder and louder, 'Why is everyone staring at me like that?' Finally arriving to his classroom, you both enter. The sound of the door opening got the attention of everyone, the teacher looked over at the door, "Ah, you must be the new student! I'm Mr. Johnson, I'll be your teacher this school year!"

Xiao looked uneasy and uncomfortable, you quickly pat him on the back before sending him a reassuring smile, quietly telling him "It'll be alright."

"Now, would you mind introducing yourself?" The green haired man nods a bit before saying, "My name is Xiao, it's a pleasure to meet you." Some people in the classroom start whispering to their friends, "Oh my god, no way is it actually him?" "How did he even get here?" They were beaming with excitement.

"Well, nice to meet you Xiao! Why don't you sit next to your friend there. They sit at the corner seat over there." You smile before guiding him to where you're sitting. The teacher quickly quiets the class down before starting the lesson.

Xiao unsurprisingly got popular, many people would crowd around him to either talk to him, ask to hang out, or take pictures. He was quickly overwhelmed with the attention but got used to it after a few days. He started gaining friends fast and wasn't able to be with you anymore. Though you are glad he's happy, you can't brush off the feeling in the pit of your stomach. It feels like thorns poking in your chest and throat. You despised it. Not only did it hurt, but it made you feel like throwing up.

Everyday, you miss his conversations with you. Watching from afar with jealousy evident in your eyes. It's the same cycle everyday, people crowding him when you both arrive to the school. He

doesn't even look at you anymore. You feel like a ghost, no one acknowledging your existence, you're basically just. . . there.

One day, the urge to throw up made you lurch forward, putting a hand on your lips. You stand up quickly before running to the restroom. Kneeling down in front of the toilet, you throw up the, coughing and gagging. You look in the toilet bowl, eyes suddenly going wide. 'Flowers? What the hell-' Panic quickly flows through your body, 'What is this? Am I gonna die?' You reach for your phone in your pocket, searching up 'throwing up flowers'. The first result is something called the Hanahaki Disease. The article states that, "Hanahaki disease is a disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated." Your eyes scan through the article again, 'Unrequited or one-sided love?' You start to panic again, 'I won't be able to breath if this is untreated?' Your breathing becomes uneven and shaky, your expression suddenly turns into one that's sad, 'Does this mean Xiao. . . doesn't like me back?. . .'

Looking at the article again, you see 'cures for the disease', "Hanahaki can be cured through surgical removal of the plants' roots, but this excision also has the effect of removing the patient's capacity for romantic love. It may also erase the patient's feelings for and memories of the enamoured. It can also be cured by the reciprocation of the victim's feelings. These feelings cannot be feelings of friendship but must be feelings of genuine love."

'I can get them surgically removed, but, what's the point? I'll lose my feelings for him. I don't want to. I like it when my heart thumps whenever he smiles, or whenever he pouts in embarrassment due to a teasing comment from me. I don't.. I don't want these feelings to end.'

The ongoing thought of you losing your feelings for him made you cringe. '

Is it too late?'

Throughout a month, the condition only got worse. Throwing up these petals made you feel sick, it feels like God is planning to take your life right then and there. Xiao doesn't even talk to you anymore, you see him in the house sometimes but he's outside most of the time. The disease affected your mental and physical health, you were noticeably skinny and tired. The bags under your eyes proved it. Your parents have tried to talk to you about it but, you refuse to say anything.

The desire to keep feeling love made you like this. Your grades have dropped and now you lost all your friends, they're all too caught up with Xiao. At this point, you gave up on getting help. This whole situation will end when you die. You plan to talk to Xiao once more before you pass.

Two months. . .

It's been two months now. . .

The condition worsened greatly. Flower petals littered your room. You looked sickly, almost like a dead body. Well, that's what you're going to be in a couple days. . .

Using all your strength, you lift yourself up. "Need. . to go. . talk to. . Xiao." Right now, Xiao was with his friends. Luckily, you slipped a note in his locker the day before-

Meet me on top of hill tomorrow at 5:30 p.m.

- Sincerely, (F/N)

You had followed him when he opened his locker, he shrugged before stuffing the note into his backpack. You hoped that he would listen to it. If he doesn't show up today, you'll die happily knowing he is happy without you. His happiness is more important than your feelings or life.

You arrived at the hill. Looking at your watch, '5:15. Guess I'm early.' You sit down on top of it, looking at the sun slowly setting.

After a few minutes, you hear footsteps. Turning around, you see Xiao, his face neutral and calm. He then sat beside you, "So, what did you need?" He asks. You look back at the sun before smiling, "Have you enjoyed your time here?" Though your throat is aching, you still managed to say something.

He seems confused, "Of course I have. I've never been this

happy. ." Knowing he's happy made you feel relieved. To think that you found him in front of a forest, confused and cautious. It almost made you tear up.

"I'm happy that you are, Xiao."

You both stay silent, "Xiao, before I go, whatever happens after, promise me you'll be happy. I can't stand seeing you with a frown." You say with a raspy voice.

". . .Of course."

You find yourself laying on a hospital bed. You try to move but your body is too sore. Your ears perked up to muffled talking, "I'm sorry sir, ma'am but the kid is going to be gone soon. The Hanahaki disease already clogged up most of the patients lungs. We can either surgically remove it or-" The doctor was quickly cut off, "Surgically remove it! Please save them! Just remove the damn flowers, please!" You heard your mom scream.

"Ma'am, we have to get the patients consent. Removing the flowers will cause the patients enamored feelings for their-" The doctor was cut off once again, "I don't care anymore! Just please, save my kid!"

The argument was ongoing before you stored up all your strength and spoke, "M-mom. . . I don't want my. . . feelings to go. . . away." Your voice was barely audible, but they heard it. Your mom rushes over to your bed (despite the doctors warnings), "(F/N)! Don't be like that! Your life is more important!"

Tears start welling up your mom's eyes, "Please don't leave us. . ."

You stare at her before smiling, "It's okay mom, besides-" You cough, "It's already. . . too late." Despair was evident in your mothers face.

"Oh and. . . before I go. . . tell Xiao to stay happy. . . and that I love him."

The lights started to go dim, eyes slowly closing before your slow breathing stopped-

Permanently.

Your funeral was held at a nearby cemetery. Your coffin was the color brown, a glass covering the top of it so they could see you. Xiao was there, staring at your face. When he got the news that you died, his world fell apart. He thought this was just some sick joke, but the body in the coffin proved him wrong. He could faintly see flower petals near your mouth.

Your funeral and seeing your body is what made Xiao cry and scream out in agony and sadness. "No No NO! (F/N) don't leave me!! Please tell me this is a joke please! (F/N)! I love you please don't leave!"

He prayed and prayed that you would wake up. . .

But his prayers weren't heard.

One week after your funeral, Xiao's whole demeanor changed. He was a calm boy who would speak only when spoken to. But now, he doesn't speak. He ignores all his friends, he ignores your parents, he ignores everyone. He stays cooped up in your room. Sleeping on your bed and smelling your scent that lingers on it. Oh how he misses talking to you, your bright smile was what made him feel alive.

He was laying on your bed one day (as usual) and for some reason, he felt a bit sick. He brushed it off thinking it would go away in a few hours. But it only got worse.

He rushes to the bathroom then looks at the mirror. He looks terrible, bags under his eyes and skin looking a bit pale. He suddenly lurches forward, coughing and gagging.

He looks down and laughs a bit. Petals, beautiful petals covered in blood.

Looks like he's going to suffer with this disease as well. . .

Unusual contraptions¹ - cars

#xiao x reader #genshin impact #gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #bitter angst #isekai

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manga-gamer · 4 years ago

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Let Me Teach You (Sukuna x Black!Reader)

Note: I might make the whole "Yuuji and your black fam" a series

Also, the "re-nigga" thing is actually something my step-dad has said

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You walked into your boyfriend's dorm, holding a deck of cards. You were hoping to teach him how to play-

"Hey, cutie."

You looked at by on the bed, but the markings on the face tipped you off. Sukuna was in control now. You sighed and moved towards him.

"Hey, Sukuna."

"Sup (Y/N). Why'd you come into the brat's room?"

"Wanted to teach him something. How'd you take over?"

"Easier when he's asleep. What'd you want to teach him?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Cause I'm bored. Also, if I leave this room, I will be attacked by at least three sorcerers."

You nodded and sighed, "I was gonna teach My Little Curse how to play Spades. My family plays it a lot."

Sukuna made a face when you called Yuuji "My Little Curse" and he tilted his head from side-to-side, "What's Spades?"

"A card game. It's popular among black people, especially my family. He was gonna visit soon and my family mentioned they wanted to see him play."

Sukuna nodded slowly, "...You could teach me."

"Huh?"

"You could teach me how to play this Spades game? I've got nothing to do. So, what do you say, Cutie?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, "Yeah. Sure."

He gave you his signature creepy smile.

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"How the fuck do you keep winning?"

"It's cause you can't play your cards right, My Big Curse."

"Big Curse?"

"Cause you're an actual curse."

He huffed, "Whatever."

You smiled at him, "This time, hold your hand down."

You dealt the cards and made him hold the cards down. You ordered them by suit and highest to lowest in each suit

"Alright, you start."

Sukuna played his ace of hearts, and made you play your 5 of hearts. Sukuna nodded and took the book, before playing his ace of clubs. You had to play you 6 of clubs.

"So, what do you play next?"

"My... King of clubs!" He slammed the card down, and you followed with a 10. He cackled and continued with the suit. However, after two more rounds of playing clubs proved to be a mistake. When he played his fifth club, you cut him with the 5 of spades.

"What?!" He was dumbfounded when he saw you take the book.

"Spades trumps all, Suku~"

He growled and the game went on, adding another win under your belt.

"Damn it all! I am the King Of Curses for fuck's sake! I shouldn't be losing!"

"Here, let me show you how to win."

"Now we're talking, cutie."

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"Are you ready for this, Yuuji?"

"The brat passed out on his way here."

You turned to see the markings that made Sukuna's face. He had a bit of a smirk on his face and his eyes were kind.

"Dammit! Why?!"

"He doesn't really understand the rules and such. He doesn't want to embarrass himself."

You sighed, "You know how to play, right?"

"I know how to win, cutie."

"Good. Let's go win."

You opened the door and smiled at your little brothers. You greeted them and picked up the youngest one. You spoke to him in baby talk and Sukuna turned to the older one.

"Your name?"

"Aren."

"Aren?"

"Yeah."

"How old are you, Aren?" Sukuna bent down to him.

"I'm 8."

"8? That's big."

"I'm a big boy!"

"Yeah, you are."

Sukuna had the want to dig his nails into his neck and watch the blood pour out of him before going after the other one.

The want

The need

The desire.

Sukuna took a deep breath in before standing. He followed you down the hall, and saw your parents sitting down at his table.

"Mom, dad, you remember Yuuji."

"Hey man! You got some tattoos?" Your dad shook his hand

Sukuna realized he didn't have the ability to hide the markings on his face and he cursed to himself.

"Uh... I was messing around in class today and drew on my face." He chuckled, "I get bored easily, yeah."

You let out a breath and sat down, with Sukuna following. You mom shuffled the cards and you cut them, and your boyfriend's curse was dealt the first card.

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"Sweetheart..." Your mom pulled your arm away behind a corner, "Why didn't you tell me your boyfriend knew how to kick our asses?"

"Because why would I tell you?"

You mom frowned and you laughed at her face.

"You're a damn good player, boy."

"Thank you sir. You're not too bad either."

"If we play again, you'll have to watch out for me."

"Oh yeah? Why?"

"Cause I'm gonna be the re-nigga-"

You jumped up and grabbed your boyfriend's arm, "Well, Yuuji needs to head back to school, right, baby?"

"Uh, yeah... bye sir, bye ma'am. It was nice to see you two again."

He waved at them, and you two left.

"Uh... what was your dad talking about?"

"Just.. my dad being my dad."

He nodded and glanced at you. You were looking down at your phone, and he sighed to himself. He leaned down and kissed your cheek before looking away, his face red.

"Sukuna..?"

"Y-Yuuji's taking back over."

"Oh, Yuuji~!"

Yuuji took over his body and smiled at you, "Hey.. wait, did Sukuna-"

"He kick my parents' asses! It's fine. C'mon, let's go."

You took your hand and continued walking to the train station.

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@solar3lunar @spike-this-ass

#sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #black reader #flower: lavender #rebecca's bouquets

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marrys-dream-world · 3 years ago

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if we’re bound to be something, why not together? (chapter 11)

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Notes: Double update to cheer up a bit! This chapter turned out much longer than I thought it would be, almost double the size of other chapters. No content warning, just fluff! The song "Blueming" by IU, I think this fits this chapter a lot so if you want a song to listen while you read, it's that! Day 11: Voice Mail/Phone calls. @ladynoirjuly

After their last patrol, Ladybug sent Chat Noir a link through their communicators.

[Download this!!] She sent along with it, eagerly waiting for him.

[As my lady commands : D] He sent back almost immediately.

That talk had been a bit of an eye-opener to Marinette. She was getting to know Chat Noir more and more each day and she treasured every bit of information she got, jealousy holding it close to chest, hesitating to write it even in her diary. He was a quiet student during class, he had a friend whose name was definitely not Sallie (ugh), his father was distant, his mother and mother-figure were out of reach. He was lonely. All this information was worrying, just not as much as what she learned that night. At that moment, with him shaking in her arms, she made a decision.

Being there for him just as Ladybug wasn't going to cut it anymore.

This idea wasn't anything new, she had been playing with it in her mind for a while now. So when she sent him a chat room code through her communicator with other instructions and detransformed, she was fairly confident it would work. Picking up her phone, she smiles as she saw that there was already a message.

My lady!! <3 <3 <3

down, Chaton. :)

I'm just mdlaomqnahsbsk

Is it okay, though? Talking like this?

yeah, i've been testing this app with RR and it's fine, there's no way we'll leak our numbers or anything like that to each other. don't worry ;)

This app is to warn each other about attacks and schedule meetings? Are you going to add RR to the chat?

nah, i'll just make one for the 3 of us. this is one for us to talk and stuff, doesn't need to be about job things.

The "CN is typing…" kept it's place on the screen for enough time for her to start getting worried.

You don't need to force yourself for my sake, bug. I don't want to bother you.

Marinette thought about making a joke. The situation, however, didn't seem right for it.

you never bother me.

His response came almost immediately.

You never texted me before.

guess i'll have to learn what's the maximum amount of cat memes a person can humanely send per day

Is that a challenge, my lady?

;) ;) ;)

just remember to not blow up my phone, we have class

I'll use my powers for good, don't worry : D

Marinette smiled and put down her phone, fixing up her bag for the next day on the chance (certainty) that she would wake up late the next day. When she picked the phone up again, there was a single text:

Thank you, bug. Good night.

He was absolutely unstoppable after that. Next morning, as she was brushing her teeth, her cell phone pinged with the telling sound from the app and she smiled as she opened the app on her phone.

Look, look, we can change each other's names.

good to know

You changed "CN" 's name to "Chat-terbox"

Chat-terbox

You know me so well. Soulmates.

Chat-terbox changed your name to "lady of my heart"

lady of my heart

yeah, i should have seen that coming, that's on me.

oh yeah, gm

Chat-terbox

Good morning <3 <3 <3

Are you in class already?

Marinette froze in place, eyes snapping to the clock. There was only ten minutes before the class started. She bolted, barely noticing if she had on the right shoes or if her jacket matched her pants. So much for being an aspiring designer. Marinette blurred past the kitchen, taking a croissant and a banana and cramming them into her mouth as she ran. She made it to the classroom in the middle of the roll call, not even stopping by the lockers.

“Thanks for joining us, Marinette.” Ms. Bustier said dryly. “Please take a seat.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” She answered, out of breath. Sitting down, she took out her tablet and noticed another message making her phone screen glow.

Chat-terbox

Is everything okay?

lady of my heart

i made it late in class but the teacher let me in hehehe

i think she's used to it *forehead sweatdrop emoji*

Chat-terbox

Hahaha a friend of mine just did the same thing, you two are twins

lady of my heart

let me guess… Sallie *eyeroll emoji*

Chat-terbox

I mean, yeah, but why the eyeroll???

lady of my heart

you just talk too much about her, don't you think

Chat-terbox

You sound just like Plagg.

lady of my heart

maybe bc we're right

Chat-terbox

Why does that bother you? Jealous? *eyes emoji*

lady of my heart

as if *kicks u*

Chat-terbox

You kick your partner? You kick his body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for my lady! Jail for my lady for One Thousand Years!

lady of my heart

since my fate is already decided *kicks u again*

Chat-terbox

Nooooooooo

A giggle escaped her mouth.

"Marinette?" Ms. Bustier raised an eyebrow. "Something you want to share with the class?"

"N-no, ma'am." She answered, face heating up. Marinette quietly put her phone away, ignoring Alya's prying eyes.

She only opened the app again during the break between classes, moving away from a curious Alya to hang by Kim and Alíx.

Chat-terbox

I'll assume you're actually paying attention to class, which is great. You probably need it to make up all those crazy plans ;)

SM beaten by ninth grade physics

Hey, boo, did you see this one SM identity theory video making rounds on the internet?

Marinette frowned.

lady of my heart

there's nothing new on the ladyblog

Chat-terbox

Oh, it's not on the Ladyblog, here

She opened the video as quickly as she could before Ms. Bustier came back, only from the sound to make Kim and Alíx burst out into laughter.

lady of my heart

i opened it in my class I hate u so muuuuuch ughhhhhh

Chat-terbox

C'mon, boo, it was funny

lady of my heart

>: (

Chat-terbox

: 3

This time, she willingly put her phone away.

On the next break, she tried to ignore the pinging from her phone. However, curiosity killed the cat(‘s lady).

Chat-terbox

Please don't be mad, my lady, I have written you a lengthy apology to make up for sins

File attachment: apology letter for my beloved.doc

lady of my heart

if it's another rickroll i swear to god i'll END you

Chat-terbox

You can see it's not a video, it's safe to open

Scout's honor

lady of my heart

u were never a scout

Chat-terbox

I could be!!

Please read <3

Sighing deeply, she clicked on the document. He would never shut up if she didn't. It read as:

l would like to offer my sincerest According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible…

She clicked back

Chat-terbox

Did you like it? :3

lady of my heart

…

blocked

Chat-terbox

Boo, noooooooo

After that, Marinette didn’t open the app again no matter how much her phone pinged. She wasn’t mad, not really, just a bit annoyed. Before lunch ended, she would read and answer. But now, she was stuck watching Alya and Nino play Super Penguino and make moon eyes at each other. Adrien wasn’t allowed to join them, as much as he begged his father, and she was feeling pretty bummed about that. She poked around her chicken pasta when she heard her phone playing a familiar song.

kore nani kore nani korenanikorenanikorenanikorenani-

Chat Noir!

"Is everything okay?" Marinette asked as soon as she picked up the phone. Alya and Nino, noticing her worried tone, paused their game to look at her.

"You picked up!" Chat Noir said, cheery. "I thought you blocked me."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Is there actually something wrong? I'll hang up "

"No, wait!" He yelped. "There's nothing wrong, I just wanted to talk. Are you busy?"

Marinette looked over at Nino and Alya, who were still watching her expectantly. She smiles reassuringly and waved them away, furtively signaling to Alya that it was Chat Noir on the phone. Her friend nodded and bumped her shoulder on Nino's.

"C'mon, babe, let Marinette talk to her 'friend' by herself." Alya said, leering.

"Why did you say it like that?" Nino asked, confused. Then, his eyes lit up. "Is it Adrien? Tell him I said hi!"

"No!" Marinette shouted, gaining weird stares from the other patrons.

"No, you aren't busy?" Chat Noir asked on the phone.

"No, it's not Adrien, or no, you won't tell him I said hi?" Nino asked.

"It's another friend." She said hurriedly before focusing on the phone. "I can talk now, not that busy."

"If you're with your friends, it's okay." He said, rather meekly for her chaton.

"I'm just third-wheeling." Marinette said as Alya and Nino began another round of Super Penguins. "Why did you call? Aren't you having lunch now?"

Chat Noir chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah, I'm having lunch at home and I'm all alone, so I thought I could give you a call. Is that too much?"

"No, it's fine." She reassured. "Why are you alone? What about your siblings?"

"What siblings?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"Uh… the siblings I assumed you had for some reason." She said awkwardly, noticing how out there she sounded the more she spoke.

"Really? You thought I had siblings? Why?"

"Because you're just like an annoying little brother." She said teasingly, a complete lie.

Chat Noir struck her as a mischievous, but supportive older brother. The kind that sneaked you treats after midnight and comforted you after failing a math test. Not like she could tell him that, though. If he was a little brother, it would be to a stressed older sister that he admired a lot and that found him reliable in return. She dreamed about meeting them sometimes and now it seemed that they would truly stay dreams forever.

"I would like an older brother or sister." He sighed longingly. "The closest I have is my cousin, but he lives in another country."

"Oh, sorry."

"No, it's better this way, we would kill each other if we lived together. Everyday I would have to check for poison in my breakfast."

"A true sibling dynamic."

"Yep."

"Hey, why aren't you having lunch with your friends then?" With Sallie, she wanted to tease, but held back for fear of sounding, as Tikki said, bitter.

"My father would rather I have lunch at home." He said vaguely. "My friends did invite me to go with them to a café, but my father didn't like the idea. He only likes one of them, the rest he says are bad influences."

"Let me guess, the one he likes is Sallie?"

"I can hear you rolling your eyes, but yes."

"Well, if you ever get lonely at lunch, you can call me." Marinette said honestly. "I don't mind it."

"Thank you." Chat Noir said softly.

They spent the rest of lunch talking on the phone, even sending pictures of their food to each other (Chat's limp salad made her take a bunch of mental notes to take him some pastries next patrol). On the way to school, as she walked to the classroom, they kept talking. She could hear Chat getting on a vehicle (a bus?) and when he got to school, she was disappointed he had to hang up. After Marinette clicked the end call button, the first thing she noticed when she looked up was Alya's smug face and Nino's confused one.

"Wow, does my bro have some competition, dude?" Nino said. "You spent the entire break talking."

"What? No, that was just a friend!"

"Yeah, a friend." Alya sing-songed, making her face heat up.

"Yeah." Marinette said firmly. "There's no competition for anything."

"Who's competing?" A sweet voice asked from behind her and she jumped.

"Adrien!" She shouted, scrambling. "N-nothing hehe."

"Dude!" Nino smiled. "How was your lunch?"

Adrien smiled, brightly. "The best I've ever had."

Marinette felt inclined to agree.

#ladynoirjuly #ladynoirjuly2021 #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #ml fic #my stuff #miraculous ladybug #if we're bound to be something why not together

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artificialqueens · 3 years ago

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A Series Of Mutual Feelings, 1/3 (Scarjah) - Pazinae

chapter 1: i hate u (and the feelings mutual)

Chapter Summary: Ra'jah is determined to have a fresh start and be a better person, now enrolled as a first year fashion school student- but Scarlet has a way of always making her newfound plans falter. With a rocky high school history, the (not so) fortuitous pair endure some mutual hatred

A/N: enemies 2 luvers scarjah everyone xoxo meant to be a oneshot, but got a little carried away n my doc for this is currently 19 pages long ahaha so to be more palatable it will be a 4 chapter story (its says 3, but you'll see). this one is mainly the intro for the story to understand where they're at emotionally in the present, and is mostly ra'jah centric on her growth + kylie friendship fluff bc theyre the cutest, and a bit of scarlet pov. feedback super super welcome, enjoy !!!

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Scarlet strode down the hall with a sway in her hips, her heels clacking on the laminate floor. What kind of tacky ass bitch wears heels to school anyways? Ra'jah scoffed internally, watched the girl saunter like she's on a tightrope, each tantalizing step brought her foot exactly in front of the other. Her body fell into a rhythm, stomping the fucking campus like a lion stalking the jungle for the sheer fun of watching it’s prey scamper. Scarlet's bouncing skirt, her signature grin and luscious ginger curls sprouting out her scalp made her gag. And not in the stunning way. Just as quickly as she came she was gone, and, to be fair, she was just another girl sandwiched in the masses just getting to where she’s going. But she could pluck that arrogant little redhead bitch out of any crowd. Not a conscious choice of course, hell, being reminded of her sheer presence causes a battle of trying not to roll her eyes behind her skull. She can't help that she sees her. Not when Scarlet's lips are painted the same shade of bold crimson as the tight, sleeveless top she's wearing, like a fresh drop of blood in a sea of grey clad bodies swimming around in their hoodies.

This isn't high school anymore Ra'jah. A repetitive reminder that needs to be said evermore until it's understood at her core. Because It's different now, she knows that- it has to be. No fucking way are her dreams going to get caught up in everything again, they're too big to be put at stake. She can't live just to be like that again, and this time she's too grown to waste her time on useless people. High school was a bubble, a 4 year trance that she's left and is more than ready to forget about.

"Hey, Ra'jah!" That southern, velvety voice could only belong to one stunning woman. She turned around to spot her speed walking to catch up.

"Aye! Kylie!" Ra'jah stopped and gave a little wave as Kylie approached, her highlight shining even in the shitty indoor light. The two moved over to the side of the hall, and leaned against the wall. "If it isn't Miss Kylie Sonique Love," With such a pleasing name, Ra'jah doesn't think she will, or, really can ever get tired of saying the other girl's name. "What's up?"

"Nothin', just tired as fuck," It's kinda cute, the way her accent gets stronger when she's grumpy. "I'mma pass out at some point, I did not get enough sleep." Even as a grumble her voice is so soft and angelic, Ra'jah could probably fall asleep to the blonde reading true crime murder stories.

"Goddamn, it sure as hell doesn't show!" Which is true, Kylie was as effervescent as always, any visible messy hair from under her beanie looked intentional. Even in her oversized t-shirt and shorts, there was an undeniable, captivating charm about her that made it impossible for her to look bad "You look gorgeous girl"

"Awh, thanks honey," She smiles a soft, hazy smile. "You don't look too bad yourself." She hums, eyeing her up with a grin. Before she could even argue a response, the country girl quickly perks up and slaps her hand on Ra'jah's shoulder in excitement. "Oh also! I want your opinion- I'm thinking about dying my hair pink." She can see the visible sparkle in the pair of eyes looking at hers. "Thoughts?" She asks, voice becoming giddy "Oooh bitch! You better, that'd be so fierce!" The (mostly) purple haired girl exclaimed, delight evident in her voice "For real, you'd look so good. And you know, ba-BY" she claps her hands together just for added emphasis, "I support ALL the impulsive hair decisions".

"Yess, obviously I want input only from bad bitches with the best hair"

"I told you I did these myself right?" she asked, running her shoulder length hair through her twirling fingers. "I've been really into doing hair recently"

"Wait, really? It looks so pretty, the fade to purple is so good"

"What'd you mean 'wait really' hoe, what you implying 'bout my hair skills?"

"Just that a talented woman like you should share your expertise!" Even when she was loud her voice was just as comforting, the tone reminiscent of a silk blanket on her skin

"All it took for me was bleach, a bottle of violet Arctic Fox dye, and the holy spirit of Brad Mondo"

"First of all I'm not trusting no mans named Brad," Ra'jah cackled a little because, yeah that's fair. "And secondly, if you're free, come an' help a girl out then!

"You're inviting me over? Wow we're moving kinda fast Kylie"

"Oh shut up bitch" but the undying twinkle in her eye confirmed the unsaid agreement that Ra'jah would be doing Kylie's hair, at some point.

"I'm free on Thursday, can I visit then?"

"Yea that works" She smiled, and the closeness between the two wasn't something the taller girl ever planned, or really felt before. But she had it now, a friend she really cares about, and she never wanted to lose it.

"Shit what time is it?" Even in her Shitty Human era she was still a timely gal, her mother didn't raise no late hoe. "Don't stress it Raj, we have like 15 minutes. Introduction to drafting and sewing, right?"

"Yes ma'am. Wanna start going?" "Sure thing" This year is for a new start, making new friends, and getting a chance to create new first impressions. Rebrand herself y'know, and the hindrance that is Scarlet's existence, wrapped in all the ancient things she'd rather not think about, won't stop her.

The walk to class was a pleasant blur. With Kylie yawning and walking essentially shoulder to shoulder with Ra'jah had they been the same height, they slipped into both comfortable conversation, and silence. With all the noise around them, their presence brought an ease without any awkwardness.

A trek opted through the outdoor route that was albeit a tad longer, provided some well needed greenery and fresh air.

"You excited for class?" Ra'jah asked, only half aware of where she was walking to. Her body was on autopilot, and Kylie knows the way, probably.

"You're amazing if you can get excited by class"

"It's fun!"

"Only 'cause you're good at it"

"You're good at it"

"You know what I mean. Isn't this one your favorite?"

"It's not my favorite"

"Uh huh"

"I just like it a lot. Maybee essentially jus' cause I don't hafta try" It was a mandatory course, but Ra'jah's not complaining. Perhaps it's a little vain to enjoy something just to remind everyone you can do it, but it was an easy break from the rest of the courses. And a nice little egoboost.

"So I'm right!"

"C'mon it's October and we're still on basic techniques"

"It's called introductory," She remarked. "Do you even pay attention half the time?"

"No but bitch neither do you"

"True" Kylie grinned in agreement.

"The way you're coming for me but it's easy for you too!" She hasn't been sewing as long as Ra'jah, but she has great taste so it really balanced out. "And let it be known that I use that class time to think about incredibly productive things"

"Oh that's her name?"

"What?" She didn't mean for her tone to drop. Didn't mean for her legs to stop walking, planting themselves into the cement. Didn't mean for the smile on her face to plummet at the implication. Her visceral reaction was louder than the cluelessness she gave off.

"Calm down" She giggled, as if Ra'jah's reaction woke her up from her grogginess, her breathlessness equivalent to a shot of espresso for Kylie. "You just seem really occupied sometimes is what I meant"

"Me? No I'm not" She couldn't convince herself.

"Okay babe. The models of your fashion sketches just look a little reminiscent"

"You know Scarlet isn't the only person with ginger hair right?" Ra'jah bites back, the condescending tone not her intention, but not exactly unwanted in the moment. Scarlet is insufferable, she doesn't want her own name slandered is all, being associated with the arrogant shit.

"Baby, I ain't mention Scarlet. That's all you.'' She had a shit eating smirk and maybe Ra'jah takes everything back about how nice friends are. IF there was inspiration, Scarlet is objectively nice looking so it's not a big deal there might be similarities if you squint.

"She was implied"

"If you want her to be"

They get inside and take a seat at one of the large tables, divided into stations with a sewing machine and some material at each one. Ra'jah takes a spot at the edge, with Kylie seated to her right.

On paper, it's all been planned out for Ra'jah; during her strolls between classes she'll take in all her surroundings and actively look for inspiration, pondering all the natural shapes and patterns of the world in a way she can manipulate into clothing. On paper, she'll make the most out of the introductory class, sketching designs between the minimal notes and sewing practices. On paper, she'll finish the mornings class with ease and have extra time to practice some new things.

In reality? Paper is flimsy, especially when its accountability is held by a fleeting mind. It's hard to bask in the world when unwanted questions plague her head. Mostly revolving around a certain redhead. God, fuck her. Fuck her pretty eyes and fuck her sculpted face and fuck her euphonious voice. Does everyone who sees Ra'jah see her patheticness? How she allowed some cunt to infiltrate her mind, set up home in her head and take up all the space? Let her infect every cell in the brain like a parasite until her skull is nothing but an infiltrated shell for an infestation caught up with infatuation?

"Ra'jah, you good?" The girl sat across from her, Trinity, piped up, and Ra'jah had to bite back a smile. The icy, timid girl she met just a few weeks ago was starting the conversation.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"You just looked a little spaced out"

"Nah, it's just that this class is a breeze an' I'm just thinking about a project for another class"

"Mmm"

"Plus it's hard to just think of designs when there's no inspiration"

"I mean, we're supposed to practice gathering and making ruffles right now"

"Oh shit! We are?"

"Yeah girl!" Ra'jah, shaking her head at herself, finally picked up some of the fabric around her and got to work. "You'll be alright?"

"Oh don't worry about me! I'm all good"

"Okayyy if you need anything just yell" Ra'jah replied with a hum and a nod. Watching the girl running the fabric under the machine, memories of the first time they'd talked flashed, days of the nearly silent girl feeling so distant.

"I really like your earrings" The girl raised her head, looking left and right a little as if making sure it was directed at her.

"Thanks." She mumbled, vaguely looking at Ra'jah's direction.

"If you don't mind, where'd you get them?"

"Uh, I thrifted it."

"Oh, cool" Ra'jah smiled, before quickly adding "Thanks". The raven haired girl didn't reply. The start of the intriguing game of 'does she hate me, is she shy, or both?'

After all the awkward attempts made for the quiet girl to be comfortable and maybe make a friend, a sense of pride rang through her. She met Kylie and Trinity here a mere month ago, and yeah, maybe she could be nice. She could walk the fineline of warm socialization without being annoying. The new Ra'jah doesn't do unnecessary mean quips just for the sake of a little power rush. She can be authentically her while being polite. New Ra'jah makes friends- not enemies.

"Oh by the way" Ra'jah snapped her head up at Trinity's voice

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I know it's a little random but do you know what you're gonna be for Halloween?"

"Huh. Well, I haven't really thought about it" Ra'jah remarked, "I just don't care for Halloween and all that"

"Really? Girl, you're not gonna do anything, dress up, go out, nothing?"

"Baby all that work and money for some costume I'll wear once? No ma'am- and the fuck will I do, I barely have ideas for school!"

"Hey, you could wear anything and it's a costume. Wear a black dress, you're a cat"

"You think I'm that basic?"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck you" She snorted, and Trinity had a goofy smile, looking at Ra'jah with a sense of familiar fondness. "And thanks, really, but I don't care for all that spooky shit anyways"

"Damn, alright!" Teeth out and all, she laughed. The blonde on the right leaned in a little, a pleasant opposition of Trinity's hesitation is Kylie's eagerness

"Jesus Ra'jah, what did Halloween do to you?" The southern girl butts in. "You could dress as the grinch of Halloween, steal children's candy"

"You know what, yeah, I'll be a sluttified grinch"

"You're kinda built the same already" Trinity joins with a grin

"Hey!"

"Sluttified? Are you implying the grinch isn't sexy enough?" Ra'jah choked a little at that, found herself smiling with some dopey content, at what exactly she's not sure.

"Do ya'll think being the grinch would count as like, being a furry?" Trinity asked, voice dripping in an odd amount of seriousness.

"What? Baby no" Kylie jumped in. "Yes! absolutely, how would it NOT?" Trinity argues, and maybe it's the easiness of everything. Of how nice it is to just fall into banter when you let people in. Bouncing off the two girls, she doesn't need to think of how to be funny, how to one up herself, remind everyone of why she's worthy. She can just, be. And that warrants a smile.

With Ra'jah's elbow propped on the table, she rested her cheek against her palm to face forward, before turning a little to face Trinity

"But why do ya ask Trin? About Halloween"

"Oh, kinda last minute but I just want some ideas to figure mine out" She shrugs, and Kylie leans over once more. It's a little heartwarming, how physically close she always instinctively wants to be.

"Oh! Are you going to the Halloween party this weekend?"

"Nah parties aren't really my thing"

"Awh, but it'll be fun!"

"Yeah standing in a mass of people I won't talk to will be so fun"

"Fine- Ra'jah, are you goin'?" Rajah turns her head to follow the voices like a cat keeping up with a beam of light.

"Uh..."

"RIGHT, forgot, Halloween's not your thing". A party where she can have a disguise, let loose and have fun. It feels almost embarrassing to admit to her newfound friends that she's never been to a party, and the thought of a Halloween party didn't even cross her mind. Maybe Halloween isn't not her thing, it's just not something she'd indulge in. For reasons. Like, schoolwork.

"Welllllll…" Ra'jah hummed, dragging on with a small grin

"OH the prospect of partying changes things huh?"

"You know, me an' Halloween, we complicated okay!" They laugh, but Ra'jah's left thinking. New or old Ra'jah both, spends a little too much time in the internal realm of the brain.

The class falls silent except the murmurs of the buzzing machines, and the three chatter in whispers. Although usually it's mostly her and Kylie with occasional injections of confirmation from Trinity

"You're insane if you think spaghettini is better than fettuccine" Kylie protested "Spaghettini is literally the objective worst"

"Says who?!" Ra'jah paused sewing to look up at Kylie in defiance

"Me!"

"Trinity which is better"

"Huh? Ya'll It's too early for this." Trinity complained.

"Oh, says the bitch who asked if the grinch was a furry" Ra'jah retorted, but Trinity brushed her off to look at Kylie "Oh wait! Also, Kylie, what're you gonna be for Halloween?" She gave a little snicker before answering

"Don't come for me but honestly? Was thinking about being a cat"

"AAAAAH!" Ra'jah and Trinity erupted laughing.

"But like, a hot one okay!" Ra'jah quickly tried to redeem herself.

"You'll be the hottest ass cat around" Plus, worse comes to worst, Ra'jah will be a witch or something, and they can be hot and basic together.

When the class ended, they packed their things, and exchanged their goodbyes

"I'll see y'all around!"

"See you! Good luck on your textile project Trin"

"Thanks!" She waved, yelling a final "Bye!"

"Bye!" The three part, and Ra'jah makes her way to her second class. History of costume and design was next, and quickly weighing it out, she decided to take a quicker path through the halls. Suddenly, the weight of a body knocked at her side, the two stumbling around for a few seconds. A gust of papers had fallen from both parties' arms, and landed on the floor.

"Oh shit! I'm so-" Scarlet cuts herself off when she looks up at whom she's bumped into.

"Maybe watch where you're going" Ra'jah snorts out of sheer instinct, squatting down to gather her papers where Scarlet follows suit, just a little too close. The vague, sweet scent of strawberries she gives off is suffocating.

"Maybe if you weren't such a stuck up cunt taking up half the hallway I wouldn't hit you" The attention sends a masochistic jolt down her spine

"Uh oh someone's in a bad mood. Stuck up cunt that's a new one! Love the creativity. You should drop out of this school and be a writer" As much as she screamed internally to just shut the fuck up and get your things, it was so easy to slip back to this.

"Thanks but I'm good! When you fail out this year you can give it a try"

"Baby, me? Fail out?" Please don't imply that. Please don't make me doubt that I can and deserve to be here. I don't want to seek approval from others, but I can't help but be hurt at disapproval. Of course, her thoughts don't verbalize as the words that come out of her mouth. "That's a lot of talk for a girl who probably spends more hours getting fucked than studying" Before she can think it through, process the flash of hurt on her face and the way her fingers tense around the last piece of paper, before Ra'jah can really understand the weight of her own words she continues. "But I guess that's how you get yo' A's right?"

Their exchanges were in aggressive whispers, hushed to anyone above them. To most people, they'd find a sight of two girls muttering to one another while they pick up some things they've dropped.

"You're so much prettier when you're quiet" Scarlet huffed, standing up in one swift motion. Those words aren't a compliment. Like, at all. So why does Ra'jah's dumb, twisted heart stop for a second? The implied connection of herself and 'pretty' slows her body and slurs her mind until she's pushing herself up off the ground in slow motion. It's been so many months of mundanity, the small interaction felt all so familiar and foreign and exciting at the same time.But the haziness of her words and their little games makes her forget for a second of what the fuck just happened, and a wave of patheticness washed over her as she started to walk, eyes focused at the cream walls. For all her hemming and hawing, Ra'jah hasn't. Fucking. Changed.

A rush of everything dives into her guts, a sick adrenaline coated in dread, self loathing and the slight urge to cry, nestling in her stomach like a bird claiming a branch as it's home. Her skin was electric, and she hated to admit she loved it, the thrill of interacting with her, cattiness and all. Imagine feeling this much from fucking bumping into someone? Fingers clenched, nails digging in her own palms at how much she hates her. Intense emotions are a high of their own, and Ra'jah can't help but indulge. The piercing sting of her flesh being pressed in with her nails is intensified as she listens for the faint voice of that lanky girl always accompanying Scarlet.

"You good Scarlet?"

"Yeah, thanks" She can't look back, but she can't help but wonder- are they hugging? Holding hands? It doesn't- it shouldn't matter to her. The fun amusement pales in comparison to the misery settling in. The realization that she's fighting with Scarlet like they're 16 at the back of English class.

Of all the schools, why'd that girl have to come here? Of all the things to pursue, why the same as herself? Of all the people, why'd it have to be her? Ra'jah didn't have the audacity to explore the last question. What she means, she's not too sure. The only thing in the world she's sure of is that she can't be both New Ra'jah™ and Old Ra'jah™ to different people. The line between the two existences isn't so bold anymore, and painting over the bumps isn't as effective as she'd hoped.

***

Truth be told, watching herself move around in skirts was one of her favorite things- just about tied with watching others watch her. Maybe that's why she joined cheer in highschool. Especially with the support from (or, lack of thereof) a certain grimacing purple haired girl, a runaway model from a fashion show who wound up wandering this school. She never needed to turn and look, didn't need sight to know there's a burn at her back, nor who it's radiating from. Scarlet always walked with just a bit of a straighter back, just a bit more purpose, and just a bit more stride in her step when her favorite pair of wandering eyes were around. A small part of her always wants to turn around, catch her gaze and watch her frantically look away and pretend she's talking to someone. Or maybe she'll hold it, stare back with just as much intensity. But her wistful attention is enough of an ego boost. The scowl ridden bitch, smile washed away just for her, and yet that's where her attention lied. It made her bite back a smile.

Scarlet is a pretty thing, and she didn't need constant confirmation to remind her that she's beautiful. She's hot, she knows it, Ra'jah knows it, and Scarlet knows that's all she is to her. A pretty thing. Whatever. She's not important.

In fear of her brain melting, and/or being fried to a crisp, Scarlet doesn't bother having two classes back to back. Her mental capacity is full, and a nice salad will probably help with that. She's on her way to meet with Yvie for lunch, thinking about their weekend plans, when she takes a misstep and stumbles, all her weight focused in her shoulder which slams against someone else's side.

"Oh shit! I'm so-" the universe is an asshole. May the odds never be in my favor.

"Maybe watch where you're going" Her sneer is venomous, and the universe has suddenly become just the second biggest asshole.

"Maybe if you weren't such a stuck up cunt taking up half the hallway I wouldn't hit you" Ra'jah didn't do anything, a rational voice lectures, but she ignores it the way she's ignoring the taller girls face. Scarlet's grabbing at her papers, avoiding eye contact because that selfish pile of shit on her right takes up enough space as is, and if she looks into her eyes, sees that stupid fucking face this close she might do something bad. Like, in the sense of, punching her. Yeah, she can't look at her or she'll beat her up. Because that's a fight she'd win.

"Uh oh someone's in a bad mood. Stuck up cunt that's a new one! Love the creativity. You should drop out of this school and be a writer" Ra'jah snides, and she needs to drop out before Scarlet gets grey hair from her.

"Thanks but I'm good! When you fail out this year you can give it a try" Her words are about as empty as her own stomach, because she hasn't eaten since last night, and Ra'jah will quit fashion school and become a science engineer before she fails out.

"Baby, me? Fail out?" Yeah, with the flawless outfit you're wearing that you sure as hell made just because you were bored one night. Your pants could literally be sold as a luxury brand. The girl who started sewing when she a embryo in the womb, you'll fucking fail out. "That's a lot of talk for a girl who probably spends more hours getting fucked than studying- But I guess that's how you get yo' A's right?" Scarlet looks up, not at Ra'jah but away from the ground, and the urge to yell, hit her, and cry come up at the same time. She wants to scream, get everyone in hearing range to know that Ra'jah is a loser who will amount to nothing. She wants to reach out and choke her. But articulating her anger into words is too much, and she ends up just whispering whatever words are willing to come out as she gets up, not caring if she left any papers behind.

"You're so much prettier when you're quiet" And that's the closest thing to honest Scarlet's said all day.

In the distance, she sees Yvie walking towards her, so she waits until the freshly dyed green haired girl is caught up beside her.

"You good Scarlet?"

"Yeah, thanks" The two walk together, side by side, and Scarlet loops her arm through Yvie's, linking the pair.

"You know, Scarlie, you should stop wearing heels before you break your ankles"

"Hey!" She giggled, slapping the taller girl's arm in response. "I never fall, people just get in my way" Yvie scoffs, unable to stop the corners of her lips turning up and giving her away, forever endeared by the shorter girl. Scarlet's affection makes her forget that they've only known each other for a month. They reach a set of blue doors, and Yvie opens it, holding it for Scarlet to come through. Her face seems puzzled

"Are you down to go to Mika's Cafe? I want to get some coffee"

"Sure, they have nice breakfast sandwiches and omelettes, I'm down" It's only a few minutes away from campus

"What's on your mind"

"Just like, school stuff. I have to make a dress for creative fashion design, and I'm just thinking about it, and what I wanna do" Would it be tmi to blurt that Ra'jah is insufferable?

"Cool," Yvie hummed, and spiteful words cycled through Scarlet's head, deciding on what exactly to say, before Yvie beats her to it, whipping her head in some seeming urgency

"OH by the way, I know you're busy with your project and you're determined on getting in the top 5 and all,"

"Uh huh"

"Buuuuut, there's a Halloween party this weekend, and I was gonna go with Brooke and her friends but they're not going anymore," Scarlet knows how Yvie feels about Brooke, and to be fair she's only met her a few times in passing, but how someone like Yvie could fall for someone as uptight as the boring blonde is beyond her. She doesn't dare bring up another possibility of why her dorm mate would be avoiding the stoic girl, a possibility involving a particularly hot headed latina glued to the Canadians side. "They decided clubbing downtown would be more fun or whatever," They're outside on the pavement now, and the afternoon breeze graces their skin. It's a welcome environment, and Scarlet slows down her pace to enjoy the air, with Yvie quickly matching her pace.

"Wouldn't you rather go clubbing though? Like not with Brooke and them but with others," Scarlet is friendly and all, but she swears Yvie is somehow friends with half the school. She sure as hell can find a group to go with.

"I guess, but I want to go to the party," she quiets a little as she continues, "There are some people I want to see there, for fun and stuff"

"Mmmm!" Scarlet widens her eyes, looking at the taller girl with a knowing glare, sprinkled with a teeny bit of judgement.

"It's kinda lame to go there alone!"

"No it's not!"

"Scarls, yeah it is"

"Why do you even care? Wanna impress some girls?" In response, Yvie rolled her eyes so hard Scarlet could practically feel it.

"'Cause you want me to go to a fun Halloween party by myself?

"Yes! You could walk up to anyone and there's like an 80% chance you already know them, and a 100% chance you'll become friends anyways" The quirky girl's charm is undeniable, she'll be fine without Scarlet. Yvie gives a defeated sigh

"Seems kinda homophobic"

"Ugh you know what's actually homophobic? The fact that more people aren't madly in love with me. I'm LITERALLY perfect" The prospect of love feels like it's been dangled infront of her, her whole life. Imagine looking like Scarlet, and never dated before?

"You're right girl, you are" Yvie laughed her deep, hearty cackle and Scarlet wanted to melt a little.

"Thank you, finally someone with taste" Looking at her outfit, she remembers that the tall girl's taste is kind of debatable, and Scarlet almost wants to say she takes it back

"You think Ra'jah has good taste then?"

"What?"

"Also a party seems like the best way to meet more people y'know?" She brushes over her last question, and it's much better that way.

"You know what, whatever 'll go with you" Scarlet agrees so she'll shut up. If she hears her roommate bring up she-who-shall-not-be-named-because-shes-a-stick-in-the-ass anymore she might lose her mind. And, she really doesn't have any other plans for the night so might as well.

***

AN: going to be a while for the next chapter bc im busy so here's a lil thing lol xo

***

They weren't supposed to meet here. Weren't supposed to see each other. At least, that's what Scarlet tries to tell herself.

"You are such a fucking pain, oh my god" Scarlet seethed because everything is hazy except the impassive girl standing before her and she can't think straight. Her cold eyes are apathetic and Scarlet wants to implode, like a glass thermostat engulfed in a burning heat where it's not a question of if, but an inevitable when? "Maybe I am arrogant" Her voice was coated in a sickly sweet frustration. She pushed further into Ra'jah's space, the taller girl stiffening at the ever decreasing space between the two. How can she be so still, so unreactive? This is all so amusing to her? Is she having fun, so fucking detached from everything and watching Scarlet crumble? Pretending like she cares about Scarlet past her pretty face? Enjoying her sadistic game? Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.

"Maybe I am narcissistic" Their faces were inches apart, and Ra'jah could feel the angry womans hot breathe on her cheek, the pungent smell of alcohol intruding her nose.

"But I'd rather be a confident, arrogant narcissist than whatever kind of sad fuck you are"

Scarlet growled, and she wanted to breathe fire, burn Ra'jah's existence out of her mind and scream at everything she felt because of her. Except that she sees her, and wants her, wants to hurt her and touch her and without thinking her hands are digging around Ra'jah's waist.

"You are such-" Scarlet was interrupted as the other girl leaned in, framed the shorter girl's face with both her hands, and pressed her lips against Scarlets. Any thoughts or mental functionality she had were put to an abrupt stop. This wasn't supposed to happen. It's been so long, but no time has passed since they were last like this. The plug to her brain was pulled, and it's all static and her bodys done a full 180. Ra'jah's piercing lips are numbing, and her overheated body feels like it's been dunked in ice where all her nerves are all in shock. They weren't supposed to do this anymore, it's the only thing they've ever been able to agree on. She was frozen, unable to move, or think, far too busy being hyper focused on the familiar sugary lips on hers, sending waves of nostalgia through her body. Time has only heighted the intoxication. She gains some composure and surges forward, but Ra'jah's pulling away, opening her mouth to finally say something.

"You're so much prettier when you're quiet"

#rpdr fanfiction #as6 #ra'jah o'hara #scarlet envy #trinity k bonet #kylie sonique love #yvie oddly #ra'jah x scarlet #enemies to lovers #lesbian au #fashion school au #a series of mutual feelings #pazinae #concrit welcome

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Take Two (3/?)

Fred Weasley/Reader

Rating: E for everyone (unless you don’t like physical fights and the mention of blood. Also there is slut shaming but I do NOT condone that behavior! Adrian is an asshole. Do not slut shame women!!!!)

Word Count: 2638

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Summary: Quidditch rivalries can cause tension between the houses but nothing is like the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Fred Weasley and (y/n) take Quidditch rivalries just a bit too seriously.

Disclaimer: Fred Weasley (George Weasley, any of the Weasley Characters, Harry Potter etc) is a character from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. I don’t own Harry Potter or any of it’s characters, and I do not profit financially from any of my posts. (This is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.)

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It's weird to have worked beside Fred all night long and to have succeeded in being around each other civilly, at least for that moment. Maybe we could get past the tireless arguments at last. I was doubtful on the Quidditch Pitch much would change, as we are both quite competitive, but possibly all other parts of the school grounds... we could be something similar to friends.

I pass him in the hallway, giving him a small smile, to which he returns.

"Why the hell are you smiling at Weasley?" Carina whispers loudly.

I shush her, "I'm not doing anything!"

Carina raises her eyebrows, suggestively, "Well... he grinned at you."

I shove her away gently, "shut up."

"What happened last night? You got back so late."

"We cleaned the Trophy Room. That's it."

"That's it? You sure are acting friendly if that's all you did."

"We did nothing but polish dirty trophies. Let it go, Carina," I roll my eyes.

She hums in the back of her throat, not really believing it even though it was mostly the truth.

***

At lunch, Adrian talks loudly to some of the younger Slytherins. I find myself thinking how obnoxious he is, creating a commotion to impress the girls around him. As if he can tell I'm annoyed with his theatrics, he grabs for my hand, attempting to get me to talk about one of our dalliances.

"Stop it, Adrian," I shove him away.

"C'mon (y/n)," He tries to shove his face into the crook of my neck in a much too friendly way.

"Stop," I move away from him on the bench feeling incredibly uncomfortable with the way he's touching me. Not to mention how he's openly talking about our personal involvement.

Adrian rolls his eyes, "don't be such a prude."

I frown, anger bubbling in my chest, "I'm not a prude. You're talking about something you shouldn't." I growl back at him, moving to get up from the table.

Adrian snorts, "Don't act like the rest of the school doesn't know how you are, (y/n)."

"Excuse me?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if you were fucking that blood traitor Weasley."

That's the last straw for me, "What did you just say to me, Pucey?"

"I said you're a bit loose--"

The crack of my textbook hitting flesh resounds around the Great Hall. I can't say I regret it. The sound was satisfying, and the look on his face was hysterical.

"Did you just hit me?" His voice comes out squeaky. I have to suppress a laugh.

"I don't know, did I?"

"Miss (y/l/n)!" I hear McGonagall's voice behind me, "put that book down this instance." Exhaling the last of my rage, I set the book down on the table.

"Yes, Professor."

"What is going on here?" she asks, looking between Adrian and myself.

"It was Adrian's fault!" One of the younger girls speaks up. I whip my head in her direction, surprised she's taking my side when she practically worships at Adrian's feet. "he was saying something awful about (y/n), professor." I look towards McGonagall, hoping she can tell it was the truth. I know I'll still get into trouble for hitting Adrian, but hoping McGonagall can see what the girl said is true.

"What did he say to you, Miss (y/l/n)?"

Oh, I wasn't expecting to have to reiterate what Adrian said, "um... Professor..."

"Tell me what he said." Her eyes are stern. I look down at my feet, "he called me loose ma'am--" I feel the tears of embarrassment blossom in the corners of my eyes. I try to will them away; nothing Adrian Pucey said to me should make me cry.

"Mister Pucey, is this true?" McGonagall's voice has a hint of annoyance to it.

"Of course not!" Adrian lies between his teeth.

"He's lying, Professor!" Another girl says.

"Mister Pucey. Are you lying to me?"

Adrian glares at me for a beat, "I said it."

Professor McGonagall purses her lips, "detention both of you. Ten points from Slytherin each," I try to protest this, "and you Miss (y/l/n), you will serve detention with Professor Snape, while you Mister Pucey will be with me." She looks like she's going to walk away, but she pauses, "and Mister Pucey. If I hear you're saying such things to or about any of your female classmates again, your punishment will be much more severe. Do I make myself absolutely clear that that sort of language will not be tolerated inside these walls?"

Adrian again glares, "yes, ma'am."

McGonagall nods once before turning and walking away. I pause, glancing around the Great Hall. Everyone appears to be watching, even the Gryffindors. I spot Fred's eyes on me.

Humiliated from the entire exchange, I calmly walk out of the room with my head held high.

***

"Detention again?" Carina looks at me with disbelief. Up until this year, I hadn't found myself in detention once. I always put Quidditch first. If I had to miss practices, how would I keep my spot on the competitive team?

I had to wonder now if I was jeopardizing my spot with my reckless behavior currently, "I know it's bad. But Pucey deserved it. He called me... loose. I should never have slept with him, Carina. He's such a--"

"He's an asshole. How dare he? He's lucky he got to come near you at all!"

"What if he convinces the rest of the team to kick me off the team?" My eyes widen, suddenly terrified by the idea. It's not above Adrian Pucey to go out of his way to ruin someone else's life.

Carina snorts, "Pucey doesn't hold a candle to you as a chaser! They'd be idiotic to kick you off the team over him. We wouldn't have a chance without you (y/n), but we can definitely win without him."

"I should've just walked away--" I regret everything now. The look on his face was definitely not worth being kicked off the Quidditch team.

"You're going to be okay. I promise," Carina hugs me, "how did the rest of the Great Hall react?"

I put my head in my hands, groaning, "They all were staring. There's no way the entire hall didn't hear everything..."

"Who cares what they think?" Carina tries to comfort me again.

"The entire Gryffindor table was staring... it was so awful. I'm going to live in the shadows from now on--"

"Oh, calm down. You're going to be fine. If anyone found the situation funny... I'll hex them into next week."

***

Carina convinces me to go to class after another couple of minutes of self-pity. I try to keep myself busy with listening to the teachers and disappearing into the swarms of students before anyone can say anything to me.

Deciding to take a shortcut through one of the courtyards, I notice a horde of students gathered in a corner.

"Why are you defending that slut?" I hear Adrian's voice ring throughout the crowd.

"Don't call her that!" Fred's voice roars back.

Oh fuck.

I run towards the commotion. George being quite a bit taller than Adrian, is visible from the back of the crowds. I try to push through my classmates to get to the front. There is no way in hell I'm letting Fred and Adrian try to murder each other.

"What the hell are you two doing?" I run into the middle of them, trying to push them apart. They keep trying to hit each other, even with my body trying and failing to keep them apart. "Stop it!"

"Get out of here (y/n)." Adrian hisses at me as his fist collides with Fred's face over my head. Hot blood gushes from Fred's nose as his own fist comes for Adrian's face.

I collide with Fred's chest, trying desperately to get him as far away as possible from Adrian. "Stop it, Fred!" I spot George on the inside of the crowd of students. I call for him, "George, please help me!"

He nods once, coming into the circle and pulling Adrian away from his twin.

Adrian sneers at me as I try to keep Fred on the other side of the students, "That's right, keep your little boyfriend away. He's lucky all he got was a bloodied nose."

"Yeah? Why don't you come back--" Fred tries to push past me, but I hold on to him with all my strength.

"Fred, stop! He's not worth it."

"Not what you said last week when I--"

"Shut it," George growls at Adrian.

Adrian shoves George off of him with a sneer, "whatever. She's not worth it, mate. I wouldn't waste your breath on that one." What the fuck is he going on about? Adrian and some other Slytherin boys push through the crowds.

Seeing as the action was over, the crowds slowly trickle back to doing whatever they were doing before the fight. George shakes his head in Fred's direction before walking away with Lee.

I look up at Fred. His breathing is still ragged, like an enraged bull. That's when I see how much blood was trickling down his face and onto the front of his shirt.

"You're bleeding," I reach towards the cut, but he pushes away my hand.

Fred frowns, "Why do you care?"

I frown back, "Shut up and let me tend to your stupid face." His eyes widen before he sits down on the half wall so I can look at the damage.

Again, I reach for his face. I think the blood is only coming from his nose, but I'm not entirely sure. It's dried a bit on the bridge of his nose, but I suppose that's from him wiping at the blood with the back of his hand.

"Looks like it's going to bruise," I gently touch the red skin under his eye. I realize I'm relatively close to him as I inspect the bruising. Embarrassed, I pull away a tiny bit, "sorry."

"Sorry for what?" His brown eyes are impossible to look directly at.

"I-- never mind," I go back to tending to the cut. Bunching up the sleeve of my sweater, I dab at under his nose. Fred winces. "Oh, did that hurt?"

"A little," he admits, "but don't ruin your sweater because of me."

"It's just a sweater," I shrug as I gently wipe away some more blood from his lip. "Do you mind if I use a spell? You're bleeding quite a lot."

"Go ahead."

I nod, taking out my wand, "Sarcio volnero." Thanks to the handy healing spell I had learned over the summer, I watch as the wound repairs itself.

"Where'd ya learn that?" Fred asks curiously.

"Picked it up this summer from my mum," I say casually, still checking to see if the spell ultimately worked.

"Did it--is it healed?" he asks, touching his nose.

"Looks like it. You're still covered in blood, though," I motion from his nose to the top of his chest.

"No spell for that?" he smirks.

I roll my eyes, "Unfortunately, I've never had to clean up so much blood with magic before."

"That bad?" He chuckles.

"You look like something out of a horror movie," I roll my bloody sleeve up.

"A what?"

"Oh, sorry. I forget that some of you don't know muggle stuff. It's a genre of film... a-- uh moving picture of sorts."

"Why do you know muggle stuff?" He looks genuinely interested to know. Weird, I thought everyone knew I was somewhat of a sore thumb in Slytherin being a half-blood.

"I'm a half-blood. My mum is muggle-born."

"Oh," he doesn't look disgusted. Honestly, he doesn't look like the information affects him in any way, which is nice. I know his family is pureblood, and I've learned that you can never tell how they'll respond to this sort of news. Draco Malfoy's disgust was proof enough of that. "Do you do a lot with muggles?"

I snort, "You could say that. My mum's whole family is muggles, mind you. I spend a lot of time with muggles."

He looks at me, thoughtfully, "I never expected your mom was muggle-born."

I cock my head, "why would you? It's not like there's some physical identifier. Besides, I'm a witch. What does it matter if I'm not pure or whatever." I wave my hand around, dismissing the idea of blood purity.

"That's not what I meant," he rolls his eyes, "I just meant since you're in Slytherin."

"Trust me; it has caused me a lot of problems."

That has him instantly frowning, "Who's giving you issues?"

"I don't need you to fight my battles, Weasley." I toss my head. Definitely don't need some chivalrous Gryffindor to play knight in shining armor for me. The idea makes me want to hurl.

"Don't be stubborn. If they're giving you issues I--"

"You can what? Cause a commotion by physically assaulting my housemates? No, thank you. I don't need or want you to inflate your already unbearably large ego over me."

Fred purses his lips, "It's hardly about you."

"Yeah?" I give him a look, "Who is it about then, Frederick?"

"It's... the principle. Slytherin's can't just go around acting like blood purity is this-- all-important thing. It's sick."

I snort, "Really? Slytherin's are this-- force of evil, but your blatant prejudice against an entire house of people you barely know is relevant? You don't know me or anyone in my house because you and the rest of you Gryffindors refuse to give us a chance. We're not as bad as you think."

"Fat chance you'd give Gryffindor a chance! Name a Gryffindor you're friends with!"

"Well, your sister, for one. We had Charms last year. She's delightful. Clearly can't be related to you!"

His face goes red, "You're friends with Ginny?"

"Yes, I am Fred Weasley! I have the emotional capacity to see past someone's bloody house!"

"What does that mean?"

"It means you're an ass! A complete and total ass!" I'm practically yelling at him in the corridor of the courtyard, but I can't find it in me to care. He is an ass, and it's about time someone screamed it at him. Maybe it'll get through his thick skull for once.

"I can be friends with anyone from any house if I bloody wanted to."

I'm fuming. Absolutely fuming, "Now that's comical! You can't even have a normal conversation with me without it ending in a screaming match! And to think I just fixed up your ugly mug, and this is how you repay me? You're a joke, Fred Weasley." I turn on my heel, entirely over him and his attitude. For a moment, we were civil, and he ruined it, I think bitterly to myself. So much for detention and how I thought we had fixed something between us.

***

Fred POV

I feel my neck burn under her words. She wasn't wrong. I could never seem to get through a conversation with her without it turning into a mess. And she was right, she had fixed me up, and I hadn't even thanked her.

I shake my head, not willing to feel sorry for myself over this.

"I need to get cleaned up," I mumble to myself, eyeing how much blood was on my shirt. It was disgusting.

I do regret fighting Adrian, but what he said about (y/n) was disgusting. I fucking hate Slytherins. They think they can say and do whatever the hell they want without repercussions. I couldn't help but threaten his life when he said those things about her. She wasn't some-- I should've just kept to myself. It wasn't worth it in the end.

I stalk off to my dorm. Can't walk around the halls like I'm in one of those--what did (y/n) call it? Horror movies? Whatever the hell that was.

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OHSHC Rewrite: Episode 3b

Beware of the Physical Exams!

Host Club x reader

Summary: When the hosts convince y/n to get help, she finds trouble instead.

Word Count: 5.4k

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"Y/n, we've come here today to talk about a problem regarding you."

You looked around nervously, and began your verbal diarrhea. "Okay, um, first of all, I want to say I'm sorry. I know it's our number one priority to make the clients happy, and I was side tracked, and that's on me. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have been unprofessional with Alarico and that's super my fault. I know I need to get 100 guests and I'm only at 39 but I can do better, and again I'm really sorry for everything about yesterday, and—"

"Y/n," Kyoya cut you off. "This has nothing to do with your quota, or Alarico Gonzalez's behavior."

"Oh." You said dumbly.

"This is about your anxiety attack."

"Oh." You grumbled, though you quickly regained your composure. "I'm sorry you had to see that senpai."

"It was no trouble, and I've read that they can be very sudden and frightening to those who get them." He stated.

"We're really worried." Hikaru said.

"Yeah," Kaoru agreed. "When Kyoya told us, we had no idea how to help."

"You have to take care of yourself y/n-chan." Honey clutched usa-chan.

"Yeah." Mori said.

"That is why," Tamaki said, pointing to you. "We've decided to set up an appointment with the school therapist today!"

"Woah, let's not take it that far. I'm okay guys, really."

"You didn't look okay when you had trouble breathing yesterday." Kyoya stated.

"That was just a little hiccup!" You explained. "Things happen. I'm okay now, which is more important, right?"

Tamaki stepped up to you. "You're going to therapy, and that's final!"

"No." You said forcefully. This struck his feelings, and he sulked in the corner. You sighed. "I'm sorry I worried you all, and I'll be careful next time. I don't want to waste time and cut any classes so a therapist can tell me depressing things. I just want to forget about sad stuff here."

You gave them a smile. "Well, she seems unmotivated." Hikaru stated.

"But how are we going to get her to agree?" Kaoru asked.

Mori then thought of something. "Squishy ice cream."

That struck a nerve. You gasped and carefully looked at them, and Tamaki then got up. "That's right~ You were so busy last episode that you never got to try any, did you~?"

"Did you hear that?" Hikaru whispered mockingly. "She's never even tried squishy ice cream before. Isn't that sad?"

"Talk about a tragedy." Kaoru whispered back.

You nervously laughed. "C'mon guys, you don't really think of me as such glutton because I'm poor and never had it that I'd force myself to go to some therapy for some ice cream would you?" You kept nervously laughing, and everybody else smiled at you. You then quietly asked, "What time is the appointment?"

"We knew it." The twins said.

You scoffed and smiled. "You guys are something else. Why do you even care about this?"

"Don't refer to yourself as this!" Tamaki exclaimed. "If you need anything, know that I'm always here for you."

"You mean all of us are here for her?" Hikaru asked.

"As I said before, you are all the homosexual supporting cast!"

You let out an involuntary laugh. "Really senpai? Supporting cast?" You asked, walking over to them. "That's a little self absorbed of you." You then thought of something. "Can you guys do me a little favor though? Let's keep the therapy sessions to ourselves. My clients get worried easily and I feel weird when they get curious and ask me about my issues."

"Well, your appointment is right after the physical exams," Kyoya explained. "So that might be an issue."

"Alright then," Tamaki announced. "Gentlemen, it's time to enact The Keep Y/n's Secret Safe Plan!"

Later that day you walked with the twins to the physical exam, though the line was going to be too long to not miss your therapy session. When you went in there, your mouth hung open. "What the hell is this?!"

"It's just a regular physical exam." Hikaru said.

"I've seen malls smaller than this." You whisper shouted, speed walking to hold each twin by the arm, timidly looking at all the people and fancy stations. "This is so out of place for me. I feel so awkward."

They paid no mind to you gripping onto them, or at least tried not to. "Seriously y/n, you need to stop being amazed and scared at everything here." Kaoru said.

"I was amazed and scared of the host club when I walked in. Look at us now." You offered. Neither of them said anything but looked down at you. You then saw Mori and Honey dressed up in doctor attire. "Wait, what?" They put their fingers over their mouths shush you. "So obvious." You muttered.

"I have those two for back up in case this plan doesn't execute properly." Kyoya came out and explained.

"Why are they in doctor uniforms?"

"It helps set the mood." He pushed up his glasses. "Disguises make our mission feel like a real espionage."

You watched the doctor encourage a girl as three other nurses clapped for her. "This is weird." You said. "All the staff here are actually nice."

"Of course." Kyoya said. "All staff is chosen by the chairman. It is a school, but it's also a business. He wants the students to be happy, and most students here already have their own doctors for their families. So this, is just a formality."

You quietly scoffed and shrugged, shaking your head. You and the twins kept walking when someone bumped into Kyoya, and Kyoya's gaze lingered on him.

"Huh." The twins then began taking off their shirts to do their exams, and girls started squealing. "See now?" Kyoya asked. "Physical exam day is quite popular with the ladies."

"Hm. My physical exams in y/c had us also do exercise. Everybody was rude and just wanted to get everything over with, and that makes more sense than this." You then shook your head. "But girls here would probably still be squealing for that too because sweat is apparently attractive too."

The twins were being themselves and girls continued squealing. Mori and Honey took this as an opportunity to push you into a corner nobody was in. Tamaki then caught you from behind. "I've been waiting for you princess." He said in your ear.

"Tamaki senpai?" You turned your head.

He giggled in your ear. "You're so cute when you're surprised." He then stepped back. "This is it, the inevitable moment."

"What are you gonna do?"

He shushes you with his finger. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." You felt your cheeks tingle. That was until he put on a wig and stepped into the exams area. "I am ready to take the exams." He announced in his best impression of your voice.

"Hey, is Tamaki trying to dress as a girl?" One girl asked.

Tamaki was shocked, as if he didn't realize people would notice. The twins then bursted out laughing. "He actually did it!" Hikaru laughed out.

"I can't believe he didn't know that wouldn't work!"

Tamaki blushed and angrily grabbed Hikaru. "Why didn't you tell me it wouldn't work?!"

"It's payback for calling us homosexual supporting cast!" He laughed out.

Tamaki looked over at you shyly with big sad eyes. "Um, listen y/n," he timidly said.

"Did you really think that would work?" You asked, and your tone showed that it was a genuine question. He said nothing but pouted, causing you to glare at him. "Big words senpai. Small execution."

"Come this way y/n," Kyoya said. "There's a private room waiting for you."

"Senpai, you look like your enjoying this." You smiled at him. Tamaki dropped to his knees in the background.

Kyoya was smiling as well. "Well, I did need to get my revenge too. I don't appreciate being called supporting cast, homosexual or otherwise."

You both walked away as Tamaki weakly reached for you while fading away. You then went into a room with a female nurse. "Good morning Miss Y/l/n. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've been informed of your circumstances, so we can hurry along this process."

"Thank you ma'am."

"Of course. Step right this way please. You can undress in there." You nodded and stepped inside the dressing area.

The boys were listening to this girl cry about a doctor who supposedly made a pass at her. "I've never been so terrified." She cried.

"How scary!"

"Do you think he was a pervert?" This girls were huddled around her for comfort.

"I had a feeling this might happen." Kyoya thought out loud. "Earlier today I saw a strange man in a white lab coat, though clearly not one of our doctors.

"Shouldn't you have said something sooner?" The twins asked in an annoyed manner.

"I'm sure it's no big deal. I'm sure the security guard will catch him." Kyoya offered.

They still listened to the group in the back. "Tell me," said a doctor. "Did you see where this man went?"

"Yes sir, he was headed towards the private clinic down the hall." The boys were all silent as they realized that he was going to your room.

You had just unbuttoned your shirt, leaving you in your bra. You were about to take off your pants when a man went into your changing room and was peaking outside. It was almost like he didn't see you. "W–um, excuse me, but—"

He rushed over to you and covered your mouth with his hand. "No, it's not what you think. Please just be quiet."

"Y/n!" You both turned to see Tamaki in the air. "Tama-chan~ kick!" He kicked the man in the face and sent him flying into the wall. Tamaki then spun in the air a few times before coming down to the ground.

The twins then appeared. "One. Good looks that attract the public eye."

Kyoya then stepped out of the shadows. "Two. More wealth than you can imagine."

Mori then spoke up. "Three. Chivalry that will never be able to overlook,"

"The hideous wickedness of this world." Honey finished.

As you hugged yourself Tamaki gently placed his own shirt over you. "That's what make up the Ouran Host Club!"

They posed, with an exception of Mori and Kyoya, saying, "We're here, watch out!"

"Please don't hurt me! Spare me my life!" He bowed as you buttoned up Tamaki's shirt. He then got back up. "I run a small medical clinic in the next town over."

You were taken aback by the sudden fact. You looked at Honey, whispering, "Why is he telling us his life story?"

Honey shrugged, and you all listened. "My name is Yabu." You suppressed your laughter, since Yabu is another word for quack doctor. "You see, I came to find my daughter. My wife left me a month ago and took my daughter with her! I know that my daughter goes here."

You sat down to be at the same eye level with him. "Well now that I'm invested into the story, I gotta ask. What happened to make them leave?"

He explained that he kept giving people money and they don't usually pay them back. The latest time was the last straw, and they both left. "I can never say no to anyone. I don't blame them for not wanting to constantly live in debt. But I wanted to see my daughter one last time, so I wandered through the streets and was pounded by rain until I came here. But once I entered I was mistaken for a doctor, here to examine students!"

You smiled. "You mean they mistook the guy wearing a lab coat as a doctor? That's... wow."

"And then it happened," He ignored you. He then explained how he asked a girl for directions and she ran away screaming. "And before I knew it, there were all kinds of people chasing me!" He was bursting with tears.

"So tragic!" Tamaki was also crying.

"Pardon me," Kyoya said. "But I think you may have the wrong highschool. Are you looking for Ouran Public Highschool?"

"Yeah?" He stopped crying and looked up.

"I figured that might be the case. This is Ouran Academy, private institution. Your daughter doesn't go to school here."

He looked shocked, and the twins began to voice their opinions. "Man, you don't even know where your daughter goes to school? That's pretty sad." Hikaru said.

"Yeah, I bet your relationship's messed up because you don't pay attention to them, not because of some stupid debt."

"Wow Kyo-chan, you figured that out pretty quickly." Honey congratulated him.

"Well, the daughter of such a small business man could never afford to go here." You scrunched up your nose I'm response.

"Kyoya," Tamaki said. "Could you make a map of the public schools in this area? I'd like to help this man."

Kyoya looked surprised for a second, but smiled and regained his composure. "Whatever you say."

As the man got up you stepped in front of him. "If you'll allow me to give some advice." He nodded. "If you get there and school is still in session, don't just go in. Wait until she's finished with school, or else you're gonna look like a creep and she'll be too angry and embarrassed to talk." He said nothing and nodded, bowing. He left soon after, and you were all still in the private room. "Well, sorry to do this, but can you guys please leave now?"

Everybody looked surprised. "Y/n, are you still angry with me?" Tamaki said. "You're not going to quit the host club are you?"

You turned to him and smiled, patting his shoulder. "Don't be silly senpai. I need to get to that stupid therapy sesh and you need to put on a shirt. I just gotta take the physical exams and I'll give it back to you." You then turned around and smiled. "Let's get this straight though. I'm not doing it for some food, I'm doing it for my debt."

You giggled, and Tamaki smothered you with a hug. "I can see right through you! I know you're doing it for some squishy ice cream!"

He was smothering too much. "Okay, stop it! The shirt's riding up!"

"Red card!" The twins said in unison. They then dragged Tamaki out and everyone else followed.

You finished your exam fairly quickly and was guided by your nurse to the room of your therapist. "Good morning." She grinned. "Please sit anywhere you'd like."

You had decided right then and there that this was going to suck. There was fancy decor and expensive looking items. There was a nice looking couch and even nicer looking chairs. She had a desk that looked like it costed way too much, and she wore expensive clothing. This was all too much. You didn't belong in this room.

You silently sat on the couch. "I hope you feel your most comfortable self with me, so we can talk about anything you want." Her grin was still on and her tone was still chirpy. You said nothing. "Do you want to begin the conversation?"

You hesitated before speaking up. "May I ask about your background?"

"My background? Well that's an incredibly boring subject, but go ahead! Let's not have any secrets between each other, okay?"

You were silent for a moment again. "How were you brought up? Was it surrounded by things like this?"

You didn't try to smile. You didn't want to be here. There wasn't anything wrong with you, so there wasn't a reason to be here. Besides, this room itself was giving you anxiety. "Things like this? Well, I'm not really the materialistic person, but if you're asking me if I was born into a wealthy family that helped paved the way to my position, then yes. I was born into this."

Her smile never faltered, and you didn't like it. You didn't like the feeling of any of this. Exposed, you felt so exposed. It made you put your head down in shame. "Then don't you think you're a little overqualified to be talking to me right now?"

She was taken aback, but began writing in her notebook. She slightly nodded to it, as if she had decided something. "My, is that what you think?"

What the hell would she even write from that? That you have self esteem issues? That you're self conscious about yourself here? You deserved so much squishy icecream for this. You only shrugged.

"You don't seem very relaxed right now. Maybe we could talk about why that is." You shrugged again. Her smile almost left her face, but she hung onto it. "We can't make any progress if you we don't put in effort dear."

You sucked up your annoyance and smiled, bringing your head up. "If you want me to be happy about this, you could've just said so. And the reason why I'm uncomfortable is because this room is making me uncomfortable."

She then wrote in her notebook again. "I see. Is it the atmosphere? We can go outside to the garden if it makes you feel any better."

"Is this session a one time thing?"

She chuckled. "That's not how progress works."

"Then we can stay in here so I could get used to this feeling."

It was like she cornered you. She knew exactly where to strike. "Do you always feel like you need to comply to things? Like you have to be the one to adjust?"

You frowned. "Where did that come from?"

"Please answer the question dear."

"I don't know, I guess. I have to though. It's not like everybody else has to change their viewpoints to accommodate only me."

"Do those viewpoints make you upset?"

"No."

"I'd appreciate if didn't lie to me."

She seemed to have every one of your moves calculated. She suddenly knew how to outsmart you. "Sometimes, I guess. I don't know. They'll say a comment or two about how different commoners are to normal rich people. It's weird. I never considered myself normal, but I'm different for another reason here than before."

You wanted to slap yourself for saying that. She only wrote in her notebook again. "How were you different before?"

"It just sometimes felt like us against the world. The four of us were unbreakable and we didn't care that it was that way. I felt proud to be looked down on, in this weird way, because my friends were down there with me laughing at everyone else."

"And now?"

"Now I'm down there alone. Everybody looks down on me, but there's no one else to share that with. It just sucks sometimes."

"You have two separate friend groups that you mention. Do you feel differently towards the one back in y/c than here?"

"I never felt ashamed with my y/c friends, I guess. I don't know. They knew everything about me, and they still loved me for it. Maybe I feel like my friends here will just pity me if I open up more?" You brought your knees up and buried your face in between them. "Ugh, no offense doctor, but this sucks butt. I thought this was supposed to help me with my anxiety."

"And you don't feel anxiety when thinking about your new friends finding things out about you?"

You couldn't help but let out a laugh and fall to lay of the couch. "Damn it, you're actually pretty good."

"People can be more complex than you might think. Just as you feel like they won't understand you because of your background, you aren't giving them a chance because of their background." You looked up at her. She was still smiling.

You chuckled. "You really do suck." You then sat up straight. "Hey, how are other people like with your sneaky forwardness?"

She waved off the question. "Oh, I'm usually not like this at all. I normally have to go through this journey with them until they figure it out on their own. I figured you weren't like that and would prefer someone who wouldn't baby you. It's actually quite nice to get straight forward answers back."

You genuinely smiled. "I'm sorry doctor, I think I underestimated you."

She had a different smile on this time. "Hm. Tell me something that your new friends don't know about you."

"That's kinda hard. One of them ran a background check on me."

She chose not to push her luck and not ask about that. "Well, it can be a small fact."

You let out a sigh and looked down again. "I mean, I was at the store the other day and bought them all keychains. Once I brought them to school I realized how worthless this would be to them. So I just kept them.

"Pushing for a better relationship with your friends will maybe let them push with you. They might like the gifts. You don't know until you try it."

"Thanks doctor." You smiled at her.

"One last question, how did you act with your old friends? Were you touchy feely or more to yourself?"

"Um, touchy feely I guess." You then thought about how you and your friends never really had respect for each other's boundaries, though none of you cared. "Really touchy feely actually."

"Try to work on getting to that level with your new friends." She then checked the time. "Oh, it seems we just ended our session. I'm glad we got this far, and there's so much more to talk about. I'll see you next week."

"Yeah, okay." You smiled and got up.

"Oh, dear,"

You stopped. "Yeah?"

"Why don't you give your old friends a call? You seem like you miss them."

"Okay." You said, chirpy. "Bye!"

You walked back to the physical exam area, and everyone was just about finished. All your friends stared at you as you silently walked over to them. You didn't say anything and looked spaced out.

"Y/n," Tamaki quietly asked. "Are you mad at us for sending you to therapy? You're making a face."

"I'm just thinking senpai." You didn't look at him.

"About quitting the club?!" He grabbed you by the shoulders.

You gently poked his face and pushed it away with your finger. "About whether or not I should give you guys something." The bell rang and you looked at the twins. "Oh, let's go guys. Bye everyone."

Nobody said anything. You went to your class silently. "Uh, y/n?" Hikaru asked.

"Hm?" You turned to them.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Kaoru asked.

You smiled and hugged them both. "I'm sure."

After school you decided to use your phone and call the one person you know who also has a phone. The other two were also there, and the three were planning to see you as a surprise on Monday. Luckily, Jasmine can't keep a surprise to save her life.

You entered the host club with a big smile, setting down your bag to turn and see all the boys staring at you. "What?" You asked, still smiling. "Oh! The gifts."

"So you actually did get us something?" Kaoru asked.

"Yup." You brought them out of your backpack and walked over to Mori. You handed him a keychain of a small black belt. "I heard someone say you were in kendo, so I thought this would be nice."

He smiled and patted the top of your head. "Thanks."

You excitedly nodded and bent down to Honey, giving him a bunny keychain. "I thought it would kinda remind you of usa-chan if you two were ever apart."

His eyes shown as he held it in his hands. "Cute! Thanks y/n-chan!"

You walked over to the twins, handing them a tweedle dee and tweedle dum keychains. You didn't know how to explain this one, so all you did was nervously chuckle.

"Get it?" They only stared at it and back at you as you awkwardly walked away and went to Kyoya. You gave him a paintbrush keychain. "One of my clients told me you could paint?"

He smiled and took the gift. "Hm. Thank you y/n."

You grinned and walked over to Tamaki. He was like a puppy who was excited to get a treat. You didn't take any notice in the blush on his face, nervous yourself that he'd say something about the piss poor gift. You put a small bear keychain in his hand.

"I know you have a teddy bear like this, and I've seen your dorky led pencil with the bear on it." An arrow went through him. "So I thought this would be a nice addition."

"No offense," Hikaru said, staring at the gift in his hand. Everybody turned their heads to him. "But you know these are kinda useless to us right?"

You frowned, but quickly replaced it with a smile. "Yeah," you nervously chuckled. "I'm sorry. It's stupid, I don't even know why I got them. Sorry." You then quickly began to walk away. "I'm gonna get my stuff set up."

You made some special tea for your first guest since she mentioned last time it was her favorite. While you were doing this, Tamaki stormed over to Hikaru. "What was that about?"

"What?" He shrugged. "It's true. I don't get why everyone's acting like this is some treasure."

Kyoya began writing in his book. "According to my sources, y/n also gave her friends back home keychains. It's a gift that she can afford, but it seems to only be something that she only gives to those she holds dear." They all looked back at Kyoya, who was still writing. "Don't you think it's peculiar that right after she talked to her therapist, y/n said that she felt comfortable giving us each a gift?"

Kaoru didn't know what to say, and Tamaki grabbed Hikaru's shoulder. "Listen to me." He said quietly. "You have to apologize to y/n. She wanted to do something nice for you, and you showed your gratitude like a slap in the face to her."

He looked over to you in an annoyed manner, walking over and tapping your shoulder. You flinched but still mustered up a smile. Before he could say anything, the host doors opened.

He didn't get the chance to say anything for the next three hours, as you were always busy with a new guest. Over the three hours guilt began to plague him. Why was he feeling bad? It was a harmless fact. His chest felt heavy.

Finally when they were all gone, you began cleaning as quickly as possible. He tried to slyly get closer to you, but you noticed and kept moving to a new area quickly. It was annoying him. "Hey," he called out to you in a demanding tone. "Are you mad at me or something?"

You didn't look in his direction, busying yourself with cleaning. "No. Why do you say that?"

"Tch." He didn't have patience for the feelings inside him. "Why are you avoiding me then?!"

You, as well as the other hosts, were surprised by the sudden outburst. You let out a sigh, turning to face him and giving him a smile. "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry that you had to raise your voice at me."

"Why are you still being nice?" He said in a quiet manner, embarrassed for yelling at you for no important reason. "I just yelled at you."

"Um, I'm sure you're used to having people's full attention." You offered a shrug, your smile still sticking. "People who're raised by hearing a lot of yes's are usually bound to be more demanding. It's only natural, so it's whatever."

"No it's not!" He raised his voice again. "You should be getting mad at others being rude to you. Don't be such a pushover!"

His words stung, and you dropped your smile. "Don't call me that." You said a little forcefully.

"You know what? Next time you go to therapy, work on that!" You didn't say anything and angrily continued cleaning while everybody stared at Hikaru. Tamaki was being held back by Kaoru, while Hikaru was just staring at you. Damnit. This was supposed to be an apology, but he made things worse. "Y/n—"

"No."

Your simple demand got everyone's eyes to you. Kaoru and Tamaki held each other from how scary you looked, while Hikaru stepped a few paces back. After a few seconds he was ready to retaliate with another comment, but before he could he was pulled back by Kaoru.

"Hikaru, try to calm down." Kaoru offered.

This got him angrier. "I don't even need her to forgive me! It's always been me and you, and we never needed anyone else! Why should that change now?"

They both stopped when they noticed you sadly staring at them. You then looked back at your cart full of dishes and rolled it away. When you came back you only saw one twin bashfully staring at you.

"Look y/n, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things, and—"

You began to giggle. "Wow, I never knew people thought of me as so much of an idiot to really not think I can tell some twins apart. Nice try Kaoru." He looked at you, shocked. You kept walking, before stopping to quickly say "I appreciate you trying though."

You walked over to the other twin, who was tied up and squirming under Tamaki's foot. You motioned for Tamaki to back down, which he did as you sat down next to the tied up twin, pulling down the tie over his mouth. "What was that for boss?!"

"If you cannot respect a woman properly, you will have to handled improperly!" You flashed Tamaki a smile for the comment, and he began rolling on the ground and muttering about how cute you are.

You turned to look at Hikaru, who angrily looked away from you. "So, I get it now." You grinned.

"Get what?" He shyly looked over to you.

"Why you're so nonchalant about everybody. It's because you're used to only relying on one person your whole life." He looked at you in awe. You really understood that. "Honestly, it's pretty amazing to look at. I wish I had a life companion like that."

"But don't—"

"Nope, still not gonna talk about that anytime soon. The point is, I get why you weren't concerned about my feelings, and the important thing is that you're thinking about them now...kinda. As long as you're actually sorry then all is good."

He looked away from you and muttered a sorry. You nodded and untied him, standing up to face the others. You let out a sigh and bowed politely. "I sincerely apologize for the unnecessary drama I brought to the club."

You felt a strong hand pull on your arm to lift you back up. You looked up to see Tamaki gently smiling. "Don't think you have to put your head down for us, and stop thinking of yourself as an outlier. We all enjoy your company."

You smiled back, and remembered what your therapist and you talked about. Try to become touchy feely with them. They're all still your friends.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, quietly saying, "Thank you senpai." You pulled back and saw Tamaki as a blushing mess, causing you to quickly yank back. "Sorry! Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have listened to my therapist about being more touchy feely."

"Actually," the twins said as they came to each of your side, back to their flirty selves. "You can do that with us!"

You let out a breathy chuckle. "You guys are so bipolar and I love it." You then walked over the Kyoya. "Are we all still hanging out tomorrow?"

He wrote in his book. "Oh course. Have you decided where we'll go?"

"Yup!" You grinned. "The swap meet!"

"Swap meet?" The twins asked.

"Well, I think you guys call it a flee market here in Japan." You then looked back at the twins. "Call me tomorrow morning so we can pick everyone up and go."

"Roger!" They saluted.

"Wait, y/n," Tamaki said.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable Tamaki-senpai. I'll be less touchy with you from now on."

"Wait y/n! I did like the hug, I promise!" He sobbed.

You giggled. "You don't have to lie to make me feel better. Well, gotta go. Bye guys!" And with that, you left.

"Mama~"

"Is there a problem Tamaki?" Kyoya slyly smiled.

"What if y/n won't hug me anymore?! Who else would she hug?"

"Hm. Well, she could always come to any of the other host members—"

"Are you saying you would let my little girl hug you and smother you with love?!" He barked.

"Hm, if it helps her, then I suppose." Everybody else left Tamaki crying in the music room.

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Author's Note: Well, I don't know about you guys but this chapter felt like hot garbage to me.

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