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HEYY I saw ur perv!Jisung hcs and I was wondering if you could do the same with Renjun??đ
Perv!roomate!Renjun whoâŠ
Perv!roomate!Renjun x fem!reader
mdni!! 18+
warnings- eavesdropping, peeking under skirt, lots of masturbation, recording, slight edging.
W/c- 1.5k
a/n- tysm for your request! This reminded me of a sub renjun smut I wrote a while back so itâs heavily influenced loll. Hope you enjoy.
Perv!roomate!Renjun who had always found you cute when you moved in with him, but his thoughts had started to shift as you became more comfortable around the house.
"Y/n do you think you could put some clothes on? Why do you never have pants on?" He asked, acting annoyed, but he was far from it. He used the complaints as an excuse to let his eyes wander, his gaze lingering longer than it should.
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Perv!roomate!Renjun who froze in his tracks when he saw you in the kitchen wearing that tiny skirt that hugged your figure perfectly. It took everything in him not to let his thoughts spiral, but the way it sat just above your thighs made it impossible to ignore. He wanted to bend you over the counter so badly, to tug it up above your hips and lose himself in you.
"Renjun! I didn't see you there." You said, snapping him out of his thoughts. He blinked, his eyes lighting up as he focused on you.
"Oh... sorry if I startled you." He replied with a soft laugh, moving to grab a cup from the cabinet.
"Whatcha you cooking?" He asked casually, his gaze moving to the stove where you stood, focused on what you were doing.
"Just something for me and my friends. I'm heading to their place soon." You replied, not noticing the way his eyes lingered on you.
The room fell quiet for a moment before an idea popped into his head.
"Oh... what are you guys doing? Is it an event or party or something... oops." He asked innocently, deliberately letting the cup slip from his hand.
As he crouched down to pick it up, his eyes flickered up, catching a glimpse under your skirt. You kept talking, unaware of the way his face flushed as his gaze traced every curve. Your panties were so cute. He bit the inside of his cheek, imagining how you would look stretched out across the counter, your body trembling as he tasted you. You looked so pretty from down here, imagine how you would look if he was making you feel good.
"Nice..." He murmured under his breath, grabbing the cup and standing up, forcing himself to act normal. "Well, I hope you have fun." He added with a smile, placing the cup back in the cupboard before going back to his room.
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Perv!roommate!Renjun who discovered your little dirty weekly routineâ it was seriously an accident, but once he knew he couldn't stop himself from listening in on it. It wasn't his intention to stalk you, he was just intrigued by how controlled you seemed. It only made him want you more.
Now he sat on his bed, leg bouncing nervously as he pressed his ear against the wall, straining to hear any sound from your room. It was the night, the anticipation was killing him. What was taking you so long? Maybe you knew he was listening, maybe you were teasing him...his thoughts spiraled until a soft sound broke the silence.
His eyes lit up, heart racing as he focused. The faint noise sent shivers down his spine. He knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn't be eavesdropping like this, but you sounded so pretty, he couldn't help himself.Â
Renjun's hand slid down, palming himself through his pants as his breath quickened. He bit his lip trying to stay quiet, not wanting to make a sound that could distract from you. Each little noise you made pushed him closer to the edge, but every time he felt himself getting too close, he forced himself to stop, panting softly.
He didn't want to ruin it. He just wanted to hear you.
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Perv!roomate!Renjun who had a hidden folder named after you, videos of himself touching himself. His soft gasps and groans recorded for no one but you, when you were finally his.
His phone was in his hand tightly, camera rolling as he leaned back against the wall, chest rising and falling with every shaky breath. His hand moved steadily over himself, his fingers gripping tightly as he thought of you.
"Fuck Y/n" He whimpered, his voice breaking as he threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut. "Look what you do to me... look at me."
He glanced at the camera for a moment as he let his lips part with a sigh. His phone shook slightly as he tried to steady himself, desperate to make this video perfect.
"You're the only one who can make me feel like this." He whispered lowly.
His hand moved faster as his mind filled with thoughts of youâyour touch, your voice, the way you'd look at him if you saw this.
As he reached his high his breath hitched, his body tensing as ropes of his cum landing on his shirt. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, hips bucking slightly as he rode out his high.
âDid I do good?â He said in a stuttered voice, taking a deep breath as he stared at the screen, his cheeks flushed with small smile tugging at his lips.
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Perv!roomate!Renjun who hadn't expected to come home late and hear that. He froze in the hallway, his heart racing as he realized what he was hearingâsoft muffled sounds of you pleasing yourself. It wasn't even the usual night you did this.
Wait... does this mean you're skipping the usual day? The thought made him panic. He needed that day, it was part of his routine now.
He hesitated, thinking about rushing to his room to listen through the wall, but that would be too obvious. He needed another plan. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and the idea clicked.
He quickly opened the voice recording app, setting his phone near your door before going to his room. When he was sure you were done, he retrieved it and played it back.
Great, now he could use it this once and delete when it was over, but he found himself listening to it constantly. Earbuds in every night before bed, touching himself to your pretty moans... he couldn't just delete it.
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Perv!roomate!Renjun who craves your attention. He wanted you to notice him, to understand that he was there for you, ready and willing for whatever you needed.
So he left his door open on purpose, sitting on the edge of his bed, slowly letting his hand drift down. He didn't bother trying to be quiet.
"Y/nâŠ" He moaned softly, his voice seeping into the hallway. His hand moved steady, each stroke he let out a whimper louder than usual, hoping you would hear him. The thought of you listening in, stopping in your tracks, realizing what he was doing only made him needier.
His head tilted back, lips parting as he whispered your name again desperately. He imagined you standing outside his door, biting your lip, maybe curious enough to peek inside. The idea sent a shiver down his spine, and his movements became faster.
He knew he was being shameless, but he didn't care. The idea of you knowing, you hearing how much he wanted you turned him on even more.
Renjun let out another moan, louder this time, his body trembling. He didn't stop until he was over the edge, lying back on his bed with a flushed face.
As he caught his breath he smirked to himself. Maybe you'd finally realize that he was someone who had been waiting for you to make a move.
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àȘ Nothingâs Gonna Hurt You Baby. . .á
ËđŠč â Chapter 10 : Iâll wipe that smirk off your face; or better yet, Iâll wipe your entire face off. àŁȘđ€
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After going through a(n un)productive group studies with your friends, finals went by in a flash, or thatâs what youâd like to tell yourself. In actuality, itâs one of the hellish weeks you had to go through; barely sleeping a wink that you almost resorted to just praying to the gods that you pass this semester. Just almost though.
Luckily enough, you passed with a 93% average. Give yourself a pat in the shoulder because you deserve it! As you pat yourself, you notice a crowd forming on the other side of the room. Specifically where Scaramouche is at.
You didnât bother joining them but curiosity got the best of you. âHey, whatâs going on over there?â You asked the student next to you. They look at where youâre gesturing before returning to you, âOh itâs Scaramouche, apparently heâs got the highest in the classâ98% average.â
You almost visibly cringed at that information. You wonât overlook the fact heâs just naturally smart, but maybe itâs the knowledge that heâs smarter than you that irks you. Heâs probably smirking and boasting in his seat right now like the egotistical bastard he is. The thought was enough to make you roll your eyes and scoff.
The crowd dies down as the professor in front calls out for everyoneâs attention. âJust informing everyone that this is the last school day. If youâre planning on hosting a christmas party, you are free to do so for only this week.â
Well great, there goes your holiday break.
âBut itâs not mandatory to host nor attend,â the professor adds.
Nevermind, maybe you still get to enjoy this monthâs break after all. After all, who wouldnât love not seeing a certain classmate for a few weeks>
A few more clarifications were made and the class was dismissed for the day. As you made your way outside of the room, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Speaking of the devil, itâs exactly who youâre thinking ofâScaramouche.
âHey.â An awkward greeting, he knows that. Heâs well aware that you havenât responded to the message he sent you a few days ago, and he knows it wonât be replied to anytime soon as he sees that scowl on your face.
âWhat?â You asked, making it clear you werenât interested in idle chatter right now.
âWhatâd you get for the semester?â He asks, deliberately ignoring the tone of your voice.
You didnât answer, just stared at him, hoping the awkwardness will just make him go away. It didnât though, he just smirked at you. Though from his perspective, that was his ânormal smileâ.
âI got a 98%â
âWho?â
âI didââ
âAsked?â
Scaramouche paused at your joke, contemplating whether to laugh or be annoyed, until he realized you were annoyed from the start. He grinned, âCongrats on whatever you got, yn.â He walked away, giving you a short wave.
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i like that the manga actually shows kageyama getting mildly to moderately pissed off with oikawa's crap
#imagine being kageyama and seeing a really cool and talented guy#and trying to ask them to teach you how to do stuff#and they respond by trying to slap you#or deliberately ignoring and annoying you#kageyama tobio#oikawa tooru#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#hq#hq!!
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A frustrating development with the growing lack of reading comprehension I've personally noticed is an emerging fervor of insisting things aren't canon unless they are explicitly stated beyond all reasonable doubt.
I can not emphasize enough how harmful a mindset this is to have. Yes, it's wonderful to have characters outright say "I'm trans," but to deny a character's identity for not saying that is dangerous.
Plenty of real people prefer not to use specific labels. Historically, people didn't have our modern terms or modes of expression. Many modern cultures don't use these terms, either, and plenty of people within those that do can't safely openly identify.
If the only representation you accept as canon is within modern (and let's be honest, wealthy white able-bodied American) standards, then you are denying yourself and others a huge amount of representation and seriously limiting the media around you.
#remembering how people were like hmm its not actually canon that Steve is trans and adam is nonbinary...#steve doesnt fucking know what 'trans' is hes an unhoused time traveling cowboy like!!!#after an arc. about werewolves. and how people become werewolves because theyre unhappy with their lives.#especially specifically regarding their body/gender#and how adam explicitly says 'your family never saw you as a man'#AND THEN FOLLOWS IT UP. with referring to Steve as 'the man who chose'#like for fucks sake#you are being deliberately and willfully ignorant if you say its not canon.#your ideas of transness are extremely extremely limited if it doesnt include people who dont use the word.#god. ugh. ive been annoyed by this since that episode came out#dont even get me started on how people barely noticed adam is nonbinary.mm#they said they dont wanna be called a boyfriend. come on!!! come on!!!!#how can i make it clearer without them saying shit they woildnt say and have no context for!!!!#scream.#anyways.#delete later lol im just frustrated again.#im not even sure i worded this how i wanted to
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Some of you are trying to find misogyny where it doesn't exist because you want to be victims so bad
#i said it#i stand by it#im sick of it#rewording the tags because i really did that wrong the first time#now unsentimentaltranslator made a point so allow me to redeem mine#misogyny is absolutely the bigger issue but there's no contest#but ive seen people go out of their way to find something to be offended by. in general too ofc but#im specifically referencing people who milk their identity as a woman for all its worth#while being deliberately ignorant of the privileges they do have#i hate that. i do. it's annoying#some of yall want to be offended so that you can be the victims so that you don't have to take responsibility or accountability#for any privilege or any sort of power you do have#easiest example is the way some of us white woman ignore our privilege when compared to a dark skinned woman#or how us well-off women are in an infinitely better position than the women out there fighting for their lives in congo or gaza#knowing your privilege even in a marginalized position is crucial to being a true feminist#feminism#misogyny#coming back the next day to add a few things#this can actually also be a form of misogyny in and of itself. in MANY different ways#and i can double down on that but ill save it for another post
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Somewhere in me there is a rant about how people bemoaning the use of social cues as ârefusing to communicateâ are just. Petulant. You complain about people relying on social cues not âusing their wordsâ but have you ever in fact informed them explicitly that you cannot pick up on social cues? Or asked them to clarify a cue?
People who use social cues had to learn how to use them and fun fact! Loads of them are neurodivergent just like you! They are communicating but in a nonverbal language and it is not them being an asshole. They do not and cannot know you donât understand them if you donât fucking tell them that.
Communication is a two-way street.
#screeeeeech#sorry luci ilu but i will die on this damn hill#i just. am soooo annoyed whenever i see this shit#iâm sorry you donât understand social cues but that isnât the FAULT of the person who giving the cues#but ignoring someone who is trying to communicate with you in their language just bc you donât want to tell them you donât get it#doesnât actually do anything for either party and just makes them think you are being deliberately obtuse#just ASK people what they mean!!#why donât YOU use your people words??#generally speaking people arenât trying to make things difficult for you but if you refuse to meet them halfway#obviously theyâre going to stop trying??? or get mad??#they genuinely believe they are speaking to you in a language you should understand and if you donât tell them otherwise#they will legit just believe youâre being a dick for no reason#god i bet im gonna get whaled on for this
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oougughh boiling over with rage about peopleâs attitudes towards accessibility again
#should Not have looked in the tags on that poll#elli rambles#I donât believe in hell but I hope the people who deliberately remove IDs from the rb chain bc they find them annoying go there.#or at least get punched in the face#I might not need IDs myself the majority of the time (usually only use my screenreader when my migraines get bad) but itâs just so fucking.#ppl donât fucking care about disabled ppl do they.#itâs one thing to be ignorant and another to wilfully contribute to inaccessibility because you think disabled people being able to enjoy#or even just fucking ACCESS things is âannoyingâ#just. oooooh I am soooo mad#vent
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Im sorry that i keep coming back every half hour but i have more thoughts. One thing ive noticed on twitter mostly is that, when theyre unhappy with a story, people form 2 groups: those who start blaming the characters as if theyre real people, and those who jump straight to "happyele should fire akira". You can have nuance and find a middle ground of normal discussion without getting overly emotional in either direction. Sometimes a character's actions are telling of the writer's personal biases. Sometimes they're highlighting another trait of the character. There's a reason we have both Doylist and Watsonian frameworks of analysis. But i cant expect a huge fandom to sit down and have these conversations collectively.
#i need a proper tl of the hello new year story soon...#and speaking of tsumugi. i got someone being upset(?) that i like an 'ableist character' recently in my tags#i am fairly certain theyre refering to the Nocturne story where tsumugi didnt acknowledge that madonee is an alter#this is why i said sometimes what a character says is indicative of another trait than what you see at face value#to me that interaction was clearly about tsumugi deliberately ignoring that his actions in the war had such permanent repercussions#if you dont acknowledge you traumatized someone then you can continue to think your actions were necessary#im not justifying his actions. if anything ive also gotten vagueposted about that i interpret tsumugi too negatively once#but idk i feel like. if u wanna hate him then hate him properly#you cant interpret a character's actions in a vacuum#theres plenty of characters i find annoying and dont like but i can see their place in the narrative at the end of the day#except for...well. im working on liking him more...ik these jokes are overdone but theres a reason he had mid in his name
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adding to this(if I may-) you can be annoyed by autistic people. because they are people. and people are bloody annoying sometimes. it's ok. also you can be annoyed without being a douchebag. anyways point is this post is completely right.
"saying (x thing i find annoying) is a symptom of autism is actually ablest because you're implying autistic people are annoying and also i'm autistic and don't do anything annoying thing so" i think it'd be easier to understand that despite how memified autism is on this site, not every autistic trait is cool and sexy, sometimes people's autism manifests in a way that's not easily digestible, or genuinely off putting and obnoxious. and they still don't deserve to be bullied, but also you are not immune to being annoyed by autistic people (even if you're also autistic, i'm also not immune to this)
#this goes for other mental disorders too. not just autism#but autism is the focus of the post#so I'mma respect that#but yeah it goes for any form of neurodivergence#including ptsd btw- you're allowed to be annoyed by symptoms of ptsd#it doesn't give you a pass to be an ass or deliberately ignore them when they ask you to not do certain triggers#but it's not the end of the world and you're not a terrible person if it irritates you or isn't easy.#at the end of the day we're all people#and people are easily annoyed and annoying and frustrating#it's ok
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do not undersfand the obsession with giving human homestuck oc type characters typing quirks. none of the human characters in homestuck have typing quirks
#they just talk like normal people. can i call this pathologizing regular speech#idk the trolls all put something individual in their text on purpose bc thats troll culture. this isnt a matter of the term describing anyt#ing its a matter of the humans dont have typing quirks#idk i saw the words âdaves typing quirkâ at some point and i was like. what typing quirk#i dont have a typing quirk bc i dont do any of this on purpose i just talk like this. this is just how i type. i never actively decided sen#ences needed this many periods i just did it bc its the way i talk#you could argue that like. dave acting all cool is a deliberate choice but its missing the point that turning off auto caps and turning on#caps lock forever arent similar#idk. idk. stop giving your blankstuck characters typing quirks if theyre not trolls#unless they grew up around trolls or are annoying youre doing it for no reason#simons spouting#this is such a fake problem. everyone ignore me
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The only good thing that stupid best Dazai ships poll on Twitter did was provide me a convenient list of people to block
#to be clear I donât care if you ship something other than skk#but deliberately ignoring canon to make your ship seem better is so đ„Ž#sig/zai shippers are so annoying#not bc of what they ship but why are they always picking fights with skk shippers đđ#I canât wait till we make some headway in a new arc and Dazai goes back to mainly interacting with Atsushi and Kunikida#itâs a shame bc sigma is an interesting enough character#with his past I mean#but theyâre all so loud and wrong#anyway#I probably wonât mention this again#I blocked them so hopefully I donât see any more bad takes
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â rivals... in love?
- gojo satoru x reader
gojo is in shamblesâso suguru might have a crush on you too?
genre: high school!gojo being a menace but pls spare him he just can't take losing, you see... crack, totally jealous!gojo, justice for geto, enemies to lovers, fluff
note: people have been asking for this so this is up next! i'm writing this while listening to bigbang's bang bang bang and fantastic baby so if gojo is a bit unhinged... you know why
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No way. There is just no way.
Satoru felt his eyes itch and twitch uncomfortably. Despite the opaque black tint of his sunglasses, he could still distinctly see you happily giggling.
âGeto-san, thatâs so funny!â
With Suguru. His ride or die. Your massive crush.
Your crisp laughter rang in his ears, scorching his ego and igniting it in flamesâthat was precisely the reaction he had hoped to receive from you too!
"Aren't they just cute?" Yaga was suddenly beside him with a wistful smile, looking at you and his other student a few feet away. "What do the television say again... a perfect match? In this case, a perfect match made in jujutsu school, then."
And responding to your bubbly self, creating the very picture of perfect match made in jujutsu school indeed, Suguru was every bit as enthusiastic. âNah, wait until you see thisââ
"Perfect match my ass," Satoru grumbled outwardly, rolling his eyes, but he immediately dashed away before his teacher could bonk him in the head for cussing.
It was harmless conversation, or jokes, or whatever. Because Suguru couldn't possibly reciprocate your feelings. His type is women of gravure magazinesâSatoru had deemed it as such.
âŠRight?
At this point, he wasn't in enough denial to say that he didn't like you, because he had made it so clear that he was, in fact, obsessed. He wasnât shying away from the things he did, which included annoying you constantly, asking you out after school, helping you in missions, and sending you few pick up lines here and there.
And he thought he was certain he could whisk you off your feet. After all, who else could measure up to him and win?
Heh, no one.
(or basically that's just him ignoring the intrusive little voice in his mind that whispered, âSuguru!â)
âSo what's with the nice act, huh?â Satoru blew his bangs in a huff as he questioned his best friend with a twinge of dissatisfaction. âDo you like her or something?â
Suguru quirked his eyebrow at him. âWhat?â
âDonât play dumb. I have noticed how you two have been joined at the hip lately,â and with deliberate intention to spite his best friend, he made the sourest face as he mockingly recited, âWait till you see this~â
Instantly realizing what he meant, Suguru burst into a loud snicker. âCome on, Satoru, really? Surely you aren't that petty. We were just chattingââ
âNot that. I know. What I'm asking now is that do you like her or not?â
It wasn't a rare sight to see Satoru with a pout and a frown, and usually he'd humor him. But this time, even Suguru could see that there was something different in the way he asked this. And should he say something that irked him thenâ
âHeh, so what if I am?â
That's the wrong answer.
Satoru halted abruptly, whipping his head around in sheer shock. "What the heck?"
âSheâs a nice junior, kind, easy on the eyes,â Suguru shrugged, flashing him a dauntless smile. âOnly a fool would let the chance pass up. Satoru, if you keep dawdling, one of these days, I just mightââ
âWhaâhey!? Thatâs totally foulâ!â
âNah, they do say all is fair in love and war now, isnât it?â
By a mind-boggling twist of events, apparently his best friend was also a guy after his dream girl. Satoru was irked, challenged, and he would never admit it, but a tiny part of him recoiled because Suguru clearly had an early start and a boostâyou favored him first.
This was unexpected, and now he was conjuring up various scenarios of what he should do. He must act fast or else...
Little did he know that Suguru was thoroughly relishing his restlessness.
Everyone around you said that your relationship with Gojo Satoru... is intriguing to say the least. And especially ever since that one botched mission you two went, you also felt there was a shift in your dynamics.
And if by intriguing they mean him constantly blocking your way and invading your space, then yes, it definitely is.
"Okay, okay, but wait, just hear me out!"
You halted your steps and faced him with an annoyed frown. You really had no time for this. You were about to be sent on a mission. "Gojo, really, can't you justâ"
"Okay, I know he's dashing, or whatever," he huffed, the last word he said with a hint of disdain. "But hear me out, and I'm sure you'll reconsider."
"Who are you talkiâ"
"Who else!? Suguru, of course!"
You couldn't possibly arch your eyebrow even higher, and before you could say anything, he somehow took it as his cue to keep going.
âFirst, he eats curses. Cursed spirits! He eats them like rice balls! Can you imagine just how foul the taste is?â
"Gojo, I don't have the timeâ"
"Then! Going from that, just imagine kissing him," he stressed, eyeing you intensely as your own eyes felt like popping out by the sheer suggestion. "What if you taste the cursed spirits rice ball?"
"You're unbelievâ"
"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friendsâ"
"He's your best friend!" you finally interjected, obviously and utterly in shock by his unhinged rambling. "How could you say all of that?"
"No, you're getting me wrong." Satoru's clicked his tongue. "I'm just listing facts why it's better for you not to end up with him."
You barked a dry laugh. "And? Better with you, you mean? That's awfully biased."
"Why yes of course! Self-promo is never bad," he blatantly retorted. "Let me just tell you aallll you need to know about me!"
He audibly cracked his knuckles and puffed out his chest. "You know already, I'm strong. I can protect you well. My cursed technique doesn't involve eating curses, so you don't have to worry about tasting the said curses on my lips."
How could he blurt all of this with that perpetually playful expression? A chuckle escaped you unwittingly and that only spurred him to go on.
"And I'm handsome!" he boldly claimed, pointing at his face with pride. "And obviously I don't need to say this, but I'm filthy richâ"
At that, you burst into hearty laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.
Satoru's eyes sparkled, lit as if someone had just made his day. "All in all, you know what I mean. Everything with me, all of it is going to be fantastic!"
Even you couldn't deny that all of this exchange had been so amusing. Hilariously so. "You're down bad, huh?" you tried to taunt, although it seemed like a burst of snicker. Yet, you were caught off-guard when he said:
"For you?" his little smirk made your insides suddenly all jumbled up. "Yes."
Huh? What is this? Your bravado faltered a bit as your heart did a somersault inside.
It wasn't supposed to thump this hard. You weren't supposed to feel this overwhelming urge to squeal too. And your face wasn't supposed to grow this hot...
Seeing that, Satoru celebrated his little win, a wicked smile on his glistening lipsâthat somehow looked rather attractive to you now. "How? Thinking twice now, are we?"
But he couldn't believe that after all this, you would still cunningly retort with, "Ha! You wish, Gojo Satoru."
His stunned face was so comical that you chuckled once again. You wanted to rebuff him more, but before you could, Haibara's voice called you from a distance. "Heeey! Let's go! Or we're gonna be late!"
"I suppose that's my cue," you lightly shrugged, and before you left him in a dust, you could've sworn you saw a flicker of brewing tantrum behind those glasses, which brought a smirk on your face. "See ya, try harder, and I might look at your way."
Satoru was at his wit's end as he saw you sauntering away. What more that he could do so that you could be his? To keep your eyes on him and him only?
And yet, little did he know, in that beginning of summer in 2006, even before you realized it yourself, you had already did.
Epilogue
In another corner of the school, eagerly spying on you were...
"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friendsâ"
"Did he just..." Suguru gaped, utterly in disbelief at what his own best friend said of him. "Did he just say that?"
Shoko let out a satisfied guffaw. "Oh, he definitely did."
"I can't believe he's tarnishing my name over a girl."
"Well, you know very well he could do way worse than that just to get what he wants," she threw him a thin smile, while exhaling a puff of smoke. "And hey, you lose. You gotta pay me."
Suguru turned to her in surprise. "Huh? Ohâoh, darn it. Shoko, can't you be less stingy?"
"Well, whose bright idea was it to pull that stunt on him and bet on whether Gojo would approach her in less than a day?"
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I shouldnât have to explain this but apparently i have to cause tumblr likes being tumblr
Naotos desire to be a man doesnât stem from internalized transphobia it stems from her desire to be taken seriously in a male dominated workspace and none of this is my interpretation this is information the game literally gives us ourselves
And saying that she is âstruggling with internalized transphobiaâ because a trans person can âsee itâ doesnât mean it automatically becomes canon
Now does this mean trans people canât relate to any of naotos struggles no of course not in fact itâs understandable for trans people to relate to her struggles however disregarding the entire reasons why she wanted to become a man and the point her arc was trying to make in place of the headcanon you project onto her character is frustrating
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seeing trans naoto discourse on twitter has made me realise how many cis persona fans are just oblivious because theyâll say heâs a woman under the guise of âhe says it in the gameâ and say that people calling him trans havenât played the game but literally every trans person can see that he is struggling with a LOT of internalised transphobia. and sure maybe that wasnât the writerâs intentions with him but thats how a lot of us see him because weâve been through it ourselves. we see ourselves in this character and maybe itâs just ignorance on a lot of cis peopleâs part (which i canât exactly blame them for) but some people get so horribly transphobic about it and its unnecessary
#persona 4#persona 4 golden#I can understand trans people relating to naotos struggles#however that doesnât mean you should deliberately ignore the point of her story arc#and treat your own headcanons as fact in place of canon#any buzzwords I get will be nuked#Youtube#and for the record the reason I come off annoyed during this#is because this headcanon is a very large misconception#that has resulted in a lot of artificial drama by certain obnoxious groups#(cough cough twitter game journalists cough)#that I am just annoyed of seeing#nothing more nothing less
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Everyone Knows Theyâre Dating⊠Except Tim and Danny
To literally everyone, Tim and Danny are a couple. Theyâre so obvious about it, itâs almost annoying. Tim goes out of his way to prioritize Danny over anyone elseâheâll cancel plans, rearrange his schedule, and bend over backward to make sure Dannyâs happy. Need coffee at 3 a.m.? Timâs already out the door. A custom gadget? Itâs in Dannyâs hands before he even asks.
And Danny? Danny dotes on Tim in a way thatïżœïżœïżœs almost overprotective. He ensures Tim eats, sleeps, and doesnât completely drown himself in work. Heâs always there, watching out for him, ready to step in if Tim ever needs help. And god help anyone who says a single bad word about Tim because Danny will defend him with a ferocity that borders on terrifying.
They live together. They cuddle to sleep. They share a bed. They have dinners together like itâs some weekly tradition. They wear each otherâs clothes so often no one can tell whose hoodie is whose anymore. Sometimes they even plan matching outfits when they go out. Their âhangoutsâ are way too romantic and way too specific to not count as dates.
Itâs obvious to everyone that Tim and Danny are dating. Everyone⊠except Tim and Danny.
The breaking point happens when Danny starts spending time with a new friend. Tim doesnât even notice at first, but slowly, irritation starts bubbling under the surface. Why does Danny even need new friends? Doesnât he already have Tim? And then the irritation morphs into a tight knot in his chest every time Danny talks about hanging out with this friend.
At first, Tim tells himself heâs just being logicalâDanny is busy enough as it is, why stretch himself thinner? But when Danny cancels one of their movie nights to go out with this new friend, Tim spirals. Heâs glued to his laptop but hasnât typed anything in over an hour, too consumed with thoughts like: Is Danny replacing me? Am I not enough for him? Does he want someone else to be his best friend now?
Heâs never been good at handling emotions, so naturally, he decides the best course of action is to bottle it all up and ignore it. That is until Steph shows up and immediately clocks that somethingâs wrong.
âWhatâs with the grumpy face?â she asks, slumping onto his couch.
âIâm not grumpy,â Tim lies, glaring at his laptop like itâs offended him personally.
Steph raises an eyebrow. âRight. So why are you moping like someone kicked your dog?â
âIâm not moping,â he mutters, crossing his arms.
Steph stares at him for a long moment, her eyes narrowing as she pieces it together. She knows Dannyâs out with some new friend, and now sheâs looking at Tim, whoâs pacing the apartment like a caged animal, glaring at his phone every few seconds. Her expression shiftsârealization dawning, then sharp focus. âOh my god, Tim. Youâre jealous.â
Tim freezes. âWhat? No, Iâm not. Thatâs ridiculous.â
Steph crosses her arms, her gaze locked on Tim as if heâs the most complicated puzzle sheâs ever tried to solve. âOkay, letâs break this down,â she starts, her tone deliberate. âYouâre upset that Dannyâs out with someone else. Youâre overthinking it, spiraling about whether or not youâre enough, and now youâre convinced youâve somehow ruined everything⊠Does that sound like just âfriendâ feelings to you?â
Tim freezes mid-pace, the words hitting him like a bucket of cold water. âIâwhat?â
Steph raises an eyebrow. âTim. Youâre jealous.â
âIâm notââ Tim begins, but then stops, the denial catching in his throat. His brain scrambles to process her words, but the sinking feeling in his chest refuses to let him dismiss it. The pieces fall into place, one by one, each memory sharper than the last: the way his heart always lifts when Danny smiles, the quiet warmth of falling asleep next to him, the ache in his chest at the thought of Danny choosing someone else.
âOh no,â he whispers, his voice cracking. âOh my god. Iâm jealous becauseâbecause Iâmââ
Steph sighs, rubbing her temples. âYouâre jealous because youâre in love with Danny.â
Timâs knees almost give out as the realization settles in. âIâm the worst friend in the world,â he blurts, his voice breaking. Tears spring to his eyes as he starts pacing again, his hands flying up in a panicked gesture. âI have no right to feel this way! Heâs my best friendâhe deserves someone better, someone who wonât ruin his life with⊠with whatever this is!â
Steph groans, dragging a hand down her face. âTim, for the love ofâyou're already dating.â
He stops dead in his tracks, blinking at her like sheâs just spoken another language. âWhat?â
âSeriously? Youâre basically married,â Steph says, throwing her hands up. âHe practically lives here, you do everything together, and youâre constantly rearranging your life for him. What part of that screams just friends to you?â
Timâs mouth opens, then closes, his mind spinning as he replays every moment with Danny through a new lens. The quiet mornings when they share coffee in companionable silence. The way Danny always notices when heâs stressed and pulls him into a hug without a word. How being with Danny feels like breathingânatural, essential, like coming home.
And it all clicks.
Oh. Oh no. Heâs in love with Danny.
The realization is overwhelming, a mix of panic and joy and sheer terror. But beneath all that, thereâs something elseâa quiet certainty. He doesnât just love Danny; heâs in love with him, and he doesnât want to waste another second pretending otherwise.
Tim decides, then and there, that he has to confess. Because if thereâs even the slightest chance that Danny feels the same, heâs not going to let it slip through his fingers. And if he doesnât⊠well, thereâs always Antarctica.
When Tim finally confesses, he pours his heart out in a way thatâs so painfully earnest it makes Danny laugh.
âTim,â Danny says, tears of laughter in his eyes, âI thought we were already dating.â
Tim blinks. âWhat?â
Danny grins. âYeah, I kind of assumed we were. I mean, we live together. We share a bed. We cuddle. Weâve been wearing matching outfits for months, dude.â
âOh.â Tim feels his face heat up.
Danny laughs again, pulling Tim into a hug. âYouâre adorable, you know that?â
Tim buries his face in Dannyâs shoulder, equal parts mortified and relieved. But hey, at least now theyâre officially datingâor, well, aware of it.
Steph hears the whole story later and immediately texts them both: âCongrats on being the last ones to figure it out. True geniuses at work.â
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Absolutely ignore/get rid of this is you don't wanna do it buttt
Can I request a Wednesday x Fem!reader where Wednesday has a general disregard for everyone and their feelings EXCEPT for her little situationship (reader) and it's just little instances where she's softer with her?
YOU | w.a
pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader
A/N : I tried to satisfy your request as much as possible but Wednesday and reader don't have a situationship, they will develop... something ;)
"The most precious things in life are usually the most helpless." Penn Badgley
Wednesday Addams walked along the corridors of Nevermore Academy with a brisk yet graceful step, the sound of her shoes against the cold marble determining her hurry to get to the library. The other students stepped aside as she passed, probably intimidated by her dark and menacing gaze that seemed carved into her features.
"Addams, one word"
Wednesday reluctantly stops, turning slightly and raising an eyebrow. Yoko Tanaka strides toward her, sunglasses perched on her head revealing a pleading look. Wednesday had no intention of wasting her time with her roommateâs best friend, but seeing the vampire in such a state of despair piqued her curiosity.
"What do you want Yoko?" Wednesday asked, her tone of voice deliberately rude. But the brunette didn't care at all.
"I need your help," Yoko began, trying to keep calm, but her voice betrayed a certain frustration. "Could you help me with Thornill's homework? I can't find the damn Moon Flower anywhere."
Wednesday could hardly believe her ears: how dare she interrupt her plans for something so stupid? With her classic impassive gaze, the brunette stared at Yoko in a prolonged silence that made her feel more and more uncomfortable.
"I don't care," Wednesday finally replied with venom and disinterest, surprising the vampire. "If you can't do such a stupid task, maybe you deserve to fail," the brunette added in a cutting tone.
"but it doesn't cost you anything!" Yoko exclaimed in despair.
Wednesday's behavior annoyed her deeply, but Yoko had hoped that following Enid's advice to be kind and tolerant would at least provide some relief. Apparently she was wrong.
"I said no, Yoko," Wednesday replied, her tone even more icy. Her gaze was steady and impenetrable, and her patience, already thin, was completely exhausted.
Yoko sighed deeply, realizing that pushing further would get her nowhere. She put her sunglasses back on in a quick, controlled motion, hiding her annoyance behind a forced smile. Her grin revealed her pointed canines, a gesture that might have seemed threatening in other circumstances, but here it only served to hide her irritation.
"ok, Addams"
with one last look, Yoko walked away, keeping that forced smile until she turned the corner. Wednesday didn't follow her with her gaze, already tired of that brief and, in her eyes, pointless interaction.
As she set off again, determined to finally reach the library, she was interrupted again. This time it was her two friends Ajax and Xavier who stopped her. The two approached quickly with an air of urgency that seemed to want to drag her into some other stupid discussion.
"Wednesday, can we talk to you for a moment?" Xavier asked hesitantly.
the brunette stopped again, clearly irritated now. her gaze narrowed to a slit of annoyance as she waited for them to speak.
"I have a problem with my new work... and I think you can help me," Xavier said, trying to be persuasive.
Wednesday looked at both of them coldly, her patience crumbling with every passing second. All of Nevermore ignored her and labeled her as the school freak, psychopathic and creepy... and now, by some strange twist of fate, everyone needed her today? She simply wanted to go to the library to further her research on poisons and their uses , see you , continue writing her story, or go to the cemetery later.
âI don't care,â she replied coldly, hoping Xavier would understand that she felt some urgency in leaving.
"Addams," Ajax intervenes, "I wanted to ask you for advice... you know that I'm interested in Enid and since you're her roommate..." the gorgon continues, purposely leaving the sentence hanging.
Wednesday stared at them in silence for a few moments, her impassive gaze betraying her impatience. "I don't care in the slightest about your problems and if you don't get out of my way immediately, I won't hesitate to make you regret this conversation" the brunette threatens in a low and cold tone.
Ajax and Xavier look at each other in confusion and fear, pondering Addams's words. They both knew Wedsnesday's reputation and the very real danger of being killed by the shorter girl terrified them.
they decided to step aside.
Wednesday continued on her way, completely ignoring them, while the two boys exchanged glances of resignation. The massive wooden doors finally loomed in the distance and the swarm of students' voices faded as she entered the less frequented part of Nevermore.
"WED!" an all-too-familiar voice shouts enthusiastically.
For the third time that day, Wednesday had to stop. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to suppress the killer instinct that threatened to surface and put an end to her blonde roommate's irritating exuberance. She was seriously starting to believe that it was a curse cast by her mother, some sort of psychological torture designed to test her patience. Unfortunately, it was far from her favorite torture, and she focused on something she knew would calm her down:Â you.
"Wednesday," Enid exclaimed, catching up with her with a beaming smile, "I was just looking for you... The Poe Cup is coming up again and we have to defend the title! You'll be there, right? We can't do it without you!"
Wednesday stared at the blonde, impassive. Entering the Poe Cup again was the last thing she wanted to do, but she knew Enid wouldn't give up so easily.
"I'll think about it," she replied, keeping her tone detached. She didn't want to seem too involved, but she didn't want to completely dampen Enid's enthusiasm either.
"Awesome!" Enid clapped her hands, thrilled by the response. Then she walked away, skipping happily down the hallway.
Wednesday watched her go, mentally wondering how Enid managed to maintain all that vitality. With a barely audible sigh, she finally resumed her walk towards the library. The brunette lifts the corners of her lips as she enters her haven of peace, looking at the shelves covered in books and dust.
the sound of footsteps echoes throughout the library, her figure getting lost among the endless avenues of shelves and books of Nevermore. Her diligently runs her fingers through the tomes, grazing their rough and fragile covers, the wisdom that hides within them. The few students who were there were busy reading or studying among the various desks scattered around that place, the silence broken only by the sound of the pages being turned.
but it is among those shelves that she finally sees: you
she knew basically the essential things about you: your name is Y/N; you are a year older than her, you are Italian, you love blue and your power is to control fire. You were very good friends with Yoko, for some strange reason, and you were a person who despite the aura of mystery and darkness that surrounded you, smiled and was kind to everyone.
she noticed you a few days ago and still hasn't figured out who you are. Were you really that nice? what's really bothering you Y/N?
Wednesday watched you intently, savoring your every move. She noticed the way you brushed your hair back from your face, the smile that lit up your face when you read something that excited you, and even the grimaces you made in response to bizarre or banal passages you encountered.
Some might call it stalking, but she's really just trying to understand you better.
her black eyes never left your figure: you were tall, you had a sharp jaw that accentuated your strong face and you had full lips that were somehow always ready to whisper something provocative or sarcastic. at that moment you had chosen to gather your hair in a messy bun, a practical choice but one that added a touch of carefree elegance to your appearance.
you were struggling with a pile of books that seemed to have a life of its own. Some had already fallen, scattering across the floor. You quickly bent down to pick them up, but each attempt only seemed to make things worse.
Were you disorganized or did your hunger for books make you so careless?
Wednesday realized it was the perfect time to come out of hiding. She approached you cautiously, then crouched down and picked up a couple of books. Her cold fingers landed on Wicked Plants: The Weed That Killed Lincoln's Mother and Other Botanical Atrocities by Amy Stewart, and a thin smile threatened to appear on her lips. She was almost certain that she was the only one, aside from maybe Thornill, who had read that book in the entire school. Finding out that you shared the same literary tastes hit her in a surprisingly pleasant way.
âHere.â Wednesdayâs voice was almost a whisper, as if she were intimidated by the idea of an interaction.
your eyes lift from the floor to meet hers.
Wednesday held her breath. They were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. You looked at her with curiosity, maybe surprise, but there was something in your eyes that made her feel strangely vulnerable.
âThank you,â you croak embarrassedly, your cheeks pink knowing someone had witnessed your disaster.
âMaybe you should stop devouring more books than you can handle,â Wednesday said venomously. Her words were a wall behind which she hid the slight agitation she was trying to ignore.
you smile. Shouldn't you be annoyed by my answer?
"What's your name?" she asks curiously
Wednesday stared at you for a moment, cold as ever. âWednesday,â she replied dryly, not giving anything away. But when you smiled again, the brunette felt a shiver run through her mind, one she tried desperately to ignore.
âHappy reading,â Wednesday adds quickly, turning around as she notices the slight look of confusion crossing your face. It was clear that you wanted to continue the conversation, maybe tell her your name, but Wednesday couldnât stand there beside you without feeling her body boil.
she needed to leave the library and distract her mind
would have continued after the search, with the necessary calm
but there was an unexpected relief in knowing that she now knew her name
just like she knew yours.
A/N: yes I know, very inspired by the YOU series
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VOODOO DOLL II T.N
summary: theo canât get you out of his head. which could only mean you put a spell on him. or loosely based on a song
warnings: mean theo, language, hurt/comfort l WC 3.4k
authors note: fourth time trying to post this so letâs see how that goes
âSheâs not going to magically appear if you keep staring at her table,â Mattheo muttered, irritation clear in his tone. Theo scoffed but kept his gaze fixed on the empty spot at the Gryffindor table.
Theo couldnât stand you. Thatâs what he told anyone who would listenâyou were too nice, too annoying, and every little thing you did got on his nerves.
The way you helped anyone in need, no matter if they treated you unfairly in the past. How you smiled at everyone and everything. Always in a good mood, when Theo couldnât fathom why.
âGood morning, guys! Did you finish the Arithmancy homework from yesterday?â Your cheerful voice cut through his thoughts, nearly making him jump. Speak of the devil, he thought bitterly.
Theo rolled his eyes at your question. âForgot again, or just getting lazier?â he sneered.
But your smile didnât waver; if anything, it grew brighter. âActually, I just need help with sections 6 and 8. I stayed up all night and still couldnât figure them out!â
He couldnât understand why you always talked to themâwhy you always acted so friendly with the rivals of your house. Maybe that was another reason he couldnât stand you; it felt like you were deliberately trying to get under their skin.
âSucks to beââ Mattheo began, but Theo jabbed his elbow into his side, cutting him off with a sharp look.
âJust here, take my paper,â he grumbled, pulling out his parchment and thrusting it toward you. Your fingers brushed his briefly, and Theo jerked his hand back as a tingling sensation shot through him.
âThanks, Theodore!â you beamed, practically skipping back to your table, which only irritated Theo more.
âWhat the hell was that?â Mattheo demanded.
âFuck if I know. I couldnât stop myself,â Theo muttered. âI wanted to tell her to piss off and figure it out on her own.â He scowled, shoving his food away, his appetite suddenly gone.
âMaybe sheâs got you under some spell, Nott,â Draco chuckled. âDrink anything suspicious lately?â
âShut up, Malfoy,â Theo snapped, the idea unsettling him. The thought of you having that kind of influence over him was ridiculous.
He could still feel the ghost of your touch, as if you were still caressing his hand, even though you were now back at your table, tongue out in concentration as you scribbled down the answers.
âDonât get why she didnât just ask Granger for help,â Lorenzo chimed in, mouth full of food.
âBecause Hermione wouldnât just give her the answers. Sheâd explain it step by stepâwhich she doesnât have time forâsince itâs her next class,â Theo replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
The boys exchanged knowing smirks. âAnd how exactly do you know that?â Blaise teased.
Theo realized how that sounded, but before he could defend himself, you reappeared to hand him his paper back.
âYouâre a lifesaver, Theodore! I owe you one,â you said, squeezing his bicep in appreciation before heading off to class early as ever.
âYeah, whatever,â Theo muttered, trying to ignore the lingering warmth of your touch, the burning sensation in his chest, and the rapid beat of his heart whenever you were near.
Once you were out of sight, his heart began to slow, but a different ache settled in. It was almost like he missed youâwhich was ridiculous. He shook the thought from his mind immediately.
Maybe someone did slip him something; whether it was a prank or an accidental slip-up, he had to get rid of it, and fast.
âââ
Days passed, and Theo only felt worse. He constantly thought you were nearby, even when he knew you were in a different class on the other side of the school. Your touch was ingrained in his mind, as if he could still feel you. Some days, it felt like you were right next to him, invading his personal space, only for him to see you across the field, chatting with your friends.
His friends were no help when he mentioned it. They just teased him endlessly on having a crush on a Gryffindor, which he quickly shot down.
You were an annoyance. Someone who bugged the hell out of him, and that was itânothing more.
To make matters worse, you both got paired up in Muggle Studies. A class he took just to piss off his dad was now backfiring spectacularly.
The assignment was to write an essay about what Muggles believed to be âwitchcraft,â which seemed simple enoughâif only he didnât have to work with you.
âOkay so I was thinking of voodoo dolls, because I think others are gonna pick psychics or magicians,â you started, flipping through some pages of your textbook, âand I think we could get extra points if we somehow have a physical doll!â
He could feel your excitement radiating off of you and it was nauseating but he nodded and agreed. You went on and said you would send an owl to your mother to see if she could buy one from the shops in your hometown.
Theo barely paid attention as you rambled on about your plans for the essay. The way you spoke with so much enthusiasm, your eyes bright with excitementâit was almost unbearable. Not because it annoyed him, but because it made his chest tighten in a way he wasnât ready to confront.
âDo you even care about this project?â you asked suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts. You were watching him with a hint of concern in your eyes, which only made him feel more unsettled.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI care about passing,â he muttered, avoiding your gaze. âBut I donât see why youâre so invested in it.â
You shrugged, the usual brightness in your expression dimming a little. âI just think itâs interesting, thatâs all. And maybeâŠâ You hesitated, then added, âI thought itâd be nice to work with you.â
Theo blinked, caught off guard by your honesty. His initial reaction was to snap back with a sarcastic comment, to push you away as he always did. But something stopped him.
âWhy?â The question slipped out before he could stop himself.
You looked down, fiddling with your quill. âI donât know. Youâre different from most people, Theodore. Youâre not afraid to be yourself, even if that means being a little rough around the edges.â
He stared at you, stunned into silence. Was that how you saw him? And why did it make his heart skip a beat? He could feel his defenses cracking, the walls heâd built so carefully starting to crumble.
âAnyway,â you said quickly, as if embarrassed by your admission, âIâll let you know if my mom finds a voodoo doll. We can meet up later to go over the details?â
âYeah⊠sure,â he replied, his voice sounding far away. He watched as you gathered your things, flashing him another bright smile before leaving the classroom.
Once you were gone, Theo let out a frustrated groan, slumping back in his chair. What the hell was wrong with him? Heâd never let anyone get under his skin like this before. Yet, with you, it was like he had no control over his own emotions. There was something wrong with him.
The thought of you saying he was âdifferentâ kept replaying in his mind. It wasnât an insult, but it wasnât exactly comforting either. He hated the idea that you could have this effect on him.
As the days went on, he found himself increasingly distracted by you. The way you laughed with your friends, the way you focused on your studies, the way you went out of your way to be kind to everyoneâeven to him, despite how he treated you.
The next time you met to work on the project, Theo couldnât stop his eyes from wandering to your hands as you gestured animatedly, explaining some new idea you had. He couldnât help but wonder what it would feel like to have those hands touch him againâwhether by accident or design.
When you handed him a book, he purposely brushed his fingers against yours and once more, he felt that now-familiar jolt of electricity. But this time, he didnât pull away. Instead, he let the contact linger for just a moment longer, savoring the warmth that spread through him.
But as soon as the moment passed, he cursed himself silently. He couldnât let this happen. You were a Gryffindor, and you represented everything he claimed to hateâyet, here he was, drawn to you like a moth to a flame.
âIs something wrong?â you asked, noticing his distant expression.
âNo,â he said quickly, forcing a smirk. âJust thinking about how ridiculous this project is. Muggles and their superstitions.â
You laughed, and the sound sent another pang through his chest. âIt is pretty silly, isnât it? But itâs kind of fascinating too, donât you think?â
Theo shrugged, playing it cool. âSure, if youâre into that sort of thing.â
âI am,â you said with a grin. âBut maybe by the end of this, you will be too.â
He rolled his eyes, but there was no real malice behind it. âDonât count on it.â
As you continued working, Theo found himself glancing at you more often, watching the way your lips moved as you spoke, the way your eyes lit up when you got excited about something.
After the study session, Theo left with an unfamiliar smile tugging at his lips, lost in thoughts of you. He was so preoccupied that he didnât notice Mattheo approaching from behind in the hallway.
âIâve been looking everywhere for you,â Mattheo said, his voice laced with curiosity. âWhatâs with the grin? Did you win a fight?â
Theo scoffed, quickly wiping the smile from his face and replacing it with his usual scowl. âSalazarâs sake, no, I wasnât in a fight.â
âThen why are you so happy? Snog someone? Waitâdonât tell me, did you snog Bug?â Mattheo teased, his tone dripping with mockery, fully aware of how much Theo loathed that nickname recently.
âStop calling her that,â Theo snapped, shaking Mattheoâs arm off and feeling his good mood souring by the second.
âOh, since when do you come to her defense? Especially when youâre the one who started calling her that,â Mattheo retorted, raising an eyebrow. The nickname had been an impulsive jab, something Theo came up with in a moment of annoyance. Now, it felt like a cruel joke.
Ignoring Mattheo, Theo continued down the hallway toward the Slytherin dorms, determined to work on his portion of the essay. But Mattheo wasnât ready to let it go.
Once they reached the Slytherin common room, Mattheo seized the opportunity to stir the pot. âHey, guys, doesnât Theo seem a little⊠different lately?â he announced, adopting an exaggerated infomercial voice. âWe barely see him, and when we do, heâs actually smiling.â
Theo halted in his tracks, irritation bubbling up inside him.
âI noticed that too,â Pansy chimed in, her tone dripping with curiosity. âHeâs been sneaking off a lot.â
âYeah, whatâs the deal, Nott?â Blaise added, his voice teasing. âToo good for us now?â
Theo rolled his eyes, adjusting the stack of books you had recommended in his arms. âIâve just been busy, you knowâactually doing schoolwork.â
âSure, and by âschoolwork,â you mean hanging out with Bug,â Draco chimed in, his grin widening. âI thought you couldnât stand her?â
âYou lot are a bunch of tossers,â Theo shot back, his patience wearing thin. âYes, Iâve been working with her because we got paired up for a project. Thatâs all.â
They exchanged skeptical glances, sensing there was more to the story.
âWhatâs the project about?â Pansy asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Theo let out an exasperated sigh. âItâs an essay on Voodoo dolls for Muggle Studies.â
As soon as the words left his mouth, Mattheoâs eyes widened in disbelief. âVoodoo dolls? Are you serious, Theo? Youâre supposed to be the smart one here!â
Theo frowned, confused by Mattheoâs sudden outburst. âWhat the hell are you on about now?â
âVoodoo dolls, you daft git!â Mattheo exclaimed, practically jumping out of his seat. âTheyâre Mugglesâ way of trying to control people! Havenât you been paying attention? She might have one of youâthatâs probably why youâve been acting so strange!â
Theo stared at Mattheo, a mix of annoyance and unease settling in. The idea was absurdâyet the possibility gnawed at him. Was that really what was happening? It would make a lot of sense.
Theo dropped everything and bolted out of the common room, his mind racing as he stormed through the castle. The further he went, the angrier he became. How could you do this to him? He thought he was finally feeling something other than disdain toward youâonly to find out you were messing with his head.
As he rounded the final corner near the Gryffindor common room, he spotted you. But you werenât alone. You were talking to another Gryffindor, laughing that same laugh you shared with him. The sight made his blood boil, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
âWas messing with my head not enough for you?â Theo shouted, his voice filled with fury. âDid you need more attention, so you found another tosser to add to your list?â
You flinched at his sudden outburst but didnât immediately turn to face him. You quietly excused yourself from the conversation with your housemate before turning to glare at Theo.
The look you gave him was like nothing heâd ever seen on your face beforeâcold, angry, and so unlike the usual warmth you radiated. It unnerved him to be on the receiving end of such a glare.
âCan I help you, Nott?â you asked, your voice eerily calm. If Theo had been less blinded by his own anger, he might have noticed the tension in your jaw and the way your fists clenched at your sides.
âYes, you can start by telling me what the hell you did to me!â Theo took a step closer, looming over you in an attempt to intimidate, but you stood your ground, unfazed.
âI havenât done anythingââ
âDonât lie to me!â Theo interrupted, his hands gripping your shoulders as if shaking you might jog your memory. âYou came up with that stupid voodoo doll project, and ever since then, youâve been in my head day in and day out! So donât act like you donât know whatâs going on!â
You shoved him off you, your scoff laced with disbelief and hurt. âYouâre so full of yourself, Nott. Do you really think Iâd waste my time controlling you? What kind of person do you think I am? Do you honestly believe Iâm that desperate for attention?â
Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes, but you fought to keep them at bay. You didnât want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his accusation hurt. âFuck you, Nott. Maybe you should take a hard look at yourself instead of blaming me for the fact that youâre finally feeling somethingâanythingâother than that cold, emotionless shell youâve built around yourself.â
Theo stood there, speechless, as you turned and disappeared behind the Fat Ladyâs portrait. Every word you said hit him like a punch to the gut. He knew you were rightâheâd been pushing people away for so long that he didnât know how to deal with real emotions. But hearing it from you, someone he had started to care about, hurt more than he could admit. He knew he owed you an apology, but he had no idea where to start.
The walk back to the Slytherin common room was humiliating. When he entered, his friends were in the same spots, waiting with anticipation.
âWell?â Mattheo asked impatiently, a smug grin on his face like he knew he was right all along.
ïżœïżœïżœYou lot are absolute wankers,â Theo muttered, snatching up the books he had dropped earlier without sparing them a second glance. He stormed up to his dorm room, ignoring their confused looks.
He had to find a way to make things right with you. The ache in his chest wasnât just the usual discomfort he felt around youâit was something deeper, something he couldnât ignore.
âââ
Theo spent the entire night poring over the books you had lent him. As he read, he realized Mattheoâs theory was complete nonsense. None of the feelings he had for you had anything to do with âvoodooâ or any other magical influence. They were real, and they terrified him.
Determined to fix the mess he had made, Theo stayed up to finish the entire essay by himself, lightening your workload. He even turned it in first thing in the morning, two days before the assignment was due.
He spent the rest of the day trying to find you to let you know you didnât have to worry about the project and to apologize, but you were nowhere to be found. He searched the Great Hall, the library, and even, with great reluctance, asked Potter if he had seen you. No luck.
By the time dinner rolled around, Theo was too distracted to eat. His fork aimlessly pushed food around his plate while his head rested on his palm. Enzo jabbed him in the side, snapping him out of his daze. Theo shot him a glare but followed Enzoâs gaze to see you walking past their table without so much as a glance in their direction. When you sat down at your table, your eyes instinctively met Theoâs, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw a flicker of something softer. He offered a small smile, but you rolled your eyes and turned back to your friends.
âWow, I donât think Iâve ever seen her anything but cheerful. She must be pissed that we figured her out, huh?â Enzo commented, eliciting a few laughs from the group.
Theoâs fork clattered onto his plate, the loud noise silencing them immediately. They had seen Theo angry before, but never like this, never directed at them.
âDo you ever think about anyone other than yourselves?â Theo snapped. âShe didnât do anything wrong. Whatâs wrong is that I listened to you lot and screwed everything up.â
He abruptly stood and made his way over to you. You furrowed your brows in confusion, aware that Slytherins didnât usually venture to the Gryffindor side of the Great Hall. The hushed whispers that followed Theo didnât faze him; he only cared about setting things right.
He leaned down and whispered in your ear, asking you to follow him. Despite your better judgment, curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself following him out of the Great Hall.
Theo led you to a secluded hallway, casting a quick Muffliato charm to ensure privacy. He took a shaky breath, closing his eyes for a moment before finally speaking.
âIâm sorry,â he began, his voice heavy with regret. âI was an absolute tosser. You were rightâIâve never felt anything like this before, and it scared me. I tried to find every excuse to deny it, and in the process, I lashed out at you. I shouldnât have accused you of something so ridiculous.â
You stared at him, your silence unnerving him. He continued, desperation creeping into his tone. âI know thereâs no excuse for what I said, and I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. But if thereâs any chance, Iâd like to start over. Iâll do anything to make it right.â
Maybe it was because you had started liking Theo too, or maybe it was the sincerity in his apology, but it wasnât hard to forgive him.
âAlthough getting accused wasnât ideal and did hurt, I accept your apology, Theodore,â you said, offering him a small smileâthe smile he didnât realize how much heâd missed until now.
Theoâs heart lifted at your words. âIf Iâm not pushing my luck⊠could I take you to Hogsmeade this weekend?â
Theo held his breath, anxiously awaiting your response. You hesitated for a moment, the silence stretching between you, before finally stepping closer. With a gentle smile, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering just a second longer than necessary. As you pulled back, your eyes met his, filled with a warmth that made his heart race.
âIâd like that,â you whispered, your voice tender and genuine.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Theo felt the tight knot in his chest begin to loosen.
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