#more art on its way i swear im just busy as hell lol

[worri-wort]

completely forgot I made this like a year ago now. I’m glad the notion still stands

art is by @eedaeth  (I was in my art flop era at the time and his art is beyond beautiful so check him out)

[grcy-blog1]

⌈ kim taehyung, cismale, he/him ⌋ hey, is it GRAY SIWOO that you’re looking for? you know, the TWENTY-ONE year old STUDENT. typically i see them hanging around ROAST CAFE so you could try there! i hear they’ve been in living in SAUGATUCK RESIDENTIAL for HIS WHOLE LIFE. gristol wouldn’t the same without them, right? anyway, whenever i see them they make me think of ripped jeans, colorful retro sunglasses, painted nails.

some quick info:

full name: gray siwoo

age: 21

date of birth: june 10

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bisexual

occupation: student

allergies: peanut

zodiac sign: gemini

ok so gray was born and raised in gristol by his parents. his mom moved very young from korea to study abroad ( law more specifically ) and decided to stay when she met his father ( politics major ) and the two of them fell quickly and deeply at a very young age. however her family didn’t agree to it so she decided to cut them off even though she was very attached to them, so gray doesn’t know his family on his mother’s side at all. never spoke to them, don’t know what they look like, anything.

she didn’t come from a wealthy family but his father did!  once gray’s grandfather passed away his father being the only son took over their real estate brokerage business, making their lives way too easy. despite having her degree, his mom decide to dedicate herself to her family only and her kids, spoiling him rotten and giving literally everything he wants. gray could pretty much get away with everything if he pouts, which has helped him into his selfish and manipulative behaviors where he needs to get what he wants one way or another.

however, in order to shape him into a decent human he could get anything he wantedin his parents terms. he wasn’t handed everything, his dad was very rigid about that. instead he had to work  for it. do chores around the house, get good grades, that kinda thing. that really shaped him into a working man dhsuidfh ( even though most of the time his mom would let him off said chores )

TW DEATH

his mom was the sweet one in the house, but when gray was around 12 his mom fell sick and they discovered that she had leukemia and gray watched as his mom was no longer her best-self and never left her side to her last breath. his father was never a very loving type of father and often times he wanted to protect gray from seeing his mom that way but even at 12 years old gray was very mature and refused to let his father take away his time with his mom. the day she passed away was the day gray disconnected from his father completely, he blames him for her death and refuses to believe that now they can have a relationship when he spent so much time busy with work and away from them. gray still suffers a lot with her death but he never lets it show, not wanting to be vulnerable around others and doesn’t really want to worry his sister more than he already does.

he tries to not let the sadness and all the negative feelings take over him, figuring that his mom would want him to be kind and respectful to others like she was. he misses her dearly, she was his everything.

END OF TW

his dad has been the MAYOR of gristol for a couple years now, still a couple to go and will probably run again. gray thinks it’s hilarious that he can’t even take care of their house, how could he handle a whole town? but doesn’t say anything, in fact he takes advantage of his dad’s title to do whatever TF HE WANTS

his dad is also lowkey a homophobic and is that type who sees two guys kissing and public and cringes and comments about how its an indecency but wont do the same for the straight couples lol so gray prefers to hide that he kisses boys too from him but for everyone else he is out n proud ok 

at school gray was always kind of popular, he had his group of friends of course but he was naturally very social. he liked to talk and make people laugh and that continues through this day. he’s very sarcastic too which can be funny and because he’s a gemini he has those mood swings so pls be patient, sometimes he’ll be funny and cheerful and sometimes he’ll lock himself in his room for days without explanation

he was always very into music and was classic trained since he was a kid. that was very important to his parents. he can play piano, guitar, he can sing but he doesn’t think he can so he avoids the whole thing, loves playing though, especially the piano. catch him randomly playing just because at 6 am to wake up everyone because he’s THAT annoying lmao

his father demands a lot out of both him and expects him to be the perfect son and beCAUSE of that he goes against everything his dad wants. he wanted gray to attend politics school as well so he could be like him but gray decided to take arts instead, which he loves btw - he’s very artsy and loves to paint, draw, do some digital art and all that

he’s not a very big spender thankfully ( except w clothes tho ) , he likes to save his money even though thats never really lacked in his family.  he has plans of eventually leaving his father’s house and moving somewhere else away from him, the only reason why he hasn’t yet is hana. he can’t leave her. he’s simple, but likes to dress well and is obsessed with technology, he always has to have the newest phones, notebooks, watches, video games etc

very addicted to his phone and social media, instagram specially, in fact he likes to posts his art content and everything he does in there, updates his story all the goddamn time, i’d say he has a big following bc homeboy has a pretty face

a little bit of a hoe not going to lie, he’s very flirty and loves seeing his charm work on people, he tends to not let it go very far unless he feels very attracted to the person, he’s not the type to go fuck randoms and all that, he needs to have some type of connection before he gets intimate with someone

he can be a little hesitant to get close to people because he has major trust issues but once u get him talking there’s really no way to stop him, loves to roast and tease people just to be cute, he likes attention

a gentleman, he’s the real boyfriend material. he will open the door for you, carry your bags, carry yOU if you say you’re tired, go out of his way to make sure you’re comfortable, he’s your servant feel free to abuse it

however there are times where he snaps out of nowhere or just wants to be alone and is mean all suddenly but after will act like nothing has happened lmao

EXTREMELY affectionate, likes to touch hold hands hug kiss, he likes it when people play with his hair but all of that only applies to people he’s comfortable with, if you don’t know him well don’t touch him

[ anxiety tw ] he suffers w anxiety a lot due to his mom and stress and fighting w his father, sometimes he disappears and that’s when he’s having a crisis. he has panic attacks when its at its peak and he works out a lot and does yoga and all that as well as taking medication to keep it all at balance for his own sake [ end of anxiety tw ]

tries to eat healthy and watches what he eats a lot, he used to be chubby for a bit as a kid and that pushed him to work on himself which also makes him a little insecure about his body and his appearance. it’s still a little hard for him to believe that someone could be attracted to him and it’s also hard for him to just take a compliment without turning it into a joke.

neat freak, likes everything organized and clean and will freak out if you come over and mess up his room or go through his things

has terrible luck with relationships but never says no to love, tbh he’s a hopeless romantic and loves the chase. loves to gossip and he’s a bit shady when he doesn’t like someone ( which is not often this boy has a heart of gold ) fiughduf

omg i tried to keep this short and failed miserably

here’s some possible connections but i’m always up for anything

friends, ex-friends, enemies

someone who pretends to like him but actually talks shit about him behind his back

exes in good terms, exes in bad terms, there can be a few exes fjfgsdfhf

some sort of toxic relationship where they’re playing w each others feelings

flirtationship

someone he has a crush on but the other doesn’t or vice versa

a best friend, give him some bros pls

A CHILDHOOD best friend pls i love those

cousins, neighbors etc

party friends

iDK class mates

family friends

will they won’t they type thing

first kiss, first times etc

ENEMIES, people who just dislike him for any reason

someone who used to be friends w him but for whatever reason they have stopped talking ( perhaps a fight ) and now it’s either awkward as hell or they’re on their way to working things out

hook ups, friends w benefits etc

someone that likes fashion a lot too so they can go shopping together

work out buddy lets go

someone that likes his content on insta and knows him from there iDK

idk i’ll think of more later i swear

hit me up for plots love yall im excitED

[gojuo]

tagged by cutie @ohyoungjae thank u bby ♥

The rules are:

Tag the person who tagged you.

Answer the questions.

Tag 10 people

How tall are you?

155cm / 5′1 ....... im gonna cry i want to be tall SOOOO BADDDDD

What colour and style is your hair?

brown blackish + that middle eastern wavy hair. its up till my shoulders.... omg who remembers back when i was 15 and crying my eyes out on here bc i literally lost all my hair (i swear to god someone gave me nazar i just know someone did......) AND NOW MY HAIR IS FINALLY GROWING BACK LIKE.... GIMME A SECOND IM GONNA CRY!!!!!!!

What colour are your eyes?

brownnnnnnn

Do you wear glasses?

used to... i only wear contacts now

Do you wear braces?

no but i used back when i was like 12

What is your fashion style?

casual chic? like skinny jeans w blouses and long coats plus sneakers

Full name?

am i supposed to put my last name here lmfao........... my full first name is melda i dont have a middle name

When were you born?

january 29th ! mark it down hoes!!! AQUARIUS RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Where are you from and where do you live now?

im turkish but i was born n raised in the netherlands (pray for me that i can find my way in life and leave this country PLEASE)

What school do you go to?

i go to uni first year

What kind of student are you?

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in hs? procrastinated a lot was a bit of a problem kid but at least unlike a girl in my year i never sat in class while being high..... i was smart tho i did what i had to do... in uni im still a procrastinator leaving my hw for the night before but i still get my shit done when it needs to be done

Do you like school?

ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i hated hs for the reasons i think almost everyone on here did (all the cool kids r on insta lmao and us losers are here ....) i like uni.. life is different im a lot more grown and more at peace w my life but i also barely have time to breathe since im busy w school like 24/7 :///////

Favourite subject?

in hs i think it was art... everyone that did art always had to finish projects after school so all different classes would come together in the art rooms to finish the projects and my crush from a different class would sometimes be busy w his works when i was too and it was fun working w him n talking n stuff ... lol..................................................................................................

Favourite TV show?

avatar the last airbender................. god there really will never be anything better than atla huh ????

Favourite movie?

sword of the stranger !!!

Favourite books?

THE WITCHER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABT THE WITCHER 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣

Favourite pastime?

bro im so busy w school i literally dont even have time to breathe....... i like reading and making gifs and going out w friends to shop and eat u know

Do you have any regrets?

lmao youre asking me this ? ......... shoulda seen me in my teen years on here lmao

Dream job?

ha........ that dreams dead

Would you like to get married?

as much as i hate love ....... yeah ://////

Would you like to have kids?

god i literally hate being the turkish stereotype but.... YEAH BITCH!!!!!!!!! GOD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How many?

two.. one boy one girl and preferably them being twins so i dont have to get pregnant again lmfao that shits scary as hell

Do you like shopping?

UHHHHHHH SADLY......

What countries have you visited?

belgium germany france turkey and then bc we go to turkey by car sometimes ive driven through many european countries but never really “visited” so ://///

Scariest nightmare you have ever had?

i dont remember any of the dreams ive ever had lol

Any enemies?

yeah that bitch yg and his shitty management

Any significant others?

mark tuan ... if ur out there

Do you believe in miracles?

i believe in god

How are you?

going thru the motions as always !

can yall believe i tag ppl ??? i never do that lmao but anyways which ones r my friends i literally cant keep track:

@wishingformemoria @bleshilegend @sophrosynes @yeabeom @jacksonurs @kangdonghos @girllgroup @huiracha @jacksonurs @poc7

[wanna1things]

Soulmate!Hwang Minhyun

me, aggressively screaming into the void: I LOVE MINHYUN im so whipped for this boy and his 2 pairs of gucci trainers

Genre;; fluff + job! au??? school! au but like teachers! au and soulmate!au ofc

Warnings;; uhh mentions of stress

Pairing;; Hwang Minhyun x reader

Requested;; nope

Soulmate AU Type;; when you and your soulmate are close together you can see a faint red string connecting your wrists (red string soulmate au yesss) ++ you can also see the red string when either one of you is hurting (emotionally anD physically;; the other soulmate like the one who isn’t hurting can see it but the one who IS hurting can’t) (sorry this is difficult to explain i hope i did it okay??)

Summary;; When you start your new job at the local high school, one teacher really catches your eye… And he always happens to be there for you whenever you’re down.

Style;; bullet point

Word Count;; 1414

Also in this series;; Daniel | Woojin | Jihoon | Jinyoung

i love this I love minhyun

honestly your whole life you thought the red string thing was fake

your friends all seemed to have found their red string or at least seen it but

you’d never even caught a GLIMPSE of the thing

your friends were the ones who told you about it after they found their own soulmates

honestly it all sounded rather,, extra to you lol

and to be honest you were quite sure you were destined to be alone

and you know what those destined to be alone do?? they get a job!!!!!!

once you finish your studies

majoring in english

you decide to apply to work in a school which was close to your college

it seemed like a nice school, not too much drama but not too little

(come on everyone needs tea once in awhile)

you apply with your closest friend at the time, Jaehwan,, who (thank god) already had found his soulmate honestly if you turned out to be soulmates with him you might die from that laughter 24/7

you both manage to get jobs but your departments are opposite sides of the school :(

he is over in the music and performing arts area

whereas you’re in with english and social sciences

the first department meeting you go to you notice someone

i mean you’re pretty sure everyone else in the room noticed him too lol

one of the business and english teachers was… the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on??

even though he wasn’t wearing particularly smart clothes he might as well have been he looked like a model

while you’re staring at the beauty of this guy on the opposite side of the room to you someone pokes you in the shoulder

“I see you’ve noticed Mr Hwang Minhyun. Before you ask, hes room 311. I’m Mr Yoon Jisung, by the way, philosophy teacher, room 309. Nice to meet you!”

“haha yeah sorry he’s just,, very good looking. I’m y/n y/l/n, english teacher! I can’t remember my room number but uh nice to meet you too!”

the jisung guy turns to his computer and pulls up a file and searches up your name lol

“Ahh, y/n… you got lucky, you’re room 310. Right next to your new love interest Mr Hwang!”

ah great

now you have to face him every day

honestly you two never end up talking

you wave at each other occasionally in the corridor, sometimes he’ll pick you up a coffee from the machine and leave it on your desk but

nothing more really;;

that’s until one day you’re staying late to start planning classes for tomorrow

when you get a text from literally the LAST friend you have who also hasn’t found their soulmate

it’s only a sentence long but its enough to bring tears to your eyes

‘y/n, I found my soulmate!’

you want more than anything to be happy for them but you can’t help but feel useless

like why do you have to be the last out of everyone?? will you ever even find your soulmate?

a soft knock on the door interrupts your tears and minhyun walks in with two cups of coffee in one of those like cardboard things lol

“Hey, y/n... I could hear you from next door, what’s wrong?”

you don’t even have enough time to question how he managed to hear you through a brick wall before your tears are flowing again

you know how it is,, whenever someone is nice to you ; you always cry more lol

he puts down the coffee on your desk and pulls one of the chairs over to sit next to you

in complete silence he puts his arms around you and like;; cradles you while you cry and rubs your back and hands you tissues every so often

you swear that in between the blurs of tears you see a faint flash of red uhm

but you brush it off as it being a piece of his clothing and just;; continue letting out your emotions lol

when you’re finally done you sit up and thank him and he just smiles right back at you

“no need to thank me! do you want to tell me what’s up? if you don’t that’s totally fine but like sharing is caring…wait no i mean a problem shared is a problem halved”

you laugh at his mistake and mumble back

“i’m the last person left out of my friends who doesn’t have a soulmate…”

minhyun pats your shoulder when you say this and he leans down to look into your eyes

“Hey, y/n, that doesn’t mean anything!! Look at me!! I still haven’t found mine”

YOUR HEART STARTS SUDDENLY RACING AS YOU REMEMBER THE FLASH OF RED uhh 1+1=2 is this what you think this is??

but then you notice the red charity bracelet around his wrist and your hopes = gone

he winks at you and grabs a post-it note, jotting down a number and passing it to you with one of the cups of coffee

“I have to go work on my stuff for tomorrow, but if you ever need anything just call me and uhh enjoy your coffee!”

he stands up and starts to walk out the door and you shout a quick “thank you” and he just responds with an “anytime, y/n!”

you like text him almost immediately as you sip the coffee

somehow he… has put the right amount of milk and sugar like damn is this boy a magician or psychic or something ??????????

you end up texting until literally 2am

the next day you both turn up to work looking like you got dragged through a bush

minhyun pulls it off (he could pull of wearing a TRASH BAG) but… not sure if you can say the same about yourself lol

you keep this up for a good week

and you two are so close now even the students are starting to ship it

you can’t deny that you,, have feelings,, for minhyun

he’s just the right amount of kind and funny it’s amazing HE’S amazing

anYWAY y’all out here talking until 2am every night

until you find yourself falling super behind on the work and marking for your students

you literally lock yourself in your house one friday night and try to mark like 1000 english test papers

you’re not even 100 in and you’ve already forgotten how the hell english works

suddenly theres a knock at your door

its like 11pm so honestly… you’re confused who the hell is it

you grab your baseball bat and unlock the door to a very confused looking minhyun

“were you going to hit me with that?? I text you to say I was coming”

again you didn’t have time to question how the hell he worked out where you lived before you’re rushing back to find your phone

15 unread messages from minhyun

‘haha yes omg did you hear jisung today he was telling the class jokes i could hear the groaning from my room lol’

‘hey’

‘hey’

‘hey y/n’

‘where u at’

‘WHY WON’T YOU ANSWER’

‘what are you doing that is more important than me :(‘

‘if you don’t respond in 3 minutes i will be worried’

‘it’s only been 1 minute but i’m worried you’re always on your phone 24/7 this is not like you’

‘that’s it y/n’

‘i’m coming over’

‘see you in ten!’

‘five minutes away!’

‘two mins now!’

‘let me IN it’s cold out here!!’

whoOPS in future don’t put your phone on silent in a completely different room when you have a minhyun wanting to make fun of jisung

while you’re trying to process still how he managed to get here you look down at your hands and you see a faint red line tied around your wrist in a bow

the string flows from your wrist and is tied in a bow around minhyun’s wrist

you look up at him and he smiles widely at you

“that’s how i managed to work out where you live, I followed the string just like i did when you were sad before”

boy;; damn knew y’all were soulmates for thAT LONG

honestly you don’t know whether to fist bump because you scored the most beautiful human or to cry because it was damn worth the wait OR kiss him

you decide on fist bumping and then doing the 3rd option lol

um tiny bonus:

when you tell jaehwan and jisung they... fist bump too

p.s. jaehwan cries

YES I LOVE MINHYUN NOW IM GOING TO SLEEP

[missjugheadjones]

Unspoken Words 2

 Word Count: 2170

    A/N: lol heres the 2nd part to Unspoken words, enjoy! I suggest the song mentioned in here, its one of my favs.  Also sorry for not posting as much, things are very crazy atm but im getting back to it. Much love!

MasterList

Jugheads POV-

    "Betty?" I said over the phone, hearing my sniffling girlfriend on the other end. "Yeah, I'm here, come outside." She sniffled again and I listened as she told me that she couldn't, her mom locked her inside the house for the night and no one was allowed in nor out.

    "So I can't come inside to see you?" I asked, and I listened as she told me I couldn't. My heart sank a little bit, not because I couldn't go in and see her, but because I had just left Y/N heartbroken and crying alone in her house for this.

    "Yeah, no I get it. I'll just see you tomorrow." I said, and hung up the phone, throwing it on the seat next to me. I leaned my head on the steering wheel and sighed, I was truly and idiot today. I kicked myself, closing my eyes trying to stop myself from crying, but behind my shut eyes images of Y/N played like a movie. Her smiling, the way her eyes light up anytime she tells an awful pun and everyone groans, the sound of her laugh when she shoots sarcastic comments my way.

    I replayed memories of our time at Pops, late nights in the quiet diner, the only sounds that are audible are of the neon lights buzz, Pops whistling from back into the kitchen, and the tapping of keys and scratches of lead on paper. While I wrote she drew, or also wrote, but she preferred the look of her scribbled words on paper, the smears of black on her hands as evidence of a nights work. A tattered notebook with crumbled pages, a worn and old look, inside the ins and outs of her mind were translated into pictures and poems, proof that there was a beautiful mind behind her beautiful eyes. She thought the digital route to her genius felt cheap, she liked the messy, tangible work that she could carry around with her, and I always admired her for it.

     Memories of the Twilight-Drive In came next, sitting next to her out in the cold air. We'd sit in the back of my dads truck, blankets and pillows sprawled across the bed of the truck, popcorn and candy pieces littered throughout from our many mini food fights we'd randomly break out in. If it was especially cold, she'd sit closer to me, leaning her head on my shoulder and I'd pull one of the many blankets over her. This was when she was most peaceful, sometimes I would purposely tune out the movie and try my best to listen in on her slow and quiet breaths, finding comfort in the serenity of it. I'd look down at her, admiring how her soft features would glow in the dim light of the movie projection and the night sky. She really was beautiful, and I'm sure that these were the nights where it really stood out to me.

    Not only was she beautiful physically, but mentally as well. She had been through so much, endured so much bullshit yet she still had a soft and warm personality that would draw people in. She was energetic, magnetic, electric. Every word she spoke you could hear the emotion behind it, even if it was a useless sentence that had no meaning at all. She was a human piece of art really, she was all of the art in the world placed into a breathing, living person. Poetic and colourful, abstract but simple, she is everything that I felt was beautiful in the world.

    Then came the heartbreak, the memory I wanted so badly to forget about, to ignore, but it was now stuck in my brain.  I led her on, didn't I? And not only that, but I left her crying and alone after. The tears started to fall, and I couldn't help but feel the burn of self hatred rise up from my stomach to my chest. She was broken, on the floor with tears falling from her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes, and it was all my fault because I decided to do something stupid. I decided to almost let my true feelings slip, I should have told her, I should have stayed.

    Y/N is a smart girl, she knows how to put pieces together, and she's quite good with words and if she knows a person well enough, like she knows me, she can guess what is about to come out of their mouth. She knew what I was going to say, I could see the gleam in her eye, the one that time and time again tells me that she feels the same. I brought her up and I let her crash... I am the worst person ever. It would take a miracle for her to forgive me, hell it would take a miracle for me to forgive myself.

    I straightened up and wiped the tears off my face, crying about Y/N in front of Bettys house felt wrong in some sort of sense. Thinking these thoughts about Y/N in front of Bettys house felt wrong, I just need to get away from Betty. I started up my car and ran my hand through my beanie-less hair, pulling away from the familiar home, looking back slightly to see another lone illuminated window, Bettys. And just like with Y/N, I drove away. I was gone.

Your POV-

    "You look cute with that hat on." Jughead said, smiling towards me. I looked up from my notebook and blushed, rolling my eyes and smiling.

    "Not as cute as you." I say, tapping my pencil on the paper. Jughead chuckles, shaking his head.

    "And that's where your wrong, princess." My chest warms up at the use of his nickname for me. At one point it was used to tease me, a nickname given to me by my best friend who said I acted like a princess most of the time. Now that we are together though, its turned into something more, I'm not just any princess, I'm his, and he is my prince, and I wear his crown to show that I'm his and he is mine.

    "Last time I checked, I'm never wrong, thank you though." I snap back sarcastically, beaming at him as he closes his laptop half way and looks admiringly my way.

    "I wouldn't be so sure about that, weren't you wrong today?" he asks, and I fake surprise.

    "Was I? I don't recall."

    "Yes, I'm pretty sure you were. We were listening to music in the car ride home from school and I was listening to 'Atlanta' and you tried to guess who it was by." he says, and I sink a little in my seat, trying my best to keep up my poker face.

    "None of this is ringing a bell, Beanie. I think it was just all in your imagination." I reply, shrugging and leaning back in my seat.

    "No, I still don't think so. You know the song Atlanta right, who is it by then?" he asks, smirking my way and I stutter, trying my best to think of the artist he had told me earlier.

    "Well, I-uh... twenty one pilots?" I guessed, and he threw his head back in laughter.

    "No, Stone Temple Pilots. Close though, but not really." he says once his laughter dies down a bit, and I roll my eyes.

    "Whatever, same difference." I shoot back, and he shakes his head.

    "Not even close." he says, and I shrug.

    "I'll get it at some point." I say confidently, and he nods.

    "I'm sure you will." he opens his laptop all the way again and starts to type, and I watch as his eyes dance across the screen and listen to the sound of keys being hit. He looks so happy, you can see it in his eyes that this is when he is most peaceful. Sometimes I stare at him, watching as he types away on his laptop, and I swear I can see the gears turning behind his loving eyes. I admire how the neon lights of the diner illuminates his face, creating an orange-y red glow that accentuates the features of his face. Sometimes I swear this is where I notice how handsome he really is, right here in this booth when he's happy and content and busy.

    I look down at my notebook, the words and doodles scribbled across the page, the smear marks of the lead being dragged across the page from my hand. I love it when a new, untouched white page in my notebook becomes a light grey, decorated with my thoughts. I stare at tonights masterpiece, just some random writing about Jughead that I had thought up of, and a doodle of a beanie that looks like a crown. As I look up from my notebook, I see he is looking at me.

    "Is there something on my face?" I asked, and he shakes his head.

    "No, nothing out of the normal. Just the usual cuteness." he says, and I laugh.

    "The cheese is strong with you, isn't it?" I asked, and he laughs as well.

    "Hey, maybe I like being cliché, did you ever think of that?" he asks, closing his laptop and placing it in his bag.

    "Yes, I have. Its not a hard thing to pick up on, especially since you do it so often." I reply, closing my notebook and placing it in my small backpack I use instead of a purse. I slide out of the booth seat and stand up, stretching slightly as Jughead stands up as well. I start to make my way to the door until a hand grabs my wrist and turns me around, facing Jughead. He smiles down at me and I smile up at him.

    "Have I ever told you how happy I am that I finally fixed my mistake?" he asks, which is an odd question, but those are never few and far between with Juggie.

    "What mistake?" I asked quietly, and he shrugs slightly.

    "I had bad judgement, I made a haste decision that ended up being the wrong one, and fixing it was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me." he tried to explain, yet he was still being so vague.

    "What was your wrong decision?" I asked, and he opened his mouth to say something, but a banging noise drowned whatever he said out.

    "Now do you understand?" he questioned, and I shook my head.

     "No, I didn't catch what you said, the noise was too loud." I explained, and he looked down at me confused.

    "What noise?" he asked.

    "The loud banging noise." I said, shocked he hadn't heard it too.

    "I think you're lo-" there it goes again, the noise. I can't hear the second part of his sentence, and now i'm even more confused than before.

    "Did you hear it just then?" I asked, sure he had to have heard it.

    "No, are you feeling okay?" he asks me, and I take a seat back in the booth, I feel a little dizzy.

    "No, not really, I think I just need to-"

    "Wake up?" he suggests, and I look at him confused.

    "Wake up?" I asked, and he nods his head.

    "You should probably wake up, go see what the noise was." he says, and I shake my head.

    "But I'm not asle-" the noise is louder this time, more urgent sounding, like someone is banging on a door.

    "Are you going to get that?" Jughead asks, and I shake my head.

    "Get what?" I ask, and he opens his mouth to respond, but before he can I cut him off. "You know what, it doesn't matter, just tell me what your wrong decision was." I say, and he shrugs.

    "I think you need to wake up." he says, sitting in the seat of the booth across from me.

    "But-"

    "I can't tell you what you want to know. But I'm sure whatever is making that noise can." he says, and I shake my head.

    "The only one who can tell me left. He ran out, back to the one who he belongs with." I say, and Jughead shrugs.

    "Have a little faith, you still have faith in him right?" he asks, and I slowly nod.

    "I have no choice but to. When you're in love with someone, faith in them kind of comes naturally." I say, feeling quite tired. I yawn, and the diner starts to get blurry, and darker. I blink and things around me are now completely dark, and I'm laying down. I sit up slowly, raising my hand to my head and I feel the beanie on me. It was a dream. Of course it was a dream.

Knock! Knock!

    Who the hell is here right now? I look at my phone and see its 1:27am, its a little early for visitors, who in their right mind wants to talk to me now?

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let it happen | chapter 4

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9:40 A.M.

Lance saves the document, closes it, stares at his laptop desktop image until his eyes start to sting, groans in frustration, and slams his laptop shut. Puts it aside. He crosses his arms like a petulant child, he chews on his bottom lip, his eyes roam around his room.

He watches as the wind plays lazily with his curtains, making their shadows dance, swaying back and forth.

Something moves in his peripheral vision. He rolls his head to the side, fingers hovering over the keypad. The sight that meets him makes him pause, his fingers freeze, Keith looks so peaceful, he looks almost… ethereal. It’s kind of disturbing, yet mesmerizing at the same time.

Keith’s pale face glows a tender hue under the morning light, the sun tinges his chapped lips a deep pink, the scar under his left eye looks almost translucent.

Keith’s so… unfairly beautiful.

He catches himself tracing down the slopes of Keith’s face, the lines of his jaw, the curve of his upper lip with his eyes like a piece of chalk on canvas. He’s never seen something quite this stunning before in his life (granted, he’s only 22, but that’s beside the point), if only he knew how to draw like Keith does.

Lance can’t take this, his heart’s too weak.

He wants to bury his face in Keith’s ruffled hair, wants to breathe him in, wants to have him in his arms, wants to touch, but he seems so out of reach like this. Lance curls his fingers into fists, aching to touch. He restrains himself from charting pale, fading freckles down with his fingertips.

It… it’s very distracting, is what it is.

Keith scrunches up his nose, grumbles and throws an arm over his eyes. Lance’s breath catches in his throat.

Lance… Lance is fucked, he knows he’s fucked, he already knew that then (when Keith suggested this… arrangement), he knows that now, he’s known that for some time now, but it never fails to catch him by surprise. This… feeling never fails to overwhelm him. He fucking hates this… whatever this is, he has no fucking word for this… feeling. It claws at his throat, it kicks him the gut, it scorches his heart, it clenches his heart in a death-grip, it steps on it, it rips his heart apart.

Lance covers his face in his hands and rubs, groaning in frustration. This is ridiculous. He forces himself to look away, and focuses on drilling a hole into the wall with the force of his glare instead, running his tongue over one of his canines.

Do not distract yourself with cheesy rom-com bullshit, bitch, he scolds himself, Write. Yes, writing is good. Stressful, but good. Go back to writing. Avoid contact. Don’t look. Avert your eyes. Work. You’ve got work to do, so do it.

After about five or so minutes of glaring despondently into fucking space and hating himself for being pathetic, he does. He’s always been good at taking all his frustrations on his writing.

He pulls his laptop into his lap, opens it, double taps, and the document appears on the screen. The cursor blinks curiously at him, he blinks back, and sighs. He starts scanning it for typos, and corrects them, all the while grumbling about how fucking stupid he is, and how fucking stupid all those mistakes were.

He adds some of the worst expletives in big, bold and italic capital letters next to shitty, weird ass sounding paragraphs that don’t ever seem to get any better, even after rewriting them seven thousand three hundred and eighty-four fucking times. Doesn’t matter how many times he tries, how many times he bangs his fists on the keyboard, how hard he hits the keys, the words don’t ever seem to come out quite right.

Rinse, lather, repeat.

“¡BESA MI CULO, PUTO!” He snaps at one particularly dumb typo, and deletes its whole sentence out of spite.

Keith stirs, and groans next to him, turning his body towards Lance. Lance tenses, holding his breath and sitting very still until he’s super sure, 100% Keith won’t wake up. Keith sighs obliviously in his sleep, and turns on his stomach. Lance lets out a relieved breath, closing his eyes.

He snaps them open and shakes his head in frustration, “No seas tonto, Lance.”

He hits ctrl-z and skips the paragraph entirely, jumping to two paragraphs bellow, he reads it and gasps, “¿Qué carajo? Who wrote this? A fiveslgfjdjdfds.” A hand lands on the side of his face with a smack, smooching his cheek. Lance screams, - of course he does, how could he not. - and almost falls off the bed.

“SHUT YOUR ROTTEN MOUTH, I’M TRYING TO SLEEP,” Keith growls at him, voice raspy, and low, and terrifying. Even muffled by the pillow and drowsy, his voice doesn’t lose its aggressive edge. What the fuck.

Lance, after recovering his soul, turns his head so he can stare at Keith with raised brows, and huffs, “Hella lot of words coming from a sleeping person, I’d say.”

Keith groans and lifts his face off the pillow, glaring at him through squinty eyes, “Shut that fucking trap, you moldy piece of bread, or get out.”

“This is my fucking room, Keith,” Lance sputters, snapping his laptop shut for added effect, “you get out.”

“I’M SLEEPING, PISS OFF,” Keith kicks at Lance’s leg with enough force to bruise.

“OW! CAREFUL WITH MY COMPUTER, YOU BRUTE!”

Keith grumbles, turning his back to Lance and covering his head with Lance’s comforter. He curls into a ball, shutting Lance out.

Lance relocates his grumpy ass to the couch after flipping an oblivious, snoring Keith off.

He loves the guy, but damn, can he be an asshole so-

…Wait, did he just-

Oh, hell no.

10:34 A.M.

stud muffin so………….. do i even wanna know? probably not, but you’re gonna tell me anyway pidge, cover ur eyes

pidgeotto shut up hunk im not 5 GIVE ME DA DEETS LANCE

space boi lance AWWW MAN MY DUDES MY BROS MY PALS MIS HERMANOS

pidgeotto oh boy here we go…….. im regretting this already

space boi lance SHUT IT BIRD TURD anyway where was i before i was so rudely interrupted??? ah yeah OH MY GOD MY DUDES hes a screamer KEITH KOGANE OUR KEITH IS A SCREAMER ITS LIKE AAAAAA GUYS boi so thicc too goddem cant wait to have him up my ass honest such a nice dick 11/10 reallygreat work of art grade a AND DAT ASS!!!!!!!! GUH SO FUCKING SMOOTH he looks really nice when hes sleeping too so soft i want to chomp on his cheeks ughhhhhh how can he be so perfect its so unfair im swooning i swear to GOD he looks hot even when hes kicking me out of my own room which UNFAIR

A facebook notification pops up at the top of his phone screen in the middle of his rant.

Hunk Garrett tagged you in a post, it says.

Lance arches an eyebrow, “Huh.”

He taps it open.

Hunk Garrett is listening to the less i know the better, by tame impala i’d like to dedicate this song to my good pal Lance Martínez you know /why/ Pidge Holt and 5 others 

Pidge Holt  HOOOOOO BOY THE BURN THATS Y UR MY MAIN HO HUNK I LOVE U

Matthew Holt lol babe look at The Shade Takashi 

Takashi Shirogane Ah yes, that is indeed The Shade Of It All *scratches chin* Lance Martínez shiro i love u but dude ure embarrassing get off the internet Matthew Holt dont trash talk the baby lance Matthew Holt he’s sensitive Matthew Holt (ure adorable babe) Takashi Shirogane I take offence to that Lance Takashi Shirogane No more dog memes for you Lance Martínez NOOOOOO DAD NOT THE DOGGO MEMES Takashi Shirogane ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Pidge Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hunk Garrett ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Matthew Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lance Martínez u guys are absolute TRASH

Lance Martínez the WORST I TELL U WORST

Lance Martínez I NEED NEW FRIENDS ASAP 

Pidge Holt awwwwwwww lance i love u too Pidge Holt u can tell me everything later i’ll allow it Pidge Holt bring food Pidge Holt and redbull Pidge Holt tons of redbull Lance Martínez ure… ugh Lance Martínez i hate u Lance Martínez u tiny bird turd Pidge Holt URE tiny Lance Martínez GASP U TAKE THAT BACK Pidge Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hunk Garrett ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Matthew Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Takashi Shirogane ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Allura Ourania ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lance Martínez LULU NOT U TOO Allura Ourania ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

11:35 A.M.

He’s avoiding the huge ass, one-sided, and glittery elephant in the room, he’s avoiding the fuck out of it. He’ll avoid the fuck out of it until it goes away, until it disappears for good, until it goes to fucking hell, until it’s burning in the fifth circle of hell.

He has no time for this.

This project is worth 40% of his grade.

His prof’s a mad man, yeah, but that’s how it is. He won’t flunk this class just because he can’t control his feelings.

He can’t, won’t, jeopardize his project just because of fucking feelings.

¡No, de ninguna puta manera! 

He needs a shower. 

And a joint. 

And coffee. 

Tons of coffee. 

But a shower first, then facials, then weed, then coffee.

Tons of coffee. 

He’ll also down a shot of tequila, because he’s feeling adventurous. 

(Reckless, he means reckless.)

1:45 P.M.

Lance’s minding his own business, stirring his way into his fifth?? possibly, probably, he’s not sure, cup of coffee, and stuffing his face with ham and pineapple pizza rolls in the kitchen after smoking a whole joint by himself in the bathroom, when he hears it. It is terrifying. A dull thud reverberates through the apartment, echoed by it; the most earth-shattering, ear-splitting shriek he’s ever heard.

“LANCE!”

He freezes, his heart plummets.

His spoon drops and clatters on the floor.

“LANCE, YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD,” the deity roars.

Lance squeaks like a fucking mice, and squats, hiding behind the counter.

Run. Pack your things and go, get out of town. Flee to Europe, change your name-

He presses his overheated cheek to the counter and sighs, so good. He grins wide.

Keith’s feet smack on the floor as he stomps, over-aggressively, I dare add, out of Lance’s room, “What the fuck did you do to my ass, you rotten egg?” His voice is louder now, much louder. Lance jumps mid giggle-fit, which sets him off into another one.

“ME!” Lance peers over the countertop and raises his hand, waving sluggishly and cackling, bloodshot eyes wide. Well, as wide as they can go, which, honestly, isn’t much, considering, “I DID THE FUCK! I PUT MY DICK IN - HAH - YOUR ASS! YOU LET ME - HAHAH - IT WAS WILD!”

Keith takes a long look at him and, like a flip has switched, his scowl melts and he bursts out laughing, his nose crinkling up. It’s so fucking adorable, Lance’s heart hurts. It burns. It screams in pain. Lance laughs the pain away like the idiot he is, or maybe just because he’s high as fuck. One can never be too sure, ya feel.

“I know that, you fucking stoner, I mean THE BRUISES.” He points at his bare hips, trying to catch his breath.

Lance’s eyes travel south.

Helloooo there, legs.

Wait, he went too far.

Go back two frames.

There, hips.

Lance blinks, and tries to open his eyes further. He can’t.

He blinks again.

Oh.

Ho boy, he did a number on the guy alright.

Also, this part is super wild, bare with him, it looks weirdly… beautiful? It’s gorgeous, actually. It’s a masterpiece, Lance is an artist.

The red and purple splotches scattered across Keith’s skin are… kind of blurring together in one big ass bruise, that reminds him oddly of the Milky Way. Lance fights hard against the white urge to draw an alien-head above Keith’s hipbone. Keith probably wouldn’t mind it, though. The nerd. Lance chuckles.

Keith clears his throat.

Lance flicks his eyes up at Keith, blinks languidly at him several times. Keith’s waiting for something, isn’t he? What is it again? He rakes his brain for an answer. It beeps.

Ah, yeah.

An answer, right. He needs to answer Keith, duh.

Lance cackles at his stupidity.

“Oh, that.” Lance wipes his eyes on his sleeve in between chuckles as he finally answers, sniffing. He braces his arms on the counter and pushes himself up on his feet, winking, “I’m not sorry about that.” He lies his torso on the counter, smooching his cheek against the cool surface, and shoots Keith a lopsided smile.

Keith shakes his head, “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but you looooooove me,”  Lance sing-songs, finger gunning lazily with a grin.

Keith rolls his eyes fondly, and gets closer, dragging one of the stools from under the counter, and sitting down gingerly, wincing a little. His eyes flicker swiftly to something as he settles, before they land on Lance again. Keith frowns, “Should you be drinking coffee?”

Lance frowns back, puzzled, turning his head so he can look at his mug. “Shouldn’t I?” He wonders.

Keith leans over the counter, elbows propped up, and starts picking idly at one of the pizza rolls sitting pretty on the plate in front of him, “It doesn’t affect your high?”

Lance gasps. His pizza rolls. “No touching, you fugly mullet, it’s mineeeeee,” Lance whines, reaching forward and swatting Keith’s fugly hand away. He snatches the plate from Keith and brings it closer to himself, tucking it in between his arms, away from pizza roll-thieving mullets. Lance sticks out his tongue at him, before fitting two of the biggest rolls in his mouth. At the same time. For emphasis. His cheeks puff out.

Keith ducks his head to hide his grin. “You look like a chipmunk,” he comments nonchalantly, tapping his knuckles idly on the surface.

“Nhobowdshy ashkd yuh, Puhtrish,” Lance shoots back.

Keith rolls his eyes and flips him off with both hands, leaning back on his stool.

Lance flashes him the half-chewed food.

“Fuck, that’s gross.”

“Ah.” Lance struggles to swallow all of it dry, but manages, “I forgot to - clears throat - answer, coffee doesn’t affect my high much.” He shrugs, taking a bite off one of the rolls. Keith hums.

Lance swallows, “Pass me the straw, please. The long, bendy one.” He gestures a thumb back.

Keith slides from the stool in one smooth movement, makes his way around the counter and goes for the drawers. Lance hears as it slides open, “Which color?”

“Purple,” Lance answers over his shoulder.

He stretches his arm when Keith pulls the straw out and makes a grabby hand at him.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Keith holds the straw over his head.

“Gimme, or I’ll punch your di-I-i-aaAAAAAah,” he tries to steal the straw from Keith, but loses his footing and almost dives face-first into the cold, hard floor. “¡Coño!” He fumbles to keep upright, hooking a hand on the edge of the other side of the counter. Thank fuck for long fingers.

Lance manages to get his balance back by planting his feet firmly on the ground. Keith makes his way back to his stool, and once he’s settled, he hands Lance the straw already stretched. Keith’s lips quiver in a poorly concealed attempt not to laugh, eyes twinkling mirthfully.

Lance rolls his eyes as he throws the straw into his cup, propping himself on his elbow and resting his chin on his palm.

Keith makes gagging sounds, bangs falling on his eyes.

Lance ignores him in order to bring the straw to his lips with his free hand, and suck the coffee, swallowing in an obnoxiously loud gulp.  

Keith’s nose wrinkles in disgust. “You’re gross,” Keith comments, tucking his hair behind his ears.

“Thanks, I try,” Lance grins around his straw, then frowns at Keith’s bare chest. “Shouldn’t you put on some clothes, though?” Lance asks, eyes half-lidded, “It’s freezing, Keith.”

Keith raises an eyebrow, looking down. “Off-topic, but no, Lance, it’s not,” he shoots Lance a look, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “And how would you know, anyway? You’re high.”

“What’s this jealousy I’m feeling? There’s more, you know.” He pats the breast pocket of his sweatshirt with a dopey smile, and meets Keith’s eyes as he takes a sip, waggling his brows. He swallows and winks, “Don’t need to get all broody on me, grumpy pants.”

Keith hides his face on his arms and groans. Lance can see the blush rising on Keith’s neck, and allows himself a mental pat on the back as he pushes himself upright.

“Okay, let’s go,” Lance trots towards his bedroom.

3:32 P.M.

When they sober up enough to get stuff done, they throw themselves on the couch, legs tangled because why not, right? It’s not like Lance’s life makes any sense, anyway.

Lance with the camera in his hands and laptop on his stomach, Keith with his headphones around his ears, and one of his weird, edgy sci-fi books resting on his thighs.

Lance rests his head on the armrest and hits play.

Keith’s feet tap a comforting rhythm against Lance’s.

4:02 P.M.

Keith falls asleep against the couch, mouth slightly open.

Lance does a poor job at reducing the volume of his laughter at his dramatics on video. Even though Keith’s got his headphones on, Lance still manages to wake him up, and ends up getting kicked in the shin by a very rumpled, grumpy, and over-sized baby with a fugly mullet for that.

He tries not to laugh again.

…He fails miserably, and both his shins suffer.

Terribly.

4:30 P.M.

Because Lance has shit luck, and the universe is out to get him, they didn’t manage to catch Keith’s o-face on video. Life is unfair, God hates him, Jesus hates him, even Buddha must hate him, because this, right here, has got to be some sort of twisted divine punishment. Maybe it’s Karma, maybe he was a murderer in his past life, he doesn’t know. What he does know, though, is that this must be fixed.

“Dude,” he kneels on the couch and shakes Keith’s knee to wake him up, “Dude. DUDE!”

Keith’s eyes flutter open and he squints at Lance, blinking blearily, utterly confused.

Lance sits back on his heels and he offers Keith the camera, “Look.”

Keith, while frowning up at him, sits up and takes it. He yawns, unplugging his headphones from his phone and into the camera. He hits play.

Keith snaps the camera shut after about ten minutes, a furious blush burning his high cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. He still looks mildly confused, though, and astoundingly flustered, bringing his knees to his chest.

Lance bites on his bottom lip and heaves a huge breath. “We’ll have to tape chapter 1 again,” he clarifies.

Keith lifts an eyebrow, face still bright red, “Because…”

“I can’t see your face when you’re coming, dude.” Lance explains, waving his hands at the camera in exasperation, “That’s unacceptable, you know. really preposterous. I can’t have this, I can’t WRITE like this. This is a disaster. We gotta redo this, Keith. It’s a matter of life and death.” He grabs both Keith’s knees and shakes.

“But- I’m awake now, dipshit, quit shaking me,” He snaps, batting Lance’s hands away from his knees, “But… don’t you remember my face when I was actually coming yesterday?”

So, you see… remember when Lance mentioned he has shit luck, and the universe is out to get him, and some sort of divine punishment is being inflicted upon him? There’s another reason to back up that assessment.

They not only hadn’t caught Keith’s o-face on video, but he also didn’t get to see Keith’s o-face in living color yesterday because he had his fucking eyes closed. Which rude, Lance. That is just plain rude. There’s no excuses. That’s probably why God, Jesus, and Buddha hate you this much.

Lance hangs his head. “I- I had my eyes closed,” he confesses, accepting defeat.

“You’re hopeless.”

Lance’s head shoots up and he gasps, “Excuse!”

“No,” Keith stands up abruptly, almost kneeing Lance’s nose in the process.

Lance squawks and reels back, out of reach, eyes wide, “Wha-”

“Shut the fuck up, you dry raisin,” Keith glares accusingly at him and Lance flinches, “I’ll fix this.”

“Kei-”

Keith’s arm shoots up, and he points his index finger at Lance, thick eyebrows pinched. “Stay put,” he warns, waving his finger, “don’t fucking move, don’t breathe.”

Lance is too confused to react, or even say anything, so he just gapes.

“Just… stay there, I’ll be quick.”

Keith returns buck naked, with a dildo and the lube in hands.

Lance’s at a loss, he’s a loss for words, his sass is gone, along with his ability to form coherent thoughts. Keith has that effect on him, apparently. Keith always finds a way to give Lance whiplash.  

Keith dumps the stuff on the coffee table and turns his attention to Lance, he chuckles at what he sees there, “Shut your mouth, Lance, you’ll catch a fly.”

Lance finds his voice. “Wha-” he clears his throat, and shakes his head before continuing, “What the fuck?” (Eloquent.)

Keith rolls his eyes as he picks up the camera, “You’re gonna tape me as I touch myself.”

Keith hands Lance the camera.

“I don’t…” Lance takes it, still completely dumbfounded.

Keith cuts him off, “I told you I’d fix this, didn’t I? So this is me, fixing it.”

Something in Lance’s brain seems to click.

“Oh,” he replies dumbly.

Oh no, is what he means, no fucking way. He’s gonna die today.

Yup, today is the day.

“Okay, so…” Keith claps his hands, “scooch over, I need the space.”

Lance’s eyes widen, “You really gonna do this here? On the couch?”

“Is there a problem?”

Yes. There’s a ton of problems, actually. Not with Keith doing it on the couch, but still, there’s a problem. Tons of problems. These problems have problems. For one, Lance will probably die. For two, he can’t do this anymore. He can’t but he has to, and he will because his project is worth 40% of his final grade, he will because he has to. He has the moral duty to prove to Keith, and to himself, that he, as a matter of fact, can do this, even if he’ll end up hurt. Fuck his feelings.

“No, no, nope, no problem at all. I’m all up for jerking off on the couch, sign me the fuck up. It’s just…” Lance blows a raspberry, scratching the back of his head, looking around the room, uncertain. He can’t meet Keith’s eyes, “it looks too cramped, I think? I was just, uhm, thinking that maybe, I don’t know, you’d prefer doing this on a bed?”

Keith snorts, “Nah, it’s okay.”

Lance finally looks at him, searching his face, “You sure? Like, 100%?”

Keith rolls his eyes, “Yes Lance, don’t worry, just… keep the camera on me.”  

Lance sits upright, crisscrossing his legs, and points the camera at Keith.

[wizardingbias]

HP!headcanon - NCT Yuta

 || WIZARDINGBIAS - where your fave bands live in hakho’s hogwarts au ||

Character Headcanons at Hogwarts ↳ NCT Yuta // Yuta Nakamoto // Slytherin

fuck now we’re doing my bias wrecker hell no buckle up errbody this abt to be a wild ass ride

now that’s a long ass ride

Yuta is a Sly-therin

this cunning ass motherfucker needs to calm tf down

this is probably gonna be long af

more under the cut <3

so in my au,

Yuta doesn’t actually go to Hogwarts during the first year 

i haven’t planned out exactly how his life bf Hogwarts was like but let’s roll with it

so the reason why he switches school is pretty cool actually

like his parents had to pull him out of Mahoutokoro bc of a freaky murder case

or maybe cool is the wrong word

whatever

his parents are top notch investigators and they settle in London and send yuta to hogwarts

and yuta is a lil shit who wants to know everything but his parents refuse to tell him details

so he tries to go sherlock on the case

and surprisingly finds a lot of things

like it’s his free time project

he has a notebook with all his notes and red string and all that

yknow what im talking abt

so year 2

it starts with him going straight into the headmistresses’ office to get sorted

and he doesn’t have a clue what the fuck slytherin is

but he accepts it and his tie turns a bright shade of green

which the headmistress says is a sign

the force is strong in this one

the slytherin force

and lil 12 y/o yuta has a big smiley face as he sits down at the slytherin table and of course he’s the type to spark up a conversation immediately

he’ll probably be so curious and ask the people at the table what’s happening up front where the sorting ceremony begins

and this older slytherin thinks he’s adorable with his too-big-smile and wide, curious eyes and indulges lil yuta even though they’re supposed to be quiet

but sorting ceremonies can take a long ass time

and anyone can see that yuta is the fidgety type

but when the feast suddenly appears

yuta’s all

*too-big-smiley-face*

and absolutely fascinated by everything

what the fuck is shepards pie

year 2 is also the year he meets his best friend forever

this adorable hufflepuff named taeyong who is way too shy and intimidating looking for his own good, except, yuta sees right through that when the little hufflepuff boy helps him out in Charms class, showing yuta how to properly flick his wand and fix his pronunciation

and yuta thinks its so cute how this lil boy who is always quiet and always by himself has strolled over to this side of the classroom to help out yuta who is the only one struggling

so kind

so soft

cue *healing smile*

and taeyong and yuta become best friends and have sleepovers bc taeyong gets nightmares and misses his dad a lot so yuta indulges the technically older boy with late night cuddles to comfort him 

this part always gets me ffs

This is also the year Yuta finds out there’s an older Gryffindor that also is of japanese herritage

and Yuta never says shit like this but sometimes he misses the japanese culture and just talking in japanese bc english gets really hard sometimes like he can’t 100% express everything he wants to say so hell yea he’s gonna look for this gryffindor

the gryffindor is hansol

who is btw like the most beautiful creature yuta has ever seen

and the first time lil yuta spots this boy his cheeks flush a very distinct red and he automatically feels drawn to him

Hansol is flying on his really flashy looking broomstick one weekend, and yuta just kinda stumbles upon him

this is when Yuta is fully introduced to the art that is quidditch and he absolutely falls in love with the sport, like enough to try out for the slytherin team two weeks after Hansol’s taught him the basics

and he’s fucking good too

really fast

like the wind

but he’s too small and young to actually be on the team but the slytherin captain doesn’t want to let him go so he’s on the reserve bench this year but he still works so hard to improve and oh my god hansol is so proud even though he doesn’t say anything, he just smiles and goes to the slytherin practices to watch yuta but yuta doesn’t know that until he spots the gryffindor waiting for him outside of the locker rooms and

ahhhhhhhhhhh

Year 3 is when things start tho

Yuta finally makes the team as one of the three main chasers

even though everyone is worried that he wont be able to do it bc Yuta is gd smol 

him and taeyong are like the smol smol in their batch

but yuta is strong af and learns really quick and he’s fucking lightning fast on the field why isn’t he a seeker????

bc he has shitty eyesight thats why

he doesn’t like wearing his glasses but he kinda has to

especially when he’s studying or in class

t-yong thinks its really cute

whatever

and this is also the year he’s picking up his course work, like stuff is actually making sense

year two was filled with getting used to the english equivalent to everything and trying to catch up on first year stuff and also tryna figure out where everything is

why doesn’t hogwarts have a map???

thank god for taeyong

the lil hufflepuff will always pick him up if he’s lost

also thank god they have so many classes together

but yuta likes potions the most, mostly bc he’s weirdly good at it

except for that one time he was freaking out about his first ever seasoned game and nearly melted the table

be careful when brewing kids

Yuta clings to Hansol a lot this year

especially because they both like quidditch and it’s practically their lives

and hansol, in his ever so awkward and quiet way, teaches Yuta about quidditch history and secrets and about this one story of a couple that met on the field, both being seekers for rival teams, and fall in love as they’re both chasing the snitch, and they forget about the game completely and spend so much time giggling and messing with each other that the game takes more than 7 hours to complete, and Yuta is mesmerised by this cute ass love story

“It’s actually my parents’ love story”

“no way”

“yeah. they’re now considered the quidditch couple of the century.”

“that is disgusting. i love it,” Yuta gushes

and also, whenever Yuta is feeling stressed AF or worried about things and taeyong is busy doing whatever the fuck he does

(that boy is sometimes a fucking mystery, but yuta thinks he’s probably just stealing food from the kitchens)

((in reality, taeyong is actually being taught how to bake and cook by the house elves bc he’s having so much fun learning abt recipes and stuff))

Yuta looks for Hansol and gushes to him about his worries, and when it gets too much to contain and his tongue stumbles over the english, yuta switches to japanese without a problem bc Hansol can understand 100% of everything he’s complaining about even though he offers his advice in english instead but it’s such a relief and yuta is so thankful

eventually, towards the end of year 3, Yuta’s crush on Hansol becomes almost too much

but he doesn’t tell anyone about it

not even his bff taeyong who is the first to know about everything

bc he’s afraid of his feelings

like ‘what the fuck is this erratic heartbeat every I see hansol?’

and Yuta starts to think that his mind is playing tricks on his but he swears to god Hansol is inching closer and closer to him every time they hang out

One day

after countless of speculations and confusion from yuta’s side

Hansol casually grabs onto Yuta’s hand as they’re walking down a hallway

and hansol just continues on with their conversation like nothing different has happened

but yuta is freaaaaking ouuut 

he keeps looking up between hansol’s beautiful face and their interlocked hands

and fuck his hands are getting sweaty but hansol doesn’t pull away and what does this meaaaaannnnnn?????

In the summer between year 3 and 4

Hansol invites yuta to his place and it’s so nice

and they spend the summer back and forth at hansol’s and yuta’s house

and yuta’s mom absolutely adores hansol so much and feeds him cake and traditional japanese food bc ‘you’re too skinny, hansol-kun’ 

Yuta can’t help but smile at Hansol’s overly puffy cheeks as his mother feeds him copious amounts

it’s adorable

his heart

my heart

Year 4

yuta is greeted with his first ever kiss

closed lipped and chaste and so incredibly quick

it’s after Yuta learns how to ride his broomstick standing up

something hansol has been trying to teach him all summer

and hansol kinda just

accidentally kisses him

bc he’s so proud

and Yuta’s eyes get soooooo big

what just happened

and then hansol is so cute and flustered and his entire face is just beet red and “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to do tha-”

but Yuta interrupts hansol with another chaste kiss, standing on his tippy toes bc hansol is 500 metres taller than him

and it’s so cute how hansol turns even redder

and this is the start of their relationship and it’s adorable and yuta is so happy

so happy that sometimes, in the middle of the night, Yuta will curl into a ball in his bed bc the feels are too much and he can’t sleep bc Hansol’s the type to subtly give his robes to yuta bc yuta’s the type to be freezing and refuse to bring his own robes

but yuta is good at communicating or breaking the ice

so he doesn’t really tell anyone that they’re together

and both hansol and yuta aren’t super into skinship

and taeyong is a fucking oblivious little shit so he doesn’t figure it out

if anyone wants i can make a post going into depth on yusol’s relationship lol

but one day when t-yong and yuta are studying divinations, TY finds something odd in the bottom of yuta’s teacup, but yuta fucking sucks ass at divinations so he doesn’t know what the hell it means

it’s freaky tho how t-yong all of a sudden gets really protective and careful around yuta

“Bro.”

“What?”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Treating me like I’m about to die.”

“You’re not dying, Yuta. Geeze.”

“If I was, you should be worried abt yourself.”

“Why?”

“Bc I’m dragging you into the afterlife with me.”

“Bro.”

but it makes sense that t-yongie is so protective and walking on eggshells around yuta bc by the end of this year, Hansol has announced that he’s moving to Mahoutokoro to play professionally for Japan

and Yuta has no idea what to think

bc he understands quidditch is so incredibly important for Hansol, that it his life

Yuta also loves quidditch, he totally gets it

but his heart hurts so much

he feels betrayed

but he also feels like he shouldn’t feel betrayed

and eventually he snaps at Hansol, yelling and crying like a mess bc he loves hansol so much, and he wants to be loved just as much back and why isn’t hansol picking yuta instead of quidditch? 

they end on extremely bad terms

Yuta doesn’t even see Hansol off on the last day of school

he refuses to

because yuta doesn’t cry in public

ever

but if he were to see Hansol one last time he would cry

san(g) namja yuta des

but thank fuck t-yong is there for him to take yuta’s mind off of the fact that his first love just left him to pursue his dreams 

Yuta throws himself into quidditch practice, school work, hanging out with t-yong and taeil and he masks all the pain he feels with his too-big-smile but it’s not quite as wide as it used to

and taeyong still doesn’t know they were together, but he’s such a softy for his friends and yuta takes 100000% advantage of that

YEAR 5

is suCH A BETTTER YEAR LEMME TELL YOU

Yuta is still heartbroken but most of it is settled over the summer so fuck that and fuck hansol let’s get back to business

his snarky comments are fucking back

and his healing smile is back

thank fuck

buT GUESS WHAT PEOPLE

Yuta’s appointed fucking captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team

aye aye captain

and he’s so happy he cries into Taeyong’s shoulder during their sleepover

he works hard AF for the team 

#1 priority

and then he meets this uberly adorable boy named Sicheng

and fuck Sicheng is perfect and cuddly

even more than t-yong and TY is the resident smol bean at the school

but Sicheng takes the cake

my heart for yuwin is srs

and they gET TOgethER FFS YUTAAAAA WINWINNNNNN

THE CUTEST COUPLE

SO MUCH MORE OPEN AND SKINSHIPPY

AND YUTA LOVES IT

WINWIN ALSO LIKES QUIDDITCH

LOVES FOOD

AND YUTA TEACHES HIM SO MUCH ENGLISH AND EVEN JAPANESE

THEY’RE MARRIED I SWEAR

and yuta’s smile is somehow the biggest it has ever been

and t-yongie is so happy for the couple

he kinda likes thirdwheeling them a lot

like he genuinely likes it

and yuta’s like

“it’s okay to share, ik he’s irresistible, but he’s mine after 7pm”

fuck my heart is not okay i didn’t even realise how hard i ship this fuck

YEar 6 

not much actually happens this year

except

the murder case suddenly has a lead

it’s been fucking years wtf parents

and Yuta’s parents have to move to Chile to go after this murderer

“okay????? what do you want me to do???? I aint leaving Hogwarts”

cuz he doesn’t wanna leave Sicheng like Hansol left him

even though Yuta really wants in on the case and get info and try to solve it for himself

but he chooses friends over his own ambitions

“you’re a total hufflepuff”

“shut the fuck up, taeyong”

but this year turns out to be awesome

bc he leads his quidditch team to victory

and the entire team carries him on their shoulders

THEY JUST WON THE FUCKING HOUSECUP

this time yuta cries in front of every one

and taeyong manages to take a picture

(it’s used a blackmail for literally years bc fuck yuta is an ugly crier no wonder he never cries in front of anyone)

and Sicheng is so happy for Yuta even though he’s sulking about his own team’s loss

it’s okay bc Yuta takes Sicheng out for ice cream and everything is so good

sicheng is the cutest

eating his ice cream with his lil tongue licks

like a lil cat

my heartttrttttttttt

im not even a sicheng stan but akjfigelhgskurtg

and then year 7 turns out to be pretty fucking good too

1) Taeyong doesn’t try to snatch sicheng for himself bc now there’s a lil bebe gryffindor named jaehyun that he’s got together with

but only because Yuta told jaehyun about TY’s huge ass crush but his best friend is just such a shy lil boi he needs to tell Jaehyun

bc a friend named johnny accidentally told him during one of the illegal underground parties that jaehyun thought TY was hella hot

so basically

T-yong owes his entire love life to Yuta

*pat on the back*

*healing smile*

2) byE BYE VIRGINITY

3) he nails his potions N.E.W.T.’s

4) he doesn’t fail anything else

even divinations which is a fucking hell why did he even pick to continue this subject wtf yuta

and he doesn’t fail Charms 

bc he’s charming af

but it’s so sad how this is the last year he gets to coach his team, and he works 100% harder to get strategies and practices done and everyone of his team members fucking love and hate him so much bc it’s 2x as much practice but it’s also a lot of fun games and stuff

curtesy of taeyong’s planning

honestly where would yuta be without taeyong?

BUT THEY WIN THE THE SEASON AGAIN SO SUCK IT

And then graduation comes and Yuta breaks down for the second time in public

but it’s just because he suddenly realises, in the middle of taeyong’s rockstar dad’s song, that he’s leaving the best place on earth, thank god for that one murderer that let him move to scotland, thank you to taeyong who is the bestest friend he could’ve ever gotten even though yuta never tells t-yong he loves him, and thank god for sicheng and his beautiful softness, he is the best thing (besides t-yongie) to happen to yuta, and thank you to his teammates for trusting him, he wishes them all the best, and thank you to himself bc he’s been a fucking amazing person

but he doesn’t say any of this to anyone bc san(g) namja ffs!!!!

but he cries so much

so so so much

tbh same yuta

all he needs to figure out now is what he’s gonna do after graduation

but then again, that offer to play professional quidditch for England doesn’t sound too bad tbh

but who knows wtf the future holds

this is a little too close to home omfg TT

a/n: okay i’m done. i need to lie down. feel free to ask me for more headcanons :) I like making these lol (even though im supposedly swamped with shit to do)

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