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djarinvibe · 3 years ago

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After Dark (Mob Boss!Din Djarin x F!Reader) Pt. 6

A/N: okay i am so sosososos sorry this is coming out months after the last chapter. Ill be honest, I lost motivation for a sec but it’s back babey!!!! woo :)

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: flufffff, parent trauma, mild sexual themes, bad psychology (seriously, i did not go to college. i just googled stuff)

Summary: You meet Grogu for the first time and notice something isn’t quite right about the boy. Later, The Mandalorian allows you to go to your apartment to gather the rest of your belongings.

Italics = Flashback // Masterlist

Gentle streams of sunlight peeking through the curtains and shining on your face caused you to stir and blink awake, squinting from the brightness.

The grogginess of sleep kept you hazy while bundled up under the covers, enjoying how soft and silky the fabric felt against your exposed skin. Stretching your stiff limbs, you yawned before cuddling back under the comforter.

“You can't go back to your apartment.” The man spoke, swirling liquor around in his glass. His gaze was focused on the movement.

“Why not?” You furrowed your brow, mind racing. Besides your earlier thought of moving and getting rid of items your parents owned, there was still some stuff you'd like to keep.

“It’s unsafe. Moff knows where you live.” The Mandalorian’s eyes met your own with a firm glare, as if he could not be convinced otherwise. “And like I said, you're never leaving my sight again.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” You nodded, swallowing thickly while standing up and stepping away from the couch you currently sat on.

Your mind ran as you played with your fingers, stepping across his office and approaching the window that looked out across the club. You could see Omera standing behind the bar, happily flirting with a patron sitting across from her. It almost made you miss the simple days of being a waitress down on the club floor; chatting with your coworkers, flirting for better tips, slapping the hell out of handsy guests.

Now, just three months later, everything has changed. For better or worse… you couldn’t tell yet.

The Mandalorian caught your attention, setting his glass onto the coffee table and standing up, “Flower, you will be taken care of.” He spoke softly as he walked across the room to where you stood by the window. He gently pulled you into his grasp, arms tightly wrapping around your waist.

“From now on, you're no longer my employee,” He spoke softly, eyes meeting your own, “You're my Cyar’ika.”

“Good morning.” The deep voice of the Mandalorian caused you to jump slightly, before remembering where you were.

You quickly sat up in bed, eyes greeting the sight of the man standing in the doorway. He had his mask on, but still donned his pajamas; a simple button down top that was blue with white stripes, and bottoms to match. His hair was slightly tussled, proving that he hadn’t even bothered to comb it yet.

“Morning, sir.” You murmured, subconsciously pulling the sheets around your barely-dressed figure. After you learned that you couldn't go home, the man wasted no time declaring that you’d be staying with him.

“You don’t have to call me that anymore,” He commented as he padded into the room. You just then noticed the two mugs filled with steaming coffee in his grasp.

“Habit.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as he handed you one of the mugs. You gently scooped it into your hands, eager to sip the warm liquid and hide your embarrassment.

His ungloved hand rose up to your cheek after you had lowered the mug, cupping your face. “I've arranged a trip to your apartment.” The man spoke softly, “You can pick up what you need; clothes and personal items.”

Blinking, you furrowed your brow in confusion, “I thought it was unsafe?”

The man sighed, pulling away and treading towards the closet. This decision clearly wasn't easy on him, his body language becoming defensive just before he disappeared into the walk-in. It took a moment, but when he stepped out, he had an entire outfit in his grasp, but it wasn't for him, it was for you.

“I'm sending you with Mayfeld and a few of my other guys.” He spoke, handing you the articles. His eyes couldn't help but stare as you quickly exited the safety of the sheets, exposing your chest for mere moments before you pulled the top on.

“Why aren't you coming?” You then asked, grabbing the bottoms.

“I have business at the docks.” It was a simple lie, but he knew it was better than telling you the truth. He isn't going to the docks, but instead he’s actually going to execute his plan to blow up Moff’s building on the edge of Nevarro; The plan he had discussed with Greef Karga weeks ago.

He knew it needed to be done, but he also needed to know that you're going to be safe and far away at the same time. He trusts Mayfeld to make sure you remain unscathed.

“Okay.” You nodded, grabbing the coffee you had set down.

He stepped closer to your figure once more, free hand wrapping around your waist. You could smell his aftershave hidden behind the mask, mixed with the coffees in your grasp, the scents intoxicating your senses.

“I’ll miss you today.” You murmured into his neck. He responded with a low hum, grip tightening around your waist.

You really are going to miss The Mandalorian. The thought of going to your apartment without him by your side was gut-turning. The anxiety filling your veins at the thought was also causing your stomach to twist.

“Hey,” The man's quiet call for attention prompted you to move your head from resting in the crook of his neck, eyes greeting shyly, “I'll miss you too, Cyar'ika.”

You bit your lip, cheeks warming up at the endearment. You then frowned, your free hand raising up to cup his face over the mask “I wish I had a cute pet name to call you. I don't even know your actual name.”

His eyes searched your own. You could see his thoughts rushing behind them, wishing desperately to know what he was thinking. Out of the corner of your eye, his hand raised behind his head. The gray mask that covered everything below the bridge of his nose began to shift before he pulled it off, revealing the rest of his face. Your mouth parted as you gasped, eyes widening.

He was attractive, and it made your core and stomach clench tightly.

His brows were furrowed so tight, a wrinkle had formed between them. His eyes, dark and broody, stared directly into your own. He had a soft, curved nose, while his lips sat tight lipped. You noted he had stubble, not too long, but enough to be noticeable. His face also donned a few small scars; no doubt from his past. He had his guard up by the obvious frown indented in his expression, clearly worried about whatever your reaction will be.

“My name is Din. Din Djarin.”

Your heart raced at his confession, something so intimate and personal he’s probably hardly admitted to a handful of people, “Din,” You repeated, his name leaving your lips, “It's so wonderful to meet you.”

The man’s grim expression softened at the sound of his name. It was the first time you'd seen him don something else rather than a straight, angry brow. You wasted no time pulling your heads together into a firm, eager kiss. Taking the opportunity to place your hand along the side of his bare cheek, you enjoyed the scratch of his facial hair both on your palm and chin.

Din deepened the kiss, one hand moving from your waist down to your ass and groping the clothed flesh generously. You couldn't stop a soft moan from escaping, caressing the man's lips. He let out a soft groan in return, before pulling away.

“The boy is waiting for us in the kitchen with the nanny. I had the chef make breakfast.” He grunted, “Or else I'd fuck you until you can't walk.”

“Rain check,” You quickly spoke with a nod, feeling your core throb at the mention. Din smirked, agreeing to your offer before treading over to where he had set his mask, and tying it back on.

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Trailing timidly behind Din, you could hear the voices of the nanny and Grogu coming from down the hall. The sound of the boy laughing melted your heart, but you still couldn’t help the nerves from rushing through. This will be your first time meeting him while he’s awake. When you and Din returned from the club last night, he had already been put to bed.

You aren’t motherly by any means, being raised an only child with no family nearby, but children have always had a soft spot in your heart. If you hadn’t dropped out of college due to your parents’ death, you probably would’ve become an adolescent therapist.

“And syrup for the growing boy!” The nanny exclaimed, just as the two of you entered the space. Grogu sat at the kitchen island, knees tucked under himself as he balanced on the barstool. He giggled excitedly, eyes wide as the woman poured a small amount of the sticky substance onto a plate of pancakes.

“Peli,” Din spoke just as the woman set down the syrup, prompting her to lift her head. She was small in stature, with a curly mop atop her head. She wore a very bland, monochrome outfit, smudged with stains from Grogu’s fingers. Wrinkles donned her skin, but she still acted and seemed young at heart.

“Good morning, Boss!” The woman smiled wide. Her eyes then shifted to you, a smug grin growing across her expression, “And to you, the woman I heard through the walls last night.”

Heat filled your cheeks as your eyes widened, quickly dropping your head out of embarrassment. You subconsciously stepped further behind the man next to you, desperate to hide from Peli. When you and Din returned home last night, you wasted no time fucking on nearly every surface in his bedroom.

“Sorry dear, I don’t have a filter.” She then spoke with a light chuckle, beginning to cut the pancakes into small bite size pieces for Grogu. The boy sat eager, clapping his small hands in joy.

“It’s true, and it’s a pain in my ass.” Din chimed in, stepping away from your side and approaching his son. He ran his fingers through Grogu’s hair, pulling him into his chest for a quick hug. However, the child was too distracted by the sugary breakfast Peli was preparing to pay any attention to his father.

“You love it, or else you would’ve fired me a long time ago.” Peli teased, stabbing a small piece of pancake onto a fork and handing it to Grogu.

“How long have you worked for him?” You questioned, looking at the woman.

“Oh Maker, longer than I can recall. Before this little monkey came along,” The woman gestured towards the boy eating his pancakes, “I was his mechanic.”

You blinked, a little bit shocked. You never would've guessed.

“Best mechanic I had.” Din commented, sipping his cup of coffee. ‘Mouthy, and pricey, but she could fix anything.”

“Pricey because every car you brought me was filled with bullet holes!” The woman exclaimed playfully, “But, I quit after he adopted Grogu. I fell in love with the kid.” Her eyes shifted to the child who seemed oblivious to the adults around him, a soft expression covering her face.

You followed her gaze to the child, watching him eat. You wondered why he seemed so quiet, except for laughter and other sounds of glee. Besides that, he hasn’t spoken at all. You have no doubt that the child has trauma from his past, which is now manifesting in signs of detachment and muteness.

“Pancakes?” Din’s voice pulled you away from staring at Grogu. You turned, eyes first meeting the sight of a plate with two pancakes before raising to see Din extending the plate out to you.

“Oh, thank you.” You murmured, quickly grasping the dish. Before you turned to go sit at the table, you bit your lip while glancing at Grogu one more time.

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Mayfeld was silent as he drove you and three other lackeys across the neighborhood to your apartment. You sat in the first row of backseats, while two of the men sat behind you. Mayfeld and the last guy were in the front.

The radio hadn't been turned on, leaving the SUV silent save for sounds of the city outside and rattle of the engine. It sent an anxious feeling rushing through your veins. This is your first outing without Din by your side, and leaving him this morning after breakfast wasn’t easy, despite the constant reassurance as he escorted you to the vehicle.

Sometimes you wish you hadn't accepted that promotion. But how were you supposed to know that this would happen? That your boss would fall in love, dragging you into the criminal underworld, simultaneously causing you to form a mild case of Stockholm Syndrome.

When you're with Din, it feels like there's a fog surrounding you. But it's not scary, it's more-so comforting; like an illusionary escape from reality. You forget about your debt, your parents, and all other burdens that weigh down on your shoulders.

You can't always be by his side though, and that's when you feel the most queasy; When the fog lifts to reveal the truth of the situation you’re in.

You moved your gaze from the window to the back of Mayfeld’s head. With your position in the vehicle being behind the passenger seat, you could see more of the side of his face. He had a few light scars, but none quite noticeable like Boba Fett’s.

“How long have you worked for The Mandalorian?” You suddenly questioned, feeling the urge to fill the silence. Plus, you wanted to get to know more about the man. If you’re stuck in this life for good, might as well become close with the man Din trusted the most. Mayfeld let out a snort, your eyes meeting in the windshield's rear view mirror.

“A long time.” He paused, pulling a cigarette out from behind his ear before lighting it. He took a long drag before continuing, “I used to run with another crowd. Mercenaries.”

“Oh? ” You murmured, brow raising.

“It was all fun and games until my squad got hired by an anonymous client to kill The Mandalorian. The Cantina had just opened, and he was makin’ good money. Older mob bosses weren't happy that a new, young one was doing so well, taking their business.”

“W-What happened?”

“He killed my team.” Mayfeld shrugged, ashing the cigarette into an empty, plastic gas station mug sitting in the cup holder, “Never seen such an animalistic, murderous look in someone's eye before.”

You felt a chill rush down your spine, causing you to shiver and swallow thickly. The man has kept his past vague, giving you as little insight as possible. You couldn't blame him though, not when it contained stories such as this one

Mayfeld’s eyes met your own once more through the rearview mirror, “He spared me, only because I begged for my life.”

“Maker.” Was all you could answer. No string of words could convey how you truly felt. You still have a lot to learn about the man who claimed you to be his. You have baggage, but it seems that Din has much more.

“He gave me a job at the club afterwards. I started as a janitor and worked my way up to being his number two.” He took another drag of the cigarette, “Did a lot of shit to please him. Including breaking into my former employers base, and murdering everyone inside. People I'd known for years. It was a true show of my loyalty.”

“Mando loves putting people to the test.” The Lackey in the passenger seat chuckled, his voice slightly squeaky. The man hadn’t ever bothered to introduce himself, but you’ve seen him around the club. He was on the heavier side, with a round chubby face. He was also bald, and had no facial hair.

“Shut up Mythrol.” Mayfeld smacked the guy's arm, causing him to frown and rub the spot tenderly.

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The apartment was dark and cold when you opened the front door. Dim lighting from the hallway shined into the entryway while you stepped inside, the four men following behind.

A sigh left your lips as you walked further in, flipping on the lights and dropping your keys into a bowl. A routine you did every time you have stepped through that door for the past year. Looking around, everything seemed the same as how you left it just the other night; despite a chill in the air and a thin layer of dust.

The radiator has been a problem since your parents started renting the place over thirty years ago; only turning on when you sit and coax it to life. Your dad fiddled with it for years trying to fix it; every fall when the mornings began to leave frost on the windows.

“Nice place.” Mayfeld commented, coming up behind you and entering the living room. You watched as his body approached the mantle, looking at the pictures of your family no doubt.

“It was.” You murmured.

“These your folks?” The bald man then questioned, holding up a picture of just the two of them. He knew who they were, putting the connection together when digging into your past for The Mandalorian. He also saw them amongst the civilians dead.

“Uh, yes.” You frowned, walking over and grabbing the frame from his grasp.

“They live outta state, or?” Mayfeld pried even though he knows they're dead, watching your figure step away and fall onto the small loveseat couch. Playing dumb was the best way he learned to survive in this business.

Your eyes were concentrated on the photo as you answered, “No. They passed away a year ago.”

They were so young in the photo, around your age. Your mother sat in your fathers lap, arm tossed around his shoulder. She had a lit cigarette in her other hand. Your father’s grin was wide as one arm was wrapped around your mothers waist, holding a plate of food in the other. That image had been taken at your grandmother's sixty-fourth birthday party, two years after you were born.

“Sorry to hear that.” The man answered, breaking your attention away from the frame. It was the typical pity everyone responded with. hearing it held no meaning, nor gave you any comfort.

You shrugged while standing back up, putting the frame back onto the mantle, eyes meeting those of Mayfeld, “Life happens.”

His eyes followed your figure as you quickly flipped on your heel towards a hallway closet, watching as you opened the door and grabbed a large duffel bag. You were clearly avoiding the emotion that had come up.

Honestly, since their death, it's what you do. Initially you scream-cried for days after learning of the news. But it's just easier to go numb and change the subject now. You know you need to embrace the emotion and coach yourself through it. Hell, you went to school for it. But you just can’t, no matter how hard you try.

Mayfeld felt hesitant before opening his mouth to speak, watching your back, “I lost my parents young too.”

Furrowing your brow, you closed the closet door and slowly turned around, intrigued as to what he was going to say. He stood in the same spot, but he had turned and was looking out the window to the street below.

“Couple of spice addicts killed them in the alley next to our apartment. Scumbags were looking for cash.” He added, voice monotone, but you could feel the emotion, “I was fourteen.”

“Maker, I'm so sorry.” You responded, face twisting in sorrow.

“Listen kid,” He spoke softly, looking away from the window and back towards you. The barrier of the tough guy had lowered to reveal a soft side, “You'll mourn them forever. But, don't let that stop you from living. Plus, Boss is going to take great care of you.”

“I won't.” You murmured, face heating at the mention of Din, before clearing your throat, “I'd better pack my stuff.” You then spoke, gesturing to the door to your bedroom.

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jishyucks · 4 years ago

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Eight Count ‣ lmh

‣ genre: fluff, enemies-to-lovers, hogwarts!au, I think it's a slow burn

‣ wc: 10.8k

‣ summary: "There's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." ; in which fate decides to be an ass and make you and Minho dance partners

‣ an: I'm sosososo sorry @ whoever requested this bc of how long it took. I didn't mean for it to be so long but it kept going and uni is to blame bc all of the work :(( but anyways enjoy !!

You feel the beat of your heart quicken as you maneuver through the maze of corridors that you had begun to approach. Time was ticking. The first classes of the day had already started about half an hour ago, and here you were, racing down the stone hallways, tardy and a bit dazed.

It had only been a mere five minutes since you had woken up in the dormitories in pure panic, the realization that everyone had left and you were still cuddled up against one of the pillows in your bed driving you to act quick. You could accuse your housemates of not even bothering to check if you were alive, but you soon decided to place the blame on your body's restlessness and inability to go to sleep when you wished. You wouldn't call it insomnia, but your sleeping patterns weren't normal either.

Approaching the dance room with a quiet sigh of relief, you tug at the wooden door and peek in, hoping that you weren't barging in at such a humiliating time.

Scattered around the rather room, students were paired in twos. Each couple's bodies had been facing each other, hands sitting awkwardly in the other's while their faces were turned towards the dance instructors, Professor Shin and Professor Na. By the look on Professor Shin's face, it was evident that she was about to continue speaking, but the door swinging open had caught her attention.

"Ahh Y/N, nice of you to finally join us," she clasped her hands in genuine excitement, passion towards dance obviously bubbling up inside of her.

You grinned crudely and bowed your head, "W-what should I do, Professor?" Spotting your best friend Felix within the group of students, he tried his best to send you a look of 'we were supposed to be partners'. You shot him an apologetic expression back before turning your attention back to both professors.

After a brief pause in thought, Professor Na's face lit up, "Ah yes! Lee Minho lacks a partner as of now!" Following the eyes of your teacher, they brought your line of sight to the far corner of the room where Minho had been sitting. At the mention of his name, he raised his head to see that everyone had been gaping back at him in what seemed like total silence.

A sharp intake of air through your nose had replicated a gasp, eyes growing wide, "P-pardon?" Out of all the boys in the class, an amount you couldn't keep track of with your fingers, you had to end up with Lee Minho? The human embodiment of a wet sock?

Minho was… unbearable, to say the least. It wasn't that he had done something for you to hate him, which made you seem like a bad person, but in all honesty, your guys' personalities didn't seem to match. He was too arrogant, in your opinion. He has this energy that he carries that really didn't sit well with you, and by the looks of it, the feeling was mutual. It was as if you both ended up on the opposite bc end of everything.

It really doesn't help that you're a Hufflepuff, and he's a Slytherin. For some unknown reason, they always loved teasing the people from your house, though Hufflepuffs chose not to return their actions.

"Mr. Lee is the only student remaining with no partner."

You gulped and slowly approached him, only because your professors had motioned you over to him. If you could protest, you would, but what was holding you back was the attention given by the entire class and the teacher's who seemed too excited for their own good.

Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, eyes lighting up in wrongly-fueled happiness. He hopped from the upper bench and down across from you. You blinked back at him dryly, maintaining calm yet trying to speak to him with your eyes.

Crossing his arms, he leaned forward and smirked, "Why the bitter face? You should relish in your luck for ending up with me."

"Stop talking, dead cells are coming out of your mouth… Luck my as–"

"Now! That everyone has a partner, I'd like you all to stick with these individuals until these classes are finished," Professor Shin had announced. It was quickly followed by groans and whining from many of your classmates. Though you hated your partner and wished you had arrived earlier and paired with Felix, you stood quiet, isolating the anger within your chest.

"And before we begin once again," Professor Na added, "I'd like to point out that this is still a class. We will be holding a class particularly focused on evaluation and your grade will be heavily based on participation over the length of this course." Once again, a chorus of grumbles had flooded the room.

You hear Minho curse under his breath, only because he was now two steps too far into your bubble, "This is utter bullshit."

This time it was your turn to taunt, "Why? Are you scared or something? Can't dance? Can't keep up with everyone?"

Narrowing his eyes, he scoffs, "Oh, shut your mouth, bumblebee. Just wait and see."

ii.

"Get up!" Felix tugged at your arm, voice sounding louder than it actually was. When you hadn't shifted at all in your bed, he sighed and tugged once more, "Y/N!"

"Wha– Felix you're not allowed in here!" You kicked at your blanket and sat up.

"We need to get to dance class," he clicked his tongue, "Let's go~"

"I really don't want to go," you whined, "I'd rather fail a class than hold hands with Lee Minho for an hour and a half." Felix dragged you out of your bed to see that you were already dressed in your robe, only your yellow and black tie had been carelessly tied.

"Wait, did you not change out your clothes from yesterday?" Felix jumped back in exaggeration, alarmed and slightly grossed out. His nose scrunched while he judged you through his eyes.

You glared at him and scoff, "Of course I did, you idiot. And don't act like you haven't done that." You take this as your victory as it was true, Felix had gone two days without changing, and it was a bit nasty considering all the places he's gone to in a day.

This time it was his turn to glare at you, "You shut your mouth! Now let's leave before Snape sees us roaming the halls once class starts."

Minho winced slightly, trying not to let your feet ruin the simple waltz routine that the class had finally run through, "If you step on my foot one more time, I'm shoving yours up your arse." His teeth were gritted in frustration, looking down at you with narrowed eyes.

"Then stop stepping on my feet," you muttered back, hoping that no one else, especially the professors, were hearing you two bicker.

It had only been about two lessons into the class and that amount of times that Minho had purposefully disrupted the routine… as if it were good, to begin with.

The two of you found it difficult to fall in sync with each other. It was always either going too fast or too slow, someone making an 'accidental' mistake, and Minho's favourite, holding your hand and hip with a tight and stubborn grip. It wasn't evident whether he was doing it on purpose, either, but you had pointed it out plenty of times, and he never seemed to loosen them.

"I'm not stepping on them," he pushed you back a little too early in the dance, causing you to stumble on your own feet. This caught the attention of those around you, though they carried on almost immediately after.

"Tell that to my bruised toe," you argued back.

As if you were being blessed, the music had finally come to an end. You promptly retracting your arms and to your body and taking a step back from Minho. He had done the same, going an extra mile to turn away from you and to the professors.

"Perfect! Perfect!" Professor Na's face lit up from excitement, "Now that we have learned this simple routine, next class we are moving on to one of the actual dances done in the Yule Ball as tradition. I hope you all are excited as I am!" Very few students had taken time to let out a "whoop" while everyone else, including you, chose to retrieve their books at the seats.

Felix approached you with a pitiful smile. He already knew what you were going to say, patting your back gently, "So how was it?"

Exhausted, you just shook your head and shrugged. Being partners with Minho honestly had been completely draining for you, mentally and physically, which was unusual as you could often live through such situations without feeling the need to scream.

"What else do you think?"

Felix nodded apologetically and puffed out his cheeks, "Is it as bad as the potions exam we had in fourth year?" He shuddered subtly and led you out of the classroom. Just thinking about that exam made Felix want to claw at his brain. If there was a way to take a particular memory and make it disappear from the chamber of long term memories, he would. Maybe then he'd be able to get a few more hours of sleep.

"Yes," you replied simply. The test was equally as horrible for you, but a test didn't force you to 'create chemistry' with a certain Slytherin.

"You're lying… can't be that bad," Felix laughed lightly.

"Easy for you to say," you sighed.

From behind, you feel someone bump your shoulder and pass by you, "Oops," he snickered, walking backwards to watch your reaction. The only thing he was missing was popcorn.

You turned to see Minho and rolled your eyes, "Ha-Ha, you're so funny, Lee Minho." Such a childish joke and you guys were almost leaving Hogwarts.

Though your reply had been dripping in sarcasm, Minho's wit had dodged it entirely, "Well thank you very much," he bowed, more like a manly curtsy, before he ran off, leaving Felix slightly puzzled at what just happened.

"Don't you see how much of a dingbat he is? He constantly chooses to pick on me just to get a reaction out of me," you utter, "He should be glad I was raised to be patient, if not I'd be hexing him like the world was near its end."

"I see a pattern," Felix hummed. The expression on his face looked as if he had come to an incredible epiphany.

Making a face, you click your tongue, "What do you even mean by that?" What pattern? Green, white, green, white? Minho and his constant need to be the crow to your crops?

Felix patted your head, "You're slow sometimes, you know that right?" He puffed his cheeks up and raised his brows as he looked down at you as if you were a kid.

"Can you just spit it out?" you narrowed your eyes at him before you physically pried his hand off your head.

"Minho does all of that just to get a reaction out of you," Felix presses his lips into a thin line, slowly forming a smile.

Finally arriving at the next classroom, you groaned, "You basically repeated what I said earlier…"

"If you didn't know this already, boys love getting attention from someone they are attracted to," Felix plopped into his seat. You followed right after, "I should know… I'm a boy."

You almost laugh at the tone of his voice. The confidence and the look he gave you to emphasize his statement; was all too funny, "So what you're saying is… Lee Minho has a – and god forbid– crush on me?" Felix nods like a young child, with eyes wide and a tight-lipped smile.

"Bollocks," You burst out laughing, "Felix, I love you, don't get me wrong, but you've never said anything more rubbish in the years I've known you."

"The chances are never zero," Felix put his index finger as if he were saying it in 'a matter of fact'.

You lean forward and sit your chin at your folded forearms. You eyed the teacher as she made her way into the room, "You're right there, Lix, but there's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." You locked that statement in, feeling your words and emotions contradict.

Right?

iii.

"And then Y/N had the audacity to step on my foot," Minho kicked at the bench across from him, frustration released after what seemed to Seungmin was years of ranting. He didn't mind though, in years of being in the same house as him, he learned how to block him out yet still know what was going on when Minho asked for some sort of reply.

Minho tapped the end of his pencil against his textbook, eyes drifting off elsewhere in the grand hall. Students were clumped at their respective tables, studying for whatever class they had. Minho was trying to do the same, but his state of mind was not in the mood. But he was trying, he was pushing himself, that's what mattered in his opinion.

Turning his attention to Seungmin, who was seated next to him, he jumped, seeing that Seungmin's eyes were wide and directed at him, "What the hell!?"

"What?" Seungmin shifted back forward, facing his own books. In a sense, the scene was hysterical. He acted as if he hadn't done anything wrong or out of the ordinary, but Minho still tried to push an explanation out of him through looks.

"What do you mean what? Why were you looking at me like that?" Minho put his pencil down and closed his book on it.

"I was trying to see something," the boy shrugged and got back to his own work.

Again, Minho furrowed his brows at Seungmin's lack of detail in his response. What in the world was he even trying to do? "Trying to see what? If you don't answer me properly–"

"Okay! Okay!" Seungmin exclaimed a little too loudly, earning looks from other wizards in the room, "You know that saying that if you're in love, you start to glow?"

"No? What type of nonsense are you saying?" Minho scoffed, "Love? Are you sick or something?" Roughly, Minho brought the back of his hand to Seungmin's forehead, which Seungmin had thrown off almost right away.

"You've been talking about Y/N this entire period, you haven't stopped until moments ago," wiggling his eyebrows, Seungmin whispered his reply to Minho, making sure no one would be able to hear him this time.

Minho's face had contorted into one of disgust and confusion, "And?" Where was Seungmin even going with this? He was just relieving stress. It's not that deep.

"My point is that they're the only thing you've been talking about lately," Seungmin scribbles his pen at the top of his paper to get it to work, "Even if I start the conversation, it somehow just shifts to Y/N. Normally I'd be mad, but since you're in love, I'll let it pass."

"In love?" Minho's jaw dropped, a mixture of emotions swimming around inside of him, "In love!?" Trying to find words to perfectly reflect what he was saying, he fails, shoving Seungmin off the bench. Actions spoke louder than words, right?

Seungmin smirked and chuckled, unfazed, "What? Cat got your tongue?" He gets up, dusting his robe off before sitting back down, "It's because I'm right, aren't I?"

Minho gulps, "Will you quit it? You're…"

"I'm…?"

"You're confusing me. Quit it," Minho huffs, gathering all his things as he was planning to return to the dormitories. This was a different way of playing with emotions. There was a zero per cent chance that he liked you, or worse, loved you. That word was way too strong, dangerous like amortentia.

"I take that as a yes!" Seungmin stood his ground, just letting out a genuine laugh.

Minho held a finger up at Seungmin, who still laughed, unbothered. He didn't like you. And if he did, it wasn't wrong to do so. It was an ordinary mortal thing to have feelings. But that didn't matter right now because he didn't like you, not even a tiny crush.

But that slight state of unfamiliar panic in his heart says otherwise.

iv.

The muscles in your arm were aching from the horrible fact that Minho had been purposefully letting his arm go limp while he was holding your hand, which somehow led to you holding up his arm with your arm. You frowned at him, tempted to let your arm fall in the middle of the routine.

"Can you actually put in some effort?" you whispered through gritted teeth. Squeezing Minnho's hand, you directed a look of annoyance that only returned with an amused look. Underneath his robe, you could tell he had been intentionally dragging his feet, causing the both of you to slowly hold those partnerships behind you up.

"I'm not wasting energy on this," he shrugs quietly, "It's ridiculous."

"What don't you find ridiculous?" you rolled your eyes, "You Slytherins and the lack of interest in anything but yourselves. Where's the excitement in that?" No, you didn't want to generalize the entire Slytherin population, especially since you had family members from that house, but you knew exactly how to rev up Minho's engine. Just by the way his face twisted, you knew damn well you hit the right spot.

"Shut your mouth before I spin you a little too hard…" he said a little bit louder, "I don't find it ridiculous, I just find that us being partners is ridiculous… who in this entire school would want to be partners with you?" Before you could even reply, he had caught you, "That's not from your house."

"Jokes on you, I know plenty of people who would be partners with me," you scoffed, and it was true. There was Jisung who had somehow been sorted into Gryffindor, Hyunjin and their seniors, Bang Chan and Changbin. And there was Jeongin, who was a Ravenclaw. You could list a handful more, but that's beside the point.

"Silence is deadly," he stifled a laugh which had driven you to 'accidentally' stumble over your own feet. This caused him to stumble himself, only he wasn't prepared for it, "I'm blaming you for ending up being my partner. I was hoping someone else would've entered the room. But no, it had to be you."

"You're blaming me? For this?" You shake your head out of disbelief, not noticing that your voice had gone louder. You were catching the attention of those around you and the professors at the front of the room, "You could have found a partner you wanted in the first place but you probably decided to stay back and wait for someone to go up to you. No one wanted to be partners with you, which is why you ended up alone in the first place."

Minho's eyebrows furrowed, eyes almost on fire at what you had just said, "You know what?!"

Before he had been able to continue the banter, Professor Shin had cleared her throat. The glares that they both were sending your way had caused the both of you to stop with the squabbling, "Y/N, Minho, I know we've never talked to the two of you about your constant bickering, but it is simply interrupting the atmosphere of my classroom."

Taken aback, the both of you had stumbled over each other's feet, falling to the ground and causing a domino effect among the rest of the students.

Flustered, you turn to Minho, "That was all your fault, Lee Minho." You huffed and attempted to get up, failing once you noticed that Minho was practically lying on your leg.

"Oh be quiet," he rolled his eyes and dusted himself off, "That was all you! You and your two left feet." The rest of the room was silent, regardless of the incident. All ears and eyes were on the 'love birds,' not entirely sure whether or not they should blame you both on what had just happened.

Sliding out from underneath him, you scoffed, "Don't speak so highly of yourself, Minho."

Minho cackled, "Highly? Of myself?!"

"Stop this instant!" Professor Na had finally mustered up the courage to intervene, anger bubbling in his stomach, "Enough!" The two professors began helping the students up, scolding both of you as they did.

"Five points deducted from your respective houses," Professor Shin said sharply, "And you both are now in charge of polishing the floor every Friday for the following three weeks."

"But professor–"

Minho was cut off, "That, or ten points off for your houses…" And without another word, you both chose to polish the floors after all classes were done for the day.

Day one of polishing the floors was practically the most difficult. Not only did the professors restrict using magic to finish the chore, but the overall idea of doing something alongside Minho aggravated you, which was why you hated dancing with him so much. The comments he'd make, the taunting looks he'd give you, the jokes that were obviously uncalled for, they all were honestly bringing you to the point of near insanity.

At first, both of you had decided to start off on the same side, almost the same corner. But the moment you noticed Minho constantly glancing your way in the corner of your eye, you decided against it, "How about I start at that end."

"Whatever floats your boat," he mumbles, "I don't care."

The tone in his voice hadn't matched yours, which you assumed was polite enough not to spark some type of that energy in him, but it did.

"Whatever," you make your way to the other end, sliding your robe off on the way. You let it hang off one of the benches, making sure it wasn't touching the floor. You rolled up your sleeves and started polishing the further end of the room, a bit relieved that Minho wasn't hovering anywhere within your line of sight. It was better that way.

The second day, you were hoping that you could get through a period of cleaning without hearing Minho's ungodly voice. He had been moving back and forth from one corner to the other, feet squeaking seemingly endlessly against the floor. You wished that the volume of the music could be turned up louder.

"I'm doing more than you are," Minho pointed out. You turned to find that he was standing in the middle of the room, hair messy and beads of sweat lining his hairline. His collar was out of place, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows just as yours were. Did he, for some reason, look attractive, or was it the lack of light in the room? Probably the latter.

"What do you mean you're doing more than I am?" you feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "I'm doing the same amount of work as you." And you were, but you were working just a bit slower than he was. He had probably sped through his area with the idea that the sooner you both finished, the sooner you were able to leave.

"Just hurry up," he groaned. Minho dragged his feet over to a lone stool, pushing it against the wall before plopping into it. The music continued to play, drowning out the shuffle noises of his feet.

"No," you replied, keeping your speed consistent. It wasn't like you wanted to stay longer. It was the fact that Minho couldn't leave until you were finished that was making you act this way. Maybe if he did his job well, he wouldn't be sitting around doing nothing.

Tile by tile, you continued to carry out the chore given to you, not paying mind to the pair of eyes that were burning holes into your back. You ensured that the areas you had worked on were basically spotless, reflection or not, you assumed that shiny meant clean.

Minho had been humming along to the somewhat catchy tune, foot tapping to pass the precious time he believed you were wasting. Nonetheless, he leaned back and sighed, hoping you could finish in time, so he had time to nap before dinner.

"Why do they even need classes for dancing?" He sighed out. At first, you weren't quite sure if he was speaking to you or if he was just thinking out loud, "I feel like we'd be fine either way…" You turn to look at him, seeing that he was already staring at you down.

"I mean it's going to look nice at the Yule Ball,"

You replied.

"Yeah but not everyone's going… it's a waste of time," Minho had a point, yet you still found it somewhat amusing that the school would want to organize such things.

"I don't see why you don't just skip class if you find it a waste of time," you moved onto another spot and sighed, "No one's stopping you."

"Yeah but who'd be your partner then?"

Not knowing how to react to his question, you keep quiet. Minho decided not to follow up on the problem, thinking that he had said something out of the ordinary.

The sun had reached the horizon when you finished your portion of the room. You stood up to stretch, hearing the joints of your knees and back pop out of exhaustion. It was satisfying to see the difference between the used, scruffy floor and the clean, polished floor.

"Okay Lee Minho I'm finished," without taking a glance at the boy, you made your way over to the record player. You lifted the needle off and picked the record up, slipping it into its sleeve. It didn't occur to you that Minho hadn't shifted in the past thirty minutes, silence filling the room because you turned the music off.

"Minho?" Finally turning to him, you found him sleeping with his head sat back against the wall. His mouth was wide open, practically becoming a makeshift trap for bugs that happened to be flying around. The rest of his body was limp, legs spread out beneath him. It was surprising that he hadn't fallen off yet.

You walked up to his sleeping figure and laughed lightly, wishing you had a camera to capture this moment. It would've been great blackmail. Maybe then he'd start being nice to you. Naturally, your eyes followed the slope of his nose, then to the two front teeth that stuck out from underneath his top lip.

He had bunny-like features, and you didn't mean that in a wrong way. His face was still sculpted nonetheless. Anyone with eyes would have to admit that he was attractive.

"Done staring at me yet?"

You screamed and jumped back, pressing your hand up to your chest as if to calm you down. Looking back at Minho, you find that his eyes were still closed, yet a smirk had replaced his gaping mouth. The number of curse words that threatened to leave your mouth was countless, the embarrassment creeping up to your cheeks. He finally lifted his head to look at you, eyes still a bit droopy from his nap.

"I-I wasn't staring at you," you denied, shaking your head a bit too aggressively, "Well I was… but because I was laughing at how foolish you just looked."

An offended look surfaced Minho's face, scowling at you as he stood, "I have this feeling that you're lying, bumblebee… Anyways, this is where I leave. Finally, after years." He shook his rolled-up sleeves so that the cuffs slid back to his wrists. You let him leave without another word from the two of you, still in a bit of shock at what just happened. You knew he was never going to let you forget that.

You slumped next to Felix as dinner was being served, an expression almost as heavy as your posture. He looked down at you, debating whether or not he should interrupt the mini montage you were probably playing through your head.

"I want to ask you how the cleaning today was but I think I already know just by looking at you," he stated, sliding a piece of roasted chicken your way, "Unless you do want to speak about it. Just eat and the day's over."

You gave him a grateful smile and gestured for him to eat too, eyes lighting up slightly, "I'm actually not tired from cleaning that stupid dance room, but it's just… this thing that happened. It was beyond embarrassing."

Felix snorts and stuffs his cheeks with food. His words came out muffled as he still chose to reply with a full mouth, "What happened this time?"

You glanced towards the Slytherin table, eyes scanning it quickly to get one quick look at Minho before you whispered, "Minho fell asleep waiting for me to finish cleaning. He looked idiotic as he did so I sorta just—how do I say this— stared at him? But it wasn't like I was admiring him, it was more like I didn't want that stupid look on his face to go away. It was amusing."

"And?"

"In the middle of that he went, 'are you done staring yet?' It was like he had a sixth sense or something," you muttered, "Now I feel like he's making fun of me."

"Doesn't he always make fun of you," Felix had yet again stuffed his mouth, so his words were still muffled, "Why does it matter this time?"

"It's different. It's not some useless situation… it was genuinely embarrassing," you poke the food before taking a bite of your own, "He's going to it against me, I already know."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he'll forget it sooner than you will."

"Hey remember when I caught you staring at me?" Minho's voice echoed faintly throughout the room. He stood up to stretch before he crouched back down.

"I never stared at you," you sneered, "And why are you talking about that as if it happened years ago. That was literally last week."

"That's long enough in my book," he retorted, "Good times." A small reminiscing type smile appearing on his lips.

"Can you not start? I sorta want today to be stress-free and you're literally ruining it," you roll your eyes and move onto the next tile on your side. Minho had decided to choose a different record to play today, one the professors had never played in class. It had been hidden behind all the other records being used, and it took Minho a good five minutes to rake through all of them just to get to it.

The songs were more upbeat than the waltz music you were forced to listen to, which was actually much more perfect for cleaning to. It made it a bit more bearable than the last two times you had to clean.

Minho didn't reply, though you didn't see how he switched glances between you and the mechanical polisher in hand. The track had shifted into a faster song, something that was easy to dance to. From where he stood, he could see your knitted eyebrows, eyes dropping from the slight fatigue blanketing over you after a long school day.

Upon awareness that his shoulders were slumped, he straightened himself and sighed. This week had indeed been a long week, and it was evident in some way in both of you. This was the last of the week's labour before he could go and relax while mindlessly saving his homework for Sunday.

The music had been tempting to let go earlier than he should for the week, the steady beat and the catchy melody filling the room.

Putting the polisher and the rag down, he took a few steps towards you, still contemplating whether he should do what he was thinking or not. He was unsure whether it was bizarre for him to pull such a thing. But you did say you wanted a stress-free day, so he thought he should switch up a bit.

He started moving his body to the rhythm of the music, head bobbing as it took over him naturally. It was easier dancing alone than with a partner, that's for sure, but he wanted to invite you.

"Y/N!" He was freestyling, arms flailing and legs bringing him across the room with a swift movement.

You sighed, "What now?" Turning to Minho, you find him in the middle of the dance room, doing what the room was made for. He had a foreign smile on his face, not the usual smirk you'd find him sporting.

"What the–"

"Join me!"

You went through several different emotions in seconds, confusion, amusement, joy, contemplation… how were you supposed to react to a goofy Minho?

"Join me!" He repeated. This time he approached you, hands out in invitation, "C'mon it's fun!"

"Minho, we have to finish this so we can leave, remember?" You tried to keep a stern look on your face, yet you couldn't hold back the smile that had been forcing itself out. Minho suited this look; It was happier and carefree. You didn't know that his eyes would light up when he smiled a somewhat gummy smile.

"I know, but let's take a break," being the impatient boy he was, he took hold of your hands and pulled you up. He led you in a dance that probably wasn't considered a partner dance. He just pushed your arms back and forth like those scenes in the movies.

"Minho!" You finally let out a laugh, feet unable to keep up with his. He was sidestepping left, then sidestepping right, then back and forth, all unplanned. You stumbled, letting out joyful laughter that was rare around Minho. He laughed along with you, eyes disappearing the bigger his smile got.

When your legs had gotten worn out from constant movement, you tripped over one of them, sending you and your dance partner to the ground. Instead of erupting anger that would have usually washed over you, fits of laughter fell in its place, echoing throughout the room.

Before you could ask if he was okay, you hear footsteps enter the room, a confused Professor Shin staring the both of you down, "What are you two doing?! This is not polishing the floors!" The exasperation changed the normal hue of her skin into a shade of crimson.

Quickly apologizing, you get up and return to your so-called 'stations,' not being able to say another word about what had just happened to each other.

You wouldn't admit it out loud, not in front of Minho at least… but that was the most fun you've had in weeks.

Little did you know, Minho felt the same way.

There was a part of you who had gotten used to Minho's horrible dancing after two weeks of dancing classes. After what happened last week, there was a tiny sliver of toleration that had surfaced from both of you. It was mutual. But obviously, neither of you were going to admit it.

Though Minho was starting to get somewhat bearable, there were still days when he'd begin to act up, smirk pinned tightly on his lips while he mischievously pranced about in the dance room. Today was one of those days.

When Professor had slipped the record onto the play, dropping the needle onto the very edge and starting it, Minho had chosen to let his body go heavy, relying on you to haul him around like a giant, weighted ragdoll. You knew he wasn't tired, just judging by the look in his eyes.

"Give it up," you tugged him roughly in one direction, then again towards another, feet hardly following the steps the class was taught the past few weeks. If Minho let his body grow just a bit limper than it already was, his head would have fallen directly onto your shoulder. If you were being honest, you didn't want any attention from anyone else in the room, "Lee Minho, I'm not in the mood for this today, okay?"

Minho's ears perked at the foreign tone that had slipped from your lips, sensing that you were being serious. You would tell him to quit it most days, but never with that tone; It was no fun if you weren't fighting back. Sighing quietly, he had picked his body up and started to follow the eight-count that Professor Shin was practically yelling out.

This minor change didn't go unnoticed by you, feeling his body grow lighter just moments after you'd ask him to quit it. Did he just…?

Other students in the room were surprised that you two were going more than thirty seconds without arguing like a married couple. Many sets of eyes didn't bother leaving the both of you, watching what would happen next in the twist of events.

Minho's feet carried his body swiftly; for the first time, he was guiding you like he was supposed to, but his eyes were glued to his feet, not wanting it to become weird if he were to make accidental eye contact with you. He didn't like how quiet it was between the both of you. The music didn't even do its purpose by filling the silence.

"Are you going to the Yule Ball?" Minho asked awkwardly. He twirled you as part of the dance. He recognized that look on your face which was basically a wordless reply, "That was probably a dumb question." Shaking his head, Minho mentally slapped himself. Never in his life did he fail with words.

"Of course I'm going," you replied rather expressionless, "Why would I not?" You were almost as confused as earlier. Minho trying to make a civilized conversation. Who the fuck was this? It wasn't Minho.

He shrugs, "I don't know… I guess you have a date…?" Minho, what the fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut as if the stone floor would swallow him wholly to take him away from this situation.

As puzzled as you were, you still decided to keep the conversation as it was, "Nope… I think I'm just going with Felix for fun." You tried to keep your tone calm when really you were freaking out. The only thing was you had no idea why you were freaking out, "Y-you?" Facepalm.

"No one."

None of you chose to speak after, not knowing where the conversation was going. The song was slowly reaching the end, which you had wished came sooner. Minho's hands were growing sweaty, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe your hand off. It was getting hot in the room too. Your collar was growing tight, throat itching for water.

Minho's heart was beating a bit too fast for his liking, but it was probably because he was growing tired from the moving. He wondered if you could feel how sweaty his hands were getting. Embarrassing.

"Final counts!" Professor Na called out before the static of the record player replaced the music. The two of the professors had clapped in adoration, overlooking all the students in the room.

Professor Shin had a broad smile on her face, "Beautiful! Gorgeous! Best one so far!" She twirled in place, "Thank you everyone! The Yule ball is in two weeks so I am very pleased with the effort you all are putting into this class! Remember we still have the final class in which you are graded, which I'm sure you all will ace."

"I couldn't care less," Minho mumbled, only so you could hear.

You turn to him, squinting your eyes and tilting your head to express your slight frustration, "You know I'm your partner right?"

"Oh no~ really?," he stuffed his hands into his pockets, "And?"

"And? I don't want to fail this class, even though I'm forced to dance with you," you stated, "So don't you fucking dare fail us both." That tone in your voice was evident once again, catching Minho off guard. The only reason that it had this effect on him was that he was so used to you choosing to fight back. It was like some sort of reminder that everyone around him was getting old, and soon all those around him were expected to be serious.

Nevertheless, Minho shrugs to annoy you, "Whatever."

Instead of answering, you eyed him once more. Your dancing just a few moments ago says otherwise.

You had practically sighed out the total capacity of your lungs as you hung onto Felix's arms on the way out the door.

"What are you sighing about?" He chuckled.

"You already know," you elbowed him.

Felix rolled his eyes and sang, "I saw you guys dancing earlier~."

You pushed him away gently, shock littering your face and posture, "What the bloody hell are you on about now, Lee?"

"You guys actually look cute together when you aren't babbling and all," he grinned innocently. Your heart had the audacity to skip a beat, startling you just as much as Felix did.

"Cute?" You scoffed, "First you said you think he liked me, now this? Are you his wingman or something? Are you trying to get me to like him?"

Felix skipped in his step, "I don't even talk to Minho, Y/N, don't be ridiculous… wait… did you basically just say you're starting to like him?" He gasped, hand slapping over his mouth, which had fallen in shock.

"No," you say flatly.

"Liar," Felix poked at your rib, "Liar. At least confess that you find him less bad."

"Sure, whatever makes you happy, Felix."

When you had fallen out of Felix's line of sight, you let the corner of your mouths turn up slightly. He said we looked cute, you think, only followed by you flicking yourself in the temple.

"I thought you were staying here until it closed?" you frown at Felix, who started gathering his stuff. You both had planned on cramming everything in for a test the next day, but plans didn't go as planned when Felix was eager to go back to the dormitories to sleep until the morning.

"My eyes are going to fall out of their sockets if I don't go and sleep, Y/N," he pats your head as if he were talking to a young child, "You can stay if you want. I know how much you hate studying in the common room." He double-checks his area to ensure he hadn't forgotten any of his belongings before patting your head once more. He grins and turns towards the door of the library, leaving you sitting alone at the table.

"Felix ~" You called out quietly, only for him to wave with his back facing you. You sighed and slumped back in your chair, resting your arms on the handles. Libraries were so much better when you had company.

The words in the textbook were starting to turn into blobs of ink, and for a second, you were thinking about following in Felix's footsteps. After moments of consideration, you shook your head and sat up. You'll stay, even if it was against the will of your fatigue self that had been prompting you to leave. This was all your fault anyway. Procrastination was a cruel thing.

Hunching forward, you let your eyes trace over the words, trying to process the information. You rewrote the info you wished to remember carelessly. Your notes resembled chicken scratch, but at this point, you didn't care because it was simply supplementary to your studying. The sun was close to its horizon, and the library was close to empty. It was somewhat more motivating.

Slowly the information had started to get more interesting. It was easier to run through the key terms and ideas listed in the textbook, and you could feel the exhaustion simply leaving your body. I'll finish this one last chapter and then save the rest for lunch tomorrow.

Your focus on the book had hindered your peripheral vision that the presence of another wizard floating over your shoulder went unnoticed. It was only until they had sat down next to you when you finally noticed.

You jumped in your seat, eyes growing wide. You had luckily suppressed your scream with your hand, which you had, out of defense, swung forward, slapping the person in the chest.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You don't sneak up on people like that, Minho," you rolled your eyes at the Slytherin, shifting away from him before turning your attention back towards the textbook. He scooches closer with intentions of irritating you, pushing his face towards your book, "What are you doing?"

You push him away and stick one of the thicker books between you both, "What does it look like?"

"Studying?"

"You're smarter than I thought, Lee Minho," sarcasm dripped from your voice as you glared at him. Attempting to continue with the final chapter, you miserably fail when Minho interrupts your concentration by tapping his fingers loudly against the wooden table.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you say numbly, voice muffled by your robe, "I was literally just sitting here and you decide to do this."

Minho shrugs and uses his arms as a makeshift pillow, "I was bored, saw you, here I am, I'm here to stay."

Your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that Minho decided to 'spend time with you upon seeing you. You had no idea whether to feel flattered or irritated, but you knew you were confused. He could've just gone back to the Slytherin dungeons to sit with his housemates, but he saw you and decided to sit with you.

Staring blankly at the bookshelves across from you, you huffed out the corner of your mouth, blowing a stray strand of hair by your cheek. You did say you wanted company. You just weren't sure if it was Minho's company that you wanted. Glancing down briefly at him, and looked back up to the bookshelves.

"Fine," you say after pondering about the idea.

Minho's ears perked up, raising his brows, "Fine?"

"Just don't be loud."

Minho's head tilts in confusion, though he still complies, sitting next to you patiently. You continued to read through the final chapter, which you had underestimated in length. The chapter was a good half a centimetre in thickness. Though it didn't seem as much at first glance, the pages were practically dipped in ink, words covering it from one corner to the other.

You could feel your eyes grow heavy as you delve deeper into the chapter. Your bed was calling for you, but there was no way you were going to give. Not until this chapter was finished.

The library had been silent except for the occasional click of the pen from the librarian's desk. You had been mentally counting down the number of pages left to skim over, eager to feel that feeling of satisfaction you usually get once you finish a task. It was the same feeling as crossing or checking off a chore on a to-do list.

Minho had settled his eyes on the centre of your book, keeping them steady even as you flipped the pages. He felt the lids of eyes gradually get heavier as each page went by, and by the time you shut the book in delight, he had fallen asleep.

"Again?" You furrowed your eyebrows, remembering the last time he had fallen asleep in your presence. You darted your eyes away from his dormant figure, not making that same mistake twice, "Minho, wake up."

He stirs right away, head rising from his arms. This time he says nothing, pushing himself off of the library's chair before stumbling over his own feet as he makes his way to your side. He looked like a toddler, and it was admittedly adorable.

"Why didn't you just go straight to the dorms if you were tired," you snorted at his dumbassery. Some students still littered the halls even if curfew was nearing. Instead of parting from your side at the library's entrance, Minho stuck by your side.

"I wanted to spend time with you outside of class," he grumbles. He blinks at the long corridor in front of you two, eyes barely staying open from exhaustion.

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you tried to pick out if he was joking or not, but his tone screamed, 'I'm tired.' Any other emotion was hard to comb out, so you sighed and shook your head, pressing your lips into a smile, "Sleep that cheesiness off, Lee Minho."

Minho continued to walk next to you, silent and confused about what you just had said. It wasn't like he was drunk. He was well aware of what he just said. Nonetheless, he subtly walked you to the kitchen corridor, parting ways with you with an uttered 'goodbye.'

vi.

Sitting against the stone wall, you watched the rest of the class carry out the dance routine, formation changes and all. You ran through it with them, only mentally as your partner was nowhere to be found, and the class was halfway done.

There were barely any classes left before the final graded run through, and Minho really thought it'd be funny to skip? You would have let it pass if you guys weren't the worst duo in the room, but you guys are the worst duo in the room, which made the situation different.

"Professor Na," You asked quietly, "Has Lee Minho been excused from today's class. Is he ill?" You didn't want to jump to conclusions, keeping in mind that people did have their own reasons. Maybe he had caught a cold or was doing a missed exam that was far more important than dancing.

"No word from Minho, Y/N," the professor hummed back.

You frowned and thanked him, turning back to the main dance floor, students moving in sync. Where was he?

Just as you had finished your train of thought, the door had swung open just like it probably did on the first day of class. Minho stumbled in, hair a mess and a rather sheepish smile stamped on his lips.

"I apologize Professors," he bowed deeply, following the perimeter of the room. He bowed again as he reached the two instructors at the front of the room.

Professor Shin stopped her counting, "No need to apologize to us, apologize to your partner." She gestured towards you, already looking back. Minho nodded and approached you, though when he did reach you, he didn't apologize.

"And?"

"And what?" Minho ridiculed.

"Aren't you going to apologize like what the Professor asked?" You tried not to laugh at how Minho had been acting.

Minho let out a cackle, “No? Why should I? Can you stand up so we can start dancing or something?" His hand was itching to reach out for yours, feeling like he should pull you towards him, but he hindered himself from doing so, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Instead of pushing the apology out of him, you decided against it, not wanting to waste any of your time, "Why are you even late?"

The two of you followed the crowd, joining in at the perfect time. Minho smirked, "Worried about me or something? I know I'm in your head twenty-four seven, but I didn't expect you to be so obvious about it."

Tightening your grip around his hand, you gritted your teeth, "I wasn't worried about you, nitwit."

"Then why are you asking?"

"Because you made me sit, doing nothing for nearly forty-five minutes?" You reply as if you were pointing out the obvious, "So why are you late and coming to class looking like a mountain troll?"

"Wow, ouch," he sighed, "I slept in. Am I going to hell for doing so? Because I can recall you did the same the first day and got us into this mess."

"This is about you, not me," you applied pressure onto his hands, causing him to stumble back slightly, ruining the rhythm he had built up. He furrowed his brows at you and did the same, only you were somehow ready for it.

"Oh please," Minho rolls his eyes, "You've done the same so you shouldn't even be mad at me."

"I'm only frustrated, not mad, there's a difference," you point out, "And I'm frustrated because we have that graded dance next week. If we fail, it's going to be your fault."

"It takes two to tango," he quoted, "And you already know where I stand on that. I don't ca-"

"Shut up, the professors are looking," you warned, flashbacks to the three weeks you had to polish the floors.

Minho laughed slightly, letting air blow out of his nose. He let his eyes drift down at you, keeping them there for a little too long.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shrugged, spinning you along with the other students, "You just looked way too terrified." The next move had the two of you closer than the initial space between you.

"I don't want to be spending an extra three hours with you after classes polishing the floor," you retort sharply. Instead of holding eye contact with him, you stared at the Slytherin crest on his uniform.

"I know you liked spending time with me, don't lie," he rolled his eyes teasingly.

"I'm not lying."

"You staring at me says otherwise."

"Oh hush about that already, I literally told you that I wasn't staring at you," Inwardly cringing, you felt relief once the music had stopped. You stepped back and eyed down the boy in front of you, "Why do keep bringing that up?"

Before Minho could give reasoning, Professor Na had spoken up from across the room, reminding everyone that the next class was the graded class. Though they wouldn't be strict with grading, he still wanted to see the students' effort 'flowing'. After a chorus of groans, class ended, allowing you to avoid Minho and find your way to Felix.

Someone tapping your shoulder had woken you up, head jolting up as if you were frightened.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Chaeryeong gasped sheepishly. She was hovering over you slightly, eyes wide. She was changed into her nightwear.

You sat up, only now realizing you had fallen asleep in the common room, "It's alright. What time is it?" You didn't even remember how you fell asleep, but you sure did have a good sleep.

"It's almost midnight," she replied, "I needed to grab water from the kitchen, then I saw you here and figured it'd be more comfortable for you to go to sleep in your own bed rather than this tiny couch."

You grinned, "Thanks Chae… I'll probably get something from the kitchen as well."

She nods and mumbles out a quick goodnight before disappearing to the girls' dorms. You return her farewell before standing up, eyes drawn to the wrinkles your nap had made on your robe. Attempting to straighten the robe and yourself out, you stumbled towards the Hufflepuff house entrance, exiting promptly.

The fireplace had been lit, a few house elves roaming about and carrying out their own duties. They paid no mind to you, as midnight snacks weren't out of the ordinary for Hufflepuffs.

You asked for what you needed, then was given it with no delay, "Thank you." The house elf nods before turning away with a grunt.

You sit at one of the tables, zoning out as you stared at the blazing fire across from you. School was getting a bit more stressful than it usually has, which was probably the reason why you had fallen asleep without knowing. You remember coming back from a long library visit. Maybe you collapsed on the couch once you did.

You made mental notes on the work still yet to be done before the following week, spontaneously creating a headache. Standing up, you figured it was best for you to go back to sleep. Slipping the dish into the sink, you started making your way back to the dorms.

You rubbed your temples and shook your head as you closed your eyes. It probably hadn't been a good idea to be wandering with your eyes closed as you had immediately bumped into something firm.

"Y/N?"

Looking up, you came face to face with Lee Minho, who was just as shocked as you were. He had been dressed down in a knitted Slytherin sweater and pyjama pants.

"Minho? What in the world?"

He backs up after noticing how close you were to each other, "Could say the same 'bout you."

"My dorms are right there," you point just down the corridor, "While yours is in the dungeon…"

Minho blinks before he tries to move around you, eyes avoiding yours.

"What are you doing here?" you grab his wrist, eager to find out why he was roaming the halls. It wasn't unusual for students to be breaking the rules, especially Minho, who loved living up to the stereotypes of a Slytherin. He smirks at the skinship, which prompts you to let go of him, heat rising up to your cheeks without warning. You're suddenly glad it's dim around the two of you.

"I was… taking a walk," he successfully pushes past you and into the kitchen, a glass of water already there for him. He thanks the house elf, leaving the glass, before turning back to you. By the looks of it, it seems like he's been doing this before, like a routine.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Taking a walk? You're painfully awful at lying." And the pause in his speaking gave that away. You followed behind him, expecting an honest answer as if you deserved to know.

"Weren't you just leaving?"

"But my question is unanswered," you shrugged.

"I answered you, I was taking a walk," he pushed the answer. Putting the cup down, he turned to you, "I have… sleeping problems."

"You just lied again," you nonchalantly, "Just tell me the truth. No judgment. A Hufflepuff's promise." You weren't usually one to push an answer out of someone, but this situation was different.

"You say no judgment but I already know how you're going to react to the truth," he takes another sip of water.

"So you were lying!" You raised your brows, "I knew it!"

"You don't deserve the truth," he sighs. Finishing the cup of water, he starts to make his way out, not even turning to look back.

"Lee Minho!" You groaned. Maybe it was your fatigue self or the fact this felt like some sort of game, but you weren't holding yourself back, "When I said I wouldn't judge, I won't. My mind's open to whatever you're going to say."

Minho spins around to face you, stumbling backward a few more steps before he halts, "I was practicing the dance steps."

No judgment.

The flat expression on Minho's face indicated that he had no intentions of lying this time. He had his hands hiding behind his back, eyeing you just to see if you would live up to your promise. Instead of his expected reaction, he finds you smiling, something he'd only see when you were around your friends.

"Wipe that smile off of your face, bumblebee," he mutters.

"Didn't you say you didn't care about that class?" you quoted, a smirk slowly replacing your smile, "Why are you practicing the steps?"

Minho licked his lips. He was at a loss of words, nothing but the truth occupying his mind… Why the hell not?

"Because you care."

You blinked back at him, lips parting and meeting several times as you tried to find the right words to say. The silence was deafening. "What?"

"Because you care," Minho repeated. He kept his expression still, eyeing you, trying to figure out how you were taking this in.

How would he further explain it? He didn't know. All he knew was that ever since that specific moment between the both of you the other day, he took it upon himself to better his partner dancing. He didn't want anyone else knowing, not you, and especially not his housemates, which was why he chose to stay up late to do this; it was the real reason why he had shown up late to class.

You weren't sure if it was because it was quiet, but you could easily hear your heartbeat as it quickened. You try to cover up the fact that you wanted to freak out, "I don't know whether I should laugh or–"

"Yeah, whatever, shouldn't have told you in the first place," he mumbles. For some reason, he felt his heart lub-dub in a way that it shouldn't. He frowned and sighed, "Just forget it."

"Wait, Minho," you call quietly. He stopped in his tracks and turned, partially facing the wall and facing you. He stared back at you with a vacant look, waiting for you to say something. If you weren't going to be saying something nice, he didn't want to hear it after exposing himself like that.

"'Because you care?'" you frowned, "You can't just say that and leave." You already made up a possible answer to the countless questions through your mind, but it was still unclear whether or not that was it.

"What else do you want me to say?" Minho stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"I just want you to explain it," you reply quietly.

Minho glanced out the window sitting by you both before sitting down on its pane, "Remember that other day… when I told you I didn't care?" You nod and move closer to where he sat, unsure whether or not you should sit next to him or not, "I don't know… you were really serious back then… I guess I wasn't used to that. So I figured…"

There was a quick moment of silence before he huffs, almost sounding defeated.

"Did you know that I genuinely don't dislike you as much as you think I do?" He says out of the blue, throwing you off. You wanted to tell him to sleep it off again—why did moments like this always happen at night?

"I don't either," you say back, "At first I did… but I matured."

"I only ever argued with you out of amusement. You're the only person outside of Slytherin that could out-talk me and it bothered me for some reason," he laughed as if he recalled a memory.

"Me intimidating a Slytherin? Just wait til the others hear about this," you joke. He glanced towards your direction and saw a clever glint in your eye.

"Don't you dare," he holds back a smile before standing up to face you directly, "Or…"

"Or what?" You challenged, "Imagine how Seungmin would react! Donghyuck and Renjun? What about Yeosang and Wooyoung?" You start listing the other well-known Slytherins off of the top of your head, holding back a laugh as you watch Minho's face crumble into an expression that looks far too close to fear.

Minho recollects himself and shakes some sense into himself, "Or I'll make you go to the Yule Ball with me." He hadn't planned on asking you today, but the timing was perfect. It fit with the situation. If you were to react unfavourably, then he could just joke about it.

His question shut you up. Your eyes widened at him as you processed what he had used as a threat, "What if I want to go to the Yule Ball with you?"

Minho takes a step towards you, a smirk appearing on his lips. His confidence was skyrocketing, and you can tell, "Then I guess it's a date?"

Rolling your eyes, you let a smile grace softly onto your lips, nodding, "It's a date."

Bonus:

"I told you to wear something with gold," you whined jokingly as you were greeted with Minho, who had completely dodged your request. Instead of the black and gold look you were going for, he decided to wear a black suit that had traces of emerald. As much you wanted to match with your date, you had to admit that he still looked as handsome as ever in the attire. He looked like a prince.

"And look like a Hufflepuff? No thanks," he scoffed teasingly. He pulls out a corsage, one that matches the clothes he wore, tying it gently around your wrist, "You look very beautiful."

"Well, you look very handsome."

Minho laughed as he sticks out his forearm, a brow raised in your direction. Music being played by the live band had been spilling out of the ballroom; the voices of everyone attending gave the ball more life. It was exciting.

"Minho!" Seungmin had called. Felix, who had slipped from your side the moment Minho approached you, was standing by Seungmin, smiling brightly. He had been hyping you up the entire night, telling you that there should be nothing to worry about.

He was right.

"Shall we?" Minho asked. It was cheesy, but it worked.

"We shall."

Hope you enjoyed it! A like would be appreciated <3

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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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this is literally just a random scenario that popped into my head and i thought i should share. i even took it upon myself to write it out? but imagine this: atsumu coming to check up on you after the interviews knowing that you were upset, and it ends up with him forcing you to dance with him to the song "Love My Way" by the Psychedelic Furs.

warning: this might be complete garbage. also!!!!! i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible and if there are any mistakes please correct me!!!

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it was safe to say that ever since the start of the interviews that each member of the house was required to attend, your mood had drastically declined. you usually considered yourself a strong person, but with the resurfacing of old and unwanted memories, at this very point in time, you were at your most vulnerable. the walls that you had built around your heart began to crumble under the immense pressure you were being put under.

its not that you didn't trust the boys, although that isn't to say that you fully trusted them yet, but you couldn't trust your own ability to fully contain your emotions at the moment. mainly because there had been one thought that would constantly plague your mind at all hours:

they're only being kind because they feel guilty.

no part of you truly wanted to believe that, but if there was any chance it was true and you happened to run into one of the boys, you would never be able to meet their eyes again.

so, you sought out refuge in between the sheets of your bed. both the pillows that swallowed up your tears and held your head up when you couldn't do it on your own and the warm sheets that held you in its arms, provided the comfort that you couldn't receive from another.

you could express yourself freely when you were here. all the insecurities and fears that you were forced to bottle up when you were with the others, could spill into this little sanctuary of yours, and no one would be there to judge you. but peace doesn't last, not forever.

knock, knock.

deep down you hoped that it was Yachi who had decided to disrupt your peace, because truth be told, you weren't ready to interact with the boys yet. holding grudges wasn't your cup of tea, but the damage had already been done and if there truly was a possibility that the boys were only being nice out of guilt, you wanted to be strong enough to handle that. but right now, you weren't.

your suspicions stood true as you opened the door to be met with floppy yellow hair with big, warm eyes staring right into your own.

"Hiya, angel." His voice came out breathy as if he were making sure not to scare you off or rattle you.

Miya Atsumu. the one boy who, despite the rest, never demanded too much from you or had ever been harsh to you. it was ironic, the fact that he called you angel, when in reality, he was the true angel here.

you greeted him back with a small smile, feeling too tired to use your voice. but atsumu being atsumu, he didn't let the fact that your smile never quite reached your eyes go unnoticed. stepping aside, you let him fully enter your room before closing the door. not completely, letting a sliver of light peek through the cracks, as you always did when atsumu came by.

after closing the door, you decided to make you way back to your bed, but not before a larger hand wrapped itself around your wrist. halting in your tracks, you turned back to look at atsumu who wore something that faintly resembled a frown.

"c'mon angel, did ya really think that I would let you keep moping around and sleeping all day?"

unfortunately for him, that was actually what you were thinking. the bed looked too good and your feet were starting to get cold, so going back to sleep sounded a lot better at the moment.

when you hadn't answered, atsumu decided to speak up once more, "you did, didn't you? you really are something, ya know that angel?"

completely turning his back to you, atsumu rummaged around your desk for a few seconds before turning around to face you again. you stood there confused for a few seconds until you heard a familiar beat of "Love My Way" fill up the walls of your room and two large hands grasped your soft ones.

(i would suggest playing it now!!!!!)

There's an army on the dance floor,

It's a fashion with a gun, my love.

In a room without a door,

A kiss is not enough in...

a small smile washed over your lips before you were being pulled into the middle of your floor. atsumu's feet had started to shuffle ever so slightly in order to match the beat of the beginning of the song. pulling your arms side to side, bank and forth, atsumu attempted to make you dance. you were simply giggling at his antics and bouncing your head ever so slightly, but this only gave atsumu more motivation to keep pushing you.

Love my way, it's a new road

I follow where my mind goes

slowly but surely, you were warming up and even starting to move you feet. giggle kept slipping out here and there as you watched atsumu jump around you in circles in a poor attempt to actually dance. but as you were laughing at him, with a small spark present in your eyes, something warm spread through atsumu's entire body.

...There's dust in all their hearts,

They just want to steal us all and take us all apart...

staring down at your face, atsumu took a mental image of the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed and just how wide your smile was able to go. his eyes scanned over your cheeks that were now colored a light pink as the angelic sounds of your laughter bounced on the walls. atsumu was never one to miss any small detail, no matter how clueless he could act at certain times, and when it came to you, nothing could ever be missed by him. in literal terms, you were truly all he ever saw.

But in,

Love my way, it's a new road

I follow where my mind goes. (x3)

Unbeknownst to atsumu, you were watching him just as closely. despite not being able to fully believe that the others were as kind as they were because they actually cared, but because they were guilty, you could never have any doubts about atsumu. his heart was true and he was one of the few that you were truly able to confide in. so, then and there, you made a decision. in this moment, you were going to choose a different path. the sheets that once wrapped you in their warmth were no longer necessary, and the pillows that once held your head up when you couldn't, were no longer needed.

So swallow all your tears, my love

And put on your new face.

You can never win or lose,

If you don't run the race.

you decided to walk a different path, to let go, even if it was just for a second. just for this second. even if the others weren't true to their word, it would no longer mattered. because as the song slowed and astumu's arms crept around your waist, with yours around his neck, things felt secure. you felt free and you felt safe.

you could walk this new road as long as you had him. as long as he had you.

- abel

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This extremely long I am SOSOSOSO sorry, please feel free to ignore this LOL

I might write more in the future if thats ok with you? so I decided to give myself a fake name because chai anon really inspired me!

Anyways, I absolutely loved today's chapter! Make sure to take proper breaks and drink water! <33333

how,,, could u say,,, this was bad?????? BESTIE M SCREECHINF THIS IS SO GOOD i am so down bad for tsumu esp after this i can’t :sobs:

#j’s asks #anons babey #℗ poker face #abel anon

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kyuus4ku · 3 years ago

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Bestiiii roast my big 333 plss

And go wild ;))

BESTIE HIII <3 omgkgjfj i am SO excited to do yours hehe

hi let me praise/roast your birth chart

sagittarius sun

i'm not kidding when i say you're literally one of my FAVOURITES. sag sun are just so fucking fun and amazing to talk to, and fuck i could talk to you guys FOR HOURS not only bc yall are great listeners but because you're so... accommodating? like i wouldn't be afraid to say the weirdest shit with you guys because you're so chill AND SKFBSJGKSKD I JUST LOVE YOUR SASS AND HUMOUR SO FUCKING MUCH <3 witty as fuck, but i could say you're a little quick-tempered, which can make you a little blunt with your words? it's not that you do on purpose, but fire signs are usually on-the-go type, so you need to have an outlet somewhere maybe? it really depends on your patience, nevertheless you are extremely bright, and ik sags were and always are capable of making me see the bright side of things, even if they're not very motivated themselves. are you addicted to things you're familiar with because the idea of change kinda scares you? uncertainty and the lack of clarity could just send you into a spiral sometimes, right? you're not set in your ways, you just feel like sometimes there are so many paths to choose from, and choosing just one path seems so fucking overwhelming. i may be wrong tho! nevertheless, you guys are understanding, and even if you don't understand someone's state of mind (due to how curious you are, you will eventually), you won't judge them for it. I JUST LOVE SAG SUNS SMDNFNSNSM

cancer moon

emotional/sentimental. you have a heart of gold that people are just jealous of/don't understand. i'd only be pissed at you for letting the wrong people steal your heart, because not many people know how to take care of it properly yk? YES I WILL BE PISSED AT U *HOLDS U BY THE CHEEKS TO LOOK INTO YOUR EYES* I HOPE YOU KNOW YOU'RE ENOUGH NO MATTER WHAT. sadness isn't something you're unfamiliar with. in fact, you feel it deeply, which just adds on to how compassionate you are. you wouldn't want other people to go through what you have, so helping another person out is something which gives you a sense of validation. ofc you only help people you give a damn about, which may or may not backfire. but god i will never stop telling you to take care of yourself first. cancer moons can be stereotyped as fragile, but fragile isn't a bad thing. you put on a front because you've been taken advantage of before, so you know what it's like to be backstabbeb and betrayed. so having a screen of protection is good, but be sure to let a little people in— isolation is never good for those who deal with deep, intricate emotions. water moon and a fire sun..... are you torn between trying to understand yourself and trying to suck it up because you think emotions are a waste of time sometimes? the sags ik hate messy, but having a cancer moon must make it a lil more confusing? IDKKSDSJ

libra rising

AHHHHHH YOURE A LIBRA RISING SHNFDBFJSN i've always seen libras as like the balancing sign of the zodiac. you guys are so versatile and adaptable, and one of the chillest placements ever. like, you'd know exactly how to respond to my chaotic energy, and your sense of making sure everyone feels included just adds to your charm. INDECISIVE? AJHDNSSB you can come across carefree and easy-going, and i mean that in a good way! because of that people find it easy to be around you, though i have to say libra placements are quite mysterious. it's like you wanna get to know one, but they're so quick to jump from one place to another, depending on how much of a social butterfly they are. i could say you're as reserved like capricorns, but your personality is so complex, just like scorpios, who are pretty much secretive, too. i'm know this one libra rising, and as much as he has lots of walls to break down before you get to know him and actually understand why he thinks the way he does, it just gets so easy to talk to him without any filter. i could say the same about u! like i don't know you that well, but i feel like i am really myself when i get to interact with you. you're just effortlessly understanding and empathetic, and all that stems from how much youve gone through. yk how people with hearts of gold tend to carry a painful past? yeah! something like that. libra risings are not judgmental, and sosososo sweet, and honestly, they deserve the world. PLUS UR FLIRTATIOUS SWEETHEARTS <33

#asks.txt #zodiac.asks #layout bestie >:)#THIS FEELS MORE LIKE A LOVE LETTER THAN AN ANALYSIS LMFAOOOOO SORRY BABE AHAHAHH

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totallytubulargirl · 7 years ago

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Soulmate AU: Leonardo (P1)

Universe:2016

Tmnt age: 20 and 21 years old

Rating: PG-13

Authors Note: I started this a LONG time ago. Lol it’s finally done I’m sorry please don’t hate just appreciate :P I also wanted to thank @sapphireslily for the inspiration to do the chest hum and @tmnt-rambles for the inspiration of the name somewhere on his body. Lol they wrote that like 6months ago so if they don’t remember I understand. Also I’m going to start putting their age at the beginning of all my stories so people don’t think I’m writing smut about teenagers. BECAUSE I AM AN ADULT AND THAT IS WEIRD. (P.s. it’s so long I’ll add a keep reading later when I get on desktop. Also there is sosososo much dialogue in it. Idk about this mayne it’s sort of different and really long lmk if you hate it please.)

Summary: Leo has turned 21 and the boys are eager to find out if they get a soulmate. But when Leo discovers who that supposed soulmate is, he is worried about letting his secret out.

21 years old. For some reason Leonardo had always felt they would never make it to be that old. Maybe shredder would’ve killed them by now, or Krang would try to invade again and actually succeed. Whatever it was, he thought they would’ve sacrificed their lives to save humanity by now, but here he was, sitting at home, while his brothers made him a cake and some supper. He knew what 21 meant to the humans. They could drink and smoke whatever they wanted but most importantly, it was when their soul mark appeared. A small name, etched across their skin with the name of the person who was supposed to be the love of their life. Could it happen to turtle-human hybrids?

“Happy birthday to you!” His brothers burst through the kitchen door, singing with a cake that didn’t look half bad. Leo smiled the best he could. “Happy birthday to you!” Mikey sang the loudest, while Raphael just sort of mumbled the lyrics. “Happy birthday dear Leo, happy birthday to you!” They plopped the cake in front of him,

“Go ahead,” Mikey grinned. “Make a wish!” Leo blew out his candles but his mind raced with thoughts of his mark. He thought it would appear right away, or that he would maybe feel different, but nothing. His brothers stared at him expectantly, but nothing.

“Shouldn’t you be floating in the air… transforming or something, with like light surrounding you as white doves fly everywhere.” Everyone stared at Mikey.

“This isn’t one of your stories numb nuts.” Raphael laughed and flicked Mikey’s snout. Mikey scrunched his face together before punching Raphael on the arm.

“Well nothings happening stupid.” Michelangelo was satisfied with his punch and insult and laughed. Leo could see Raphael getting ready to pounce onto the younger turtle.

“Stop it you two.” He snapped. Leo stood up, “We all knew this was possibility. We didn’t know if this could even happen to us, after all it is a human thing.”

“Yes but we are technically half-human.” Donatello raised a good point,

“So that means we only had a 50% chance.” But so did Leo. “But it’s fine we will just keep fighting and protecting the city,” Leo took a deep breath. “And that’s all we will ever know but it’s fine.”

“Good thing i’m not stuck being single like you losers.” Raphael taunted. Leo looked over at Raphael. He had started dating [Y/N] just six months ago, even though they had only known her for eight.

“Well we can’t all be perfect like you Raph.” Donatello snapped. They had all been hoping for this. Leo was the first one of them to turn 21 and if it wasn’t happening to him, it sure as hell wasnt going to happen to them. They all tried to finish celebrating Leonardo’s birthday like normal but disappointment was the undertone for the rest of the night. They finished up the festivities and all disappeared into their rooms to grieve the loss of their soulmates in silence.

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Leonardo groaned awake in his bed. He tossed and turned a little before realizing he was awake. He slowly blinked his eyes open as the side of his head throbbed. It didn’t feel like a headache, more like someone had punched him in the middle of the night and left a bruise. He threw his blankets off and walked into the bathroom Leo stood in front of the mirror, maskless. There in his reflection was a small name that looked like a tattoo, etched into the right side of his face right where his mask would usually go. He traced the name with his finger before saying it out loud,

“[Y/N].” Instead of a hopeful tone, Leo said the name with dread. It was [Y/N]. He thought back to all of the times they had interacted and he didn’t see it. He had never thought wrongly of her, she was his brothers girlfriend after all. Leo huffed and wrapped his mask around his head, covering the mark that had certainly spelled his doom. No one needed to see it, no one needed to know. He would keep it to himself as long as he could. Leo took a deep breath, looking into the mirror to make sure he looked more put together than usual. He stepped out of the bathroom, confident that he could act normal but all that faded away when he saw her face. Vibrations shook subtly through the pores in his chest, creating a soft hum in his heart. He swallowed thinking that a simple reminder to his body that she was not his would make it stop. Instead, He stopped at the door way as she munched on a bowl of cereal while she perused the internet through her phone. She looked up when she spotted him out of the corner of her eye.

“Hey leo.” She said with a mouth full of corn flakes.

“Greetings.” He gave her a quick smile and tried to think of a casual excuse to leave the room but couldn’t come up with anything. He slowly took a step into the kitchen, and another and another until he had reached the sink. She raised her eyebrow at him,

“Are you ok?” She slurped her milk into her mouth.

“Of course.” He said flashing her another fake smile. Every move he made was calculated, was it too casual? Was he not casual enough? He took a heavy breath and leaned against the counter. Too casual. He took his palms off the counter top and stood up straight. Not casual enough. He didn’t know what to do with his hands so he kept them at his side. “How are you?” He asked in a steady clean tone.

“I’m good.“ She stood up and headed for the sink next to Leo. He tensed up as the hum in his chest increased in power. He could feel his body reverberating the hum and it felt almost impossible to hear anything. He backed up as she approached him. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, i’m sorry please excuse me.” Leo hurried past her. He was careful not to touch her, afraid of what feelings might come up if he did. She watched him go, confused as Raphael walked into the kitchen. She quietly retreated to her chair. Raphael and [Y/N] had been fighting over everything lately. There world views just weren’t same anymore. It felt like everything had change overnight. One day they were perfect for each other, and the next they weren’t even the same people anymore. If I don’t talk we can’t fight about anything, she thought.

“Aye.” Raph said as he leaned against the counter and opened a soda. He took a slow sip.

“Hi babe.” She said lightly, as if her voice alone could fix it. It almost did for Raphael. Seeing her everyday made things better for him, it was when they started arguing that everything changed. Right now though, they weren’t fighting. Raph felt a smirk grow on his face. He put his drink down and snuck up behind her, wanting to envelop her body in his arms. Instead she jumped and spilled the rest of the milk in her cereal bowl. “Raph!”

“Woah!” He jumped back a little before catching the bowl. “I was just tryna hug you.” She scowled at him,

“Ok well, maybe give me a warning next time.” She grabbed a napkin and blotted her shirt which was quickly becoming see-through. Raphael could almost smell her anger and threw the bowl on the floor.

“Well excuse me for wanting to touch my girlfriend!” The way [Y/N]’s face changed from anger to horror made Raphael even angrier. She was scared of him, she was supposed to love him and she was scared of him. “GREAT!” Raphael raised his voice, “Just so incredibly great!”

“You always do this!” [Y/N] yelled. “Can you just not get mad for once?” She began sobbing. He used to be soft and loving and now anger was the only emotion she ever saw. Did he even love her anymore? Leonardo could hear their argument from the living room. He would be surprised if all of North America couldn’t hear them. After he heard the bowl smash he headed towards the kitchen, peeking in just to make sure Raphael didn’t get out of control. He saw [Y/N] sobbing and he burst into the kitchen impulsively. His instinct was to run to her but instead he just stepped in between Raphael and [Y/N].

“Maybe you guys need a break.” He suggested. The humming in his chest was strong but he ignored it the best he could. Raphaels chest heaved as anger clouded his thoughts. He was trying to get a sense of reality, a sense of what existed besides the anger clotting his chest.

“Maybe we do needa break.” Raphael pointed his finger at her.

“Fine with me since you don’t even love me anymore.” She cried.

“Who said that?” He yelled back, shoving his weight against Leo’s arm.

“Hey!” Leonardo snapped. “You need to cool it.” Raphael glared at Leo, as if he was about to rip the shell right off of his back. Raph knew he was right though, and ran off. Leo breathed in relief but tensed up again when he remembered the humming in his chest. He looked over at [Y/N] who was currently a wet sobbing mess. She threw herself into his arms,

“Oh Leo I’m so sorry you had to see that,” she cried. Leonardo felt a warm sensation take over the humming when she hugged him, it was relieving. His face went flush as the warmth flooded his body. As if his entire life he had never taken a breath of fresh air until now.

“I uh-“ he struggled to find his words. “It’s ok.” He stated simply. She pulled her head from his plastron,

“It’s not Leo, he’s such a jerk!” Leonardo wrapped his arms around her only making her sob even harder. “Thank you Leo.” Her voice was muffled, but he understood. Leonardo and [Y/N] stood in the kitchen hugging until she calmed down. He didn’t know how long it had been, but standing there embracing his soulmate felt so good.

“Raphael is an asshole sometimes and I’m sorry that he’s not doing better by you.” He finally said, breaking the silence. “Why don’t we go sit on the couch?” Leo asked. She slowly nodded her head. The tears had finally stopped but her face was red and swollen from crying. He held her hand, guiding her towards the couch.

“I’m sorry Leo.” She said, wiping her face. He chuckled a little,

“It’s ok, stop apologizing.” He smiled at her and she smiled back.

“I just hate for you to see that, or see me like this.” She felt ashamed for crying, for fighting with Raphael, for everything.

“It’s ok, I’ll always be here for you.”

“I know, that’s what I love about you.” They smiled at each other for a moment before she hugged him again. As long as Leo was touching her, his body was calm and the humming in his chest would stop. Even better was the feeling that came after the humming. Oh god, he thought. I can’t keep this a secret. He had to though, for his brother. He looked down to her small silhouette and thought of all the happiness she could bring both of them and Leo knew he had to keep his mouth shut. She was only 20, what if she turned 21 and her soul mark said some one else’s name. “Thanks Leo, really.” She whispered into his chest.

“Of course [Y/N].” She wiped her tears away,

“I’m sorry I haven’t even told you happy birthday or anything.” She smiled. “How’d your birthday go?” She looked at him expectantly,

“Uh- it was adequate,” he lied.

“Did you get your soul mark?” She said, suddenly excited. Leonardo was at a loss for words. How had the topic already come up? She had snuck up behind him, leaving him vulnerable to her probing. Maybe she knew. Maybe she really was his soulmate.

“I uh,” he cleared his throat. “Well-“ what was he supposed to say? If he told her he had one she would ask to see it and then it would all be over. Her eyes widened with his hesitation.

“Yes! You do have one!!” She clapped rapidly in excitement. “Ok what name is it?” She squealed. “No wait don’t tell me is it April?” She leaned in for the juicy gossip but little did she know it was her.

“No it’s definitely not April,” he mumbled. She widened her eyes and threw her hand over her mouth.

“What if it’s, like, one of my friends and we never knew this WHOLE time !?” She seemed so eager to find out who it was but he felt she would panic if he told her.

“No, no, no it’s not anyone because I don’t have one,” he lied again. He didn’t want to lie but he had to for her own good.

“You’re obviously lying and I want to know why?”

“Can you just please leave it alone?”

“But Leo I-“

“Just please.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone, just tell me.” She insisted.

“Fine it’s you !” He blurted. [Y/N] froze. Leonardo cursed at himself. It had only been 2 hours and he had already outed himself. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that.” He buried his face in his hands.

“Can I see it?” She asked. Leo was surprised but he took his mask off, slowly revealing to her the undeniable truth. [Y/N] brought her hand up to his face and traced her name on the side of his head. “I don’t know what to say.” Leo almost chuckled before looking up at her,

“You don’t have to say anything,” his voice suddenly darker. “I know the reality of this situation,” he wrapped his mask back around his head. “You love Raphael and so do I and so nothing else matters.” She stared at the place where her name should be.

“Don’t you think maybe that means something?” A million thoughts flooded her mind but all she knew for sure was that that was her name tattooed on the side of Leonardo’s head. Her whole life she has been hearing about this soul mark, how it always found the right person for you. She had never known love in her own life, her parents had abandoned her when she was a baby, and she had to learn to fight in the orphanage at a young age. You had to fight or you wouldn’t get to eat, or you wouldn’t get a cot for the night. She had heard stories from the other children that sometimes one of the older night guards would pull them out of their cots and down into the basement. She didn’t want to think about what happened next. Maybe it never happened to her because she slept at the end of the large cafeteria, she figured they just never made it all the way to her. The soul mark though, was good and pure and it was the only hope that she had clung on to, through all those years. She dreamed of the stranger who would take her away from the hell that was her reality. When she had met Raphael she thought it was him, he was so perfect. His muscular figure was so intimidating it gave her a rush and when he smirked it sent shivers down her spine. He was the hero she was missing in her life; Raphael had always been so kind and loving with her, she was sure that she would wake up on her twenty first birthday, and it would be Raphael’s name engraved in her skin. Leonardo’s soul mark stated otherwise. “Maybe we should kiss or something?” She suggested. He jerked his head in her direction,

“Are you sure?” He raised his brow bone questioningly.

“Well I mean, don’t you think that’s really the only way to know?” Leo thought about it. If she didn’t feel anything, everything would be okay. He took a deep breath,

“Ok but if you don’t feel anything I need you to be honest, this is important.” The hum in chest became stronger at the thought of kissing her for the first time, “Are you ready?” He asked in a smooth and steady tone. She nodded her head nervously. She could already feel something, more like a million somethings. She was nervous and scared and hopeful all at the same time. Leonardo leaned in, almost against his own will, the hum in his chest forcing him to act. He could feel the softness of her lips against his mouth, saliva inevetiably interchanging as their kiss grew deeper. She tried to pull away but [Y/N] kept telling herself, one more kiss, one more kiss. She couldn’t help but let out soft moans as Leo pressed his hands into her back and nibbled on her bottom lip. Oh, How did he know? She thought of all the bad things that would happen if she didn’t pull away right now. She gasped and forced herself away,

“Leo!” She yelled, a little too loudly.

“Shh!” He hushed her. “What!?” She blushed a little before lowering her voice.

“Sorry, um,” she fanned herself and leaned back onto the couch. “So did you feel anything?” Leo couldn’t even see straight, he felt an animalistic need for her and at the same time he wanted to be romantic and take it slow. Oh, but she tasted so good, and fit so perfectly underneath the swells and dips in his fingers.

“I don’t think that’s important,” he rubbed his face, trying to catch his breath. “Did you feel anything?” He didn’t want to look at her, bracing himself for rejection.

“I don’t think those soul marks lie Leonardo.”He turned his head towards her,

“I was afraid that you would say that.” He threw himself back in defeat. “What should we do?” He asked.

“We have to tell Raph.”

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Academic, chapter 10: The Intern

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Chapter 10 Read on AO3 read from the beginning Academic

: The Intern

It's the end of Clarke's year of being a visiting professor at NYU, so as far as her friends are aware, she should be ready to make their Bellarke dreams canon, in real life... but instead, The History Channel has asked her to hire Bellamy as "The Intern," on their show, much to the dismay of her friends who are sure she won't allow herself to get involved with her employee.

Ah, Bellarkers... always hoping, always having their hopes delayed. Again.

;)

This is a prompt from my 2k followers celebration, asking me to add a chapter to the abandoned story. And I did. :) Thanks @miraculoushipping

miraculoushipping said:Hi! I really hope this doesn't come off as rude since I know that a lot of authors don't really like being badgered for updates, which is completely understandable, writing is HARD. But do you have plans to update/complete Academic? It's sosososo good and I love it, I couldn't stop grinning (Nubile little nymph, made my night 😂) and it just has everything I could possibly want in an AU fic PS Kane totally ships Bellarke PPS Clarke not telling her friends they're dating out of pettiness? Gold

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They were at the bar, near the end of the school year. “So that sucks, right?”

Clarke gawked at the ridiculous number of hits for the new youtube vid of Bellamy at the Boys Club in his old neighborhood where he had raised Octavia. The theme was “Everyday Heroes,” and apparently, the whole internet was in love with the Bellamy Blake.

Clarke couldn’t blame them. She was in love with him too.

“How could this possibly suck? He’s a sensation. That has to be good for him. He’s my friend. Why would I want him not to have success?” She was still staring at him on screen, even though the volume was turned down low and she couldn’t hear the stories he was telling about the disadvantaged kids of the inner-city, their struggling parents and the people who were advocating for them. She swallowed and looked at Jasper, who looked back at her in exasperation.

“Duh, Clarke, because The History Chanel wants him to work on our show as ‘The Intern.’ You’ll be his employer! You’ll never be able to get together, now.”

Clarke looked at him, her face carefully neutral. “Have you been reading fan fiction again, Jasper?” she asked.

“I’ll have you know that Bellarke is not the only ship your man is in now. There’s Caesamy. They’ve paired him up with Caesar, isn’t that awesome? And Zeusamy. Quite the fireworks in that one. A bit of Aphrodellamy… but Aphrodite always sounds vaguely like you anyway. My favorite is a little out of the history geek wheelhouse. Riplamy.”

Clarke couldn’t take it anymore and rolled her eyes. “Riplamy? Which greek god is that?”

“No greek god. Ripley. From Aliens!” Clarke stared at him. His eyes were wide and excited and she took a bite of pizza while he gushed about Bellamy fighting aliens in space. It turns out that it wasn’t that hard to distract Jasper from things she didn’t want to talk about.

Clarke called for a round of shots and made sure that when they came, Raven and Wells were sitting as close as they could in the booth, penned in on both sides by the enthusiastic Jasper on one side and a VERY friendly Monty and Miller on the other, who had apparently come to some agreements about what they were to each other, if the cuddling and smiles and the way they kept crowding into Raven’s space, pushing her closer to Wells had anything to say about it.

Clarke tossed back her shot and smiled at the way Raven blushed under Wells gaze. Honestly blushed. Raven couldn’t even look at Wells as he stared down at her and asked her if she was okay.

Raven was not okay. Wells put a hand to her forehead and Raven blinked up at him. Her lips parting ever so slightly. It was awesome.

Her phone in her back pocket buzzed.

“As much as I’d love to stay and watch all— “she waved her hands at the general friendness of her friend group, getting closer in ways that made her happy, not the least because she liked their matchmaking hearts being stung by cupid’s arrow. “I really need to get out of here. I have a business call from China coming in a bit. And I need all my notes. You guys keep on doing what you’re doing.” Her friends barely noticed her. Miller was entranced by Monty. The mighty Raven was laid low by Wells’ attention and Jasper was staring sadly at his phone. HE was next on the list. She’d find someone for him, to get him out of his Bellarke obsession. It wasn’t healthy. He needed to focus on his own life, not hers.

Clarke shrugged her bag over her shoulder only to be confronted by the sharp green eyes of Octavia. “I’m sorry he couldn’t make it tonight.”

“Who?” she said. As if she didn’t know.

Octavia pursed her lips. “My brother,” she snapped.

Clarke let out a soft laugh. “Oh Octavia,” she said, fondly. “I told you. You don’t have to feel bad about me and Bellamy. We’re friends.” They were. It was true. Friends. He was one of her best friends. Best.

Octavia scowled at her. “There was something between you.”

“Hmm,” she said noncommittally. It was true.

“There IS something between you.”

Clarke smiled and nodded without saying anything at all. It was true.

“Stop acting like it doesn’t bother you that you couldn’t get together!” Octavia said. It was almost yelling, but her voice was quiet. Hissed almost.

“Babe,” Lincoln said behind her, taking a hold of her arm as if he were trying to hold her back.

Octavia shot a frustrated look back at Lincoln. “Why did you let The History Channel hire him as your stupid intern. He’s more important than that.”

He was. “Things worked out for the best, Octavia. They really did. This could really open doors for him. I’m excited for him. You should be, too.”

Octavia’s scowl turned even fiercer. “I am. I just wish….”

“Babe,” Lincoln said and wrapped a soothing arm around her. “Let it go.”

“But they could have been so good together,” she grumbled to her boyfriend.

Clarke had pity for Octavia. She leaned down to the table and gestured towards Raven and Wells. “See that? Wells has been in love with her for ages. But Raven? She doesn’t believe in love.” She thought back to all the anguish that Raven had suffered over the years, all the broken hearts and pain. “She thinks love is for suckers.”

Octavia slanted her eyes over at them, the way Wells kind of loomed over Raven and the way Raven kept looking away, but still oriented towards him, as if her body couldn’t help it.

“But she tried to get you and Bellamy to fall in love.”

Clarke shook her head wryly. “No. She tried to get us to hook up. She thought if we had sex, I’d get him out of my system and be able to move on.”

Octavia shot her piercing glance back at Clarke. “But you didn’t do that, right?”

“If I hooked up with your brother,” Clarke said and her heart started racing, “do you think I’d just be able to move on and forget him?”

Octavia raised her chin like a challenge. “No, I don’t.”

“Good,” Clarke said and stood up. “So work on that over there.” Wells had a crooked grin on and Raven was on some rant with multiple curse words and much disdain for whoever she was ranting about, but there was a high flush on her cheeks.

“Yeah, maybe,” Octavia said and turned her attention down the table while Clarke made her goodbyes and left the bar.

****

She turned the key in her apartment. It was quiet. Clarke closed the door behind her, locking it. Latching it too. Cautious.

She slipped off her shoes and hung her bag over the back of the chair, stepping quietly, not wanting to break the silence, in case….

“Bellamy?” she called.

“In here.”

She smiled. He had his serious voice. All the different versions of Bellamy still thrilled her. The academic one. The sexy one. The contentious one. The protective one.

She dropped her sweater as she walked back to her bedroom and stood in the doorway.

He was in her bed, shirtless, reading a huge tome. It was his favorite way to be, she’d found out. And she loved it. She loved him.

She laid down next to him. He raised his arm so that she could cuddle up against his side and that’s what she did, kissing the skin of his shoulder and laying her head on his chest, just happy to be there.

“They were talking about you at the bar,” she said.

“Hmm, yeah?” he said distracted by his book. His hand petted up and down her arm. “What were they saying?”

“Oh, that it was a pity The History Channel had hired you as “The Intern” on my show, and that meant I was your boss and couldn’t hook up with you. They were sad.”

He sighed, amused and turned the page. “And you couldn’t tell them that they hired me as your love interest because they loved the internet nonsense and wanted to jump onto the whole Bellarke frenzy just like our friends?”

“They didn’t,” Clarke purred, stroking his flat belly, playing with the little hairs above his waist band. “They hired you because of your passion for history and your screen presence. They liked the idea of a regular guy coming in to challenge me.”

“If that was what it was about, you never would have agreed to it.” He smiled as he read, but she got the feeling he wasn’t paying much attention to his book anymore. “You never needed a man to make your show good.”

“True.” His abs were so nice. “But I do so like having you around.”

“Uh huh,” he said doubtfully, still pretending to read his book.

“I do. You keep me on my toes, Bellamy. You make sure I’ve got the whole picture and I don’t get too laser focused on my own opinion. You make me better.”

He put his book down. “You’ve got it backwards, Clarke. I’m always trying to keep up with you. To think bigger. To question my beliefs. You make me better.”

She smiled. “Together we make a good show. Plus with added sexual tension.” She let her fingertips slip just barely underneath his waistband.

“So you’re going to enjoy working with your impressionable, young and nubile intern.” he pulled her towards him and kissed her temple, nuzzling the skin there with his nose. “You’re such a predator.” The motion of his hand became slower on her back, stroking down her spine to the curve of her ass, before sliding back up again, under her shirt and around to fondle her breast.

“Yeah, you’re a real innocent.” She just breathed, feeling the sensations while he nibbled at her ear and slipped his fingers inside of her bra. The muscles of his chest under her hands were warm and firm and she reached for the snap of his jeans. He lifted his hips just slightly to meet her hands, but she stopped. “Are you okay, though? With this game we’re playing? Pretending not to be together, working on the show. Teasing not just our friends but the whole world? You— you’re such a good guy, Bellamy, you can’t like lying.”

He laughed and the low vibrations went through her. “Oh baby,” he said and pulled her shirt over her head. “I’m not that good a guy. They set the rules. They fucked with us first. So we get to fuck with them.” He reached behind her and released the clasp on her bra, slipping the straps down and throwing the scrap of lace over there, somewhere. He bent down to kiss the soft skin at the top curve of her breast and she surged up to meet his lips, but he simply petted down her side and smiled at her.

“Hey, they’re paying me a shit load of money to argue with you about history and justice and also to travel to amazing places that I’d never go otherwise. We’re filming around my academic calendar. Miller has the bar. This is going to be really great for my career… I HAVE a career and I’ve only been in college for one year. I think you’re really failing to understand just how much of a win this all is for me. And the best thing of all, I get you out of it. And I get to flirt with you and make that angry glint come into your eye when I challenge you… do you know how MUCH I loved that when you were just my professor? That little glint. I knew how much fire you had inside you.” He laughed under his breath and his hand drifted down to undo her jeans and slip inside.

She gasped.

“Yeah that’s the fire.” His grin was crooked and beloved. “That we get to screw with our friends and mess up their betting and also make them wonder about us for the whole filming? That’s just bonus, huh?”

But Clarke really couldn’t follow the conversation anymore. Not with the electricity Bellamy was striking inside of her. “Stop talking,” she breathed. “Do you really want to keep talking about our friends right now?”

“No, I don’t,” he said, and his mouth came down on her nipple while his hands brought her higher. She peaked under him and laughed, pulling him close to her and kissing down his chest.

“Is that how I get you shut up?” she asked, so happy in that moment that it felt like the universe was revolving around them.

“Pretty much, yeah,” he said and kissed her.

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