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bloody-bee-tea · 4 years ago

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Your lan Quiren defending Jiang cheng fics, ARE THE BEST. I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED THEM TILL I READ THEM. THEY ARE FANTASTIC. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THEM!! If it were up to me I would read 30 different stories about Lan Quiren being the real father figure JC rightfully deserves. Pleasw please could you continue with the moder!AU, in which LQ offers his house in case JC ever needs it? I just need a continuation based on JC going to LQ home and having some hurt/comfort.

Thank yoouuu

Anon: Please please can we have a continuation for that moder Au fix with JC and Lan Quiren?? My heart exploded from all the love. I just want good things for Jiang Cheng. 💚💚.

Anon: With JC day 7 all I can think about is the next family meal when LX and LW come over just to find Jiang Cheng setting the table

JC Love Month 2020 Day 17

Loneliness and Thoughtfulness

It seems like this idea was really popular, since three people asked for a continuation of this, so have at it ;) Day 17 of JC Love Month brings more found family with Lan Qiren, who continues to drag Jiang Cheng into his own home, and this time even his nephews get in on this as well. It follows JC Love Month 2020 Day 7.

Jiang Cheng is not at all surprised when Wei Wuxian bounds up to him during one of their breaks.

“Listen, Jiang Cheng,” he starts and Jiang Cheng is rolling his eyes at him before he even goes on.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re not coming home tonight,” he says and he tries to hide just how much that hurts.

Ever since the last fight Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian got into, Wei Wuxian has unofficially moved in with Lan Wangji and his brother. He only comes home sporadically to get some of his shit, but he never actually brings it back home again, and Jiang knows that it’s only a matter of time until he announces officially that he’s moving.

Jiang Cheng is not looking forward to that day.

Jiang Yanli has moved in with Jin Zixuan much more officially and she even cleared out her old room. She barely drops by anymore, not that Jiang Cheng can blame her much, and instead opts to invite Wei Wuxian and him to her new home.

She hasn’t invited Jiang Cheng in almost a week and he tries to not let that get to him.

But when he’s sitting in his own room, the whole house quiet and empty, because his siblings moved on and his parents simply don’t care enough to come home, it’s hard to pretend that everything is alright.

Jiang Cheng has only seen his parents once since he got the cast on his wrist and he’s not entirely sure they didn’t just buy a new house and simply forgot to mention it to Jiang Cheng.

He wouldn’t put it past them.

“You’re right!” Wei Wuxian excitedly says and brings their shoulder’s together. “Will you be okay?” he then asks, much more subdued and he lightly taps the cast still on Jiang Cheng’s wrist.

“Of course I will be,” Jiang Cheng scoffs, even though he’s not sure about that.

Cooking with one hand is damn hard and for the past few weeks when he’s been alone at home—which he is more often than not—he opted to eat take-out or prepared dishes.

It’s not the healthiest lifestyle to have, Jiang Cheng knows that, but the loneliness is getting to him and he can’t get himself up to cook anything, less alone do it with only one hand.

“Good,” Wei Wuxian says, clearly not picking up on Jiang Cheng’s lie and then his gaze strays over to Lan Wangji.

“Go over there already,” Jiang Cheng huffs out, already annoyed with the love sick gazes they throw each other even though there are only a few tables between them.

“If you say so,” Wei Wuxian beams as if he needed Jiang Cheng’s permission to leave his side and then he’s already gone again.

Jiang Cheng stares down at the food in front of him and it feels like the key in his pocket is burning a hole into the fabric.

He knows he could go over to Lan Qiren’s place, but Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to do it too often. He’s scared Lan Qiren will get fed up with him rather quickly if he shows up there every other day, and so Jiang Cheng has tried to limit himself to only go there once or twice a week.

It’s not nearly as often as he wants to go there but he figures it’s better than nothing.

With how today is going, he might have to make use of the key again, because for the first time this week his parents were home during breakfast and while his father didn’t spare him a glance, his mother berated him about how long it’s already been with the cast and she made an appointment to get it taken off.

Jiang Cheng is pretty sure the doctor in the hospital told him it would take six weeks, and it’s barely been four, but he didn’t dare to argue with his mother.

And now Wei Wuxian isn’t coming home either, and Jiang Cheng can think of nothing worse than to go back there; either to an empty house or to see his parents, so really, that only leaves him one choice.

“Dinner is at six,” Lan Qiren suddenly says from behind Jiang Cheng and he wonders where he materialized from. “I expect you at four, so you can help me prepare it.”

“Okay,” Jiang Cheng says through the lump in his throat because he has seen Lan Qiren cook before.

He doesn’t need any help; doesn’t even accept it because he prefers to do it on his own, so clearly, this is only for Jiang Cheng’s benefit.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t make a detour home after class, because a few of his own things have migrated to Lan Qiren’s places as well; mostly stuff he needs to sleep in case he ever stays over again so Jiang Cheng doesn’t need to pick anything else up.

When he gets to Lan Qiren’s house, it’s still dark, so Jiang Cheng uses the key to let himself in. Once inside he sees light from Lan Qiren’s study and Jiang Cheng has to take yet again a moment to himself.

Lan Qiren deliberately let him use the key again, so that Jiang Cheng can see that it’s still working, that Lan Qiren didn’t change the locks or anything else completely ridiculous that Jiang Cheng can’t stop fretting about and Jiang Cheng presses his eyes closed for a second.

Jiang Cheng almost opens his mouth to yell “I’m home” but in the last second he bites his lips.

He shouldn’t take liberties, he shouldn’t assume. It’s not a home; it’s shelter at best.

“Ah, you’re home,” Lan Qiren says just at that moment, completely wiping Jiang Cheng’s mind blank but Lan Qiren doesn’t seem to notice.

“Keep me company in the kitchen,” he says and Jiang Cheng nods before he trails after Lan Qiren.

“I can help,” Jiang Cheng offers, despite knowing how this will go and Lan Qiren sends him a very pointed look that tells Jiang Cheng to shup up, sit down and do his homework.

Jiang Cheng does exactly that.

Lan Qiren is an efficient man in the kitchen and it’s not long before everything is ready; he’s certainly done faster than Jiang Cheng is with his homework.

“Do you have a problem?” Lan Qiren asks when he turns around and sees Jiang Cheng frowning down at his book and Jiang Cheng flushes.

He shouldn’t need help with this; they covered it in class, Jiang Cheng remembers it, so he should be able to figure it out for himself.

“Let me see,” Lan Qiren demands and comes around to look over Jiang Cheng’s shoulder.

“It’s this problem,” Jiang Cheng whispers and points at the passage that trips him up.

Lan Qiren reads it over and then he turns a few pages back, pointing at an entirely different passage. Jiang Cheng reads it over and finds that it’s exactly what he needs to solve the problem he’s working on.

“I’m sorry,” Jiang Cheng whispers, expecting to be scolded like his mother used to do when she was still overseeing his homework, but Lan Qiren only shakes his head.

“Homework is there to learn, there’s no need to be sorry for not immediately understanding a concept,” he gives back and Jiang Cheng can only stare at him.

No one ever actually told him that it’s okay to not get things on the first try and Jiang Cheng ducks his head.

“Thank you,” he whispers and that seems to please Lan Qiren much more.

“Finish up here, and then set the table,” he says, squeezing Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, who nods. “We’ll be four people tonight.”

“Four?” Jiang Cheng blurts out and he goes cold.

“My nephews will come over for dinner today,” Lan Qiren says as if nothing is wrong with that and Jiang Cheng scrambles to get his things together.

“I’ll get out of your way, I’m sorry for intruding today,” Jiang Cheng rushes out, his heart heavy in his chest and he only stops his frantic movements when he realizes that Lan Qiren is staring at him.

“What are you doing?” he demands to know and Jiang Cheng looks down at his book, so he doesn’t have to meet his eyes.

“Getting out of your way,” he lowly says. “Leaving you to your family dinner.”

“Four people, Wanyin,” Lan Qiren reiterates and Jiang Cheng briefly wonders if Wei Wuxian is allowed to come.

He and Lan Wangji are certainly at the boyfriend meets parents stage of their relationship.

“And I don’t mean Wei Wuxian,” Lan Qiren then says and Jiang Cheng’s head snaps up.

“I can stay?” he unsurely asks, because surely Lan Qiren would want to be alone with his nephews but when Lan Qiren nods he sinks down on his chair again.

“Oh, okay,” Jiang Cheng whispers.

“Family dinner is for those I want to have around,” Lan Qiren says, and now he’s not quite meeting his eyes anymore. “And that includes you.”

Jiang Cheng’s eyes immediately start to burn and he’s so tired of always bursting into tears when someone is nice to him, but he can’t help himself.

He didn’t have a chance to build up a tolerance for it yet even though Lan Qiren is very relentless in trying to rectify that.

“Okay,” Jiang Cheng says once he’s sure that his voice will hold and he turns back around to his homework.

He’ll get it done and then he’ll set the table, just like Lan Qiren asked of him.

~*~*~

When the doorbell rings, Jiang Cheng flinches. He thought Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen would have a key but maybe it’s just common curtesy for them to announce their arrival differently.

“You have a key, so you will use it,” Lan Qiren tells him before he marches off and Jiang Cheng sits back down again.

There are low murmurs and then Lan Qiren leads his nephews into the room. They both freeze when they see Jiang Cheng at the table.

“I wasn’t aware we’d have company this evening,” Lan Xichen mildly says though he gives Jiang Cheng a small smile.

When Lan Wangji only stares at him, he sinks further into his chair.

“Wanyin will attend family dinners from now on,” Lan Qiren decides and Jiang Cheng’s eyes get big.

He had thought this would be a one-time thing.

“Alright,” Lan Xichen says easily and then goes off to help his uncle carry the dishes over to the table, something Jiang Cheng can’t do yet, because of the cast on his hand.

“Wei Ying said you went home,” Lan Wangji says after he sat down, a small frown on his face and Jiang Cheng shrugs.

“I didn’t,” Jiang Cheng gives back and when Lan Wangji only glares at him, he looks down at the table.

He really does feel like an intruder.

“Wangji,” Lan Xichen chides his brother when they get back from the kitchen and even Lan Qiren seems displeased by Lan Wangji’s icy glare.

“Don’t mind him,” Lan Xichen says to Jiang Cheng sitting down next to him. “He doesn’t do well with changes, especially unannounced ones.”

“I see,” Jiang Cheng whispers even though he doesn’t.

He steals a glance at Lan Xichen, because it feels safer than to look at Lan Wangji again, and he startles when he finds Lan Xichen already looking at him.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t know Lan Xichen well at all, because he is already attending university and has been ever since Wei Wuxian took an interest in Lan Wangji which really was the start of all of this, Jiang Cheng thinks.

Jiang Cheng is curious to know what exactly Lan Xichen is studying, but he can’t bring himself to ask before they start with dinner, and Jiang Cheng knows enough by now to keep his mouth shut while they are eating.

Lan Qiren’s reprimand the first time had been almost gentle, but Jiang Cheng is still very careful to never forget it again.

Once they are done, Lan Qiren asks Lan Wangji to go with him to his study, leaving only Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng behind.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t dare to think that Lan Qiren wants to speak to Lan Wangji because of how he treated Jiang Cheng this evening, but he fails to see how else he could interpret Lan Qiren’s many glares at Lan Wangji during dinner.

“Join me in the kitchen?” Lan Xichen asks as he gathers up all the dishes and Jiang Cheng nods, before he reaches out to take his own bowl.

“Give that to me,” Lan Xichen says before Jiang Cheng can pick it up and then Lan Xichen looks at his cast. “How is your wrist?”

“Okay,” Jiang Cheng says and then winces. “It doesn’t hurt at all anymore, it’s mostly annoying,” he admits and gets a smaller smile for it, though this one seems more real than the others.

“Will it come off soon?” Lan Xichen wants to know as he gets started on cleaning the dishes and Jiang Cheng shrugs.

“I have an appointment with a doctor on Friday,” he says, still hearing his mother say how he better not miss it and Lan Xichen stops.

“It’s only been four weeks, though, right?” he questions and Jiang Cheng presses his lips together. “A broken bone needs longer than that. You shouldn’t rush it,” Lan Xichen advises him and Jiang Cheng almost lets out a bitter huff.

How is he supposed to take the time to heal properly when his mother will only take it as one more weakness from him.

“Uncle said you’re going to attend family dinner from now on?” Lan Xichen eventually says when it becomes clear that Jiang Cheng doesn’t have a reply for him.

“It seems like it,” Jiang Cheng says, still unsure about it, because he cannot believe that Lan Qiren would want him to come back again.

“It’s good,” Lan Xichen says and then he turns around towards Jiang Cheng, instantly putting him on edge.

“Uncle mentioned that you have a key, but barely use it,” Lan Xichen says and Jiang Cheng grimaces at that.

“Jiang Wanyin, if he gave you that key he wants you to use it,” Lan Xichen gently says and Jiang Cheng shrugs, because Lan Qiren said the same, but it’s still hard for Jiang Cheng to trust it.

“Uncle has been lonely since Wangji and I moved out,” Lan Xichen says almost out of the blue. “He would never admit to it, but it’s true. He misses coming home to someone. Wangji or I were usually home before him and one of us would cook. Uncle misses that the most, I think. A homecooked meal by someone who cares about him.”

“I—” Jiang Cheng starts and then doesn’t know how to go on, because it feels presumptuous to offer to cook for Lan Qiren when he doesn’t know if Lan Qiren would even want him to.

“I could show you his favourite dishes,” Lan Xichen offers and Jiang Cheng finds himself nodding before he can give it a conscious thought.

“Uncle likes his food light and without many spices,” Lan Xichen says and Jiang Cheng scoffs, because yeah, that he noticed already.

“He keeps some spices and chili sauce for you here, did you know?” Lan Xichen asks and before Jiang Cheng can call him out on his lie, Lan Xichen opens a cupboard and true to his words the spices and chili sauce are all there.

The thoughtfulness is enough to bring Jiang Cheng to tears again and he only feels slightly ashamed when Lan Xichen steps close and puts a hand to his shoulder.

“Uncle wants you here,” Lan Xichen says. “He’s not doing it out of pity, if that is what you think. He has always spoken very highly of you and he was worried long before he learned about your situation at home,” Lan Xichen says and Jiang Cheng burns with the knowledge that even Lan Xichen knows that his family home is shit.

“He didn’t go into details, but it’s clear that he wants to take care of you. He’s not good at saying it, he and Wangji are much alike in that, but he means it. So please come home more often,” Lan Xichen softly finishes and Jiang Cheng tries to hide his face when a few tears roll down his cheeks.

“I’ll try,” he chokes out and Lan Wangji and Lan Qiren choose that moment to come into the kitchen.

“Xichen,” Lan Qiren exclaims and is at Jiang Cheng’s side a moment later. “Do not be rude,” Lan Qiren chides him but before Lan Xichen can say something Jiang Cheng shakes his head.

“He wasn’t. I’m fine,” he says, even though it’s clear to everyone in the kitchen that he’s not.

Lan Qiren still hovers at his side and Jiang Cheng almost thinks that funny, but then Lan Wangji clears his throat.

“See you next week, Jiang Wanyin,” he awkwardly says and it’s as much of a peace offering as Jiang Cheng will get from him so he simply nods at him.

“See you next week. Do not say hi to my brother for me,” Jiang Cheng says, because he’s not quite ready to have Wei Wuxian ask questions about it, and Lan Wangji seems to understand because he nods.

“Well, until next week then, uncle, Jiang Wanyin, have a pleasant evening,” Lan Xichen also says and pushes Lan Wangji out of the room before anyone else can say something.

“Family dinners are weekly,” Lan Qiren explains, yet again not quite looking at Jiang Cheng. “Plus a monthly brunch on the last Sunday in the month.”

It’s not quite an invitation, but by now Jiang Cheng dares to presume that it actually is an invitation and so he nods.

“I will be there,” he reassures Lan Qiren who strokes his beard.

“See to it that you are,” he says and then makes his way into the living-room.

Jiang Cheng remains in the kitchen until he feels at least a little bit composed again and then he joins Lan Qiren, who is practicing on his guqin.

Jiang Cheng has found that it’s excellent background noise to do some reading for class, so he settles down on the couch with his book and an approving look from Lan Qiren.

It does feel a little bit like home.

Next part!

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noxiatoxia · 3 years ago

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Any wayz!!!!¡! i recently unearthed a fic i half finished where kaoru goes into a depressive episode and locks himself in his room, similar to the concept we were talking about before. except hikaru, after trying lots of things to get him to communicate, just starts writing letters and pushing them under his door daily. its easier for him than talking out loud bc it feels less lonely than talking to himself outside kaoru's door.

anyway the letters tell kaoru about whats happening outside and in the host club, messages from the others, telling him how much hikaru misses him. and sometimes hikaru will draw him a little story comic of one of his stories to make kaoru smile, even though he's kinda trash at drawing. hikaru can only hope kaoru isn't just throwing them out, since he pours all his heart into each one.

and kaoru does read them. even though they break his heart. so sometimes he sees hikaru push one under the door and will just stare at it from his bed, sometimes not going to get it for hours at a time, scared to read it because of how emotional it'll make him. seeing how much effort and care hikaru puts into every single one, his attempts to make him smile, to make sure kaoru is updated about everything going on and the events of each day (even the silly things), to writing messages from the club word for word. its how hikaru shows his love and support.

it hurts kaoru that hikaru's still putting so much effort into making him happy after all kaoru's efforts to fade from his life, but he loves him for it at the same time. its just like hikaru, isn't it? to be so stubborn that even after weeks of not hearing a word back from his brother, that he would still put 100% effort into his letters? even with no guarantee kaoru's even reading them at all?

a part of kaoru, the part he'd been trying to squash down since he started this whole plan, hopes he'll never stop sending them. that hikaru won't ever give up on him.

maybe i should finish the fic,, didn't have many hopes for it but after writing all this,.... hmmm..

ANON!!!! THIS IDEA.... I LOVE stationary in stories. smth about a story told thru letters. MAGNIFICENT. (btw, if you ever finish that fic, i'd LOVE to read it. Love me some kaoru angst)

Hikaru always puts 100% into his letters, like you said. It's a little hard for him, because he's not a writer. Not only is he simply not great with his words, but he hates physically writing. He's super impatient and he feels he can't get the words out on the paper fast enough, so he prefers typing bc it's faster (im projecting) and of course, kaoru knows this. which is why it's extra special receiving a daily letter from him.

Each letter starts out the same. A basic how are you doing? Are you okay? I hope you're okay. I miss you a lot. And then Hikaru begins to give a detailed explanation about his whole day.

He'd talk about school- "We started reading Soseki's "the gate" in our literature class. It seems like something you'd like. In fact, I'm sure you've read it before" "we're prepping for an English test. It's so hard!!! I'm no good at English like you are. People say Japanese is harder than English, but I say that's just not true. At least Japanese makes SENSE!!!" "Today in math we're starting a new unit on grid transformations. Remember when he briefly covered them in middle school and you hated it?? You've always sucked at math, haha! Dw, I'll do your homework for you :) just do my English, kay?"

Of course, he'd talk about the host club the most. I think Hikaru probably became less of a host and more of a helper once Kaoru stopped coming to school in general. He can't ever get used to being a solitary host; he hates being alone. So, instead, everyday he spends it hanging around a different host, sometimes contributing to the conversation but mostly just helping out. Sitting next to Tamaki or Haruhi, standing next to Kyoya, sitting across from Hani and Mori. Of course he'd mention each letter how much the Host club misses Kaoru, and how everyone always asks how he's doing.

"Today I spent the day with Hani-senpai. I just brought him sweets n stuff. The guy ate 5 bowls of ice cream in fifteen minutes. FIVE!!! and he didn't get brain freeze!!! what is he!?!?" "I hung out with Haruhi for the host club today. I almost fell asleep because her conversations are soooo boring. but also, that could just be because I haven't been getting good sleep lately. it's hard to sleep without you and without knowing youre okay. ugh, i should have said that at the host club today as my excuse. i think the guests would have loved it, haha" "I spent the day with Renge out of curiosity. I always wondered what she does at our club the whole time... draw doujins and craft merchandise, it seems. I guess Kyoya-senpai put her to it. by the way, if we were animals, what animals would we be? i said fox but maybe wolf too... Renge said she saw us as hedgehogs"

And then, he'd end off every letter with a drawing/comic. Something to cheer Kaoru up. He'd also include extra paper if Kaoru ever wanted to write back... he hasn't yet, but Hikaru still hopes.

The idea gave me ~inspo~ so I drew a shitty cringe little comic in the style I think Hikaru would draw/write in... it's based off one of their stories Hikaru made up as a kid called "fox through time" in which a genius fox (named Dr. Foxtor) creates a time machine, intending to rewrite the past. In the original story, her future self comes back to the exact moment she finishes her time machine to stop her, and then there's some epic battle, but Hikaru made a parody comic in hopes to make Kaoru laugh....

ID in alt and under read more

A 6 panel crudely drawn comic on notebook paper. The first panel shows a doctor fox in a labcoat with a remote. "Finally!!! I have made my time machine! All I have to do is press the button…"

The second panel depicts a second fox in a black hoodie and glasses. She is pointing at the doctor fox, who looks shocked. "STOP!! I have come to prevent my mistakes…"

The third panel has the doctor fox exclaim, "Whoa! It's me from the future… That means my machine works!! Wait…"

The doctor fox then points and asks, "What is the most popular official Cinderella game in the future?"

In the fifth panel, the future fox looks thoughtful. She says, "Umm… well, there is just the one on GBA…"

The final panel depicts the doctor fox in the air mid-jump, throwing her remote on the ground and smashing it to pieces in a blind rage, exclaiming an angry "AUGHH"

#ohshc #hikakao #fun fact dr. foxtor's name in japanese i think would be kitsunsei #OK I GOTTA PASS OUT NOW ITS 7 AM...#;noxiatalks2ya

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plant-flwrs · 4 years ago

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no nonsense sarcastic sporty girl whos never put makeup on, using it after much pleading to the yule ball. Pair with whoever and let's see where it goes. (preferably one of the twins). Extreme fluff (always thought you were beautiful but now youre just gorgeous) type. Go about witj it however you want😁

the yule ball // george weasley

masterlist!

a/n: um ok kind of losing my mind bc i got my first actual request!!! like that makes me so happy that people want me to like... make their ideas, i guess. anywho just had to say that. im so thankful for the people who read my writing and follow me and i just wanted to say thanks! so, thanks! i hope i made this request everything you wanted it to be anon, and thanks for requesting it <3 (also hope i picked the right twin for you lol) also sorry this took so long! i wrote this over like three times and with school starting i don’t have as much time :(

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“I just don’t see the point in it,” you explained to Alicia, feeling her confused eyes pouring into the side of your face, “make’s me feel weird.”

“You just aren’t doing it right!” she replied, her eyebrows raised in disbelief.

You shoveled a forkful of eggs into your mouth, rolling your eyes as you chewed.

“Maybe,” you replied, covering your mouth full of food with the back of your hand.

“Hello ladies,” Fred said as he slid into the bench across from you.

“What’cha gabbing about?” George said, sliding a piece of toast off your plate as he sat next to you.

You moved to stab your fork into his hand, but missed, instead spiking the toast. Fred’s eyes widened, nearly seeing his brother lose a finger.

“Nice aim,” he said, filling his own plate.

“Was going for the hand,” you said, collecting the toast and lathering it with jam.

George wrapped his arm around your shoulder, unfazed by your attempted assault.

“Y/n refuses to join us when we get ready for the Yule ball,” Alicia said, also ignoring your failed stabbing.

Fred feigned a hand over his forehead, leaning back dramatically, “How will you ever form an unbreakable bond? Without the sanctity of Yule Ball preparations, you will have nothing that ties you together well past your prime,” he spouted, not stopping even after Alicia slapped his shoulder, “you will drift apart, knowing nothing of each other.”

George quickly removed his arm from your shoulder and dramatically clapped at his brother, who only pretended to remove and tip a hat to him.

“Why don’t you want to get ready with the girls?” George asked once Fred calmed down.

“I’ll come, I just don’t have much getting ready to do,” you said plainly, “just puttin’ on a dress.”

“Not even some mascara?” Alicia pleaded, her eyebrows raised to her hairline.

“I suppose I could let you put some mascara on me,” you said, and Alicia pretended to faint into Fred, “some!”

Fred laughed, and you got an eyeful of chewed toast in his mouth. You looked away in disgust, catching George’s eyes. He looked at you odd, like he was at incredible peace.

“Everyone’s gone mad today,” you mumbled, finishing your breakfast.

You had written home about the Ball, and your mother had sent you an incredible array of magazines to choose a dress from. You had to admit, the dress was awfully pretty.

Going to Quidditch practice, doing homework, eating, sleeping, and keeping up with romance do’s and don’t’s was becoming exhausting. Luckily, you could merge some of the activities together, like homework and eating, and keeping up with romance and Quidditch.

Alicia and Katie loved to talk anything and everything that involved the Yule Ball. If you breathed and it sounded like ‘yule’ they would talk your ear off. Katie had even asked Wood about the ball.

“Well, Oliver,” she started, wiping off some sweat from her forehead, “if you don’t have a date you could join our group.”

You Alicia, Katie, George, and Lee had decided to go as a group, not bothering with the stress of getting dates. You all knew that no matter who you took, you’d just end up ditching them to dance with your friends. Fred and Angelina were a different story.

Fred had been sending Angelina all sorts of mixed signals since he asked her. One day, he’s asking what color her dress is so they can match, and the next he’s telling her that in his opinion, dances are the most stupid thing a man could succumb himself to. It made you glad to be going with friends.

“I don’t know, Katie,” Oliver scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “I was going to run Quidditch plays on the empty field that night.”

Katie rolled her eyes and they landed on you. You felt a blush creep up your neck as she brought you some water.

“Hey, Katie,” you said, taking the water from her.

“Hey,” she said, smiling quizzically at you, “Alicia told me you weren’t all that excited about the ball.”

This surprised you. You hadn’t meant to come off as bitter, you just felt you were expressing your genuine disinterest.

“It’s not that,” you said quickly, “It’s just, not really my thing I guess.”

Katie nodded knowingly at you, like you had just hinted at some sort of huge secret. It made you nervous. You two were stood by the water cooler, and Fred, George, and Harry had come over.

“What?” you asked her.

“I think,” she said dramatically, “that the boy you like hasn’t asked you, and you aren’t excited because you don’t have a date.”

You thought she was joking, but she didn’t laugh. You blinked at her for several minutes, the gears in your head turning so fast that you couldn’t think whether to be concerned for Katie’s well-being, or your own. Among your deep thoughts, Fred laughed obnoxiously. George swallowed nervously.

“Katie,” you said slowly, “are you serious? Do you actually think that?”

She nodded excitedly, thinking you were going to uncover your deepest and darkest secrets.

“Oh Merlin,” your eyes widened, “you could not be more wrong.”

You left her with her mouth hanging open as you kicked off the ground and back into practice.

The next week, McGonagall called the entire house for a meeting. She and Filch stood next to an ancient looking record player. She explained the sacred meanings of the Yule Ball, but all you could hear was Fred and George’s snickering in your ear.

“Do you think McGonagall would dance with me if I asked nicely?” one of them said.

“I reckon you’d have to take her to dinner first, mate, she’s a classy lady.” the other replied.

Soon enough, McGonagall was sending you off to pair with each other, and you looked around. George was already looking at you, so you took a step towards him.

“Dance with me,” you held your hand out, “Weasley.”

“I’d love to,” he said, taking your hand.

His hand fell naturally on your hip, and it made your chest tighten. Your hands eased into the crook of his neck, and he swallowed hard.

You swayed to the old music, neither of you meeting the other’s eye.

Your dress was sent to you in a large cardboard box that sat unopened in the corner of your dormitory. It was propped against your mirror, and stayed there until the night of the Yule Ball.

“Oh!” Alicia exclaimed, clasping her hands together, “I can’t wait to see it!”

You rolled your eyes as you stepped into the bathroom, bringing the dress with you. You opened it slowly, and the delicate fabric of the dress was peaking out before you had even removed all the tape. It smelled of home, and your heart soared. The fabric danced through your fingers, sliding elegantly over your figure. Looking in the mirror, you slid your hands down your sides feeling awfully impressed by yourself.

You looked at the mounds of makeup on the counter in front of you, and picked some up like they were dangerous. Holding them away from your dress, you squinted your eyes to read the tiny labels. Deciding on a few, you looked intensely into the mirror, your face creased with concentration. You covered the eye-bags you had developed while studying for tests. You put some pink powder on your cheeks like you had seen your mother do. Lengthening your lashes with some odd dark goo, and styling down your eyebrows with some odd clear goo.

When you opened the bathroom door, Alicia was still stood with her hands clasped. All the girls were standing in their elegant gowns, hair and makeup done absolutely perfectly.

“Oh no,” Katie gasped, looking at you in horror.

The three of them all steered your shoulders back into the bathroom, and you looked at yourself next to them. You looked like a clown! The pink powder was in little circles on the sides of your faces, and nothing about your makeup looked as nice as the other girls.

Katie saw your face lowering with sadness and brought your eyes to her’s.

“We can fix this,” she smiled reassuringly at you, “easy.”

She held her wand to your face, and you flinched as you felt a refreshing wind gust over it. Your face felt clean, and you moved your hands to touch it. You felt no pink powder or any goos.

Katie turned you to face Alicia, who had her wand ready.

“It really is a beautiful dress,” she said, her wand twirling as you felt little tickles on your face.

You turned to look in the mirror and felt your stomach spin.

You looked amazing, everything about the makeup was flattering, but not over the top. They had known exactly what you wanted.

You pulled them all into you, your arms stretching to wrap around them all. You all joyously walked down to the great hall, each of you clutching the sides of your dresses as you walked down the stairs.

By the time you had made it to where you were meeting the boys, just in front of the Great Hall, you had fallen behind the girls, not used to walking in heals. They were all looking up at you as you came down.

Lee and Fred looked like they were seeing you for the first time, their mouths hung open in childish smiles, Angelina, Katie, and Alicia looked like proud stage mother’s.

When your eyes met George, there was an intensity you had never felt before. Standing in front of him, still on the steps so you were eye level, it was like he was the only person there. His black and white dress robes fit him perfectly, and his red hair blazed as it hung in his face. His lips were pink and he kept licking them nervously. He offered you his elbow and you accepted, following your friends into the Ball.

“You look stunning,” he whispered int your ear.

The music was loud and your dress was awkward to dance in. George leaned in close to your face whenever he had a sarcastic remark to make, and half the time you couldn’t make out what he was saying. Your brain was scrambled from the heat and the proximity of his face to yours.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” you yelled into his ear.

Pulling away, he gripped your arms, pulling you back so he could yell something. His voice was like honey and it shot jolts down your spin.

“Want me to come with?”

You smiled and nodded your head, and he looked giddy,

He trailed after you like a puppy, careful not to step on the back of your dress.

You didn’t stop walking until you had landed on a bench in the courtyard. You held your dress close to you so George could sit without landing on it. He crossed his legs at his ankles and shoved his hands in his pockets. You picked up your hair off your hot skin, holding it as if it were a ponytail. George’s gaze fell onto the exposed and shiny skin of your back, and he gulped.

Your head tilted up at the sky, and you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of the cold breeze on your sweaty skin.

“Are you having fun?” George asked you.

“With you?”

“Yeah, with me.”

“I am,” you responded, dropping your hair and looking at him.

He was already looking at you, like he so often was, and as you watched his eyes drift down to your lips, you realized Katie was right.

You didn’t want anything to do with this ball if George wasn’t with you, hell you didn’t want anything to do with life if George wasn’t with you.

You were being a sour-sport because deep down, you knew you had wanted George to ask you to the ball.

“George?” you said, and his eyes didn’t leave your lips.

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you ask me to the ball?”

At this, George’s eyes met yours and he wiped his face, as if he were in a dream and imagined you had said that.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you ask me?”

“I hadn’t realized,” he turned to look at his feet, “I just figured, you never seemed like you were that excited.”

“But you wanted to come with me?”

“Yes,” he answered quickly, not having to think about it.

“George,” you asked, and he turned to face you, “do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

Both of your mouths turned into wicked grins, and he nodded furiously. He stood up quickly and offered you his hand.

#harry potter #hogwarts #george weasley #george #weasley #fred and george #george weasley fic #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley imagine #george weasley x y/n #gryffindor #quidditch #weasley twins

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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An Unforgettable Halloween | Luke Patterson

Requested by anon: hiiiii! can i do a jatp luke x reader imagine where it’s halloween and reader runs into Luke and they spend the whole day making Luke forget he’s dead? thanks! <3 love your writing by the way

A/N: Thank you for this request, anon! I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you like it!! Idk why I always need to have the reader and Luke/Charlie singing together, but here ya go anyway. The song used is Favorite Place by All Time Low. :)

Pairing: Luke x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 4,447

Halloween. It’s never been my favorite holiday. My poor, feeble heart can’t handle all the scares and creepy stuff. And besides, it’s over commercialized, in my opinion. Capitalism just needed another reason to exploit a holiday. My best friend, Ava, tells me I hate the holiday because it reminds me of two years ago when a Halloween party traumatized me for the rest of my life. “Just because Brent made that day terrible, doesn’t mean the day will forever be terrible, Y/N,” she’d always say. Though that might be true, I still like to believe that’s not the only reason why I hate the holiday. “Just come with me to the party tonight, and you’ll see it’s not as bad as you think it is!” We’re on FaceTime while I’m doing homework and she’s trying to figure out what to wear to the annual Halloween party at Charlotte the popular girl’s house. Another reason to hate the holiday. Charlotte Parks is the typical popular girl trope in this story. Pretty, popular with the guys, a cheerleader. The cliché. “I don’t think I’m gonna do that, Av,” I say whilst tucking my pencil behind my ear and staring down the phone in front of me, balancing against my backpack on the end of my bed. “You know Charlotte and I don’t mix well together.” That’s true. Charlotte has always despised me, God knows why. For some reason unknown to me, she always has to find a way to ruin my life. “Her house is so big, you won’t even see her!” Ava reasons from her walk-in closet before walking back onto the screen, another dress in her hand. This one is a black bodycon number with a white collar at the top and fringes at the sleeves. “How about this one?” “That’s very Wednesday Adams!” I exclaim with a wide smile on my face, to which I receive a very impressed nod from my best friend. “You know Bobbi’s coming tonight, Av. Can’t cancel on her!” Roberta’s my cousin of 13, and she’s one of my best friends, no matter how lame that sounds. We’ve always been pretty good pals, since we’re the only girls in the family. We kind of had to stick together against the testosterone of our other cousins. She’s not actually coming tonight, but I needed a good excuse to get out of this party. “Take her with you!” she yells both excited and kind of desperate at the same time. “Ooh! How about I wear my pleather pants with, like, a black body and cat ears?!” She disappears into the wardrobe again. “She’s 13, Av! I’m not going to take her to a high school party!” I yell back whilst shaking my head in disappointment. “Wear whatever you want, Ava. I’m sure you’ll look amazing.” She appears into the picture again, her pleather pants halfway her butt and her bra on show. “Hey, is that my bra?!” I recognize that black lace with the gold detailing down the bust anywhere and I’ve lost that bra three weeks ago. “What? No! This is mine!” she says, but I can tell she’s lying. “You are unbelievable, Av!” I shake my head, grinning at my best friend. “I’m gonna have to go though. Send me a snap of your outfit once you’ve chosen!” She nods her head in response, walking up closer to her phone, which she had balanced somewhere on her drawers. “I really can’t convince you to come?” Her expression has suddenly turned serious. She really is bummed I don’t want to come out, but I don’t care. I can’t care. This is for my own good. At least then, I don’t have to see Charlotte. Or Brent. “I’m really sorry, Ava.... Maybe next year, yeah?” She sighs mournfully before nodding her head. “Have fun, okay? And be careful!” A smile appears on her face again. “I will, babes. Have fun with Bobbi!” She offers me a wave, which I return before yelling ‘bye’ and pressing the red button on my phone screen. Lying to my best friend is not my favorite thing to do, but she wouldn’t shut up when she found out what I’m actually gonna be doing. With a sharp exhale, I crawl off my bed and head downstairs where my parents are getting ready for their little get-together with their friends. Dad’s dressed in a pin-stripe suit, a fake mustache stuck on his upper lip and his hair gelled back tightly whilst mom’s wearing a black dress with a deeply cut V-neck and a large slit down the side. Gomez and Morticia Addams. Very spooky. “Don’t you two look dashing,” I compliment, watching them from the middle of the stairs, sitting down. Mom shoots me a kind smile as she fixes her slick hair. “What are you gonna do tonight, sweetie?” Dad asks, tightening his tie. “Probably gonna go get some food and watch some movies,” I shrug, placing my head in my hand, my elbow resting on my knee. “You know, the use.” Dad exhales sharply, smiling sympathetically. “Don’t give me that look, dad.” “I’m sorry, sweets. But I just wish you would act like a seventeen-year-old instead of an eighty year old.” I scoff at his statement. We had this discussion last year too. Both of them know what happened and why it’s so hard for me to enjoy this day. But they still give me shit for it. “I’m gonna have plenty of fun by myself. Even more so than if I did go to the stupid party,” I reason with him. He raises his hands in defeat before turning to his wife. “Just make sure the kids get their candies, yeah?” mom says instead, climbing a couple of stairs to press a kiss to my head. “I love you,” she whispers and heads down again. “Love you too. Have fun, guys.” Dad comes up to kiss me too before heading to the door with mom. With his hand on the doorknob, he looks back at me. “You know we only want you to be happy, right?” he says. I nod my head, offering him a smile. “I love you, sweets.” He walks out and shuts the door behind him, leaving me alone in the empty house. I sigh deeply before heading down and grabbing my Vans. Once they’re on my feet, I grab my wallet and exit the house. The cool October air hits my sweater-clad arms, sending a chill down my spine. As my feet tread down the pavement, my mind wanders to this day two years ago. Around this time, everything seemed normal. I was happy and excited to get to the Charlotte Parks Halloween extravaganza with my boyfriend Brent. We’d picked out a great couples’ costume. He was a wolf, and I was dressed as Red Riding Hood. I’d even taken the liberty to go all out with makeup and put a slash near my eye as though I’d been attacked by the wolf. Ava was a fan of that costume, more than Brent was. But when we neared the end of the night, everything crumbled down into shreds of sadness and anger. The residue of that anger wells up again until it’s knocked out of me when I bump into someone, making me stumble backwards. I would’ve fallen on my ass if it wasn’t for the hands capturing my arms to keep me from doing so. “I am so sorry, I--” I stop in my tracks as I look up into the gorgeous green eyes that belong to the attractive brunette that saved me from landing on the cold pavement. “A-are you okay?” he asks, letting go of me. “I--wait…” He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “You can see me? And you can touch me?” That’s the weirdest question I’d ever gotten. My eyebrows knit together now too, trying to figure out what’s happening and why this boy is so confused about our entire interaction. “Uhm, yeah? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with people?” “No. I mean -- yeah, but I’m not a person, technically,” he replies in a mumble. He cautiously looks up at me again. “I’m a ghost, actually.” I let the words sizzle through my brain until it decides to send me into a fit of laughter. “Right, yeah, it’s Halloween. Ghosts. I get it. Good one,” I say between laughs, patting the boy’s shoulder, which only sends him to more confusion. To be fair, he doesn’t feel like a normal person. His arms don’t feel like they’re made of flesh and blood, but rather something light and airy. He gapes at me with this inquisitive look on his face, which calms down the laughter abruptly. “You’re not really a ghost, are you?” I ask, just to be certain. “I am, actually…” he mutters and jams his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. “Me and my bandmates died in 1995 and this girl, Julie, brought us back as ghosts… She’s the only one who could see us… Until now,” he looks up at me with hope and confusion written all over his face. “But she can’t touch us… Are you sure you’re not dead either?” I snort at his last question. “Kinda wish I was today,” I blurt out. My eyes widen after the words left my mouth. “That sounds way too dark…” I chuckle, and the boy does too, but I think it’s more out of awkwardness than finding it funny. “Are you okay?” he asks. At first, I think about answering it superficially, but there’s this look on his face that makes me want to spill all the beans. He, too, seems lonely and distraught on this Halloween night. “I’m not actually,” I glance down at my feet, finding his feet are clad in the same shoes. I then let my eyes glide from his shoes all the way up to his face. He’s urging me to continue by tilting his head a little, shooting me a questioning glance. “Halloween isn’t my favorite holiday…” I clarify. The boy nods his head understandingly. “That explains the lack of costume,” he says, which makes me glance down at my doodled-on mom jeans and oversized sweater before chuckling. “You don’t do the dressing up either? Or is that not something ghosts do?” I query, pointing at his ensemble. He’s wearing black jeans with a shirt and long-lined jean jacket. “I mean, it’s not like anyone would see,” he jokingly says, which lets a giggle escape from my mouth. His smile widens upon hearing this ridiculous sound coming from me. “Where were you going so determinedly before I smashed into you?” he asks after a few beats of silence. “Oh, I was getting some food from the place on the end of our street. They got pretty decent sushi, and since I’m home alone tonight, I thought, why the heck not treat myself, right?” I curse at myself for sharing this much with a complete stranger, who is a ghost, nonetheless, but the chuckle that reaches my ears comforts me a little. “No parties to go to? Back in my day, Halloween parties were always the best.” I feel the smile on my face fade away at the reminder of the Halloween party I’m not attending tonight. “Yeah, no… I haven’t gone to any Halloween party in two years… Like I said, Halloween isn’t my favorite holiday.” He offers me a sympathetic smile. A silence then falls over us as we stand in the middle of the street, looking at each other, debating what to say. “So… I’m gonna go and get my sushi. Uhm… Sorry for bumping into you,” I apologize and lift a foot to start walking away, but his voice stops me. “Would you mind if I tagged along?” he asks, which renders me surprised. “I don’t eat, so you don’t have to buy me sushi, but I think I could use some company tonight… If you don’t mind, of course.” His eyes are filled with hope, and some sort of desire to hang out with someone other than those bandmates he was talking about. “Uhm, no… Yeah, sure. You can tag along. It might be a nice change from that lonely Halloween I always have,” I chuckle, and he does too. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” I say as he turns and falls into step with me. “Luke,” he introduces himself with a smile. “Why don’t you go to Halloween parties, Y/N?” I inhale sharply at this question. I was hoping he wouldn’t ask too much about it. But I guess I can never get out of that question anymore. Halloween is a big holiday around here. “Two years ago, I went to one with my boyfriend. It’s the party where I found out he was cheating on me with the one girl who always had it out for me.” It rolls off my lips with ease. Normally, I’d choke or start bawling my eyes out. But Luke’s aura is so calming and reassuring that I can’t help but feel okay telling the story. “I haven’t been able to go back since, much to my best friend’s dismay.” I roll my eyes amusedly thinking about Ava and her desperate attempts to get me to go each year. “That sucks, I’m sorry,” he says as we enter the sushi place. “You better grab your phone now if you wanna talk to me. People tend to give weird looks at people talking to themselves.” I get my phone from my back pocket and pretend to dial a number before pressing it to my ear, glancing up at Luke with a smile on my face. “Hey, how you doing?” I say into the phone, which makes Luke giggle. “Just know that your ex-boyfriend’s stupid for ever cheating on you,” he tells me before looking down at his feet. “I would never wanna hurt someone as pretty as you.” I can feel a blush creeping its way onto my cheeks, but decide to conceal it by jokingly saying, “Aw, you think I’m pretty.” He rolls his eyes, an amused smile on his face. “Next!” the guy from the sushi place yells. “Oh, hold on,” I say into my phone before placing it on the counter and facing the employer. “Uhm, the Halloween surprise box, please,” I order politely. The man nods curtly before getting into action. I grab my phone again and press it to my ear to continue talking to Luke while we make our way to a couple of chairs and tables set up for waiting customers. I let my eyes wander around the room. It’s decorated to the max with spiders in spiderwebs, pumpkins, skeletons, ghosts,... The lot. Then, my eyes fall onto Luke. He’s glancing around the place, letting his eyes wander until they find their way back to me. A shimmer appears in them when he finds me already looking at him. “So, you said you were in a band?” I ask, pretending to talk to the person on the other side of the line. “Oh, yeah! Me and three of my best friends were in this band called Sunset Curve. Three of us died on the night we were supposed to play the Orpheum,” he explains, and my eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets upon hearing the name of the venue. “The Orpheum?! You’re kidding, right?” He shakes his head, smirking. “You would’ve been legends.” The words come out in a whisper, hoping it wouldn’t upset him too much. “Yea, we would’ve been,” he sighs, then suddenly perks up again like an excited puppy, “But the girl I told you about, Julie? She can make us visible whenever we play with her! We’re now a band with her called Julie and The Phantoms!” I giggle at his endearing enthusiasm. “We would’ve had a gig at this really cool party in the Bel Air, but Julie got sick and had to cancel.” My eyes widen upon the words ‘party’ and ‘Bel Air’. Charlotte Parks lives in Bel Air. “That would be the party I’m not going to tonight,” I tell him, chuckling. “So, we would’ve met tonight either way.” He adds with a cheeky smile, “Some would say it’s fate.” I shake my head at him, but can’t help the smile on my face either. I want to add something to debunk his theory, but my name is called out by the sushi guy. I get up and take the box of sushi from him, shooting him a quick thank you before leaving the joint with Luke in tow. “Where do you wanna go?” he asks, bouncing up and down. “Oh, I was planning on watching some movies at home, but if you have a better idea to spend tonight? Anything is better than going to that Halloween party.” He purses his lips in ponder, his eyes darting up to the night sky. “Ooh! There’s this park I like to hang out at sometimes?” I raise my eyebrows at his suggestion, popping a piece of sushi in my mouth. I’m way too hungry to wait until we sit down to eat. “You haunt children’s playgrounds?” I ask after having swallowed the seafood. His eyebrows knit together at this as he narrows his eyes at me. “I don’t haunt children’s playgrounds. I hang out at them,” he corrects me. “You’re a ghost, sweetie. That’s haunting.” “It’s not!” he shouts. “It is so!” I laugh loudly, throwing my head back. “You’re lucky the kids are all trick or treating tonight, so we can go there. Might be a little more secluded for me to talk freely to you without worrying people will think I’m crazy.” He nods his head agreeingly. Once at the park, we take a seat in the grass. I have my legs crossed whilst Luke’s are spread out, his hands supporting the rest of his body behind him. “So, what do you do in life, Y/N? You know, besides avoiding parties,” he asks with a little smile plastered on his face. I look at him for a moment, chewing my sushi. This gives me the time to really look at him. He has really great bone structure. Sharp jawline, chiseled cheekbones, fine nose, deep-set, dreamy eyes. “Eating sushi,” I reply jokingly after I’d swallowed the piece of deliciousness. Luke lets out a laugh too. “I’m still in school, so I’m spending most of my time studying. And I like to think I’m a pretty decent writer.” He stares at me, giving me his undivided attention with the cutest smile plastered on his face. “What do you write?” he asks curiously as I pop another sushi in my mouth. I lift my hand to my mouth, and reply, “Poems,” before continuing to chew quickly. “Kinda like songs, then?” I shrug my shoulders. “They could be, but I don’t play any instrument, so I haven’t tried,” I reply and place the half-eaten box of sushi to the side, pulling my legs up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. “Do you write your own music?” He nods his head. “I wrote most of the songs in our band and now, I write with Julie for the new band,” he answers. As I’m thinking how much I’d like to hear him and his band play, he cuts those thoughts in two by asking, “Can I see your work?” I open my mouth, then close it. Then open again. I must look like a goldfish breathing. “I’ve never really shown anyone my work…” I trail off, debating whether or not I should show him. “Besides, my notebook is at home.” Luke suddenly gets up from the grass and reaches out his hand for me to take. I hesitate. Am I really going to take a complete stranger, a ghost, to my house to show my poetry, only to find out he hates it because it’s nothing like his songwriting? The answer is yes. I place my hand in his and let him pull me to my feet. Without letting go of my hand, he grabs the box of sushi and then guides me out of the park and lets me lead us towards my house. “Wait here,” I tell him as we’re in the foyer. He simply jams his hands into his pockets and nods his head curtly. I run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and then go to grab my notebook from my room, quickly storming back downstairs where Luke’s still waiting. I make my way to the living room and sit down on the couch. The boy cautiously trails behind me, and only comes to sit down after I pat the spot beside me. “It’s not that great, but… You know, it’s fun to do and a great outlet for anything I may be feeling.” I hand him the notebook and let him flip through all the pages. He stops on a few, reading it a little more thoroughly. It’s building some suspense in me. What if he doesn’t even like them? What if he, a songwriter, hates them? “Ah! This one!” he exclaims, and suddenly, with a whoosh, there’s an acoustic guitar on his lap. “One of the perks of being a musician spirit,” he tells me with a grin before strumming the instrument a little. He abruptly stops, looks at the page in my notebook again, and then softly tickles the strings. A beautiful melody pours out of the instrument before his melodic voice joins in too with the words I wrote. “I saw your face in the fire again I touched the flames and burned down everything I hear the sirens west of 8th now” He looks at me with a questioning glance as if asking for encouragement of some sorts. I offer him a smile, unsure of anything else I could be doing right now. His voice has rendered me silent. I think I could listen to him sing for hours. “Wonder if you're hearin' them too And I know you don't belong Know you don't belong to anyone” He focuses on the instrument again, making sure he’s still playing the right chords. “No you can't be tamed love Maybe I was wrong Maybe I was wrong for this But you feel like the perfect escape now Just like the sun on my face” His voice grows a little stronger, almost sounding raspier and more like a growl as he looks up again. I always thought it’d be cliché to melt when an attractive boy sings to me, but it’s actually happening to me right now. “So can we close the space between us now It's the distance we don't need Yeah, you're everything I love about The things I hate in me So come on, come on, come over now and Fix me with your grace 'Cause I'm not too far and you're my favorite place” “You sing this last part,” he tells me, pushing the notebook towards me before going back to playing his guitar. “I can’t sing, Luke,” I tell him, slightly panicking. “Sure you can. I’ll sing along, don’t worry,” he offers me a reassuring smile before putting more power behind his strumming while also leaning closer toward me to read the words. “So come on, come on, come over now and Fix me with your grace 'Cause I'm not too far and you're my favorite place” He now quits playing, placing his hands flat on the strings, and for a while we just stare at each other in disbelief. Disbelief about the song we just made together. Disbelief about how beautiful a voice he has. Disbelief about how attractive he is. I cough, breaking the eye contact, “That’s a great song, Luke… You can have it if you want,” I offer with a smile to try and hide the blush from heating up my cheeks. “No, Y/N, I couldn’t. That’s yours. Those are your words. Your words made this a great song.” “They’re just words without a melody,” I mutter, folding the edges of the paper nervously. “A song is quite boring without words though, isn’t it?” For some reason, I’m starting to think all of this could be a metaphor for us. Him being the melody and me being the words. I would be a plain and simple poem without him, and his life -- though I doubt it -- would be boring without me. “It would still be a song though,” I add, looking up at him again. One corner of his mouth curls up into a smirk, which makes me think he caught onto that metaphor I was thinking about. He suddenly grabs my hand and laces our fingers together. Before I can even register what’s happening, the front door suddenly opens, revealing a distraught-looking Ava. I let go of Luke’s hand and get up to help my best friend. “What’s wrong?” I ask her as she stumbles inside. I grab her just in time before she can hurt herself. She looks up at me, her makeup run out all the way to her chin and blood trickling down her nose, though I’m not sure if it’s real blood or part of her cat costume. “I punched Brent in the face and Charlotte punched me back,” she get out through sobs and hiccups. My eyes dart over to Luke, who’s watching this from the sofa. I almost forgot she can’t even see him. He offers me a small smile. “Why?” I ask and guide her to the couch. She nearly sits down on top of Luke, but I’m quick enough to guide her next to him while he vanishes. He pops back behind the couch, looking down at the drunk girl lying down on the sofa. “Because he was boasting about how he even managed to wrap the prude around his finger two years ago and got her to anything he wanted,” I swallow, remember those times people called me a prude because I covered up unlike girls like Charlotte who wore short skirts and plunging necklines. “I really don’t get what you saw in him, Y/N,” she mumbles while cuddling up to the pillow and letting her eyes flutter shut. “I hope you find someone that looks at you like I look at pizza.” I giggle at her drunken words before looking up at Luke to find him already looking at me. Kind of the same way Ava looks at pizza. A smile then finds its way to my face. Maybe Halloween isn’t as bad as I always thought it was.

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dccomicsimagines · 5 years ago

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Mirror Image - Young Justice Imagine

Requested by Anon - Can you write where the reader is the male twin of Artemis; who looks just like Sportsmaster, and is planning to dye his hair while thinking negatively to himself because of the unconscious reactions that his mom and sisters give him? And what their reactions would be when they find out?

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You sighed, unlocking the door to the apartment. It was late, probably around ten o’clock. You had to meet with a group from school to work on a project. Gotham Academy was all about group work. It made you miss your old school. You were still wondering how you and your twin, Artemis, got scholarships. It was suspicious.

“Who is it?” Paula, your mother, asked. She rolled out into the hallway. Her smile dropped when she saw you. You saw her eyes flash dangerously.

“Mom, it’s me.” A wave of exhaustion washed over you.

“Oh, sorry con trai.” Paula relaxed. Your heart lifted slightly at the nickname. Her smile returned. “How was your project? Did you get your work done?”

You kissed her cheek as you went to the kitchen. “Good. We’ll ace the project for sure.” Getting a drink from the fridge, you cursed your genes again. Why couldn’t you have looked more like your mother? You hated that your appearance always made her think of your father first.

“Artemis is in her room. Will you make sure her homework is done?” Paula watched as you quickly finished your drink.

“Yeah, sure.” You placed your cup in the sink and left to Artemis’ room. The door was shut with soft music playing inside. You bit your lip before timidly knocking on the door.

“Mom! I said I’m working on it!” The door opened. Artemis gasped. “Dad.” Suddenly, her fist went flying toward your face, but you ducked just in time.

You caught her fist. “It’s me, but thanks for that.” Your heart sank. “Mom wanted me to make sure you have your homework done.”

Artemis yanked her fist out of your grasp. “Sorry, you just look so much like him since you got your last growth spurt.” She crossed her arms, blushing in embarrassment. “I’m working on it.”

“Do you want help?” You found yourself asking her, despite the urge to go lock yourself in your room.

She made a face that reminded you of the time where she almost stabbed you in the eye with one of her arrows. It was caused by a fight that your father instigated between the two of you. Now you really wanted to run. “I got it.”

“Fine. Night.” You hurried away and escaped to your room. Locking your door, you sighed, leaning against it. The mirror on your wall glowed from the streetlight drifting in through the window. You glared at it. It shined back your reflection and even you almost thought you were your father for a brief second. You pulled off your shoe and tossed it at the mirror. It shattered, sending glass everywhere.

“(Y/N), what was that?!” your mom asked, her voice coming down the hall.

“Nothing, Mom. My mirror just fell off the wall,” you said through the door.

Paula knocked on your door. “Are you alright?”

You debated opening the door, but then you thought about how her eyes would narrow as she would first see your father instead of you. “Yeah, don’t worry about me.”

“Okay.” Paula sounded hurt. You heard her roll back down the hall.

“I can never win.” You whispered, closing your eyes tiredly.

***

You adjusted your mask. “Remember we’re not related. Green Arrow just happens to be our mentor. That’s how we know each other,” Artemis said sternly.

“Yes, you tell me everyday.” You sighed. Artemis relaxed and led you to old phone booth zeta tube in an Gotham alleyway. “And keep my mask on.”

Artemis turned to look at you. There was the flash of pure resentment before it faded. Even with the mask on, you still looked very much like your father. “You look way too much like Dad.”

“I get reminded every day.” You nodded for her to go in first. She bit her lip. Guilt flared in her eyes. It made you only feel slightly satisfied. She went inside. The computer spoke and she disappeared in the gold light.

You entered the zeta tube. The computer’s voice echoed as you closed your eyes at the bright light. You started walking forward to find yourself suddenly walking into the cave.

“Woah, did you and (Y/H/N) come together today?” Kid Flash aka Wally teased at Artemis. He made kissing noises. You shook your head, smiling when Artemis flipped him off. Wally laughed before zooming off to somewhere. The scent of freshly made cookies floated in the air.

M’gann flew into the room with a plate of cookies in her hand. “I tried this brookie recipe.” She stopped by you. “Want one, (Y/N)? It’s half cookie half brownie.”

“Sure, thanks.” You took one and bit into it. It was still warm, melting into your mouth. “This is great, M’gann.”

She blushed. “You’re welcome.” She flew away. You watched her go to Artemis and offer her a cookie. Finishing off the cookie, you headed to the training room. Conner was inside, lifting weights.

“Hey Conner.” You joined him. He grunted in response. “You want me to add another weight to that? Looks too easy for you.”

“I’m fine. Everything is fine.” Conner gave you a look that made you glad he didn’t have heat vision.

“You okay?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Because you don’t sound fine.”

“Are you okay?!” Conner dropped the weight. It crashed to the floor with a loud echoing boom. “I said I’m fine.”

You flinched, frowning. “I get it. I’ll leave you alone.” You turned toward the door. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably.

Conner sighed. “Sorry.” He cleared his throat, picking up the weight to put it away. “I...I went to see Superman. He still won’t talk to me.” You turned back to him, surprised.

“What an asshole.” You smiled, sitting down on the bench. Conner kept his back to you.

“Yeah, I guess he is,” Conner chuckled. You watched the tension drain out of his shoulders. “It’s just hard. I was always meant to replace Superman if he should fall. It never occurred to me that he wouldn’t want to meet me.” Conner frowned, crossing his arms. “I can’t get away from it. I get reminded every time I look in the mirror.”

You nodded. “I get it.” Conner looked at you curiously. “I look a lot like my dad to the point everyone in my family thinks I’m him for a second before they see me.” You realized Artemis would kill you for mentioning your family, but you figured it was safe as long as you didn’t mention your family was also Artemis’.

“Most people would be happy to look like their father.” Conner sat down next to you. You gave him a sad smile.

“My father is not a good man.” You swallowed hard.

Conner snorted. You both fell silent for a long time. A weight left your chest for a time, knowing you were with someone who first saw you for yourself. However, reality came crashing back as Batman’s voice called everyone to the mission room. Conner got up to leave first, but stopped and looked back at you. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

“You’re welcome.” You followed him, getting a rare genuine smile from Conner.

***

“What are you doing here?” Cheshire hissed in your face as she sat on your chest with her knees on your arms to hold you down. “I told you I don’t need your help.”

“Jade, it’s me, (Y/N).” You groaned. Jade had grown since the last time she tackled you way back before she ran away from home. You had grown too, but she was still making it hard for you to breathe.

She relaxed and climbed off you. “Sorry. You just look so much like our father.”

“Right.” You coughed, sitting up. The mission had gone haywire, and you got separated from everyone else. You were just about to get your bearings when Jade jumped you. “How are you, sis?”

Jade snorted, taking her mask off. She offered you a hand. You eyed it before taking it and getting to your feet. “You joined the Justice League group with Artemis, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, and you joined the League of Assassins.” You shook your head, rubbing your sore back. She hit you hard. “I can’t believe you work with Dad.”

“Shut up. It’s the job.” Jade crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Does your group know who our family is? Artemis desperately doesn’t want them to know. She let me go last time we met to prevent me from spilling the beans.”

“No.” You glanced around, taking in the surroundings. “They think we only know each other because of Green Arrow.” You frowned. “What are you doing here?”

Jade just smirked before putting her mask back on. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She patted your shoulder. “It was nice to see you, little brother.” She threw down a smoke bomb and disappeared. You coughed, the smoke going straight into your lungs. “You should change your face. They’re going to find out if you keep looking so much like our father.” Her voice echoed in the room.

You caught your breath. “Where did you...” Suddenly, something hit you hard on the back of the head and everything went black.

***

A bright light blinded you as you opened your eyes. Your head throbbed like it was being run over by a semi truck. “He’s awake,” Batman said as a black form appeared in your vision. The soft surface you laid on shifted.

“Oh, thank god.” Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around you. From the voice, you guess Artemis was hugging you. “Don’t you ever do something like that again.” She smacked your arm.

“Ouch.” You moaned, blinking as the room came into focus. You sat up. The clean white walls of the cave’s med bay surrounded you. It made you want to puke. “Don’t hit me.”

Suddenly, a bright light shined into your eye. You jumped, but a heavy hand rested on your shoulder. “I’m checking your pupils.” Batman turned off the light and slowly you were able to see again. “They’re dilating normally, but I suspect you have a concussion at least.”

Artemis held you tighter and you felt sicker. “Is there a garbage can?” You swallowed hard, a metallic taste forming in your mouth. Artemis jumped away from you and stuck a bucket in your face just in time.

You felt Batman rubbing your back as you gagged. Artemis went to the door. The rest of the team’s voices floated in, but Artemis wouldn’t let them in. It was at this point you realized your mask was off. Your heart sank.

Once you were done, Batman took the bucket away and handed you a glass of water. “What happened?” he asked.

You sipped the water, glancing toward Artemis. Batman followed your gaze. “Artemis, go call Green Arrow,” he said pointedly. She blinked in surprise before stepping out of the room. Once the door was shut, Batman turned back to you.

“I got separated from the others.” You sipped more water as your mouth dried out. “And Cheshire jumped me.”

Batman stared at you. You hated that you couldn’t see his eyes. His mouth was a firm line. “Your sister?”

You swallowed hard, glancing at the door in case Artemis came in. “Yeah, she thought I was my dad, but then she relaxed when she saw it was me. We talked a little, then she disappeared with a smoke bomb and I got hit in the head.” You touched the back of your head, wincing at the lump there.

He frowned. “What did you tell her?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head only to have the pain in your head intensify. “Ouch.”

“Take it easy.” Batman examined the lump on the back of your head.

“She asked if I was on the Team with Artemis and I said yes. I asked if she was with the League of Assassins and she said yes. That was it, I didn’t betray the Team.” Your eyes widened, chest tightened.

“I know you wouldn’t. Calm down.” Batman pushed you to lay down again, moving your head so you didn’t lay on the lump. “We’re going to have to do a few scans to make sure you didn’t crack your skull. Your mother has already been called and is up to date on the situation.”

You sighed. “Damn it. I don’t want to worry her.” You closed your eyes, suddenly very tired.

“Rest now.” Batman patted your arm. You tried to relax, but a nagging memory of your father popped into your head. He laughed, saying you were very much his son, pride radiating from him. You didn’t remember when that happened.

“How long did it take everyone to find me?” you whispered, eyes still closed. Batman was still nearby, washing out the bucket.

“Twenty minutes. Why?” Batman came back to your side. You heard him set the bucket on the bedside table.

“Was I alone?” A long silence followed and you knew your answer. “Sportsmaster was with me, wasn’t he?”

Batman cleared his throat. You opened your eyes to look at him. “He was, but he ran off when Superboy attacked him. The rest of the team didn’t see him.”

You sighed. “Great. Just great.” You closed your eyes, hating your face once more.

***

Artemis glared at you from the doorway of your bedroom. At least you knew the hatred in her eyes was for you alone this time. “I can’t believe Superboy saw you with your mask off and next to Dad.”

“I was unconscious, Artie. What did you want me to do?” You shifted on your bed, staring up at the ceiling that was way too familiar for comfort. A week of bedrest was way too long.

“Wally was asking me why you look so much like Sportmaster,” Artemis exploded, throwing her arms in the air. “I told him I don’t know, because I don’t know you!”

You flinched. Her words stabbed at your heart. “It’s okay. I can explain it when I finally get off bedrest.”

“Robin’s been snooping around too!” Artemis kicked a shoe on your floor. It slammed against the broken mirror that you had placed on the wall again. The mirror crashed to the floor, breaking the rest of the glass.

“Artemis!” Paula rolled down the hall with fire in her eyes. “Leave your brother alone. He needs his rest.” She saw the broken mirror. “Clean this up now!”

Your sister stormed off. “It’s fine, Mom,” you said. Paula came to your bedside and rested her hand on your forehead. “Mom, I have a concussion, not a fever.”

“I know.” She frowned. “I don’t like that your father hit you.”

“We don’t know if he did.” You bit your lip, looking away from her. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her eyes flash. She wasn’t seeing you again. Exhaustion washed over you, deep into your bones. “I’m tired.”

“Yes, rest.” Paula left the room. Artemis came in and cleaned up the glass. You pretended to be asleep. Your heart burned with the determination to take Jade’s advice and change your face.

***

You stared at the box of hair dye as you stood in the boys’ locker room at the cave. It took you a long time at the drug store to get up the courage to buy it, and now you had to work up the nerve to use it.

Today was your first day of freedom after the week on bedrest. The lump on your head disappeared, but you still felt a dull ache once and a while. However, you promised yourself that you would change your appearance today. The cave seemed the safest place to do that. No one was here at the moment.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the box and read the instructions. It was complicated, but you took out the different bottles. You took off your shirt.

“What are you doing?” Conner’s voice sounded from behind you.

You screamed, dropping one of the dye bottles into the sink. Luckily, you didn’t open it yet.

Conner snorted, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously? I scared you?”

“I didn’t think anyone was around.” You lined the bottles up. Blood rushed to your face, unable to look at Conner. He came over and picked up the dye box. You waited for him to say something.

“You’re going to have to do your eyebrows too or it will look strange,” Conner said, picking up the instructions.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “So you’re not going to talk me out of it?”

“Why?” Conner blinked. “It’s not like we’re doing plastic surgery or something. Hair color isn’t that big of a deal. M’gann does it all the time.”

“M’gann’s a shapeshifter.” You bit your lip. Nerves made you jumpy.

Conner grunted, shrugging his shoulders. He set the instructions down and picked up the first bottle. You smiled, glad to have the help.

***

“I’m home,” you called as you entered the apartment. You had a skip in your step. Your hair a new, shockingly different color. Thanks to Conner, the dye job turned out better than you hoped.

“Con trai?” Paula came out of the kitchen with a plate in hand. Upon seeing you, the plate dropped to the floor. “What did you do to your hair?”

“What? I like it.” You smiled when the look of anger and disappointment didn’t come over her. She was finally seeing you first. You could have danced from joy.

A deep frown came to Paula’s lips. Your joy faltered. “Wash it out of your hair now.” She pointed to the bathroom.

“It’s not going to work, Mom. I’ve already washed my hair and it’s here to stay.” You shrugged, hiding your pain behind indifference.

Artemis appeared in the doorway. “What the hell, (Y/N)?” Her eyes almost popped out of her head at your hair.

You smiled, happy when she saw you for you. It was working. “What? It’s my hair. I can do what I like.” You looked at Artemis. Her jaw was on the floor. “Now you don’t have to worry about everyone thinking I look like Dad, huh?”

“Is that why you did this?” Paula asked, taking your hand. “(Y/N), I’m proud that you look so much like your father. He was...is a handsome man.”

You wondered if she was sane. A bitter laugh escaped you as you pulled your hand away from Paula’s. “Seriously?” You looked at Artemis who was scowling. “Both of you never see me first. It’s always Dad. Don’t think I don’t see it.” You snapped at Paula before she could speak. The hurt look on her face made you hesitate, but your pain kept you going. “It’s always this flash of anger and hate before you finally realize it’s me. I’m sick of it.” You spun away to your bedroom, but Artemis grabbed your arm.

“That’s not true...” she began, but you jerked your arm out of her grasp.

“You know it is.” You narrowed your eyes dangerously at her. “Come on, weren’t you just yelling at me the other day for having my mask off and making the team wonder why I look like Sportsmaster?” Her eyes dropped. “Yeah, can’t say anything, can you?” Your voice was colder than you ever heard it be before.

Hurrying to your bedroom, you slammed the door and locked it. Your cheeks were wet with what you thought might be tears, but you told yourself it wasn’t. You didn’t care, yet your cheeks stayed wet for a long time.

***

“(Y/N), I have dinner,” Artemis whispered through your bedroom door. “It’s your favorite.” Your stomach rumbled at the thought, but you stayed lying on your bed.

“Go away.” You turned on your side to face away from your door.

Artemis sighed loud enough for you to hear. Little scratching sounds came from the door before it opened. “You’re going to eat. I don’t care.” Artemis came in. You turned to find Paula’s credit card in her hand. She used that to open the lock, a trick Jade had taught you both.

You narrowed your eyes at her. She glowered back at you. “I’m not hungry, Artie.” You laid back down and turned away from her.

“Look, I’m sorry.” She set the tray of food down on your bedside table. The smell made your stomach growl loudly. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I was ashamed of you because you were unlucky enough to look exactly like Dad.”

You turned and took the food, unable to stop yourself. “Whatever,” you mumbled between bites.

“Don’t whatever me. I’m trying to make amends.” She crossed her arms. “And I like your new hair by the way. I mean I was shocked at first, but you do look good.”

Raising an eyebrow, you eyed her as you took a bite of food. “You really think so?”

“Yeah.” She pursed her lips. “You should talk to Mom. She’s hurt, and she cleaning the kitchen to the point where nothing will be left if we don’t stop her.”

“Can I finish eating first?” You laughed, happier than you had been in a long time.

Artemis giggled, plopping down beside you and stealing some of your food. “You’re always thinking about food.”

“I’m always thinking about food? You just stole some.” You nudged Artemis, making her laugh. Suddenly, you felt she was your sister again and for the first time in a long time, you were comfortable in your own skin.

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Something Great

pairing : mingyu x reader

synopsis : he knows napkins are used for cleaning up messes, but he can’t help but write cute notes to his favorite cashier.

genre : fluff, slight angst

word count : 3.5k

warnings : mentions of cheating

posted : 11/26/20

a/n : this isnt proofread. so i apologize if some things dont make sense.

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Kim Mingyu or coward for short, according to Chan’s dictionary. Chan has watched this man admire you for so long, yet he has never grown a pair to ask you out. Even Mingyu wanted to ask you out, but like hell he’d know what to say.

Mingyu’s eyes watched your every move, and yes he knows it's creepy, Chan told him already, but he couldn’t help it. The man is absolutely infatuated with you.

“Why don’t you just ask them out? I mean it’s not like they don’t have your order memorized already.”

“Shut up Chan, they have yours memorized too. And dude, you really believe that they’d like ME?”

Chan looked at the elder, dumbfounded. He really couldn’t believe what was coming out of his best friend's mouth.

“You act like I wouldn’t date you if I was gay. Believe me, if you weren’t all soft and innocent, you’d know you could pick up.

Mingyu rolled his eyes at that, choosing to avoid any further questions. He has watched you for a couple months now, and no, not like stalking, but just frequent visits at his favorite coffee shop to see his favorite cashier.

If you were being honest, you didn’t notice Mingyu. The reason you know his and Chan’s order is because they always come at 3:30 which is 30 minutes right after you start your shift. Plus, they order the same thing over and over again. But it doesn’t change the fact that all you know is their order and names. You didn’t have time or the attention span to get to know them, and honestly, you didn’t really want to. So you go about your day, going through the same routine like you’re riding a carousel.

Mingyu goes about his day too, the only difference is you’re on his mind 24/7. He always gets excited whenever his afternoon classes end because that means he can drag Chan to accompany him to the cafe.

Chan glared hard at Mingyu who had all of his homework out, but wasn’t doing any work. “Dude, if you’re only going to drag me here to watch you stare at your imaginary significant other, don’t bring me next time.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll work.” Mingyu took his final glance at you as you took someone's order before he opened his laptop and began his homework.

Chan left early due to a group project meeting that he failed to remember to go to until he got an angry call from Seungkwan. Mingyu looked at the empty seat in front of him, thinking about everything Chan said, or mainly what he has been repeating ever since Mingyu stepped foot into the cafe many months ago.

He wants to confess, but all he is to you, is a regular customer. That’s all he’ll ever be but Mingyu can’t help but wonder and have a little hope that you probably look forward to him showing up at 3:30.

It’s good that he has hope but it shouldn’t be high because he probably wouldn’t be able to handle the fact that you had a boyfriend. It wasn’t something that everyone knew because the two of you weren’t exactly known in school. Hell, people call you coffee cashier because they don’t have the time to read your nametag.

Mingyu checked the time and saw that it was 4:30. He had to leave before your shift ends, not to follow you, no, but to write you your note. He’s been writing you small notes once a week, telling you what he admires about you as well as telling you about his day. It’s kinda creepy, but shouldn’t people like these types of things? It’s sweet, right?

He took a napkin and quickly wrote his note. He gathered his things as he took another look at you and left the cafe.

“Oh YN~” You rolled your eyes, hearing your coworker say your name in a singing tune.

“What is it Joshua?”

“Your secret admirer has striked, once again.” He held out his hand holding the napkin which contained the note.

“You’re kidding. You sure you’re not the one writing these?” Your eyes narrowed at Joshua who scoffed.

“Just be glad that someone out there actually likes you. And don’t give me that ‘I have a boyfriend’ crap. He’s not good FOR you or even TO you and you know it.” He grabbed your arm and set the napkin on your palm before returning to his station.

You sighed and looked at the napkin in your hand. Why couldn’t this person just approach you and tell you these things or even try to talk to you? Or maybe they do talk to you, you just don’t know who it is.

Impossible, you don’t have any friends :)

You unfolded the napkin, reading the note:

Hi YN,

I hope you've had a lovely day today. It looks like you did, considering how your eyes lit up when someone walked in. I wish I had your energy. Anyway, I hope your day continues to stay amazing and always keep that smile on your face. It looks beautiful on you :) lyric of the week : ‘i want you here with me’

-anon

You couldn’t lie, the notes always made your week, but the lyrics are very vague and you always try to figure out which song it’s from. They were very sweet and you were so curious about who it could be, but at the same time, it scares you. You were falling for their words, and it was such a dangerous thing because, one, you had a boyfriend, and two, words can be deceiving.

You put the napkin in your pocket and walked to the break room, taking your apron off and clocking out. Taking your bag and coat off the table, you walked out of the break room.

“Alright Shua, I’m heading out.”

“Later YN. Give my worst to the man.”

You rolled your eyes, silently agreeing with him as you dreaded to go home to the man you… dated.

“Okay Mingyu, I have an idea, and hear me out.” Mingyu pursed his lips as he looked at his younger friend. “Why don’t you try to talk with YN?”

Mingyu stopped in his tracks, “Are you crazy?”

The two were walking to the cafe when Chan proposed his idea. He didn’t know what was wrong with the idea, it seemed like a really good plan because Mingyu would be establishing a friendship with you.

“No, you’re crazy. I’m gonna go and try to be their friend while you stand back and watch, wishing it was you instead. And you can’t get mad if they fall in love with me instead of youuu~” Mingyu glared, storming into the cafe, the serious look on his facial features fading completely into a soft smile as you greeted him.

“Hi Mingyu! Hey Chan? The usual?”

“Hey-“

“YN!” Mingyu looked at Chan who appeared from behind him.

“Yes, we would like the usual, thank you.”

You smiled and clicked your tongue, “You got it.”

Chan approached the counter as he turned his head, shooting Mingyu a wink before turning to look at you, who was preparing the drinks.

“So YN, Mingyu and I kinda come here often but we never really talked to you. I think it’d be nice to get on some sort of friendship level, don’t you think?”

This is what you wanted to avoid, the friendship. It wasn’t a bad idea, but you just didn’t have the time or energy to go and trust some people you barely know, even if they were regulars. You’ve had your back stabbed plenty of times before and you don’t know if you could handle any more of it.

By now, Mingyu was standing next to Chan, silent as he watched you make their coffee. “Uh, I mean sure, but it’d have to be here because I’m very busy outside of work.” You smiled as you handed them their drinks, lying straight to their faces.

“Oh that’s cool, we just want to be able to talk to you if you were bored here,” Chan was very genuine with his words, but he also wanted to help Mingyu, in which he was thankful for.

“Alright cool, can’t wait to greet you guys tomorrow as my friends.”

Well, now you can’t get out of this one.

“You know, that Mingyu guy is very sweet to you.” You looked at the said man, sitting in his usual spot at the corner of the cafe with Chan.

“He is Shua, I didn’t say he wasn’t.”

“I know that, but you’ve been ‘friends’ with them for like almost two weeks now. I suggest you ditch the ass and get with Mingyu.”

You laughed softly. Joshua didn’t know that you already left the said ass so your mind began to spin as you actually considered the idea.

He’s been cheating on you, and you knew it, you just pretended that you didn’t. You didn’t have the mental energy to breakup with him, but you caught him, so you had to.

“Shua.”

He hummed, turning to look at you.

“I broke up with him.”

“FUCK YES!” His arms shot up, a muffin and a pair of tongs in his hands, “Fucking finally oh my god. Absolutely hate that man.”

You shook your head and sat on a stool, eyes averting over to the corner. Mingyu is a sweet guy, and he is fairly good looking. Who are you kidding, a man like that should be in a relationship. But what if he was in a relationship with you?

“YN? YN!”

You blinked, looking away from the now empty seat and over to Joshua who was smirking at you.

“You were staring.”

“No I wasn’t, what is it?”

He smirked but let it slide, holding out his hand that contained another napkin.

“Well at least you know your secret admirer is still alive after they didn’t leave a napkin last week.”

You took the napkin and went into the break room after thanking him. You really needed this note to cheer you up because if you were being honest, you really did like your ex, and it hurts to know he didn’t care.

Hi YN,

I’m sorry I didn’t write last week. I don’t even know if you get these, but last week, I felt very conflicted. I didn’t know if I should stop so I tested the waters. But today, you didn’t have that spark in your eyes so I secretly hoped it was because you didn’t get a letter last week, so you were probably sad you might not get one this week. That’s probably not it though. I just hope your day gets better and hopefully this note will give you a smile because someone out there (me hehe) admires you. Lyric of the week : ‘come on jump out at me, come on bring everything’ (p.s. It’s all from the same song)

-anon

You sighed softly, biting your lip to fight off the smile creeping onto your face. You really wanted to know who gave you these letters, or where they were left.

Heading out, you called for Joshua. “Shua! Where do you find these napkins?”

“You know how I’m on clean up duty? I usually find them by the trash. Sometimes I find them on the counter where people pick up their drinks or on tables. It’s not always in one spot.”

You pouted, disappointed that it wasn’t only in one spot as you were hoping you could figure out who the mystery person is. You bid Joshua goodbye, heading home for the rest of the evening.

Joshua watched as you left, whipping out his phone, and texting his friend.

Joshua : dude, better hurry up and tell them. this anon man is trying to steal them from you.

Mingyu : aren’t you forgetting that I am the anon man.

Joshua : well i know that, but it’s getting boring. make your move!

Mingyu : dude they don’t like me!

Joshua sighed. He truly thinks that you’re trying to convince yourself that you have no feelings for Mingyu. Meanwhile, Mingyu is the perfect guy who is trustworthy and would treat you right, but you’re completely blinded by the fact that all men are the same.

Joshua : just wait dude, one day, you’ll see that they do.

Joshua’s words made Mingyu’s head spin the whole weekend. He was sure that you had zero interest in him. Although you greet him everyday with that same blinding smile, he knows that it’s only a platonic feeling and just you showing your kindness. Not only that, Chan had found out that you just got out of a relationship, so you probably wouldn’t want to be in one. But if you were in a relationship, shouldn’t Joshua have known? That’s what brought Mingyu to the coffee shop on Sunday afternoon. You don’t work on Sundays but Joshua does, and Mingyu was determined to get answers.

It wasn’t busy when Mingyu walked in. The place was empty, the only person there was Joshua who was sitting behind the counter on his phone.

“Joshua,” He looked up from his phone and smiled.

“Hey man, what are you doing here? YN doesn’t have a shift today.” Mingyu nodded and walked up to the counter, resting his hands on top and leaned forwards a bit.

“Yeah, I know. I just had a question. I don’t know if you can tell me or not, so I understand.”

“What’s up?”

“How long have you known that YN was in a relationship?” Joshua pursed his lips, heart rate increasing as he searched for the right words to say.

“Uh, I’m gonna be honest. The whole time,”

“What-”

“-Hear me out!” Joshua took a deep breath in. He’s known Mingyu for so long, longer than you. And he’s known that Mingyu has had a crush on you since the very beginning. So when he found out that you got a boyfriend, he didn’t know how to break the news to his friend.

“YN and their ex only dated for about three months, or even less than that! At first, I didn’t know how to tell you because I didn’t want this to affect you, but then when they introduced me to him, I knew they wouldn’t have lasted. The guy was a complete asshole and didn’t like the fact that I was friends with them. I had- no, I HAVE hope for you because I knew he either would have fucked up or they would realize that he was too toxic for them.” Joshua stared at his friend who was deep in thought.

“Mingyu, I’m telling you as your friend, keep writing those notes to them because they absolutely LOVE them. They don’t show it often, but trust me, it makes YN really happy.”

Those words encouraged Mingyu, giving him the tiny ounce of hope that he needed to continue. He made a mental promise to always greet you when he walks in, and to always tell you to have a good day when he leaves. Maybe that will make a difference, along with the anon notes.

“Alright man, I’ll trust you.”

A month has passed and Mingyu managed to become a close friend that you cherished deeply. You even told him about the anon notes that you’ve been receiving. It really caught you off guard because Chan would usually be the one to greet you whereas Mingyu would just nod his head, but now you saw this puppy like side of him.

Thank god you don’t work morning shifts because that’s when it's really busy and due to the holidays coming up, everyone is shopping during the afternoon. You were sitting on the stool, making conversation with Joshua.

“So~ how’s it going with Mingyu?” He wiggled his eyebrows, teasing you.

“What do you mean?” He scoffed at your attempt on playing dumb.

“YN, I can see the way you look at him AND how he looks at you. You both are crushing on each other and it's so disgusting to watch you both deny it.”

“HA! He does not like me, Shua. You wanna know how I do.” Joshua internally panicked, hoping Mingyu didn’t fuck up, “He told me that he has been crushing on this other person for so long. He even asked me for advice on how to ask them out- well, I told him how I would want a guy to ask me out, but that doesn’t matter.”

Joshua looked at her, intrigued and thought about how clever Mingyu played this out, “Well? What did you tell him to do?”

You looked down and smiled, imagining that it was you Mingyu was confessing to, but slowly turned into a scowl. “I just said for him to make it simple. Like a bouquet of their favorite flowers with a cute note that confesses to them.”

Joshua nodded his head, knowing exactly what was going to happen as he saw Mingyu standing outside of the cafe with your favorite flowers in his hand, and a small note attached to it. He looked back at your slumped form, sighing loudly to get your attention.

“Why are you sighing?” Mingyu slowly opened the door, trying not to make the bells ring. “I’m the one who likes a man who is going to confess to someone else.”

After making it inside and slowly approaching the counter, Mingyu held the bouquet behind his back, signaling for Joshua to talk.

“You sure it isn’t you he is going to confess to?”

“And why would he like someone like me?”

“Oh my god YN, just turn around.”

You shot Joshua a confused look before spinning on the stool to see Mingyu in front of you. You heard Joshua stand up, whispering a ‘have fun’ before making his way to the break room. Mingyu smiled shyly before moving his arm from behind his back, revealing the bouquet of flowers before you. You softly gasped, your eyes not believing what they’re seeing.

“Hi YN.” You looked into Mingyu’s eyes that were filled with hope. “Before you say anything, yes, I do like you and yes, I did trick you into telling me how you would want a guy to confess to you, so here I am. Confessing. To you.” You could hear the nervousness in his voice as it shook slightly when he spoke.

“I-I, uh, I honestly can’t believe it Mingyu.” He handed you the flowers carefully as you smelled them. “Thank you.” He smiled at you, his eyes moving back and forth from the note to your face. “Okay, okay, I’ll read it.” You took the note off of the clip, butterflies rushing in your stomach as you unfolded the paper.

Hi YN,

It’s me Mingyu. Well you already know that because I’m standing right in front of you. But anyway, this is my poor attempt at confessing because I have a hard time saying the right words on the spot. But doesn’t this seem familiar to you? Reading a note? Except this time, you can put a name to the anonymous person. Ta da, I’m the mystery person who has been writing you notes for the longest time. Joshua has been one of my closest friends for a long time too and he’s known about my feelings for you. At first, this was a simple testing the waters thing, but when he told me about how you said your day always gets better when you read them, I couldn’t stop. I hope this doesn’t affect anything because I’ve liked you for so long, it actually hurt because you’re all that I’ve ever wanted. I’m hoping that maybe it will come true and this will turn into something great. Oh by the way, the song is called ‘Something Great’ by One Direction.

-Mingyu

You looked up from the paper to see Mingyu biting his lower lip in anticipation. “You’re my secret admirer?”

He scratched the back of his neck, shyness washing over his face, “Uh, maybe.”

You smiled, happiness flowing in your veins as you put the flowers down, hopping over the counter and engulfed Mingyu into a tight hug. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around your body, holding you closer to his. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to know who the person was. I’m so happy it was you all along.”

He smiled as you both slightly pulled away, “So I’m taking a guess that you like me back?” You giggled and nodded your head eagerly as he let out a breath of relief. “Oh thank god. Joshua was making me worried, I almost didn’t come here today.”

“He did what?”

Your heads turned to the voice erupting from the room in the back, “Mingyu! You weren’t supposed to out me like that. AND IF YOU WANT TO KISS YN, ASK THEM.” You moved to look back at Mingyu, face bright red as he avoided eye contact.

“Uhm, uh, c-can I?”

You looked up, pretending to be in thought before cupping his face in your hands and placing your lips softly onto his. His hands on your hips, upper body leaning into yours as he got lost in the feeling of finally getting to hold you and how he has the person of his dreams.

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katsukikitten · 5 years ago

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Hi, could you do a scenario or headcanons of a reader who feels like a burden towards everyone? And they can’t really speak up about it so the become more withdrawn x bakugo? Fluff pls

Useless

A/N anon hopefully this is what you wanted and needed. I know it's hard but be kind to yourself my lovely bbs

If you had one word to describe yourself what would it be?

A few come to mind as you reread the question on the board.

Troublesome.

Burdensome

Useless.

You flick your mechanical pencil as you debate writing them. If you write them down won't that be a red flag to someone?

This is an assignment after all. Aizawa Sensei is sure to read it and either, one, give you an F in red ink, or two, give you an F in red ink AND a lecture.

Neither will help your mood.

The bell rings but you don't notice, too absorbed in the question truly trying to find a positive word that might have a sliver of truth to it. Several minutes pass and still you do not notice the rest of the class shoving papers into backpacks shuffling out. Now long gone already half way to the dorm.

Nor do you notice the looming body in front of your desk with a deadly gaze.

"Oi." You jump out of your skin from the sudden harsh tone. The hot head narrows his gaze.

"Its been almost twenty minutes moron. They're gonna eat all the fucking food at the dorm if you don't get your ass in gear." He snarls, red eyes staring down his nose.

"Ah sorry B..Bakugou-senpai." Your hands shake as you gather your stuff, damning yourself for not noticing the cues.

You had told All Might and Aizawa that you didnt belong in the hero course, let alone UA.

Anyone would have jumped in front of that semi truck to save the little girl and her cat.

Anyone would have turned their body just right to take the brunt of the force to keep the girl and cat safe.

It's not like you even did that well, sure they were left with out a scratch but you still wrecked that truck. You weren't *fast* enough to move out of the way, so the front of the truck wrapped around your sturdy frame as if it were an old jacket.

You were lucky the driver wasn't quirkless, that he could harden his skin much like Kirishima.

Bakugou sucks his teeth as he begins to leave you behind.

"W...wait please." You say but trip over the chair in front of you that juts out of the normal neat line.

"Pay attention." He growls and you shrink away, walking slowly behind him.

You add oblivious to the ever growing list.

You watch Bakugou with steady eyes. You had seen him at the sports festival, confident, cocky and passionate to a fault. He had a deft, sharp gaze, strategic and an extremely powerful quirk that he almost mastered. His only downfall would be his temper but it was hard to enrage him enough to act without thinking in a battle.

You admired all of class 1A. You knew their weaknesses, what they liked and who they liked but it was Bakugou your eyes gravitated to the most.

Though you did not consciously realize it yourself.

You reach the dorms as a cold gust of wind whips through you, biting down harshly on your bones. You made it easy what with your jacket lying on your bed, your grit your teeth but they still chatter.

Bakugou sucks his teeth and you shrink further.

"Where's your jacket?" He asks harshly although he is sure it's in your dorm room since it wasn't on the couch like it normally was. Since winter started it had become a daily ritual for him to grab your coat and yell.

"It uh..." You swallow knowing you cannot lie to him, "Its on my bed I think."

"Moron." He mutters baring his teeth, he opens the door to the dorm for you, "Good thing we are home then."

"Y..yea. Thank you Bakugou-senpai." You rush inside, hand resting on the handle to the stairwell. Anything to get from under his gaze.

"Y/N!" Kirishima pops out of the kitchen with a smile, "Dinner is in five okay?"

"Thank you, Kirishima-san but I am not feeling well." You feel needles prickle your back and swear you hear a soft popping sound.

"Oh okay. Is there anything I can do?" He asks softly, "Like some hot tea?"

"Um no thank you Kirishima-san." You pull open the door but he speaks a final time.

"Please call me Ejirou! Tomorrow is yours and Katsuki's turn to make breakfast. Let me know if you aren't feeling well enough to do it."

Fuck how could you forget. Was there even breakfast food in the house? You'd have to check later. Right now you wanted to be alone.

"I should be fine." You say ripping open the door just before Bakugou shakes his head in displeasure.

You flop on your bed as you think and think hard about your life and how you ended up here.

Saving one kid and her cat didn't make you a hero.

In fact every adjective you could think of today for that assignment proved that you weren't.

You were timid, selfish, sometimes ungrateful, irritable, childish, and reclusive.

Does that describe a hero?

No, no it does not.

You do not bother to change out of your school uniform as sleep begins to weigh heavy on your body, you are apathetic for your future self as you know your bra and your thigh highs will be leaving angirly marks on your sturdy frame.

Still you sleep, longing for it after not being able to catch a wink last night.

A knock comes at your door and you jump to your feet, fists ready before another impatient knock comes your way.

"Oi, Y/N. Open up." His voice is like razor blades across your skin as you've been caught for the thousandth time.

"Just...just a minute senpai." You stammer noting the tsk from the other side of the door. You attempt to straighten your hair as best you can, knowing full well he will fuss at you for sleeping in your uniform as it will wrinkle the skirt to seem shorter. You open the door to a surprise as disapproving eyes rove over your body.

"What did I tell you about napping in your uniform?" He bites, "Its always my week for laundry when you do and ironing the skirts are a bitch."

He pushes past you with tray in hand, a small bowl of soup and steaming tea slosh gently as he places it onto your desk. His eyes linger over your open journal you've left out and fear curdles in your stomach. Your face flushes as you swipe at the notebooks like a cat, knocking them from your desks, praying he did not read yesterday's depressing entry. You give an awkward smile as red eyes watch the tumbling pages.

"I..I don't want soup to get on them. Um thank you." You bow slightly.

"Kirishima made me bring it to you." He puts his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants as he makes he way to exit, "Be sure to eat it while it's hot baka."

"Yes!" Is your only response as your door slams shut and you groan. Unzipping your skirt and tossing it to the floor before practically ripping the buttons off of your blouse to add it to the pile. You look over the warm soup and wonder how Kirishima knew Zenzai was your favorite.

Your eyes flutter from the taste, you consume it in haste, even drinking the broth striaght from the bowl. You send him a text thanking him for the delicious meal and all you get back is a question mark. You ignore it thinking maybe that was intended for someone else.

Somehow in the middle of doing your homework at your desk and daydreaming in the late hours of the night you had fallen asleep.

The sun filters in gently telling you that it is still early morning and Saturday at that. You let your eyes flutter closed before jolting upright, notebook pages cling to your cheek as you hit your phone to check the time.

No response but a black screen comes from your phone. You dont understand it the charger is clearly plugged into the port, you brought the cord over here for this very reason! You rip the paper from your cheek and follow the white cord just to groan angirly.

Phone did a lot of good to be charged when you SHOVED THE PRONGS INTO THE DRYWALL INSTEAD OF THE FUCKING OUTLET TWO CENTIMETERS AWAY.

Bullish makes it's way onto your mental list adding along side it foolish as your scramble for clothes hoping that it's still early enough to beat Bakugou to the kitchen.

You were supposed to get the ingredients for breakfast but you never even checked last night.

"FUCK!" You scream whisper as all that is clean in a bralette, crop top hoodie and leggings.

Items you would not normally wear when the boys were home thanks to the oogling eyes of Mineta.

You rush down the stairs two at a time as you stumble into the kitchen. Ripping a cabinet door off of its hinges in your haste causing you to stand perfectly still as you collected yourself. There was no bullshitting yourself out of this one by putting it back gently and letting the next person think it was broken.

Not with the screws with brackets attached hanging from the door. You place it behind the trash can and root through more cabinets only for your heart rate to increase.

"The fucking fridge!" You remind yourself as you fling open the door only for dinner meats to be available.

"Fuck." You hiss but there was still time, you had beaten Bakugou, that was enough time to go to the convenience store and pretend you were planning to go the morning of the whole time.

You rush to the door, slipping on your converse, you reach out to the hooks by the door for your hand to come up empty. Your hook is vacant, no jacket in sight when normally your jacket was there in the morning like magic. You damn yourself for having left it upstairs. There was no time to go back upstairs, every second was precious. You fling open the door only to be met with a red cheeked Bakugou, the wind whipping into the house with the threatening smell of snow.

Nothing more threatening than the look Bakugou was serving you.

"I know God damn well you were not stupid enough to think you could go out like that?" Pops ring out even beneath his gloves as he pushes past you with an armful of plastic bags.

Bags filled with ingredients for breakfast.

Your eyes burn with welling tears as the logo for the corner store etches itself into your retinas. Bakugou notices as he kicks off his shoes.

"Oi, you can cook. It will be fucking fine." He says passing the bags to you so he can shed his coat. You nod furiously biting your lip.

"See you wouldn't have lasted long with out a jacket." He tilts your face to his, it is harsh like his tone yet his eyes seem...soft as he speaks again, "The wind is bad enough it has you tearing up from just a few seconds of exposure."

"Ah..." You swipe at your reddening cheeks as he let's your chin drop, "Th..thank you Bakugou-sama."

"Yea yea just start cooking damn it. I'm starving." He hisses as he makes his way into the living room.

Shameful loops itself onto your long list.

You ready the griddle with bacon and mix the ingredients for homemade pancake mix quickly. You crank up the heat when you hear your other classmates stir in the living room.

"Bakugou please my favorite anime is on!" Denki whines loudly enough to be heard before a small explosion erupts. You peek into the living room to watch the exchange.

"I got here first dunce face fuck off and die." He growls, "Plus you only like that show for the big fake tits."

You giggle before a burning smell begins to tickle your nose, frantically you rush back into the kitchen. You've successfully burned half of the ration of bacon. You hide your mistake by sliding the slices of bacon into the trash. Maybe Bakugou wouldn't mind too much to cook the rest of the ingredients. You think you'll do better with the pancakes.

They sat like the internet said for them too. You even added some chocolate chips. You place a few on the hot griddle and flip them when the center begins to bubble. When a perfectly tan pancake winks back at you six times you bounce on the balls of your feet.

You could at least do something right. You place them on a plate and begin to do more adding different things here and there.

Bakugou walks in, a grimace on his face when he spies the cabinet door. Your cheeks burn but he spares you by not mentioning it.

He spies the half a pack of bacon uncooked and the rest discarded in the trash.

"Oi..." He watches your face sour and changed his mind on his comment, "Did you get the butter and syrup out?"

"No not yet." You flip another six perfect pancakes as he rummages through the fridge and the doorless cabinet.

"Pancakes look good." He says as he sets the stuff down, grabbing on and settling by the uncooked bacon, "Since they look so good I'll cook the bacon."

"Th..thank you Senpai."

"Don't fucking mention it." He says before taking a bite of the pancake. You watch and your stomach sours as a shudder goes through him with grimace painted lips.

"Oh no." You murmur and he keeps his eyes shut. He cannot bring himself to tell you it is awful. You grab onto a cake biting into it only to have a soapy after taste, your eyes water from both the unpleasant after taste immediately identifying your mistake as you think back to what went wrong. You put double the amount of flour called for into the batter and only the normal amount of everything else.

Stupid makes it's way right beneath useless on the list.

"It smells so good in here." Kirishima's eyes become delighted when he sees the stacked up cakes of various additions. Your eyes widen as you watch him in slow motion bringing the awful pancake to his lips. Irrationality forces your hand as you slap the pancake from his hand, surprising the three of you in the room. It hits the tile with a light slap before time speeds up again. You grab onto the plate and throw it all away pancakes and all.

"Suddenly I'm not feeling so well again, I think I may be sick and I don't want anyone else to catch it. Sorry for the inconvenience, Kirishima-senpai." You bow slightly before rushing to the stairwell fighting burning tears.

The door shuts with a loud pang and the slap of your footsteps fight with the thoughts in your head. You burst into your dorm room slamming the door and sliding down it.

Fat drops fall from your cheeks as you angrily wipe them away, sobbing harshly as you relive your failure over and over as if on repeat.

Watching Bakugou fight back a comment or possibly a gag as he tasted your food.

Melodramatic is scrawled into your brain.

Time ticks by and you avoid people at all costs, claiming to be ill. Even to go as far as avoiding training all through winter and well into spring.

You left class faster than anyone could stop you, running to the dorms to hole yourself up in your room. You did your share of the chores in the middle of the night or while the group was out and about. You were always invited depsite all of the ignored texts you had. Each person in your class trying their luck on asking you out of your room. All save one ash blonde.

Whenever an impatient knock came at your door you would become completely still, even going as far as holding your breath. As if you were prey who spotted a large predator that may not have noticed you just yet.

Eventually they would leave, setting some sort of item by the door. More often than not it was your favorite meal and a fresh set of clothes.

But today is a little different, today your door is blasted from its hinges with a sharp look staring you down. Deadly hands smoking, threatening to pop some more.

"Cut the bullshit Y/N. What's really going the fuck on?" You stare wide eyed at Bakugou in your crop top and leggings in your desk chair.

"I...I just haven't been feeling up to much." You stammer and he closes the distance. Clearly unsatisfied by your answer. He towers over you as you strain to stare up at him.

"I said cut the bullshit. I hate liars." He snarls and it cuts deep.

"Ahh I'm...I'm..." You struggle to come up with something but whatever you said wouldn't have mattered as the man before you blew up anyway. He leans close, gripping onto the arms of the chair causing you to press against the back of it.

But there was no escape from Bakugou Katsuki.

"You're what? Y/N? You're useless? Burdensome? Troublesome? Bullish? Foolish? Shameful? Pitiful? Melodramatic?" He yells and you shrink as if struck, "Shall I fucking go on?"

Your heart shatters with every beat as you stare up at the blonde through thick lashes. Did he think those things about you too?

"That is what you wrote isn't it in your class notebook? Before you crossed them all out?" He asks with a snarl. You gulp down the lie but it lodges in your throat. struggling to get past the quickly forming lump, choking you.

"I..."

"And then you settled for content? Are you content? Is someone who is content always hidden in their room like a damn hermit?" His eyes flicker to your open notebook and you follow, "Does someone who is content write about how sad they are in their journal every fucking day? Avoid theirs friends? Their family? Your mom called the dorm phone CRYING!"

He headbutts you then and your vision blurs.

"What..."

"Yea Y/N. In hysterics. I told her we just had some tough exams to study for. That you were fine and staying off your phone. I knew you were avoiding us but your mom? What the fuck?" You're stunned into silence and it kills him.

It's been killing him, he's hated to see the crestfallen look make a permanent residence on your face. Hated seeing you sneak away like a slinking cat who hates people.

Hated still that you would not come to one of your friends even if it wasn't him. It's why he left you so many care packages, why he demand to see if the other class mates got a reply from you.

Why he lingered in the classroom waiting to walk you.

He could accept you being distant from him and hell even your friends while you were working shit out but your own family? Especially your mother that he knows worries easily.

"There were other words you could have used to describe yourself. Strong. Resilient. Careful. Kind. Thoughtful. But you lingered on useless. Do you know how people get into the hero course?!"

When you don't answer he goes on.

"They are hand picked after the entrance exams. That's it. One look and they knew. Hardly anyone in the history of UA has been transferred to this class. And what happened to you?" His tone and body language are harsh but when you look into those crimson eyes you see something else.

That damn misguided passion. All his feelings masked beneath anger and aggression.

"I...I was transfered Bakugou-sama. From general studies." You finally speak.

"All might saw something he didn't initially see. You got a second look that most do not get. A hard enough second look for you to transfer into class 1A. So dont piss it away with your negative attitude."

"It's just that..." You don't go on. Cant go on. How can you expect your hot headed crush to ever like you back if you don't even like yourself.

He sighs and the anger leaves his body with the steam leaving his skin.

"I'm worried about you." He admits but cannot look you in the eye. Your cheeks burn and you twist your shirt in your shaking hands.

"Senpai..."

"No more senpai." He bites out tilting your face to his, beginning his tirade, "Its Katsuki from here on out. And you're gonna change how you speak to yourself. Instead of saying useless say I need more practice. More focus on this area of my quirk. And if you need help then ask for help God damn it. That's what the teachers are here for. What your classmates are here for. What I'm fucking here for. You got it?" His tone is stern and yet soft as he speaks.

"Yes, K..Katsuki." You whisper, thick eye lashes letting tears slip past. Heated thumbs swipe them away before he leans ever closer. Lips suddenly pressed to yours as you sit shocked in your desk chair. He breaks the kiss and drinks in your red cheeks with a smirk on his face. He lifts you, sits himself in your pink chair before setting you on his lap. All of the seriousness is back on his face before he speaks in a deadly husky tone.

"Now you're gonna be a good little friend and tell me everything."

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shiratorizawa-academy · 5 years ago

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Fluff 11 for your favorite (shiratorizawa) pairing! 💗

ushireon - “I think I’m in love with you.”

(since I already did so many semishira ficlets, I did one of my other fav ships that I didn’t get to write yet! thank you sm anon!!)

Reon and Wakatoshi were sitting outside, each of their homework surrounding them. It was one of the first days of spring and Reon was enjoying the warmth that came with it. Something about the fresh air had him feeling a lot more peaceful than his dorm.

“How do you like it?” he asked Wakatoshi. They had long since abandoned their homework and Reon was showing him some of his favorite songs instead.

For a few moments, Wakatoshi didn’t react. Then he inclined his head. “Mn. It’s good.”

Smiling, Reon scrolled a little and selected the next song. “What about this one?”

Wakatoshi took his time responding. Affection bloomed in Reon’s chest as he watched his friend’s contemplative expression. Contrary to popular belief, Wakatoshi had a lot of little tells that were indicative of his mood if one knew where to look. It had taken Reon a while to discover them all, way longer than Satori had needed, but it had been worth it. Wakatoshi had become way more important to him than he had ever seen coming.

After the song was almost halfway through, Wakatoshi lifted his head and nodded. “It’s good, too.”

“I’m glad you like them, they have reminded me of you since I first listened to them,” Reon replied. He could see Wakatoshi’s surprise and smiled at him. “Your presence is inspiring. You have always encouraged me to try harder and get even better.”

This time, Wakatoshi didn’t answer. He didn’t seem to disagree, he just seemed lost in thought. Reon decided to give him time and put his phone aside, turning his face toward the sun. Yeah, it was really nice out today.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Wakatoshi stated suddenly.

Reon’s eyes snapped open and he turned towards Wakatoshi. Wakatoshi was looking back at him, completely serious. Not that Reon had thought it was a joke, Wakatoshi wasn’t the type for that - it was just unexpected. He swallowed his nerves and managed a smile.

“You are?”

“I believe so.”

The affection he had felt earlier expanded until it turned into something else. Reon’s smile turned genuine and he bumped his shoulder against Wakatoshi’s. “I am in love with you as well.”

Wakatoshi didn’t seem surprised, he just leaned back against him. “I know.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Tendou told me.”

Laughing, Reon shook his head. Of course he had. Satori had asked him if he was trying to keep it secret a few weeks back, before telling him that he wasn’t exactly subtle about his feelings. Reon had told him the truth: that it was never meant to be a secret. Why hide love? Satori had been delighted to hear that, he should have expected that he would go straight to Wakatoshi to tell him about it.

“Yeah, that sounds like him.”

Wakatoshi made a sound of agreement as his hand found Reon’s. “I’m glad he did.”

“If he was the reason you started thinking about it then I am, too.”

send me a ship/character/platonic relationship with a category and a number!

#a² (answered ask)#anon #ushireon #look these two??? the SOFTEST #i'm weak for that okay #sndfhbjdn i didn't think i'd get to write them #so again thank you anon!!!!

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strayneoculturekids · 6 years ago

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Denial - Minho x Reader

Pairing: Rich!Kid Minho x Rich Kid!Reader

Summary: You and Minho hated each other’s very cores, always having a go at each other and competing with one another. It wasn’t until guys’ mutual friends started getting a bit too close to you did Minho admit that he might’ve been challenging you 24/7 for a reason other than spite

Enemies to Lovers AU, Childhood Friends(?) AU, Rich Kid AU

Genre: Fluff

Requested by Anon: Minho: frenemies to less frenemies with more feelings of love than hate.

A/N: to all of my followers, this doesn’t mean I’m off of hiatus, my apologies, it was just a request I hadn’t finished before I went on hiatus, so please enjoy it!

Warnings: None~

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You nodded as you walked alongside your best friend, Bang Chan, to your guys’ next class, wordlessly agreeing with his speech about how he, Changbin and Jisung would ‘make like, the best rap group ever’, so as he liked to put it. You were just about to open your mouth to speak when Minho walked into the conversation.

“Hey, Chan” He smiled, completely ignoring your presence, knowing how much it pissed you off

“Hey, Minho” Chan spoke awkwardly, feeling the tension rise despite you and Minho not having had said a single word to one another

“Hello, Minho” You seethed, being obnoxiously loud, still, the annoying boy pretended like you didn’t exist

“We’ve got the next class together, right Chan?” He said, “Did you finish the homework?”

“We had homework?!” You paused in your tracks, breath seeming to stop, you’d never forgotten your homework before and you sure as hell weren’t planning on starting today

“No, we didn’t” Chan interrupted, trying to sound calm and indifferent “He’s just trying to rile you up, Y/N”

“So gullible” Minho sneered, mumbling just loud enough for you to hear

You almost jumped on him right there and then but decided maybe starting a fight in the middle of the extensive school grounds wasn’t the best idea, especially since you three were only a couple metres from your next class now. Gulping down your retorts to Minho’s spiteful behavior, you walked into the classroom, head held high, followed by Chan and then Minho. You went to the corner and sat in your usual seat, your best friend took his seat next to you and your enemy took his seat next to Chan.

After a couple minutes of hateful silence between you and Minho and Chan in the middle of it all, trying not to sweat, the teacher walked in and the chatter in the class died away.

The lesson began, as usual, with the roll, followed by the teacher introducing what was going to happen during the lesson and then followed by her actually starting it. It seemed today would be a boring lesson; a class test was coming up soon, so it was all bland theory work. You immediately took out your laptop and began making quick notes- just detailed enough for you to come back and actually understand what you were thinking while writing them. Usually you didn’t have to try all too hard in classes to get decent grades, but your and Minho’s undeclared competitions had recently moved along to academics and there was no way in hell you were going to let him surpass you.

The period ended quickly and, satisfied, with the amount of notes you’d written, you looked over to Minho before he managed to close the extravagant book he preferred to write in rather than his laptop; they were the neatest notes you’d ever seen. You were puzzled for a second, you’d never really taken Minho to be a neat person, but you quickly shook your head and began to pack up so you didn’t get left behind, not that Chan wouldn’t wait for you anyway, though.

“Do we have Chapel this afternoon?” You asked, looking to Chan as you got up from your seat; barely anyone at your school was Christian, but going to a Christian private school, chapel was compulsory

“Nah,” He said, quickly glancing to Minho as he walked out of the classroom, only saying bye to Chan on his way out, to which Chan replied with a ‘cya later’

“Oh, thank god,” You said, overdramatically placing a hand over your heart “what do we have, then?”

“I think year assembly” Chan shrugged “Let’s just go to the library, we’ll check there.”

You nodded and followed Chan out of the classroom and into the school grounds.

Your school was big- like, really big. It had five separate parts, one for k-2, one for 3-6, one for 7-8, one for 9-10 and one for 11-12, it was a bit ridiculous, and especially with the years k-6 and 7-12; they were separated across the school grounds so far that it took 15 minutes to walk between them. The grounds were full of luscious plants and large, rustic but comforting looking brick buildings; even more, there were a total of three libraries in the school. The library that years 7-12 used was so big that even you still hadn’t been everywhere in it.

After about three minutes of walking, you and Chan made it back to your guys’ lockers, put away your things (excluding your laptops) and started to walk towards the library. The library was one of the more modern-looking buildings, with windows everywhere, made of white concrete and the occasional house-plant decorating it. Inside, the library looked even bigger, decorated with ridiculous things like the giant snitch hanging on the wall behind the reception desk.

“Guys!” A deep voice came from behind you

You and Chan swung around to see Felix, waving to you from one of the biggest seminar rooms. You looked at the number it had on the front of it: ‘seminar room 3′ and went to the reception desk to sign you and Chan into it next to Felix’s, Seungmin’s, Hyunjin’s, Changbin’s, Jeongin’s, Woojin’s, Jisung’s and, unfortunately, Minho’s names.

Even though you already knew Minho would be inside the seminar room, you still groaned at the sight of him. Minho looked up and raised his eyebrows at you but quickly went back to showing Jisung something on his laptop.

“Hey, Y/N” Seungmin greeted, patting a seat next to him, “You said you wanted help with that history assignment we got, right?”

“You still haven’t finished that?” Minho interrupted, smirking evilly

“Relax, hot stuff,” Jeongin said jokingly “No one except you has finished, we got it two days ago. It’s due in three weeks”

“New watch, Woojin?” Chan said, taking a seat beside the oldest in the group

“Yeah” Woojin nodded and scooted his laptop so it was in between him and Chan instead of just in front of him. “It was a present from my aunt, I’d never wear it otherwise. Pure gold, supposedly; it’s quite heavy” Woojin frowned down at his watch; evidently, he’d been forced to wear it

You let the sound from the other eight boys in the room drown out and started your own conversation about the assignment with Seungmin, who happened to choose the same topic on it as you.

Around 40 minutes passed of you working on the assignment with Seungmin when Hyunjin stood up.

“Guys, we should get going now, don’t want to be late for the year assembly” He sighed dramatically

The rest of the members of the group stood up and followed Hyunjin out the door to the tall science building (where the lecture theatre was).

By the time you got there, a large crowd of everyone in your guys’ year had formed outside of the theatre. A short teacher came bustling through, the students automatically made a path for him to get to the door and unlock it. Once he had managed to push open the heavy entrance, people streamed through it, taking seats in the grand layered room. You and the nine other boys with you took seats at the back; seven of them streamed into the row, Chan was third last, then you, then, to your dismay, you looked back and saw Minho was walking into the row of cushioned seats to sit next to you, an unimpressed look resting on his admittedly handsome features.

Silence quickly fell over the theatre when your year co-ordinator walked into the middle of the lowered platform. She, as usual, greeted the hall and quickly went onto what was going to be happening during the following week, issues that have come up as well as congratulations on small things.

A couple minutes passed and you were half asleep when you felt Chan tap your shoulder. You looked over to your smiling best friend as he held up a discreet finger heart for you. You almost chuckled aloud, but stopped yourself and, quickly, you gave him two finger hearts in exchange. Chan scrunched up his nose in amusement and reached over to your face, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You mouthed a bashful ‘thank you’. You hadn’t noticed (Chan most certainly had) but Minho was watching everything go down, steam almost coming out of his ears. Why in the world was he feeling like this? Like he just wanted to…grab your hand and make you look at him instead of Chan, Minho wanted to be the one sending you innocent finger hearts, even though he didn’t admit it to himself. No, he couldn’t be feeling jealous, why would he need to?

Finally, after half an hour of the teacher at the front droning on about whatever it is she had to say, and half an hour of Minho sitting with his eye twitching, watching you and Chan platonically flirt, the assembly ended. The chatter immediately started up again and people went to go gather their things for last period- or go straight to their class if they had brought their things with them.

“Y/N” Minho grabbed your hand as a bunch of others passed you two, purposely losing the other eight people in your friend group, trying not to let the red on his face show

“The fuck do you want?” You asked, turning and facing him, ripping your hand away from his grip

“I-” Miho pursed his lips “Whatever. Never fucking mind” He grunted brutally, deciding that talking to you about his feelings wasn’t worth the embarrassment

You huffed and walked away from him, catching up with Changbin and Felix, who you had your next class with.

“Where’d you go?” asked Changbin when you joined the pair

“Minho held me up,” You said, trying not to frown at the statement- you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d imagined the blush that was painted across his face or not

“Minho?” Felix said skeptically “Did he finally confess his undying love for you?”

You were about to elbow Felix, except that when you turned to your friend, he didn’t seem to be joking about it at all.

“Pfft, likely story” You pulled your elbow back, deciding that maybe you could pry a bit more information out of Felix, knowing that he knew a hell of a lot more about Minho than you

“Yeah” Changbin chuckled “Chan has been trying to make Minho jealous” He looked like he had more to say, but Felix elbowed him

“He has? But…he hasn’t really been doing anything different to what we normally do”

“Well, yeah, you and Chan are already pretty platonically intimate, but he’s started doing it especially in front of Minho, haven’t you noticed?” Felix stated smartly

“Felix?” You cocked your head “Are you feeling okay? I didn’t even know you knew what half the words you just said meant”

Changbin let out a snort as he shut his locker, his stuff piled in his arms, quickly joining you and Felix with going to the last period

“Stop dodging the subject” Felix whined, “Just admit that you like Minho too!”

“Hell no” You furrowed your brows “Minho and I have been enemies since- since we were kids. I don’t have feelings for him…” You trailed off towards the end, beginning to sound unsure of even yourself

With that, you became quiet, ignoring Changbin and Felix chatting away next to you. ‘I don’t like Minho…’ you thought to yourself ‘no…I just…admire how smart and talented he is…and how good he is at dancing and singing…and how handsome he can look sometimes…holy shit I like Minho’ the very thought of it made you pause mid-step. Changbin and Felix stopped as well, turning around to check what was wrong. A few year sevens walking behind you almost bumped into you, but quickly changed their path, chattering away nervously.

“what’s up?” Changbin questioned

“Nothing…” you shook your head and kept walking, Changbin and Felix almost had to jog to keep up with your fast pace

“Y/N” Felix ran up to you, panting slightly “We weren’t going to invite you because we knew you’d probably be offended that we even thought you would want to come, but the eight of us are going to Minho’s house tonight, and you could come if you wanted”

“There’s no way Minho would want me to come” You snorted, scrunching up your nose

“But do you want to?”

“I- …no…” You said unconvincingly

“We’ll see whether he’ll let you come once class is over,” Changbin smiled, running to catch up with the pair of you as well

“Whatever,” You grunted in what you hoped to be a stoic voice

You three finally made it to the classroom where your teacher was already waiting at the front of the classroom sat behind her desk.

“Did the assembly go over time?” She asked, seeing as most of the class hadn’t shown up yet

“Yeah” Felix nodded and took his usual seat, followed by Changbin and then you

Just a few seconds passed and students began to flow into the classroom, all taking their ‘unassigned assigned seats’.

It felt as if the class barely began when it had finished, your mind had been on Minho the entire hour and for once, you didn’t take notes on what the teacher was saying- you didn’t even participate in a single class discussion, only narrowly dodging being called on by the teacher a few times.

You exited the classroom, more slouched than usual, wondering whether Minho would let you come along.

You were frowning the whole way back to the locker rooms, completely lost in your own thoughts. Everything you were doing was done absent-mindedly, unlocking your locker, packing away your things, grabbing your bag; it wasn’t until Chan tapped your shoulder that you finally came back to reality.

“Lix told me you wanted to come to Minho’s this afternoon?” He questioned

“What?! I didn’t say that!”

“Good, because I wouldn’t have let you come anyways” a snide voice interrupted from behind Chan, one that so obviously came from Minho

“Well,” Chan said, stepping aside, letting you and Minho have direct eye contact before continuing “Y/N would probably feel really left out. I’ll just skip out on your place tonight and hang with Y/N”

“Wha-?” Minho looked very taken aback, but his surprised expression was quickly replaced with that of an annoyed one “Fine, they can come,” He crossed his arms “only because I don’t want Chan to not come” Minho quickly added when you gave him a perplexed look

“Whatever, I’m only coming because I have no other plans tonight”

“tsunderes” Chan muttered under his breath

“What?” you and Minho both squinted at him suspiciously at the same time

“Nothing! Nothing” Chan defended himself, smiling in what he hoped to be an innocent fashion

After less bicker between you and Minho than the eight other boys had expected, the ten of you made your way to the school gates, being met by a black stretch limo and a sophisticated looking driver.

“Dude” Seungmin frowned at Minho “weird flex”

“What?! I don’t have another car that fits ten people” Minho said, smiling, raising his hands in defense jokingly

You almost smiled while watching Minho interact with his friends, he looked so handsome, smiling and joking carelessly with them, but you caught yourself just as the corners of your lips turned upwards.

“This is Y/N” Minho motioned to you when he talked with the driver, being much more polite than he normally would with you otherwise

“Ah, Y/N. I remember you,” The driver smiled and looked kindly to you, you smiled and waved back, you enjoyed the company of literally everyone in Minho’s family except Minho himself “The last time I saw you was when you were about eight; are you and Minho finally friends?”

“Pft- they’re not- we’re not friends- I-” Minho seemed to notice he was doing more damage to his image than good, so he hastily followed his friends into the car

“Hm. Seems Minho has a crush” The driver muttered to you as you entered the door

Without waiting for a reply, the driver left you in a flustered state to go to the driver’s seat. With a vigorous shake of your head, you entered the limo and shut the door behind you. It was incredible, like the typical millionaire limo you’d see in movies- black everywhere, basically couches instead of seats- hell, there was even a mini-fridge.

“I second Seungmin” Hyunjin came just as you sat down, looking around the car “Weird flex, Minho”

“Don’t pretend like you guys aren’t just as rich as me” Minho smiled, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks heating up

“Jeongin and I are here on academic scholarships, remember?” Seungmin spoke up “and Changbin is here on a music scholarship”

“Chan and I are here on music scholarships too!” Jisung yelled stubbornly, being far louder than necessary

“Yeah, but you and Chan could afford to be here without scholarships” Woojin raised a brow at Jisung

Soon enough, the car was full of chatter, you were so busy talking that you hadn’t even noticed the car had started moving and, before you could even process that the car had come to a stop, the driver opened the back door once again, telling you that you had arrived at Minho’s.

You blinked once and shook your head, soon stepping out of the limo into the surprisingly bright sunlight. In front of you stood possibly one of the biggest houses you’d ever seen- it was even bigger than yours; you had to strain your neck back just to see the top.

“Welcome to my oh-so-humble abode,” Minho said to you, ignoring the other eight boys for now since they’d already been there

“I third Seungmin,” You raised a brow, looking at Minho, unimpressed “Weird flex”

For the first time in your life, you thought you’d just caught a glimpse of Minho flashing a genuine smile directed at you, but he’d turned away before you could tell. To say it didn’t fluster you would be a complete and absolute lie; you stood there, cheeks red, refusing to believe that Minho could make you feel like this.

Finally, after a bit of a mess, the ten of your made it into Minho’s house, through the hallways that seemed almost endless, passing the far-too-big living rooms decorated with extravagant gold, silver, jewels and a couple charming house plants and up the wide marble staircase to be finally met with Minho’s room. The room was just as big as you’d expected it to be, but it was much more home-y than the rest of the house. A king-sized bed was placed in the corner, black sheets adorning it and a sweet looking wooden bedside table. There was what looked to be a gaming corner in a part of the room, a large, full-body mirror stretching across almost an entire wall and a modern but not overwhelming desk tucked away in the corner right of the entrance along with a couple bookshelves stacked with study books and keep-sakes next to it.

“That mirror is so distracting” You sighed, looking to the overly-large mirror

“It’s for dancing” Minho mumbled as he passed you, so low that you didn’t understand what he said

“Huh?”

“Nothing,” He said quickly, turning away from you with a red face

“I’ve got the switch!” Jisung shouted, running up to the array of consoles in the far corner of the room and grabbing the red, blue and black coloured Nintendo switch along with six other black controllers “Who’s playing Smash Bros with me?!”

Chan, Felix, Seungmin, Hyunjin, Changbin, Minho and Jeongin all rushed forward to grab a console, sitting on the bean-bags surrounding the corner while Woojin and you stood back, chuckling at their childishness.

“You’re not joining them, Woojin?” You asked, taking a seat on one of the spare bean-bags

“Nah, the winner of the brawl rotates out” Woojin replied, relieving his wrist of the gold watch he had around it the whole day

You nodded and watched as the boys all hastily picked out their favourite characters on the gaming console and started a brawl.

“What character do you normally pick, Y/N?” Felix asked, keeping his eyes on the screen

“Usually it’s Link” you shrugged, searching the boys’ chosen characters “the Breath of the Wild one” You added, remembering how many Links there were

“What a coincidence” Seungmin smiled mischievously as the brawl started and they all started smashing the controllers

“Minho usually chooses Zelda” Hyunjin interrupted, smirking at the large TV screen just as you’d gotten to Minho’s character

“Pfft, Zelda’s a bad character,” You said haughtily

“Not if you know how to use her properly!” Minho defended himself “Hah! See!” He said just as he’d knocked Felix (who had chosen Pikachu) off the stage

“Lucky shot!” Felix yelled as he respawned and immediately went for Minho for revenge

You laughed, completely forgetting the fact that you absolutely despised Minho in all the chaos. Only another couple minutes passed and the shouting became louder than ever; Seungmin (who had chosen Dark Pit) and Chan (who had chosen Meta Knight) were locked in a battle between each other, everyone else aside from the pair had run out of lives. Finally, after a shout of frustration and triumphant cheer, Chan lost his last life.

“catch, Y/N” Seungmin called, throwing you his controller

You quickly caught it while blinking, unaware of what was happening. You then saw Chan hand over his controller to Woojin and realized it was your turn to play. You walked forward and plopped down on the same bean bag as Jisung, who was closest to you.

“Agh! Hey, there’s no room for both of us!” Jisung whined, scrunching his nose “Just sit on my lap” He grabbed you under the arms and lifted you slightly onto his lap

“Can you see?” You asked, trying not to block your friend’s view

“Yeah” He confirmed, leaning slightly to the side while you leaned slightly to the opposite side

After that, you paid no attention to Jisung, busy changing your character from Dark Pit to Link while Jisung (who stayed as Kirby) peered around you. Minho, on the other hand, was glaring at Jisung like he never had before. ‘They could’ve just as easily sat on my bean bag’ he thought poutily to himself, glancing at you before shaking his head and turning back towards the screen just as another brawl had started.

Just for the irony of it, you immediately went for Minho’s character, still Zelda, and started fighting. The shouting quickly started up again and Minho was thrown off the edge by you, something to which he took great offense from, immediately respawning and going to attack you again. You and Minho continued your guys’ separate brawl until Jeongin (who’s character was Yoshi) interfered and managed to land a K.O move on you, considering your health percentage had gotten so high. Minho cheered and high-fived Jeongin while you frowned and respawned.

A couple more minutes and you and Minho were the only ones left. All of the boys shouting behind you seemed to be cheering on only you.

“You guys are so biased!” Minho yelled angrily “Just cause’ Y/N’s so pretty and sweet you cheer for them instead” Although his hands weren’t free, you could almost see him crossing his arms

“No, it’s because they’re a better player than you” Hyunjin (who had been Ice-Climbers) commented matter-of-factly

“You think I’m pretty and sweet?!” your jaw went slack and you were so distracted that you didn’t even bother to try and jump back up after Minho knocked your character off-screen, resulting in him winning

“What?! No! That’s not- I didn’t say-” Minho stuttered, his cheeks flushing red

“Yeah, yeah, we all know you guys have major crushes on each other, hand over the controllers” Said Seungmin, grabbing Minho’s controller from out of his hands and happily pushing Minho off of his bean-bag and taking his spot

You didn’t even process that you were absent-mindedly handing Chan the controller and sinking back into Jisung’s chest, both of whom were chuckling almost uncontrollably from your bewildered state.

“Alright Y/N, up” Jisung pushed you off his lap, toward the spare bean-bag where Minho had taken a seat, still puffy “Now that I’m free of my handi-cap, you fuckers are going down!” He yelled

You and Minho made quick eye-contact. He puffed out his cheeks and moved to the side of the bean-bag, making free space for you. You raised your eyebrows but nonetheless, took the seat next to him, trying to get comfortable without making skin contact with your self-proclaimed enemy, but it proved to be quite difficult with how much the bean-bag was moving.

“Sorry” You muttered, aware that by now, Minho was probably beginning to get annoyed

When he didn’t reply, you looked up to him, yet again, you two made eye contact for a split second. Minho’s eyes widened and his face turned even more red. He quickly averted his gaze to the screen, most of your guys’ friends had died by now and were instead cheering on Changbin (who was playing with Samus), Seungmin and Jeongin.

An hour must have passed, but you and Minho didn’t move from the bean-bag unless it was to retrieve the controller from the two that had been the last in the brawl, which was followed by you guys immediately going back to the same bean-bag to sit next to the other. You had no idea which round it had happened, but one time when you got up and went back to the bean-bag, Minho pulled you into his lap before you got the chance to sit next to him, and the next time Minho had to get up, you sat back down and made Minho sit in your lap, and it changed like that depending on who had to get up. Neither of you seemed to notice that everyone else in the room stared at the pair of you in shock each time it happened.

“You two…” Chan shook his head, smiling to himself

“What?” You looked up from your place on top of Minho’s lap

“Huh?” Minho peered around you to look at Chan

“What happened to hating each other?” Jeongin teased

You and Minho paused, faces growing red. Neither of you answered, just looked down, not willing to take your gazes off of the ground, even though Felix had just taken your last life in the game.

Finally, after it grew dark, you guys turned off the TV and console, leaving it and the controllers for a charge.

“There are uh…” Minho looked to his fingers and began to count on them “six bathrooms upstairs, not including my parents’ en suite. So…which of us are going to shower first?”

“Fuck- I didn’t bring clothes” You face-palmed, only now remembering that you’d been invited to the ‘sleep-over’ unexpectedly, and hadn’t brought any supplies to school with you

“You can borrow my hoodie,” Chan said

“I brought spare sweat-pants, actually,” Seungmin said

“I’ve got another t-shirt” Hyunjin rummaged around in his bag

“Would offering you a pair of fox socks be weird? They’re fluffy” Jeongin questioned cutely

“I don’t think any of us have spare undies” Seungmin looked around with a raised eyebrow

“You can borrow Minho’s boxers” Changbin chuckled, joining in

“Wha-” you blushed

“I mean, it’s probably the best option if we’re being completely honest” Woojin added, fighting back an amused smile “You do clean your boxers, don’t you, Minho?”

“Of course I do!” Minho said, looking fairly offended “But lending them to someone else- isn’t that a bit unsanitary…?”

“I mean I’m sure it’s fine between…romantic partners” Jisung smirked, raising his eyebrows suggestively

“Shutup” Minho glared at his friend

Despite his initial protests, he walked over to his overly-large cupboard, opened it, and got out a pair of plain black boxers. The entire group ‘ooh-ed’, all except for you.

“This is actually happening? We’re actually doing this? …jesus christ…” You tried not to laugh as Minho reluctantly threw the boxers at you and pointed to his en-suite

Trying not to die of embarrassment, you walked into the bathroom while the other nine boys sorted out which five would be showering first, followed by Minho showing them where the other bathrooms were.

Not too long after, everyone had showered and the ten of you gathered in a circle.

“Let’s play truth or dare” Seungmin smiled- it would look sweet if you didn’t know any better

“I’m down” Hyunjin agreed, a chorus of agreements sounded throughout the group

“Me first,” Minho said quickly “Felix, truth or dare?”

“Dare, obviously,” He said in his deep voice

“In the next room over, there’s a balcony where you can jump safely into the pool from. I’ve done it before.” Minho paused dramatically “I dare you to jump from the balcony in your PJ’s into the pool”

“What?! I’ve already showered!” Felix complained

“Fine, you can take off your shirt” Minho reasoned, still smiling

Felix opened his mouth to protest, but nothing came out, so he stood up, the group following him, exited the room and proceeded to march to the room next to Minho’s.

“Other way, idiot” Minho said from the group

Felix bashfully changed directions and went into the other room, which was similar to the rest of the house, so unlike Minho’s comforting room. The balcony doors were glass and Felix quickly stripped himself of his shirt and socks and stepped out onto the balcony. The drop wasn’t far, it was like a diving board, the only catch, you supposed, was that Felix would have to shower again, and probably steal a pair of Minho’s pants.

Without another thought, Felix dived into the pool, creating a big splash.

“IT’S FUCKING FREEZING” Felix yelled once he resurfaced, quickly wading his way to the edge of the pool and pulling himself out

The group chuckled while Woojin shook his head. Minho threw a towel at Felix which he grabbed and wrapped around himself.

“The door inside is over there” Minho pointed to the left “you know your way around this house. Seeya in a bit”

“Seeya” Felix waved, ruffling his wet hair to hopefully dry it a bit so he didn’t completely soak the carpet inside

The rest of the group walked back to Minho’s room and rearranged themselves in a circle, leaving an empty space for Felix.

“Wait….we have to wait for Felix to get back so he can ask the next person,” Changbin said, scrunching his nose

“I’ll go!” Chan interrupted, looking rather amused “Minho, truth or dare?”

“uh- dare” Minho hesitated, knowing that if he said truth, he’d be asked whether he had feelings for you

“I dare you to kiss the cutest person in the room”

“Pft- easy” Minho smirked again, standing up

“Other than yourself!” Chan quickly added when he saw Minho making his way to the large mirror behind him

Minho groaned and turned to face the group just as Felix had walked in, looking rather cold and, without even asking, went into Minho’s closet, grabbed a pair of pants and made his way to the en-suite with his dry shirt and socks and- somehow- another pair of his own underwear.

“I smoke all you bitches” Minho stated “but if I must, Jisung come here”

Jisung raised his eyebrows, whispering a ‘what the fuck’ to himself, staying seated.

“Don’t lie to yourself, Minho” Woojin leaned forward “we all know you think it’s Y/N-”

“Yeah” Hyunjin intercepted before Woojin could finish his sentence “it’s obviously me. Have you seen this face?” He cupped his face in his own hands and gave a charming smile to the group

Minho looked over to Hyunjin, unimpressed.

“Okay, change of dare” Chan stated before a fight over who the cutest in the group is broke out…again “I dare you, Minho, to kiss Y/N”

“damn” Changbin snorted

“just straight up? How bold of you, Chan” Minho glared at his friend

Chan smirked, maintaining eye contact with Minho. None of the group seemed to notice that, in the corner, your entire face was shining red. You had tried to distract yourself from the situation by focusing on the running water of the shower that Felix was using, but your brain hated you and that started to lead to images of Felix you didn’t want, you quickly moved on from that. ‘I wonder how jealous Minho would get if he found out that I was unintentionally picturing Felix showering’ you thought to yourself, and the thought of Minho being jealous seemed enough to distract you.

“Y/N?” Minho turned to you

“huh?!” You snapped out of your thoughts

“come here” Minho motioned you towards him

“How about you come here?” You scrunched up your nose, ignoring your oh-so-obvious blush

Minho, ignoring his own ‘oh-so-obvious blush’ silently got up and walked towards you. The entire group watched with bated breath. The room was completely silent, Felix seemed to have stopped showering now and was drying off, so not even the sound of water running could distract anyone. Minho cupped the side of your cheek, his palm and fingers were surprisingly cold, but you could practically feel the heat radiating off of his face from all the blood rushing to his cheeks.

“so…” Minho started, breaking the silence, and the group finally seemed to be able to breathe again “can I kiss you?”

“…yeah”

And with your confirmation, Minho leant forward and placed his lips onto yours, immediately pulling away afterward. The seven people around you erupted into a mixture of cheers, ooh’s and fake gags. Felix came barrelling out of the bathroom, beckoned by the sudden uproar, his shirt still wasn’t fully on and he looked extremely confused.

“What happened?!” He asked, finally putting his arms through the last hole

“Y/N and Minho finally fUCKING kissed!” Jisung yelled

“They did WHAT?! AND YOU GUYS DIDN’T BOTHER TO TELL ME TO HURRY UP SO I COULD WITNESS THE MOMENT?!” He looked utterly distraught at the news that he’d missed something so ‘important’

The group burst into chuckles, snorts and giggles. Minho and you hadn’t made eye contact since the kiss, although, it was so short that you weren’t even sure it could be considered a kiss; that fact didn’t seem to trouble the group though.

“Oi Felix!” Minho yelled, and once again, the group turned silent

Minho grinned before turning towards you again, his cocky smile faltered slightly when he made eye contact with you, but before he could turn back, he went in an kissed you again.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Felix whooped

“truly a moment to behold” Chan shook his head comically, along with Woojin

Your mouth hung open slightly, just out of surprise that Minho had kissed you again.

“You should’ve asked first!” You pushed him away, angry that he had the ability to make you so flustered

“Sorry” Minho smiled sweetly and rubbed the back of his neck

Eventually, the ten of you moved on from the kiss and continued with the game, which ended in Hyunjin almost being brought to tears from eating an entire spoonful of hot sauce, Changbin confessing that he did, in fact, steal Jeongin’s socks, more than once, Seungmin coming very close to accidentally knocking Jisung over the head with a baseball bat, Chan admitting that he had slept in Seungmin’s bed before purely to annoy him and then blamed it on Felix, and Woojin baking cupcakes for everyone (one of the more tame dares) and far more, too much to explain.

Finally, when it came time to sleep, which was well past midnight, you and Minho slept on a spare mattress together, arms tangled and sharing warmth between the two of you. It was, you felt, the most content you’d ever been in your life.

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opheliasbrokenmind · 6 years ago

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too eager to learn - tommy shelby

heyy! you know i'm on vacation but i wrote this before coming here so i thought why wouldn't i post it?? i really like this one, i hope you enjoy reading it. i want to write for john, finn and alfie but here i am, always a sucker for tommy.. please don't forget to send me a message/anon/prompt/request, i love you and your feedbacks 💛

(and lol yes finn knows how to read here)

‘How the fuck am I supposed to know all of these, Tommy? Look at that.’ Finn whined to his brother as he pushed the paper to him. Tommy took it and started to read, ‘Read this quotes and write who said them. What? School stuff has changed a lot since I went there, ey? I don’t know, find someone to help you.’ He spoke but his little brother’s attention was somewhere else. Finn was looking at the woman who sat at the table next to them. She was a natural beauty at her mid-twenties and she was there since they came to the pub. She was with her friend but that very called ‘friend’ was snogging with a man in front of her.

Tommy didn’t see what was Finn doing so he continued to read as Finn’s eyes met with the woman. She looked at him and held the gaze as Tommy read out, ‘Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.’ Finn heard him this time as a genuine smile spread over her face, she heard him, too. She turned her eyes to older Shelby, ‘You like Dickens?’ Tommy’s gaze left the paper and turned to her, ‘Excuse me, what?’ He said after a long silence, Finn was excited to see what happens next. ‘Forgive me for listening, I didn’t intend to do that. I asked because you just quoted from Charles Dickens.’

She waited for him to speak. ‘It’s okay. I didn’t know it belonged to him, it’s my little brother’s homework.’ Tommy explained and Finn smiled to her, she smiled back. ‘I’ll be so glad if you help me do it.’ He said as Tommy finished his whiskey, ‘What is it exactly?’ She asked curiously, tapping to table with her fingers. ‘I need to find who wrote those quotes.’ She listened to Finn and nodded, ‘Okay then.’ She turned to Tommy, ‘Would you mind reading them aloud?’ He was a bit shocked with her request but didn’t say anything and started to read as Finn wrote down the answers to his notebook.

‘To be able to forget means sanity.’ His voice was sharp and clear. ‘Jack London.’ She answered and waited for the next one. ‘Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.’ She thought for a minute before answering, ‘Jane Austen. What’s now?’ Finn wrote the name, he was impressed with this young woman’s knowledge. ‘Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.’

‘Oh, Tolstoy.’ She smiled kindly as Tommy cocked an eyebrow at her, ‘If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.’ He looked at her with expectation, not believing that she’ll know the answer. ‘Émile Zola.’ He squinted and read the next one, ‘Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her.’ She smiled kindly, ‘I’d love to know that teacher. Goethe, by the way.’

‘How can you know all of these?’ Finn said with wide eyes and slightly parted mouth. She chuckled, ‘Interest and curiosity? I wanted to be a writer once, not that I can be one though.’ Her smile faded with the mention of her dream and of course, Tommy noticed. ‘Why aren’t you?’ A little small covered her lips as she stared at the floor, ‘My parents didn’t want.’ He frowned, ‘And you agreed?’ She looked at him for a moment before turning her eyes to her feet, ‘Whatever, it was a stupid idea.’ Thomas wanted to tell her that it’s not a stupid idea and she should do something to make it happen but he stayed silent. ‘Well, is it done?’

He looked at the paper, hesitated but then spoke, ‘Who are you really, and what were you before? What did you do and what did you think?’ She frowned and started to think. Finn was surprised, Tommy saw his face and shot him a look. ‘I... can’t remember. Is it due to tomorrow? I can try to find if you want.’ Finn turned to his brother and saw him nodding slowly, ‘No, it’s not. But I have to go somewhere, how about telling Tommy?’ She nodded, ‘It’s okay for me. Where can I find you?’ Tommy lit a cigar and took a puff before answering, ‘You can come ‘ere, whenever you want.’

‘Okay, then. I should go home now.’ Finn smiled, ‘Thanks, really.’ She returned the smile, ‘It’s my pleasure, I had fun.’ Tommy continued to smoke, ‘Are you leaving alone? It’s pretty late and the streets are not the safest places for pretty ladies.’ She looked at her friend, who is now sitting on the stranger’s lap. ‘She always does that, I’m used to walking alone.’ Finn frowned, ‘Yes but it’s really late and this is Small Heath. Let one of us walk you home.’ Tommy put off the cigarette, she couldn’t help but watch his hand, it was beautiful. ‘Go home and finish your homework Finn, will ya?’

Finn didn’t say anything and left the table, sending another smile to her. She took her little bag and coat, said something to her drunk friend. The drunk woman looked at her and Tommy, ‘Good choice, y/n!’ She shook her head and her cheeks flushed. When they got outside he looked at her and her dress. It was cute, he wanted to smile when he saw the floral patterns. But instead of this, he said ‘Better button up your coat, it’s cold.’ She didn’t say anything and did what he said. Tommy offered an arm to her, which she gladly accepted. ‘You know.. You didn’t need to do that, really. Thanks.’

‘So it’s y/n then, beautiful name.’ She looked at his heavenly deep blue eyes, ‘Thank you.’ He spoke again, ‘Why you didn’t be a writer?’ That wasn’t a good subject to talk about for her, but she gave breath and answered, ‘I spoke to my parents but... they weren’t the wealthiest family and told me that it was nonsense. They couldn’t send me to college even if they wanted to. I gave up, didn’t want them to feel bad for that.’ Her eyes hung on the walkway as he watched her. It was the first time she opened up to a stranger and she was the most honest girl he spoke to. ‘What do you do?’

‘I’m a secretary at the bank, I know it’s not the best but I earn enough.’ He nodded and they continued to walk, it was a beautiful silence. ‘We’re here.’ She said and they stopped in front of a small apartment. ‘Are you alone here?’ Tommy asked as she took off her keys and opened the door. ‘I’m living with Daisy, looks like she won’t come tonight.’ He cracked a smile, ‘Probably..’ She smiled at him, ‘Then tomorrow I’m coming to the pub?’ The man thought for a second, ‘Don’t want a girl like you to go there, eh? I can come round in the morning if that’s okay.’

‘Okay then. I’d like to offer you some tea but it’s pretty late, isn’t it?’ She smiled softly and found herself again looking at that lovely deep blue eyes. ‘It is. Thank you for helping Finn tonight.’ His voice was cold but she knew he meant it, ‘I had fun, really. Thank you for walking me here, I hope I can find the answer. Goodnight, Thomas.’ She said and stepped in the house, without knowing he was staring at her beautiful face. ‘Goodnight, y/n.’ Was all he said before pulling his blunt and placing a cigarette between his lips.

***

‘Someone’s knocking the door y/n!’ Daisy shouted as she took a sip from her tea. ‘I’m not deaf Daisy.’ She said and went to open the door, only to face with a pair of baby blue eyes and a charming Tommy who dressed to the nines. ‘Hey.’ She said, her cheeks flushed as she realised that she was still wearing a satin nightgown. His eyes lingered on her body and he cleared his throat, ‘Good morning.’ She flushed even more, ‘Oh, good morning. Would you mind coming in? I have to do something.’ He stepped in after tossing out the cigarette butt. ‘Give me a sec.’ Then she hurried to her room and put on a dressing gown.

‘Hmm, you are naughtier than me y/n.’ Daisy said happily as she eyed Tommy. ‘It’s not what it looks like Daisy.’ She turned to Tommy and whispered, ‘’m sorry. Hangover.’ He nodded and she went to give her friend some bread. ‘You suck at preparing breakfast.’ Daisy said and earned a glance from her, ‘Then go eat outside, eh? That’s what I do.’ Daisy laughed loudly, ‘And that’s what your latest meal looks like? I need to be fair, looks delicious.’ With her friend’s words y/n’s face became red, ‘Thomas, can you wait for me in my room, please? The second one from the left.’

He cracked a smile and walked away, opening the door as he heard Daisy’s voice once again, ‘Nice butt by the way!’ Then he heard y/n’s shouting, ‘Could you please shut your mouth for god’s sake?’ He closed the door and glanced around, the room was big enough. One of the walls were covered with bookcases and they were full of books. Tommy guessed she’d have books but he wasn’t expecting that much. There were a wardrobe and a dresser with a mirror. The bed was large and looking so comfortable, Tommy wouldn’t say no to getting inside these clean sheets. There was a nightstand beside the bed, with a large book on it.

A huge armchair was near to the bookshelves, it was probably for reading. Then he saw a wooden desk with books and some other things on it, it was in front of the windows. The curtains were wide open and the room was light-well. He walked to the table and saw the notebooks and pens. One of the notebooks was open on the table, with a pen next to it. Tommy knew it wasn’t right but he couldn’t help but be curious and listened to the voices in the house, guaranteeing she’s not coming yet. Then he started to read the last page, today’s date was written on it.

‘Who are you really, and what were you before? What did you do and what did you think?’ I can’t find them anywhere, I searched all night. But I can’t stop thinking about him. Who is he, what has he done? I’d be more than happier if I knew the answers. I know he did something, I can feel. I see it in his eyes, that eyes... They look ironically innocent and I think I’m losing myself in that ocean eyes. The ocean could be a nice definition for him, a deep ocean full of mysteries and secrets. Who is he?

I like the fact that he isn’t like the rest. Not that I’m attractive or something, I can tell that he’s not a ‘ladies’ man’ by his looks. He’s like a book that I can’t read even how much I want. He looks mean, why? What he had been through, what did he deal with? His face is beautiful, but he looks like he is lost in memories. He looks but doesn’t see, his mind is somewhere else. Maybe I’m imagining all of these...Always trying to attribute more meaning to things, bad habit.

Thomas was quite shocked by the sentences and he wanted to continue but he heard the footsteps. He started to look at the books, she found him in front of them when she opened the door. ‘Sorry for making you wait and... for Daisy’s words.’ Her voice sounded even softer to him this time. ‘I’m the one who came too early, and it’s normal she thinks like that.’ She came closer as he spoke, and looked at the books as Thomas looked at her. ‘I’m impressed. A young lady with all of these books.’

‘I’m almost twenty-seven. I don’t smoke, not a big fan of alcohol so this is where I spend my money.’ She smiled lightly and turned to him, finding the soft blues already looking at her. ‘Did you find our writer?’ Thomas asked, already knowing the answer. She glanced away, ‘No... But I didn’t have the time to search properly.’ He smiled, ‘It’s okay, you can inform me later.’ Of course, she wanted that. ‘I’ll start to look at some books, where can I find you and when?’ Thomas gave her the betting shop’s address and said seven o’clock.

‘Want to stay for a cup of tea?’ She offered as they go back to the kitchen. ‘I would love to, but have some business.’ She nodded and he walked to the door. ‘Goodbye, Thomas.’ A small smile curved his lips, ‘I’ll wait for you.’ Then she closed the door and saw Daisy’s smile, ‘He likes you!’ She screamed and y/n frowned, ‘Are you still drunk or what? Of course he doesn’t, the only reason we see each other is his brother’s homework.’ Daisy rolled her eyes, ‘You’re a fool but I’m not, y/n. It’s a stupid homework, who fucking cares? He was here because he wanted to see you again.’ Then she left the room, leaving y/n alone with her thoughts and a racing heart.

***

She spent all morning in her room, looking for the sentences but couldn’t find them anywhere. When the clock stroked two in the afternoon, she gave up, decided to get ready. She was going to see him and couldn’t help but feel excited. There was something about him that made her feel like she should be with him, in a romantic way or not. She didn’t want to get all dolled up for him so, she chose a simple, linen white dress. It wasn’t short or long, ended up on her knees. She had a snack and after brushing her teeth, she wore a cardigan and left the house.

It didn’t take her much time to find the place, she knocked on the door. A woman in her mid-forties opened the door, with a burning cigarette between her lips, ‘Who are you?’ It sounded a bit rude but she didn’t mind and tried to smile a little, ‘Afternoon, ma’am. I’m here for Thomas, I don’t know his surname actually.’ She listened to her and spoke after stopping for a minute, ‘Get in dear, you can find him in his office.’ y/n thanked her and stepped inside the house, searching for the office.

‘Wowow, who do we have ‘ere? Who are you beautiful?’ A man stopped her by holding her wrist, he was younger than Thomas but his eyes looked similar. ‘Let me go, I’m here for Thomas.’ He cracked a smile, ‘Why the fuck Tommy gets the prettiest ones, eh?’ Another man -he was clearly older than this man and Thomas- appeared, ‘Wanna hang out with me sometime, darling?’ He smiled and she gulped down, realizing he was drunk. The older man stepped closer to her as the other one still held her wrist until a harsh voice interrupted, ‘Get your fucking hands off of her, ay?’

The men stepped back and Thomas saw her, she was shaking a little. ‘She’s not who you thought she was. Now, fuck off, both of you.’ They seemed a little hurt but left the place, then he asked, ‘Are you alright? Come to my office, looks like you need a drink.’ She didn’t say anything and followed him, Thomas poured two glasses once they came in. She let the liquor burn her throat as she sat to the armchair. ‘Forgive me for my brothers’ behaviours. It’s being an awful day at work, I forgot you’ll come.’ He apologized again as she read the name on his table.

‘Oh, you are Thomas Shelby... Aren’t you?’ She was shocked and look at his face, waiting for an answer. ‘I couldn’t hide who I am forever, right? By the way, you heard of me?’ She laughed sarcastically, ‘Is it even possible to not hear of you? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?’ Thomas arched an eyebrow, ‘For what? To make you run away and never talk to me again? I know you heard the loose talk, y/n and I’m not gonna deny it. But I didn’t tell you because I wanted you to get to know me. I wanted you to know who is real Thomas Shelby, not believe in what other people say.’

‘Of course, you can leave now if you do-’ She cut him, ‘I wouldn’t run away, you know. If you were honest to me, I wouldn’t judge you. I still don’t.’ She glanced away and Thomas watched her, trying to understand if she was telling the truth. ‘I came here to say I couldn't find the sentences anywhere.’ He smiled at that, ‘I think now we both know that I don’t care, so is Finn. I just wanted to see you more.’ y/n blushed a little, ‘Good try, Mr Shelby. Good try.’ They both laughed this time as she stood up. ‘But you should try better for a date, right? I’ll be waiting for your call.’ Thomas’ face brightened, ‘I’ll ask you for a date you won’t be able to refuse, Miss Collins.’

Thomas called her the other day. It’s been a very long time since he went to a proper date, he was extremely nervous but she was there to comfort him. They enjoyed their time and the dates went on. She realised Tommy was the one for her when he came into her house two in the morning, just give her a book she was talking about previously. He wasn’t a fan of reading, especially novels, but he took it as his duty to read her favourites, so they could talk about them. The Shelby family loved her, especially Ada and Polly. Ada was happy she finally found someone to talk with, about everything.

It was a normal evening when Tommy took her out to dinner, the two of them were smiling happily. He looked at her and took a breath, finally ready to speak. ‘I need to tell you something.’ She left the fork and looked at him directly, losing herself in that piercing blue eyes. ‘I’m listening.’ She waited for him to continue. ‘Remember that sentences I read that night? The ones you searched up for.’ Of course she remembered, he smiled a little when she nodded. ‘The truth is, they weren’t written there.’ Her brows arched with curiosity, ‘What?’

‘I made up them.’ He stopped and looked at y/n, knowing she’ll ask the reason. ‘Why would you do that?’ His smile appeared again as his heart melted, ‘Because I didn’t want you to leave and they were my questions for you.’ Her lips parted and she blinked, he knew she wouldn’t be angry. ‘So... You’ve got your answers now?’ y/n asked and smiled, he wanted to leave there and kiss her all night. ‘Oh, I got my answers. But the thing is... I have new questions for you.’ She laughed at that and he felt comfortable with the sound she made while laughing. ‘Then ask.’

She was expecting him to ask questions about work or her past, not that. Thomas stood up and walked to her, taking a red velvet box from his pocket and kneeled down in front of her. ‘Well, I found and memorized enough quotes to impress you but I won’t do that. I’m probably the most fucked up man you’ve seen in your life and you deserve much better than me. But I have to confess, y/n. You’re the only one who brightens my life, your presence is the only reason I woke up in the mornings. So you, y/n Collins, will you do that? Will you help me to live my life like I’m in a book? Will you marry me?’

y/n was speechless, shedding tears of joy. She looked at baby blues, knowing they'll be the first things she’s going to see every morning. ‘Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you!’ She said happily and let him put the ring on her finger, then kissed him like there was no tomorrow. The rest followed; engagement, marriage and all... She started to work for the Shelby company but he made her promise to write also. One morning in the bed, Thomas asked how was it going. ‘Oh, I have an idea.’ Thomas asked what was it. ‘I’ll write about you, Tommy.’

He smiled but saw his wife was serious, ‘Don’t do that.’ She frowned and turned to him, ‘Why’s that?’ Thomas thought for a while and spoke, ‘Write about us, not me.’ The new idea gained her appreciation, ‘Why not?’ She was going to tell him her thoughts but Thomas prevented this with leaving soft kisses to her neck, she was starving for his touch now. y/n made herself a cup of coffee when her husband left for work, she had a day-off. She went to her snuggery, taking the pen and opening her new notebook. She looked at the photo on her desk, the one from their wedding. She started to write from the beginning.

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futurewriter2000 · 6 years ago

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The Hidden Sides

A/N: I know right. Some of these even I would turn into a movie but oh well, long way there, don’t you think. Hhaha. Thank you though, the anon, for believing in me so much <3 I wrote the first James Sirius Potter and I really like it. This was just written in the moment of real dark shit. Hope you like it.

PAIRING: James S. Potter x reader

REQUEST: Can I request a James Potter ( the son ) Imagine ? Btw i really love your writing it should be published or turned into movies :’)

It was never easy growing up in a broken family. When nights got rough, days got sad and time could do nothing than just pass.

You could never do anything else but stare at the ceiling, thinking- hoping- praying that he would leave you alone. That he wouldn't be storming to your room and starting to shout, scream.

In moments you thought of grabbing your earphones and suffocating the noises with music. In other moments, your heart started to race so fast and tears seemed to gather in your eyes that you were afraid to even move an inch from your bed.

All you could do was hope that the meal you cooked him was enough to make him stay away from you. To keep you from feeling so much pain.

You could hear him talking to himself, mumbling, shouting and slamming the cupboard doors in the kitchen.

You shut your eyes.

Now, he was walking to the bathroom and whispering to himself. " Look at this. Filth. Nothing but filth." You could see his face, his drunken, swollen face.

He said it was filthy but you cleaned the bathroom just today. He was just being a drunken arse. But that didn't stop the fear that grew and built inside of you.

At some point, it sounded cowardly to wish for your mom and want her to be here. It hurt in your heart to not receive that.

But you were on the train now, compartment door shut and your body curled up in the corner.

Tears escaped...not that you wanted them too but they just did.

Actually, that's a lie.

You stopped crying a while ago. You didn't see the point in letting people know how much it hurt to be you.

" Hey! How about this one!?" shouted a familiar voice and you looked up at him, eyelids dropped and your eyes exhausted. " It's just (y/n)!" he shouted and walked inside the compartment.

' Just (y/n). Hey, it's just me. Don't mind me. I guess. ' you shook your head and looked through the window.

" I'll be right back," said the boy who popped his brown-haired head into the compartment and smiled at you. " Hey, (y/n)." he waved than looked at his friend. " Saw Fanny few compartments down." he winked before disappearing and closing the compartment doors.

" Go get her tiger." He laughed at him before finally getting comfortable in his seat and looking at his travel companion. " So, how was your summer?" he asked.

" It was fine." you tried to smile yet your skin and muscles were so tense it resulted in a simper too weak to fool him. Though you noticed the change in his expression, you quickly asked the same. "You?"

" Same as usual. Brought Teddy with us to Croatia to watch mum play." he smiled, fiddling with his fingers.

" Croatia. Sounds like a dream." your simper now finally stretched into a manageable smile but James was still not convinced. " How is your mum? "

" She's fiery as usual though I have to say you've left quite an impression on her." he chuckled and you put your feet on the ground so you could face him properly.

" Well, only a few of us can pull the charismatic charm." you flipped the hair off your shoulder and he laughed.

" You haven't seen me around parents. I'm quite a charmer." he winked and leaned back, placing his feet on the seat next to you. " Your parents would be blown away by my charm."

And there it was. That word, those same thoughts.

" I knew it." he mumbled and you looked up, eyebrows knitted in a puzzle.

"Knew what?"

" We've been friends since the Second Year and I have never heard anything about your home life yet every time you board into train you can barely smile. " he started and you stared.

" So?" was the only manageable word you could spill out.

" So, talk to me. "

"No offense James but I don't like sharing my.private life with you. " you started to get furious.

" No offense (y/n) but I won't leave you alone until you do." he continued and put his feet on the ground, mirroring your position. " I'm an idiot, yes but I'm no fool. You've been there for me when everything with Albus was going to hell so why can't I do the same for you?"

" Because the only thing I want from you is not knowing the Muggle me but the Witch me. I don't want to talk about what's waiting for me outside the Wizarding world. I want to talk about professor Flitwick being an arse and giving us extra homework when we giggle during his class or how Peeves keeps being a prick splashing us with those water balloons."

" You need to talk to somebody-"

"I don't want to, don't you get it! " you were now standing up and looking down at him. " I don't want your help. I've been through this for the past 18 years. I'm used to it!" you shouted at him and stormed out of the compartment, knocking a few shoulders as you did.

---

" I was out of line. I'm sorry." you heard him whisper in your ear as he took a seat beside you.

" It's alright. " you looked at him softly and placed your hand on his, squeezing it gently. " You were just worried."

"Still am."

" James." you warned and he smiled, lifting his hands in defeat.

"Alright. Alright. But you will talk to me about this...when you're ready of course."

And to be completely honest his words scared you. If this boy, the boy who you have been friends since the Second year tries to make you open up with him, what will he think of you? This girl, always complaining about her family when my own father was living under a cupboard and starving most of the years of his life.

“ Yeah. Sure.” you simpered and focused your attention on Professor Flitwick.

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The best thing about Hogwarts, for you, was the fact that parents weren’t around and you could do everything you wished for. Back when Teddy was still at Hogwarts, you could walk the halls freely after curfew but now you had to be more careful where you step and how you step.

The Slytherins loved catching the Gryffindors out of bed at night and both you and James were never to become a Prefect due to your attitude and troublemaking.

“ Remember when we were blasting Kid Rock back in our Fourth year and knew Teddy would join us instead of sending us back to bed.” James behind you whispered as you stopped around the corner, peeking over and seeing no sight of a Prefect.

“ Remember Whitesnake - Is This Love when we sang every time Teddy was around Victorie.” you turned and found James an inch apart and despite the darkness, you could see the beautiful mass of brown and green in his eyes, his curls falling down.

He showed you a bright smile and bit his lower lip, staring at your lips. “ Still know the lyrics?” he moved away and gave you a hand, which you gladly took.

“ I should have known better than to let you go alone. At times like this, I can’t make it on my own.” you sang, a smile curving on your lips as you wrinkled your nose at him.

“ Wasted days and sleepless nights.” he sang louder than you and opened his arms to show you he sang it from the heart. “ And I can’t wait to see you again- IS THIS LOVE!!”

“ Oh, my God James, shut up.” you pressed your hand against his mouth.

“ THAT I’M FEELING!” he continued to shout through the hall and you laughed, shoving him away from you. “ Come on! If we get caught, at least we’ll get caught in style.” he winked and continued. “ IS THIS THE LOVE THAT I’VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR!” he now took your hand and spun you around and around a few times, before pulling you to him and slowly moving his feet.

“ IS THIS LOVE! OR AM I DREAMING!” you now sang from the top of your lungs and he laughed, spinning with you as he swayed left and right.

“ This must be love..” he now leaned his forehead on yours and looked at you softly. “ Cuz it really got a hold of me...” he whispered so quietly but you heard him perfectly, the only thing on your mind his lips that moved so harmonically as he sang that last part.

The surroundings got really quiet and the only thing you could hear was the beat of your heart and his and yours heavy breaths. Both of his hands slid to your neck and slid up to your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss.

You kissed him back sweetly, smiling into it as you slowly pulled away, looking up at his eyes.

“ HEY!” a shout came from afar and both of you turned around to see a small light emerging from someone’s wand tip.

James smiled mischievously at you before jumping back and offering you a hand. “ Come on. Before he catches us.”

You giggled and gladly took his hand, running to the Gryffindor tower as he pulled you with him, both laughing out loud. As soon as the two of you made your way through the portrait hole, he pressed you against the wall and started kissing you again.

You didn’t mind it and knotted your fingers in his black curls. “ What if anybody sees us?” you whispered against his lips and he gave you a soft peck.

“ Let them see.” he gave another kiss, speaking in between them. “ I‘ve - been - wanting - to - do - this- “ he now stopped, looking into your eyes and tucking your hair behind your ear. “ Since the Fourth Year. “ he smiled and this time you were the one pulling him into a kiss.

---

Dating James was just the same as being with your best friend, just better. He was so kind and loving, gentle and always there to make you smile.

He loved making you smile. He continued to that day after day, each time the two of you were together. He just couldn’t bare you seeing with that beautiful smile of his.

“ If a Virgo man finds too many flaws in his partner, he will, without a doubt, search for another one. “ you read from your phone and looked up at him rolling his eyes. “ Really?”

He grabbed the phone from your hands and scrolled down. You lifted your head from his lap and tried to take it from his grasp but he only moved away and smiled, quoting the next line. “ He is often too practical, but when he is swept off his feet, he will be surprisingly romantic and tender. “ he grinned and moved closer to you, pressing his lips to yours and kissing you softly. “ No flaws when you have swept me off my feet.” he smiled and gave you back your phone.

You laid down on his lap and continued to read. “ Understanding Virgo man: This is a man that has one mission in life – to fix something. “

“ Yeah. Fix my grades or mum’ll kill me.” he laid his head back against the sofa and you laughed.

“ Oh, look.” you scrolled down and started reading. “ He will treasure a pen, a notebook, a laptop or anything he can write on, even if he claims he is not into writing. “

“ Yeah right. I don’t even write in class, sure I’ll write during my free time.” he joked.

“ Okay. How about... a transparent, manly watch, with all the gear wheels shown, or any book on how stuff works. “ you smiled up at him and he took the phone from your hands and threw it on the armchair, cupping your cheeks.

“ Yeah. Buy me a book of how to make you shut up about my zodiac sign.”

“ You’re just mad because it’s getting everything right.” you pressed your hand against his forehead and pushed him away playfully.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up and kissing your cheek. “ You’ll never get rid of me. You probably read about us Virgo man being annoying as hell.”

“ Yeah. Couldn’t miss that.” you giggled.

“ I love you too much to let go of you.” he whispered and you immediately turned your head to him and putting your hand against his cheek.

“ You-”

“ - love you.” he finished. “ Yes.”

“ I love you too.”

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The spring holidays that came rather too soon were here and you were trying to battle every way for not going back home. You threw another shirt at him and plopped yourself on the bed. “ I don’t want you to go. “ you looked up and he smiled. “ Or me.” you finished.

“ I know and mum wishes you could come but we’re all going to grandma’s and grandpa’s for this picnic thing.” he put the shirt in his backpack and laughed as you laid on your back and stared at the ceiling.

“ It’s just...” you wanted to tell him how much you hated going back home. Seeing his drunk and swollen face or smell of cigars or the stupid town and Muggles. “ Ugh!” you said instead of everything you wanted to.

He looked back at you, grabbing another dirty shirt from his chair and walking closer.

He knew. God, he knew you were hiding your home life from him but he was prepared to wait until you were prepared. But his patience was becoming thinner than a thread and he was slowly getting irritated by your secrets.

“ You want to talk about it?” he asked, throwing the shirt on top of his backpack and sitting beside you.

“ No- No.” you sighed and sat back up. “ It’s not that bad. I’ll see my Muggle friends and cousins. It won’t be bad.”

God, he wanted to know but instead of drilling into you, he stood back up and threw the shirt in the backpack. “ Alright.” he scoffed quietly, gritting his teeth and shaking his head. “ You know what? No. It’s not alright.” he turned around and pointed his finger at you. “ I keep thinking you’ll tell me but you never do!”

“ Tell you what?!” you stood from the bed and glared at him as well.

“ Tell me this secret side of you that you continue to hide. It’s like you don’t trust me enough! It’s like you’re afraid it’ll change the way I feel about you because I told you I love you yet I feel like you don’t feel the same!”

“ I love you too! How dare do you even think that I might not!”

“ I don’t know but maybe it’s because you continue to hide this big part of yourself from me and I feel like I don’t know you!”

“ I don’t want you to know the Muggle me.”

“ There is no Muggle you or Witch you. There’s only you and I hate that I only know a little bit of you. I want to know the whole you!”

“ This is whole me!”

“ No! You’re sad! All the time!” he shouted and you shut up. “ Don’t you think I’ve noticed every time you stared at the owls when the mail arrived or the fact that everything that connects you to the Muggle world or to your past, you just hide in your shell again! I’m sick of it! I’ve been patient and waiting for you to talk to me since the day we met yet here you are, still hiding yourself away from me!”

“ Hiding away?!” you scoffed and walked closer to him. “You want to know the real me!? I’m a Muggle who lives in the crappiest towns, filled with drug addicts, alcoholics and whores! I live in the worst parts in that town and my dad is the aggressive drunk who I have to serve every day. I have to be a slave to him because I’m afraid he’ll hurt me. Gryffindor, brave of heart bullshit!” you rolled your eyes. “ I hate the me who has to live there! I hate the me who has to put it up with it. I hate the me that begs for her mum at nights when he comes home. I hate the me who can’t say a single fucking word to him! Or the me who at times when nights get really rough, thinks of the easiest way out!” you screamed and fat tears started to fall down your cheek.

But he was the one being quiet, guilty he made you tell him everything this way. Because his patience was growing smaller but he never thought that everything you were going through back home was this bad.

He pulled you in a hug and kissed the side of your head. “ I’m so sorry.” he whispered while you grabbed his shirt and sobbed on his chest.

“ I don’t want you to know what a coward I am back there.” you cried and pulled away to brush the tears from your cheeks.

He placed his hand below your cheeks and brushed the tears with his thumbs. “ You’re not a coward. I think you’re brave and strong to go through that and to keep a straight mind when you do. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been for you but all in all, I am sorry I had to dig it out of you so cruelly.”

“ No. You’ve just wanted to know. I wouldn’t blame you for not trusting me. I wouldn’t trust me as well.”

“ Hey-hey,” he whispered, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks. “ I do trust you. More than anybody ever could and in fact I’ll write to mum and dad and tell them I’m staying in Hogwarts with you and you can write home and say there’s school work you have to catch on.” he smiled and before you could argue, he cut in. “ And no humble ‘Don’t you stay because of me’. I’m staying and so are you. No way I’m leaving you to go there anymore.” he moved away and started unpacking, throwing the shirts out of his backpack.

You could only stare at his back and rethink everything he said. You didn’t find the words to express how much you loved him and instead you just stared. As you saw him take out the parchment and ink to write to his parents you walked over to him and hugged him tightly around the waist. “ I love you,” you said and felt his arms wrap around you as well. “ More than you could imagine.”

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noona-clock · 6 years ago

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And Always

Hi! If it isn't too much to ask, could I request something along the lines of a Small Town Friends-to-Lovers AU with Key? I'd prefer fluff but I'm sure anything you write will be great!

Of course, anon! It’s definitely not too much to ask, and I hope you like what I came up with!

Genre: Small Town!AU/Friends to Lovers

Pairing: Key x You

Warnings: None

Words: 2,374

“Hi, Marie,” you grinned as you stepped into the ice cream shop, holding the door open for your best friend behind you.

“Hey, you two,” Marie replied with a friendly smile. “Just let me know when you’re ready to order.”

Key let out a sort of frustrated huff behind you, but you didn’t turn around to look at him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction right now.

“You can’t just distract me with ice cream,” he said in pointed tones.

“I can, and I am,” you told him casually, your eyes scanning the menu above the counter. You knew exactly what you wanted, of course, since you’d been coming here for years... but you still didn’t want to make eye contact with Key, so perusing your ice cream options was your only choice.

Again, Key let out a frustrated huff. “Y/N, come on,” he murmured. “We have to talk about it sooner or later. Graduation is next week.”

Rather than responding to him, telling him you certainly did not have to talk about it -- not just sooner or later, but ever -- you simply stepped up to the counter and waved your hand to get Marie’s attention.

The owner of the shop sidled up on the other side of the counter, eyebrows raised expectantly as she waited for you to place your order.

“One chocolate chip cookie dough in a waffle cone, and one rainbow sherbet in a cup, please,” you requested, shooting Marie a sweet smile.

“You got it, sweetie,” Marie winked. “Coming right up.”

“Y/N,” Key sighed before you felt his hands come down on your shoulders.

“Rainbow sherbet is your favorite,” you said in a sing-song tone, finally turning to face him.

Key pursed his lips, and you began to feel slight pangs of guilt for avoiding him like you were...

But you really didn’t want to talk about what he wanted to talk about!

Even though it was inevitable!

If you didn’t talk about it, things could get really sad and awkward!

And Key had been your best friend since Kindergarten, practically, so there was no way you were going to jeopardize your friendship.

“What else is there to talk about?” you finally said, lifting your shoulders (and Key’s hands) into a shrug.

“Uh, let’s see,” Key replied in the sassiest of tones. “We could start by talking about the fact you still haven’t decided where you’re going to school.”

Your heart began to beat just a bit more quickly, and your gaze flitted to the side, avoiding Key’s.

“I have plenty of time,” you chuckled awkwardly.

“You do not! We graduate next week! You can’t go into summer vacation not knowing where you’re going to college!”

“I’m sure plenty of people do it!” you defended.

Key opened his mouth to issue a retort, but Marie interrupted by handing his sherbet cup over the counter.

“One rainbow sherbet,” she announced happily.

Key thanked her after taking the cup, grabbed a spoon, and then issued his retort.

“I don’t care if other people do it,” he told you. “I care that you’re doing it. Because you’re my best friend, and I just don’t understand --”

“Well, I don’t understand why you want to leave so badly,” you interjected.

Key simply let out a single laugh before digging into his sherbet and sticking his spoon in his mouth.

“What? What’s so funny?” you asked as Marie handed over your chocolate chip cookie dough cone.

Your best friend threw a quirked brow your way, and you shrugged innocently before taking a rather large bite of your ice cream.

“You know I don’t belong here,” Key said quietly as the two of you plopped onto some barstools by the window.

And, yes, you did know that. Or, at least, you knew he’d been talking about leaving for about five years now.

The thing was -- you and Key grew up (and currently lived) in a very small town. Everyone knew each other, and things rarely ever changed.

But Key loved change. He liked to shake things up.

You did not.

Change... kind of terrified you.

So the fact Key wanted to leave and most likely never come back... kind of terrified you.

Because you didn’t want to leave.

You liked things the way they were, and you never wanted anything to change. Ever.

“It’s not so bad here, though,” you said for probably the twentieth time. “You could go to college, become a teacher, and then come back here and teach theater or music or something!”

Key simply let out a very heavy sigh.

You knew that wasn’t going to happen, but you figured you would offer it up as a suggestion anyway. It doesn’t hurt to try, right?!

“I don’t want to leave you here,” he finally murmured.

“I don’t want you to leave me here, either!”

“So just come with me! We’ll go to school together! We’ll build a whole new life together!” he pleaded, almost to the point of actually begging you on his knees.

Your brow furrowed deeply, and you stared at your chocolate chip cookie dough cone, watching as it slowly melted and dripped over your finger.

You wanted to.

You wanted to go with him, but... what about your family? What if you left and things fell apart without you? Or what if you left and things got better without you? What if you hated going to college? What if you flunked out? What if you didn’t make any new friends?

All of these ‘what ifs’ just made you so anxious! It would be so much easier, so much better if you just stayed here.

I mean... you wouldn’t have Key if you just stayed here. So that definitely wouldn’t be better.

“Please,” Key whispered, moving to rest his head on your shoulder. “I don’t want to do life without you.”

You knew you couldn’t give him the answer he wanted. Not right now, and maybe not ever.

But you could tell him, “I’ll think about it.”

“You’ll really think about it?”

“...Yes. I will really think about it.”

You would certainly try. For him.

Graduation came and went in a total blur. I mean, it didn’t actually last that long because there were less than thirty students graduating, but still. It seemed to pass in just the blink of an eye.

The few days after graduation, Key was busy packing up. Unsurprisingly, he had decided to enroll in summer classes, so he was set to move out in just a week or two.

So while he was busy packing, you were busy distracting yourself and denying everything. Pretending like it wasn’t happening. Pretending like he was packing for vacation.

When the time came for him to actually leave.... well, you still told yourself he was coming back. Even when he was hugging you tightly and you could hear him sniffling, you still smiled. You were convinced he wasn’t leaving for good.

Even though he was.

Things didn’t really hit you until the next weekend.

Usually, you and Key spent afternoons after school together doing homework; the weekends were reserved for everything fun. And when Key, things were always fun. You would see a movie or go shopping or talk about what your classmates had worn that week or whatever your hearts desired.

As long as it didn’t require too much money or a car.

You were high school students in a small town, after all.

At least... you used to be.

When you woke up the Saturday after Key left, your first instinct was to pick up your phone and text him, ask him what he wanted to do today.

You actually did type it out, but before you pressed ‘Send,’ you realized...

You wouldn’t like his answer.

And only then did you admit to yourself he had left. For good.

You would be able to see him from time to time, but he was never going to live here again.

He was gone, and you were still here.

And... honestly, you just couldn’t handle that. You couldn’t deal with it.

What was life without Key, your very best friend? Who would you spend all of your time with? Who would you tell everything to? Who would support you and comfort you and tell you to suck it up and give you the tough love you needed?

Suddenly (though probably not so suddenly), you felt a tear slide down your cheek. You felt your throat closing up and your stomach forming a huge, bottomless hole.

And all of your feelings crashed down on you at once.

Why had you been so stupid? Why had you pushed everything to the side instead of just dealing with it? Instead of just making a decision?

You had been worried about leaving your family, but you knew your family would always be here. They would always be right here whenever you came back.

But Key wouldn’t.

Who knows where he would end up? He would probably conquer the world, and one thing you knew for sure -- you wanted to be with him.

You got out of bed and ready as quickly as possible, telling your mom you were going to visit Key -- and not telling her you were probably never coming back.

I mean, you would come back to pack up your things and stuff. But you know what I mean.

You drove for about an hour until you realized you had no idea where you were going. So you told Siri to call him, your heart thumping with each ring that came through your car speakers.

“Hey,” Key answered after the fourth ring. “What’s up?”

“Hi, so, um, where do you live?”

“...What do you mean?” he chuckled.

“Where are you? Right now?”

“I’m in my dorm room,” he told you, sounding more than a little confused. “What’s going on?”

“Text me your address.”

“...Okay. Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Just text me your address. Thanks!” You quickly hung up before he could ask again, though you weren’t sure why you hadn’t just told him you were coming to see him...

A few moments later, a message came through on your phone. You carefully clicked on the address Key had sent, bringing it up in your Maps app and setting your destination.

About an hour later, you found yourself parking in front of Key’s dorm, your heart now beating wildly.

He was already waiting outside for you, and the second you saw him, you felt that lump in your throat forming again. You felt hot tears pressing against the backs of your eyes as you ran to him, immediately sliding your arms around his middle and pressing your face into his neck.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What are you doing here?” Key asked, that all too familiar confused laugh hidden in his voice.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, trying your absolute best to stop those tears from falling. “I shouldn’t have pretended like you were coming back. I shouldn’t have acted like everything was okay. I’m not okay. I don’t want you to leave. I mean, I know you already left, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize earlier that I didn’t want you to leave.”

Key let out a somewhat amused sigh, bringing his arms around you and patting your back comfortingly. “It took you a whole week to realize that?”

“I want to be here,” you continued. “I want to be with you. I don’t think I can live without you. I can’t be myself without you.”

You felt Key freeze. You almost pulled away to look at him, but he spoke before you had the chance to.

“You... what? You want to be with me?” he asked softly.

You nodded, clutching the back of his shirt for dear life.

“Like... be with me?”

Why was he asking you again? You’d just said ‘yes’!

So you nodded again.

And, this time, Key leaned back. He let his arms fall from around your shoulders. He brought his hands up to cradle your cheeks.

And then he kissed you.

Your eyes flew open immediately, your breath catching in your throat because you were shocked. More than shocked.

What -- what was going on?

Why was Key kissing you?

You were much too stunned to say or do anything, but thankfully, Key wasn’t. He pulled away after a few seconds, pressing his forehead against yours and letting his breath fan over your lips.

“I was hoping you would realize it,” he whispered. “Obviously, I was hoping you would realize before I left, but a week isn’t bad.”

“...Realize what?” you croaked, your voice just barely audible.

“That we’re more than just friends. I’ve known for a long time, but I wanted to wait for you. And now you’re here.”

Oh -- oh, god. Were you here?

Were you?!

Your mind was absolutely racing -- along with your heart -- but when you opened your mouth to tell Key you had no idea what was going on...

You couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t say anything.

And then all of a sudden you were kissing him again.

You were kissing him back.

Because you had meant every word you’d said just a minute ago.

You wanted to be here with him. You didn’t know how you could live without him by your side. You didn’t know if you could be yourself without him by your side.

You had always known deep down Key would be by your side for the rest of your life, but had you thought it would be as just your friend?

Had you really expected him to find someone else to fall in love with and get married to?

Had you really expected you to find someone else to fall in love with? Get married to?

...When you really thought about it, no. You hadn’t even let those thoughts enter your mind.

But, to be honest, you weren’t going to let any thoughts of love enter your mind right now.

Right now, all you would focus on was getting registered for college. Getting a dorm, getting a roommate, signing up for classes.

And being with Key.

That’s all you needed, to be with him. Right now... and always.

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acrcsstheuniversee · 6 years ago

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Anon Request:

Can I request a mclennon fic where its like fluff and John realizes he really needs glasses (like he can NOT read) and Paul tells him he should really get his eyes checked but John continues to deny it. Eventually, maybe like a time skip pr something (or not whatever u decide :>), it turns out he does get his eyes checked (cause Paul convinced him lol) and has to wear glasses but he feels insecure wearing them so paul continues to tell him how nice he looks in them :>> (sorry this is so long...)

Read how to send me a request!

Buddy Holly Look

Pairing: John Lennon x Paul McCartney (McLennon)

Warnings: Q-slur, some cursing

Words: 1000+

Summary: John and Paul are weeks into their new friendship. John has been trying to hide the fact that he has trouble seeing to Paul because he’s too proud and embarrassed to need specs.

Author’s Note: Here you go anon! I decided to have them be their young boy selves! Hope you and everyone else enjoys! Please forgive me that I’m used to journalistic writing and punctuation. It’s very different from creative writing. Hope that doesn’t bother you all too much.

* This is fiction. Some details may not be historically accurate for plot.

“John! Your friend his here!” Mimi shouted from the kitchen downstairs.

John bounced off his bed and rushed to the front door. He has been sitting in his room for hours practicing the song Paul showed him last time he was over instead of doing his homework. He had to make sure Paul knew he was improving so he didn’t seem stupid or anything.

“Hey!” John said sounding a little bit more excited than expected when he answered the door to see Paul beaming with a smile, guitar in hand.

“Hey there, Lennon,” he chuckled. “Ready to show me what you’ve got?”

“Of course I do, you stupid git,” John joked, moving over to let Paul in.

They went up to John’s room which was tidy just for Paul’s visit. Paul slightly smiled when he saw how neat the room was. He knew for a fact John wasn’t this clean all the time. ‘How cute?’ He thought.

Paul took a seat on John’s desk chair and John sat on his bed.

“So how is the song coming along?” Paul asked as he gave his guitar strings a light strum to check its sound.

”I’ve got it, you just listen,” the older boy replied cockily. John began to play and sing “Blue Moon” by Billie Holiday, a slight shake in his voice now that Paul was watching him. He was so nervous all of a sudden.

“Blue moon, now I’m no longer alone, without a dream in my heart... mm.. without a... hmm... ermm...”

“Hm?” Paul tilted his head. He could tell John forgot the words, but he couldn’t help but smile. John’s face when he was focused was so funny. He would furrow his thick eyebrows and just stare at whatever he was deciding on. He was so expressive but Paul was sure his new friend wouldn’t want to hear something like that.

“Ah what a load of shit!” John complained, frustrated by his mistake. He worked so hard to perfect the song all week and he still ended up messing it up. He squeezed the neck of the guitar until his knuckles turned white.

“Hey hey!” Paul chuckled as he lightly placed his hand on John’s knee in attempt to calm him down. “Don’t sweat it Johnny if you forgot the lyrics.” Paul pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket with the lyrics on it. He hand-wrote them in case there was an occasion one of them would forget the words---it seemed that today was the day. “Here,” he handed the other boy the paper.

John rolled his eyes, pushing his whiff-styled hair back before taking the lyrics.

He glanced over it but couldn’t help but squint his eyes. When that didn’t work, he brought the paper so close to his face that it could practically touch his curved nose.

“What’s with your shit writing?” he complained. There was actually nothing wrong with Paul’s writing. It was very legible.

Paul watched his friend struggle. This happened the last time they played music together and almost all the times they went out to eat or something. John would bring the menus so close to his face but Paul never paid much attention until now.

“Have you considered getting your eyes checked?”

John put the paper down and stared at the younger boy. “Are you trying to say I need specs? I’d look pathetic.”

“Just a thought. I don’t think you would look pathetic...” Paul said a bit shyly, thinking of John with thick Buddy Holly-type glasses. Wouldn’t that be rich?

John stared at him a bit longer, thinking of his comment just now. “I wouldn’t?”

“Nope. I think you’d look quite good. You can make it work.” Paul said confidently.

John fought back a smile. “Hm.. alright then, let’s get on with this song.” Paul smiled to himself knowing well John considered taking his advice. His friend was so stubborn.

They played their guitars and sang for a couple more hours but Paul continued to tease John about his eyesight when they were reading lyrics. “Oh, I’ve had it with you, you cunt.” John lightly pushed Paul’s shoulder, trying not to look to bothered by his comments. “Oh come on Johnny, you’re blind as a bat!” The younger boy laughed.

“Next time we are out, I’m going to lead you into the the women’s loo.”

“Shut up, ya dick. It’s getting late, go home to daddy.”

“Oh I’m only jokin’ Johnny.”

John rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, get home now. Tah, tah.”

“You’re no fun,” he teased. “Fine, I’ll go home. Next time I see you, I hope you have specs sitting on that face of yours. I’m telling you, you’d look fine.” Paul laughed more as he got up with his guitar, making his way out of the room. “Goodnight, Lennon.”

“Bye, Paul.” John rolled his eyes again, but smiled to himself the moment Paul left.

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A week has passed and John was walking to school earlier than usual to avoid having to deal with too many classmates poking fun at his new glasses. They were black, and thick rimmed. The doctor said he was long overdue for them and that this style wouldn’t catch too much attention. What a fucking lie. They made John feel so pathetic.

He walked quickly, hoping not to run into Paul in this small town. He knew Paul would see eventually but he didn’t want to have to hear it first thing in the morning.

“Oi, Buddy Holly!” a voice yelled from behind him along with the sound of loud stamps of feet trying to catch up to him. John turned and it was Paul. Great, he thought.

John immediately pulled the glasses off before Paul caught up to him.

“Let me see! Put them back on!” he laughed.

“No! That’s just what you want.”

“Of course it is! Let me see,” Paul poked his friend’s arm. “For me, Johnny.”

John stopped walking, faced Paul and sighed.

“Fine.”

Paul’s face brightened with a wide smile. John slowly put his glasses on, making Paul’s dumb, smiley face much more clearer. He shyly looked down and glanced up at Paul nervously. His fingers fidgeting in his pockets.

“....well?”

Paul chuckled and looked right into John’s small eyes, seeing how cutely the glasses framed his face. They were perfect. He looked perfect.

“You look great, Johnny. I’m glad you took my advice.”

The corners of John’s thin lips curled up. He couldn’t stop the smile this time.

“Alright then, you queer. Let’s get on then now that you are all satisfied that you harassed me into this.”

They smiled at each other, both of them feeling warm even with the cold chill of the morning surrounding them. Without waiting around any longer, they started to make their way to school --- side-by-side.

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ladylavellaan · 6 years ago

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OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING I READ IT ALL IN LIKE ONE NIGHT!!! Can you please write a Tamaki Amajiki x reader where the reader has a really cute quirk and he leaves her love letters at her door everyday (I don’t really care how it goes as long as you’re happy!)

Omg, anon you’re such a sweetheart ooc since I don’t know him too well. I’ll be using female pronouns for this one since you used female pronouns in your request.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

She smiles, and the flowers on her skin bloom. The flowers in his heart bloom, too.

“Such a pretty quirk, don’t you think, Tamaki?” Nejire follows his gaze, smiling brightly. “Hey, hey, I heard [l/n]-chan received a bunch of offers for photoshoots and such. Since, you know, her quirk is just so pretty. Miss Japan material. Hey, hey, why are you…?”

Nejire’s hand reaches out suddenly, quickly grabbing the book Tamaki tried to hide his face in. In response, he grunts and meets her blue eyes. “The flowers bloom whenever she’s happy, and they’re always in bloom. Like spring, after a long winter…”

Nejire’s smile widens. She taps his head lightly with his book. “So that must mean she’s always happy, right?”

“Right.” His eyes glance at [f/n] again. She catches his gaze this time and smiles. Sunlight hits her face at that moment, a halo of light forming above her hair. Her eyes glitter like burning gold. Tamaki feels his heart jump to his throat, in love.

“Come on, loverboy,” Nejire giggles, and takes his arm. “We’ll be late for class! Let’s talk about your crush on [l/n]-chan later, okay?”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Celestial sunbeams in your eyes, on your skin. The heavens are at your mercy, as is my heart.

The love letter slipped under her door is carefully sealed in an envelope of her favourite colour. How did her secret admirer know her favourite colour? She holds the note to her chest for a moment, the flowers on her skin blooming yellow. The heavens above are at her mercy…

The words leave her feeling power, confident, beautiful.

“Thank you,” she murmurs quietly and presses her lips against the paper. On her desk sits a small, heart-shaped box, where she keeps all of her love letters from this secret admirer. They are words she cherishes.

It’s such a shame that her admirer is too shy to approach her. Perhaps they are afraid of rejection… To some degree, that’s understandable. She hopes her admirer is someone she knows. Or someone in her year. Oh, no, what if her admirer is a first year…?

What if her admirer is that Mineta boy from Class 1-A? God, she’d just dissolve into the ground. Not out of love but out of disgust.

After placing the love letter in the box, [f/n] flops onto her bed, and lets out a sigh that pines for love.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The day after that, she finds Tamaki standing by the wall, hands slipped in his pocket. Shaded from the merciless sun above, he looks at ease for once, expression relaxed. 3-A is doing exercises in the field today, but of course, he’s already finished. Some peace and quiet have been long overdue with all the tests and quizzes and the two extroverts he hangs around with, so what he has right now is more than ideal.

She approaches him with a wave, and that calmness in his expression suddenly reverts to surprise. What is she doing here…? She’s not in his class…! Oh, no, what should he do? Should he wave back? He lifts his hand, but his heart is swallowed by so much admiration that he freezes up.

Oh god. Great. Perfect. Awesome.

She sticks her hand out. It takes him two seconds to realize that she is handing him strawberry milk in a small carton, probably from one of the vending machines outside.

“Hot today, right?” She grins. Her dimples appear, and Tamaki’s entire world falls apart.

As quick as lightning, Tamaki turns around and faces the wall. His forehead hits smooth stone.

“So you don’t want the drink then?”

“.. I… I am fine.”

“Suit yourself,” she replies calmly. He can hear the smile in her voice. His heart is beating so loudly. “How’ve you been, Amajiri-kun?”

“I’ve been okay. I have been studying.”

“Expected.”

“I sometimes get distracted by the music I listen to, though…”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” he starts feeling more comfortable, his tense stature relaxing. “So I decided to put on a playlist of music I wouldn’t like, like country or EDM. However, it’s irritated me. Two steps forward, two steps back.”

Her laughter is as sudden as the wind that comes and blows her hair. Tamaki turns slightly to look at her. The flowers bloom pink. “I can send you a playlist of music I listen to when I study if you want. Maybe it will help you.”

His heart catches in his throat. “I would like that. Uh– Thank you, [f/n].”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Today, you grinned and so the stars above fell for you. How can anyone be so pretty?

The letter is sealed with a glittery star sticker. She holds the letter against her chest for some time until she finally convinces herself to tuck it away in the box.

That night, Tamaki listens to the songs she sent him. Each one sang about love, and he couldn’t have been more distracted. But that’s okay. His homework can be set aside. He listens to every song until he falls asleep on his desk.

He dreams of strawberry milk.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

She has deduced that her secret admirer must be in her year. A first or second year student sneaking off into the third year dorms would be gossip for days and definitely gossip she’d hear. So that narrows down the list, right? Unless her entire year has seemingly gone out of their way to cut this underclassman some slack and let them slip love letters under her door…

No, no way. She has to have more faith in her year.

Leaning her cheek against her palm, she lazily turns over a page of her textbook. 3 weeks of love letters every day, each with words so sweet she could get seven cavities, [f/n] is dying to meet this person. What was it that made them fall for her? What was it that made them write such heart-clenching words? You grinned and so the stars above fell for you.

“You and I have to meet at some point, you know,” she tells herself, “because this can’t keep going forever. I want to know, admirer… Yes, yes, I have a plan in mind. I’m so sorry to cut this short, but I want to meet you. Please, wait for me!”

A few students look her way, narrowing their eyes. This is a library. Why is that girl talking so loudly to herself?

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

The words burn into his palm. He knows what they say and how he traced them to the paper. The envelope this time is lavender coloured, with a flower sticker sealing it shut. The afternoon sun lies lazily amongst the trees outside. The dorm for the third years is silent at this hour. Only his footsteps dare to make noise.

He was distracted during heroics training today, thinking about her again. Her class happened to be training with his class, and she was on floor with him (amongst a few others). He was such an idiot- he didn’t even see his sensei coming at him at full speed, barraging with power. He had stood, distracted until Nejire’s voice snapped him out of it.

Theoretically speaking he would have had time to react at the last second. But [f/n] drove into action, running forward and grabbing his hand to pull him out of the way. She grabbed his hand.

And while he was receiving an earful from his sensei, her hand never let his go. Maybe she didn’t notice. Or maybe she wanted to hold hands…? Either way, he died and was resurrected back to life.

“Amajiki-kun?” A voice all too familiar brings him back to reality. Dissociating somewhat caused him to be unaware of his surroundings, but delivering her letters has been such a routine that his body knows when to stop in front of her door.

He must have been so lost in thought that he didn’t see her standing in front of her door, hands tucked behind her back.

And now he’s caught red-handed, with the lavender envelope in his hands.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

Rejection. Rejection and then a report to the principal for harassment, for being a creep. Rejection. He won’t even have a chance to be friends with her.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out, and forces himself to bow. “Please, forgive me. I…”

“Forgive you?” Her smile is in her voice. Something light taps his head.

He looks up, and a pink envelope is held out to him. From her..? What is it? A love letter?

He swears he feels his heart give out.

Her smile is brilliant, the flowers blooming purple.

“I was going to give this to you instead, actually.”

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

My feelings for you cannot be put into words. I admire your strength and kindness.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

Your words have given me strength. Thank you for your kindness. Please let me hear your feelings, and let’s move forward to a spring of new beginnings.

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #tamaki amakiji #tamaki amajiki x reader

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His Sister (Stan Uris)(part One)

A/n: I had another idea... I’ll try not to stay up until 8am writing again oof. I may go on a major IT binge so y’all should send in asks if you hate it lmao. This is supposed to be short but so was the last one I did sooooo we’ll see. Also, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Enjoy haha

Anon: Pidge

Word Count: 2700+

Pairings: Ben x Bev, Bill x Mike, Richie x Eddie, Stan x reader, Losers x reader (platonic, mostly), Richie x reader (siblings)

MASTERLIST

She was the princess of the school.

Walking next to Derry Middle School’s number one bitch, Y/n smiled and laughed and looked absolutely gorgeous. She was “best friends” with Greta (earlier mentioned Grade-A Bitch), and was just like her- if not worse. She was the person who was kind and pretended to be your friend and then used your secrets against you when it fitted her. She had no loyalties, and therefore she had no friends. No real ones anyway. Her and Greta were more a mutual benefit - a convenience - than anything else.

She was perfect in the eyes of the crowds though. Always smiling and gentle, especially compared to Greta. She rarely lied (unless you confused her) and if you kept her as an acquaintance or at a distance, she was lovely to have and be around. She was funny and always said the right thing and laughed at the right time and never seem ingenuine.

It was only fitting that someone like her would have secrets and struggles and faults, the entire world turning against her to make her pay for the harm she caused that no one knew about because it was always skillfully done so no one knew it was her causing it.

The only real problem with her? Her last name.

“Miss Tozier PLEASE pay attention!” The teacher grunted, and Y/n looked up, trying to not get angry or lash out at him.

Instead, she smiled prettily. “I’m sorry Mr. Myers. I’m distracted today.” The teacher nodded and huffed, turning back to the board as he tried to explain the math problem. The real problem was math itself, though, if you asked Y/n. It was hard enough to focus in class when she liked the subject, but math? Especially today, when for some reason everything was so... distracting?

When the bell rang, Y/n melted into her chair in relief. She took the math homework she had as summer practice that everyone had been given but no one would do just to appease her teacher and then slipped out of the building she was exhilarated to be free of for the next three months. She moved to the nearest trash can as fast as she could, unzipping her backpack and turning it so all of the contents went into the bin. She shook the bag, feeling it empty as a grin grew on her face. Bless...

“Best feeling in the world!”

“Try tickling your pickle for the first time.”

Y/n’s heart tightened in her chest as she looked up to see that on the other side of the path leading out of school was none other than her brother and his friends. She froze, watching them, unsure why she couldn’t pull herself away like usual.

She had been looking too long. Feelings eyes on him, Stanley Uris turned around and their eyes met. Y/n’s faze flickered away immediately as she zipped her bag back up, throwing it over her shoulder and keeping her head high as she strut past the Losers as if they weren’t even there. They grew very, VERY quiet as she passed. She paused at the junction she used to cross the street on her way home when she caught sight of the Losers again, this time with Bill Dunbrough face to chest with Henry Bowers.

Her frown increased and she shook her head, her steps halted as she waited for the worst. But then Henry stopped and pulled away and Y/n wondered why. Until she saw his dad across the street. Oh.

She continued on her way without looking back at the Losers, and Summer began.

Everything was different in the Summer. Richie couldn’t tell why, but his sister changed dramatically when she wasn’t around her ‘friends’. She didn’t wear tight, neon, stuffy clothing. She wore jeans and loose t-shirts and her hair was always up, ponytail whipping in the wind as she raced on the bike she never used during school months. She was fast on that thing, though. She wore her glasses again too instead of just suffering, since she wasn’t nearly as blind as Richie (but still very much needed them).

She became more the Y/n that Richie knew and it became hard for him to hate her again. Hard not to trust her and reach out to her and try and bond the rift that had once been so strong between them. But he resisted every time, because each time he hoped and tried, each time he was disappointed and heart broken when school would roll around and his twin would become the same bitch sidekick to Greta that she always was at school, except she would have new dirt on Richie and a stronger drive to make him rue his existence. For... some reason.

Maybe it was the neglect. The breaking bottles and the screaming and yelling and slurring of words and constant fighting. He wondered if she simply handled the shitty home situation they had differently than he did. Lashing out and hurting others to deal with her inner pain.

In the end, though, it didn’t matter WHY she did it. She was still a bully.

So the day she intervened between the Losers and Henry Bowers himself was a day that shocked everyone.

Henry was pinning Mike, the home schooled kid, trying to force him to eat the raw meat he carried in his bicycle basket. Y/n, who had been waiting in the car with eyes squeezed tight so she would resist the urge to run after the boys and stop the carnage from happening, finally cracked and raced to the scene, ripping Henry off of Mike. “HENRY STOP!”

Silence echoed as everyone looked at her as if she had just lost her mind. Henry glared at her and she stuck her chin in the air, staring him down without hesitation. “What the fuck is your problem?” Henry growled.

“He’s... a kid,” she tried to explain, confused by her own lack of control. She had been spending even less time with her friends since... since it had happened, and so she was even more timid and gentle and after being so thoroughly shaken herself, she was in no state to sit back and pretend she didn’t absolutely hate watching people her age suffer. “He’s just a kid, Henry. Same as you, just a year younger. He’s my age.” Her eyes leveled on Henry’s. “Would you do this to me?”

Henry scoffed. “You think you’re safe from me, Princess?” She stepped back, her face filling with horror. Henry reached down, picking up a rock. Y/n’s eyes went painfully wide as she locked her gaze on the lump in Henry’s hand. “Get in my way again and I’ll focus my attention on you. Since you obviously seem to want it so bad.” He rose his empty hand to her face and she flinched as he touched her.

A rock suddenly flew out of nowhere, slamming into the side of Henry’s head and causing it to bleed as he stumbled. Y/n yelled in surprise as Mike finally shook off his shock, scrambling over to whoever had thrown the rock that had hit Henry. “Nice throw,” Stan Uris complimented a surprisingly short haired Beverly Marsh.

The red head smirked, proud. “Thanks.”

The Losers were the last people Y/n expected or wanted to see right now, but at least Mike was safe.

Henry looked from Y/n to Mike to the Losers, his eyes landing on Richie and lingering before going back to Y/n again. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Your brother and his dopey friends are trying too hard,” he drawled to the female Tozier. The girl flinched at ‘your brother’. He never reminded her that she and Richie were related unless he was REALLY mad. He turned to the Losers. “She’ll do you, you just have to ask nicely.” He grabbed his crotch, smirking wickedly. “Like I did.”

Ben Hanscom, someone Y/n knew but called New Kid because she wasn’t allowed to know his name, bent down and screamed, chucking his rock at Henry. Richie yelled, “ROCK WAR!” And Y/n ducked down, putting her head between her legs and her arms over her. When the storm cleared, Y/n looked up from her hiding to see the Losers hesitating. Henry and his goons had run away.

Mike was the first to speak. “Thank you for saving me,” he said.

Eddie, Bill, Stan, and Richie looked at Y/n with shock. “She saved you?” Richie scoffed.

Bev looked at the loudmouth with shock. “Hold on, first you have a sister you never mention or hang out with and now you’re acting like she’s devil spawn?”

“She is devil spawn,” Eddie grumbled. Y/n stayed sitting, looking at her lap as she thought over why she had intervened with Mike when she knew that she could never face Henry or Greta again without threatening her safety. She wasn’t with the Losers, but she definitely wasn’t with the bullies anymore.

She couldn’t help but think maybe it was for the best... but she wouldn’t admit that.

Standing on her feet, she put her guard up, rolling her eyes. “Oh I just didn’t want him to take so goddamn long,” she sneered, catching all of the Losers’ attention. “Don’t think I actually care about you, we just had things to do and fucking around with you is a waste of my time.” Y/n laughed as if she had no care in the world, and Mike tensed.

Bev flared at her. “What the hell is your problem?” Y/n raised an eyebrow. “What do you get out of tormenting other people?”

Y/n did the one thing she was best at: she lied. “Nothing except our enjoyment,” she seethed. “Get used to it Beaverly, some people aren’t fake. Some people don’t hide their true intentions.” Y/n laughed cruelly. “Have fun with those Losers though I’m sure they’ll show you a... fun time.” She winked, causing Ben to glare as well, his fists curling so tightly that his knuckles whitened.

But Bill, Eddie, Stan, and even Richie were looking at her with wild curiosity. They could see right through her act. They hadn’t seen her that upset and scared and passionately, angrily protecting someone since she had been a Loser herself and had stood up to bullies for them without hesitation. She was amazing back then, her and Richie building and bouncing off each other, cracking each other up and making the other three boys laugh as much as they groaned. Even in the summers when she was almost herself and it got hard to hate her, she never stood up for anyone anymore.

Maybe... maybe things were different now.

As Y/n waltzed away though - in a different direction than the bully boys had gone - none of the original four boys said a word. It was dangerous to get one’s hopes up. Especially when Y/n was concerned.

Maybe Richie had, though... Just a little.

When there came a soft knock at Richie’s door late at night, he wasn’t expecting it in the slightest. He looked over, unsure of who it could possibly be at this time of night looking for him. All his friends would be asleep, surely. Even if they weren’t they would climb into his window if they needed him- his parents would never let them in the front door and they left the phone off the hook during the nighttime.

The knock came again, this time accompanied by an equally timid, “Richie?”

The dark haired boy got out of bed and opened the door slowly. He glared at his sister, on guard even though she looked absolutely terrified. “What?”

She bit her lip, tugging at her sleeves. She was wearing a sweatshirt she’d stolen from him quite a few years ago, the color still deep maroon but worn and faded. Maybe it was the hope planted by her small shifts and how much harder she was making it this special summer on top of all of the chaos with IT and the falling out he’d had with his friends, but seeing her in his clothes again made him soften.

Before she even spoke he was won over, but she didn’t know that. “Are you okay?” Her voice was soft and quiet, shy. Scared maybe. Which made sense since if she woke up their parents it would be utter Hell on both of them.

He was caught up on what she had asked though. “What?”

She rubbed the back of her neck, avoiding looking at him. “Just, um... you came home so angry a few days ago. And you’ve been locked in your room so long. Haven’t talked to your friends. And they haven’t been around.” She was looking down the hall, towards their parents’ room. “I know I’m the last one who has the right to be concerned about you, but I can’t remember the last time you went so long without talking to your friends. Not even a phone call. Especially now that the Loser’s club is so big...”

Richie couldn’t help it anymore. “Why do you care?” Their eyes met- his question was genuine.

“I never stopped caring,” she admitted, her wide eyes and tone showing how honest she was. “It never stopped making me feel terrible to sit back and pretend like I didn’t care that you were getting hurt. Pretending to enjoy it.” She ran a hand through her hair, and the fidgeting caught him off guard because it so closely mirrored what she used to do before middle school, when she was insecure and awkward but still apart of his life. “And I know I probably owe you some explanation for the Hell I gave you the last four years, but to be honest Richie... I have no fucking clue why I did any of it. I miss you guys so much and I’m miserable being alone like this. Pretending that Greta and Henry are friends and spreading rumors that I’ve done things I haven’t just to be popular and cool. I let them bully me into doing some terrible shit because I was, for some reason, terrified to be a Loser.” She huffed. “But- but really, I miss it. A lot. And so I came here today with my pride out the window and my mask off and all my pretenses discarded because, Rich, I- I’m worried about you.”

There was a small pause before Richie flung himself at her, his arms wrapping around her and his face hiding in her neck. He was crying, she could feel it, and the second he touched her so was she. They held each other close, both crying what seemed endlessly, until it did end.

When they had both calmed down, Richie pulled her into his room. “I’m glad you’re back,” he whispered after a second. “You won’t leave again when school starts, will you?”

She winced. “This is high school, Trashmouth. I’m not carrying any of that middle school bullshit into what’s already going to be the four worst years of my life.”

Richie grinned. “Cool.” A pause. “What made you change your mind? Or, realize? Us Toziers aren’t knowing for letting anything less than an apocalypse change our minds.” They both laughed.

Hers was weaker, though, as if the question dragged her down. “I... guess, just everything. Those shitheads finally wore me down and years of tearing myself apart and fighting my instincts got to me. You can’t deny who you are for long.” Richie shifted but Y/n let it be. She knew not to press the matter of accepting one’s identity around Richie. “The clown didn’t help,” she muttered to herself without thinking about it, her tone dangerous and on edge and distant.

Richie’s head shot up. “The what?”

#stan #uris #stanley #stan the man #my bird boy #sprry Ill stop #i love him tho #anyway #It #2017 #wyatt oleff #imagines #imagine #x reader #GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM

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