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nakylvr · 2 months ago

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— YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW MY NAME

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

synopsis: you're a loner at school with your limited friends. sophia's the popular girl. you never wanted to talk to her, but unfortunately, when she spots you alone in the music room, you're forced to speak to her.

warnings/tags: language

wc: 3,6 k

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You didn’t have a lot of friends since your first year in college. To be honest, you never had a lot of friends. You stuck to yourself and didn’t like getting wrapped up with other people. It took some time for you to trust anybody, and you weren’t one to strike up a conversation with a random person. But, you had your little group that you were always with. They were good friends to you, and the only real ones you’ve ever had, even if their chaoticness was a handful at times.

“Dude, I will die if I have to take another test this week!”

You roll your eyes at Intak’s complaining he’s been doing for the past ten minutes while you sit on the field’s bleachers with him, Sunghoon, and Daniela. “Maybe if you studied you wouldn’t struggle so hard,” You retort, looking down at your notebook.

“I do study!” Intak exclaims.

You look up from your notebook to shoot a look at your friend, being able to spot his lie easily. “Yeah, sure,” You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

“It’s not that hard to study, Intak,” Sunghoon says but is looking at his camera as he listens to you three.

“You guys just don’t understand how hard it is for people like us,” Daniela speaks up from her position laying on the bleachers with sunglasses on.

You and Sunghoon side-eye Daniela at her words, but neither of you says anything.

“Yeah! Sporty people are not good at school!” Intak crosses his arms over his chest. “It’s not our fault we’re good at being athletic!”

“Dude, you’re lame,” You respond with another eye roll.

“Athletes are not lame!” Daniela exclaims, raising one of her arms and pointing in the air.

“Then why are you two never with your teams or the popular group?” You look up from your notebook as you speak.

“Well!” Intak starts but ends up saying nothing. “Okay, so what?! We’re friends!”

“Whatever,” You shake your head.

“Don’t be like that, Yn! You’re just like us!” Daniela sits up and wraps her arm over your shoulders. “Whether you wanna admit it or not, we’re all a bunch of fucking losers, and that’s okay! We don’t need to be like those annoying popular people.”

“Yeah!” Intak smiles. “Plus, have you tried making friends outside of us? It’s hard as hell! People suck at this school!”

You have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes for the third time in five minutes, just nodding your head along to what they’re saying. “Right, right. I know,” You sigh. You look at the time on your watch and sigh again. “I gotta get to class,” You tell the three, standing up from your seated position on the bleachers.

“Boooooo!” Intak and Daniela both say as soon as you get up and start grabbing your things.

“Oh shut up,” You tell them, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “Maybe if you two actually went to class you wouldn’t always react that way when I go to mine.”

“Oh c’mon!” Intak whines, falling backward and lying on the bleachers. “Class is so boring!”

“Whatever,” You scoff while shaking your head.

Sunghoon finally looks up from his camera and spots a group of people starting to walk in your direction, and he looks back at the three of you. “I think now would be a good time to start leaving anyway. Look who just showed up,” He says, nodding his head over to where the people were.

All three of you, not so discretely look over to where Sunghoon nodded his head to see a group of four start walking up the bleachers. You can immediately recognize them, and it’s evident in the way your face contorts that you don’t like seeing them here. The most popular friend group in the school, the ones who could do whatever they wanted, the ones who could wrap others around their fingers. Except, the four of you didn’t give two shits about them. Or, that’s what you thought, at least. You and Intak were the ones to care the least, seeing as his team essentially shunned him for not wanting to hang out with the popular group, and you simply didn’t care. You were never one to care about the popular groups in all your years of school. You liked staying out of everything and not nearing the spotlight. You were okay with your few trustworthy friends rather than lots of friends who didn’t give a shit about you. You were fine without getting involved with them. You didn’t want to be near them.

The group of four sits down a distance away from you all, and you can see Intak’s eyes narrow as he watches them.

“What are they even doing out here?” Intak asks.

“Probably skipping class,” Daniela answers, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m out of here. I’m not getting caught up in no bullshit right now.” She stands up and grabs her bag, slinging it over her shoulder.

“Same,” Intak nods, doing the same as Daniela.

“Are you coming, Hoon?” Daniela asks Sunghoon.

Sunghoon shakes his head. “No, I need a few pictures for my assignment, so I’ll stay out here,” He answers, looking down at his camera.

“Are you serious?” Intak inquires. “Dude, you can go anywhere else and do that, why stay here?”

“I’m waiting for the Cheer team to practice,” Sunghoon lies, but none of you realize it.

“Okay…” Intak’s voice trails off. “Yn, do you wanna walk to class?” He changes his gaze towards you.

“Sure,” You nod. You can assume there's a specific reason he’s asking you this, but you can’t tell what it is.

“All right, see ya guys,” Intak gives Sunghoon and Daniela a fist bump before starting to walk down the bleachers with you.

As soon as you two make it off the bleachers and onto the cement ground, Intak looks over at you.

“Hoon was totally lying, right?” He asks.

“What?” You look at him with confusion. “About what?”

“Waiting for the cheer team to practice,” Intak says. “The cheer team doesn't even have practice today.”

“What are you trying to say? That he was lying to us?” You question. You don’t understand where he’s trying to lead with this, and it’s evident by the expression on your face.

“Obviously he was lying to us,” Intak answers. “The real question is why was he?”

You shrug your shoulders. “How the hell would I know?”

“Yn, seriously,” Intak stops to open the door back inside the building for you. “We don’t lie to each other, that’s like, our whole thing.”

“Okay Eleven from Stranger Things,” You roll your eyes, patting his shoulder as a thanks and walking inside the school.

“I’m serious Yn!” Intak retorts, following after you and letting the door close behind him. “Hoon doesn’t lie to us!”

You shrug for a second time, looking over at Intak. “Why are you so pressed about it? I’m sure it was nothing.” You wave your hand around.

“I don’t think so,” Intak mumbles. “Yn, don’t you-”

You stop in front of your class, putting your hand on Intak’s chest to silence him. “Intak, it’s fine. I’m sure it was nothing, seriously. I’ll see you at lunch?” You say.

Intak lets out an exasperated sigh before nodding his head. “Yeah,” He says.

“Okay,” You send a small smile his way before going into your class.

…

You ended up staying in your class during lunch. Intak had come by asking if you were going to leave anytime soon, and you told him you were stressing over this project so you were staying there until the next period started. He told you he would bring you food later, and he had yet to, so you sat in the music room at the piano, looking over what you made.

You took a deep breath, putting your hands over the keys before starting to play. The project was to create a new version of a song that was randomly chosen, and the song you got was Blinding Lights by The Weeknd. You didn’t particularly like the song when you listened to it, but you knew exactly how to work with it to make it a slower, piano-based song. Little did you realize, that someone was heading towards the room. You didn’t even hear the door open and close, continuing to play the song until the end.

Suddenly, someone behind you started clapping and you jumped, turning around and freezing in your spot at the sight of who it was. Sophia Laforteza. You probably looked like a deer in headlights, silently staring as she smiled at you.

“That was really good,” She says once she stops clapping. “Is it for the end-of-semester project?” She asks.

“Thanks,” You reply awkwardly. You nod your head at her question. “Yeah, it’s a piano version of Blinding Lights,” You answer.

“Wow, a much better song than what I got for it,” Sophia chuckles. “I got Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Mm,” You hum, nodding your head. You were confused as to why she was talking to you, considering she had never even glanced in your direction before. You knew of her, of course. She was one of the most popular girls on campus, everyone knew who she was that went to this school. “Why are you here?” You ask deadpan.

“Well, honestly, I was walking down the hall and heard the music so my curiosity took over I suppose,” She answers, a sheepish smile on her face. “Are you majoring in Music?”

“Yep,” You nod your head.

“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” She questions, but there’s no condescension behind her voice that you can tell of. She sounds as if she’s being genuine in her question.

“Not really,” You end up saying with a shrug. “Not to the popular people, at least,” You add without thinking.

Sophia’s smile falters for a split second before it’s back. “Ah, I see,” She responds. “You know me, then?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” You sigh. “Sophia Laforteza, straight A’s, most popular girl at this school, teacher’s favorites, blah, blah, blah,” You swing your legs over the other side of the stool you’re sitting on to face her.

Sophia seemingly isn’t fazed by your words, the smile still on her face as she nods her head. “Well, I guess you’re not wrong,” She says. “I-”

“Look,” You cut her off before she starts talking again, grabbing your papers and putting them in your bag. “If you’re trying to accomplish something here, it’s not going to work. Because, with full offense, I don’t care.” You sling your bag over your shoulder and stand up. “Go find someone else to bother.” You start walking past her, not bothering to look at her as you do so.

“I never caught your name, y’know!” She says as you reach the door.

You don’t respond, leaving the room and heading down the hall in search of your friends.

…

“Are you serious? That’s how it turned out? You couldn’t even get her to say her name?”

“Super lame.”

“It's not my fault!” Sophia slams her hands down on the table. “You guys literally gave me the worst possible person!”

“Duh, that's the whole point,” Lara responds.

“Ugh!” Sophia groans dramatically.

“Don’t complain, you’re the one who agreed to this,” Jay says, looking at his phone as he talks. “Like Lara said, the whole point was to choose the worst person.”

“Shouldn’t it be easy for you anyway?” Manon questions. “You’re the one who claimed you could pull anyone.”

“Okay well,” Sophia tries to think of an answer before groaning again. “Jay, can’t you just ask one of your friends if they know anything?”

Jay glances up from his phone to look at Sophia. “Who the hell would I know that would know something about her? I have tons of friends, but none of them hang out with losers,” he answers.

“Great,” Sophia mutters under her breath.

“Y’know who you could ask,” Manon starts, leaning forward. “The center of the soccer team, his name is Intak or something. They’re always together, you should ask him.”

“Center of the soccer team?” Sophia repeats, trying to remember if she knew the boy or not. “Oh my god, you mean the guy that’s like, shunned from the team?” she asks.

“Yeah,” Manon nods.

Sophia thinks about it for a moment before speaking again.

“When does the team practice next?”

…

After the odd interaction with the most popular girl at the school, you managed to find Intak fairly fast by nearly running into him. Now, the two of you were heading to the bleachers outside to find Sunghoon and Daniela.

“Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you,” You say to Intak as he opens the door to outside for you.

“Something good?” Intak asks, following you outside.

“Eh,” You shrug your shoulders. To be honest, you didn’t know what you would call it. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t exactly bad either. It was just…odd to you. Which is why you had to talk about it with them as soon as you saw them.

“Hey guys!” Intak waves as soon as you two step onto the lowest set of the bleachers in front of the field once he spotted the other two.

“Yn! You had us waiting here forever!” Daniela exclaims dramatically.

“Sorry,” You say as you sit down. “I was held up by someone.”

“The teacher?” The latina questions.

“No,” You shake your head. “Sophia was talking to me.”

All three of your friends stop what they’re doing and turn to stare at you with wide eyes.

“Laforteza?”

“What did she want?”

“Oh my god she didn’t do anything did she?”

“Calm down!” You raise your hands up in defense. “It was a normal conversation. It was still weird though.”

“Did she just show up randomly?” Sunghoon asks.

“She said she heard the music and decided to see what it was,” You answer with a shrug.

“Bullshit,” Daniela says. “The walls are literally soundproof. She had to have seen you and then decided to go in.”

“Yeah,” Intak agrees, opening a soda and handing it to you. “But, why would she even talk to you? She’s never even looked in our direction before.”

“I dunno,” You shrug again, taking the soda and sipping from it. “It’s just weird. I mean, that they were on the bleachers with us before lunch and suddenly she shows up to the music room for no reason?”

“It’s definitely odd,” Sunghoon nods. “Maybe it’s nothing, though.”

“Uh-uh,” Daniela shakes her head. “There has to be a reason. It’s too weird otherwise.”

“Well, maybe we shouldn’t worry about it! What did you even say, Yn?” Intak looks over at you.

“She kept trying to talk to me but I didn’t really respond,” You answer. “I don’t think she even knows my name.”

“Let’s keep it that way,” Daniela tells you. “Getting involved with the popular group isn’t something we do. Just hope this is a one-time thing.”

“Yeah,” You nod. “I hope so.”

…

After finishing your last class of the day, it was already dark outside by the time you stepped out of the main building. You could feel the humidity in the air and assumed it was going to rain sooner than later, meaning you should probably start on your way to your dorm before it starts. You never brought an umbrella anyways. That being said, the second you step out from under the overpass, you feel a wet droplet hit your head. Great.

With a sigh, you put the hood of your hoodie over your head and start walking to your dorm which was across the campus. The rain progressively gets worse the further you walk, the wind not helping as you start to freeze past your thin hoodie and pants you were wearing. You hear someone’s voice from afar but don’t pay much attention to it, not thinking they are talking to you. Until you stop feeling the rain hit you.

You freeze completely, glancing up through your hair and seeing an umbrella now above your head, and when you turn your head to see who is holding it, your eyes widen.

“I was calling for you, y’know,” Sophia says to you, a small smile on her face.

“Oh,” You let out. “Sorry, I didn’t think you were talking to me,” You respond.

“It’s okay,” She replies. “Are you heading back to your dorm?” She asks.

“Yeah,” You nod, awkwardly shifting on your feet.

“Want me to walk you back?” Sophia offers.

You’re shocked by her question, and you’re sure it’s evident on your face the way your jaw hangs open slightly before you quickly shut it. You don’t know what to say. Say no you can practically hear Daniela’s voice telling you as you contemplate what to do. Your eyes meet Sophia’s for the first time, and you try to see if there’s an ulterior motive behind her eyes, but you can’t seem to find one. The word comes out easier than you thought it would. “Sure,” You eventually answer.

The smile on Sophia’s face grows wider when you accept her offer. “Lead the way, then,” She says.

You don’t realize the smile growing on your own face just at the sight of seeing hers, and there’s a weird feeling in your chest as you absentmindedly stare. You’re shaken out of it by a breeze hitting you, and you quickly spin on your feet and start walking to your dorm again, now with Sophia by your side holding the umbrella above the both of you.

“So,” Sophia starts, a hesitant tone in her voice that you notice. “Sorry if I freaked you out by showing up randomly earlier today.”

“What?” You glance over at her, not believing the words coming from her. “Oh, it’s fine. I just- I was just surprised, is all.” You aren’t sure why you’re so nervous all of a sudden, but it’s clearly obvious by the way you’re responding. While you do get nervous when talking to other people who aren’t your main group of friends, you never got like this. That was a fact. You don’t even know why it’s happening now. But, you can’t think of it for too long until Sophia talks again.

“How long have you been into music?”

You were taken aback by her question, expecting something else to come out of her mouth instead. You don't know what, but anything else. “My whole life, I guess,” You answer after a while. “I’ve always liked music, I mean. I don't know.”

Sophia nods, her eyes not leaving you as she walks next to you. “I get that. I’m the same way.”

“Really?” You say before you think.

“Yeah,” She nods again, moving some of her hair out of her face. “I mean, I’ve always been into music, but I only started wanting to make it when I was in middle school. Then I decided to major in it. It's fun, other majors are boring.”

You nod, a little giggle coming from you at her last words. “That's true, I guess. My friend is majoring in Photography and he swears up and down it's not boring but I know he's lying.”

Sophia’s eyes light up at the sound of your giggle, she wants to hear it more. She’s never really looked in your direction before, but as she walks beside you, her gaze hasn't left you for one second, like she's taking all of your features in before you run off and likely never talk to her again. She doesn't want that to happen, though. For you to run off after speaking to her. Your hair is bunching out the sides of your hood, and she has to fight the urge to push a strand out of your eyes knowing what your reaction would be. “You have uh- a-” She says, suddenly stammering over her words when you look over at her.

“What?” You question. You can see her other hand hesitantly moving, barely catching it out of the corner of your eye, and you raise an eyebrow at her. “You good?”

“Yep!” Sophia quickly looks away and in front of her, stopping in front of the building. “Well, I won’t be a creep and follow you to your dorm so I’ll leave you here,” she adds swiftly, closing her umbrella and holding it over to you.

You stop walking when she does, standing under the roof as you look at her confused when she holds the umbrella out. “What’re you doing?”

“You never have an umbrella. You can use this one,” Sophia replies, her hand still holding outward.

You bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying something you know would ruin this, instead just slowly taking the umbrella, your fingers grazing against hers that makes a new feeling shoot through you as you quickly retract your hand. “Well- uhm- thanks for uh walking me back a-and this,” You struggle to get out.

“It's no problem,” Sophia shakes her head while smiling. “Don't worry about it.” There's a moment of silence between you two before she speaks up again. “I’ll see you around? Maybe?” She says in a hopeful tone.

There's no hesitation when you answer this time. Maybe it's the hopeful tone in her voice. Or it's the smile on her face that you've seen countless times but this time it's directed towards you instead of someone else. Either way, a smile is on your face as you respond. “Yeah, maybe.”

You turn and open the door, glancing back at Sophia who’s still standing there. “My name is Yn, by the way, in case you were still wondering,” You say before entering the building and leaving Sophia standing outside in the rain watching you leave her sight. She stood there for a minute or two before walking away, likely going to get sick later, but she didn’t mind. She was just one step closer to her goal. As long as you wouldn’t find out, everything would be fine.

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callsign-rogueone · 9 months ago

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study season

fourth wing characters (Aaric, Bodhi, Brennan, Dain, Garrick, Imogen, Liam, Mira, Rhiannon, Ridoc, Sawyer, Sloane, Violet, and Xaden) x reader the ways our faves help you study for exams. words: ~900 🏷: no book spoilers, no triggers. gender neutral. and I included the girls this time!! some of these can be read as platonic and others mention kisses / cuddles, implying you’re a couple. idk, I just work here. I’m really liking this format lately, and it’s (fairly) quick and easy so you can expect more of these in the future while I procrastinate all the girlfriendverse chapters and smut I have to write lol

First, the more studious of the bunch:

Brennan is all-in, no hesitation, pulling up a chair next to you and learning this with you for moral support, but also for fun (can you believe this guy?) though you suppose it’s easier to enjoy this if it doesn’t count for a grade. Either way, he’s a very nice study partner, and he encourages you to take breaks every hour / chapter / etc. Brings snacks, too.

Violet somehow already knows all of the material, and explains it better than the textbook or the professor. Walks things back if you don’t get it and gets into the why and how, which so many teachers skip over, even though it helps explain the what (pet peeve of mine showing here lol).

Aaric’s study skills are unmatched -- years of the best private tutors money can buy really paid off. Teaches you new strategies that you’ve never heard of in your life, and when you ask, he admits a bit shyly that he came up with it himself, but it works, and you get it done in half the time you would have before. (work smarter, not harder, baby)

Rhiannon gives you the pep talk of your life (we all need a Rhiannon in our lives) and convinces you that you’ve got this. Packs you a little snack for the day of your exam with a little note reminding you that you know this, just breathe and think.

Xaden sees you struggling and forces you to take a break. During said break, he’s reading the book himself and figuring out what exactly has you so stressed and exhausted. Breaks down the tasks into smaller, more manageable steps and guides you through it -- “find three reasons why XYZ happened.” done with that? “Now make them into paragraphs.” etc etc, and an hour later, you have a passable essay.

Dain is taking this more seriously than you are, and his discipline is like no other; you’re not stopping until the work is done, or until midnight, whichever comes first (because sleep is important for the brain, or whatever. Definitely not just because he misses you and wants to cuddle).

Garrick may have no idea what you’re talking about, but he suffers through it with you, offering to let you explain things to him, because teaching is a good way to test if you understand something. Though you get what you pay for -- he’s a total smartass about it, asking questions about the littlest details even if they’re common knowledge -- he’s gotta be thorough, right?

Ridoc may be the class clown type, but he’s smarter than a lot of people think. He comes up with a bunch of jokes that actually help you remember things. Somehow manages to relate the most complex topic in your book to a sandwich, and it actually works. He’s incredibly smug about this for the rest of the week, especially when you get the highest score in the class (he’ll take payment in kisses, thank you.)

Bodhi makes flashcards with you, quizzing you and giving you a kiss if you get it right (this definitely is not a distraction, and things definitely don’t escalate from here, nope.) He’s also really good at proofreading essays, and gives excellent feedback regarding the structure and the order of the information.

Liam sits there with you all the while, completely silent, working on one of his wood carvings at the other end of the table, but you know he’s there and he’s watching -- and that provides a healthy amount of peer pressure and keeps you on task. He’s an incredibly observant person, and he can see the stress building; he knows when to intervene and suggest that you take a break.

Sloane is the best person to commiserate with. She doesn’t want to be doing this either, but she’s also incredibly stubborn, and she doesn’t give up; after a healthy amount of complaining, she’s forcing you both to keep trying until it works / until it’s done, and then you’re treating yourselves to something for getting it over with, because you deserve it.

Sawyer is gentle and supportive, having a heart-to-heart conversation with you and reminding you that yes, this is important, but the world will not stop turning if you fail one exam. He knows how it feels to be compared to his peers, especially in how long it takes you to accomplish something (poor bb) and doesn’t want you stressing yourself out about that, either.

Imogen is the opposite, all tough love, giving you gentle but firm reminders: “you didn’t make it this far just to give up,”, “I know you can do this, so do it,” but she balances it out with tender affirmation when you’re done. She’ll even let you skip out on training for the day since you’ve been studying so hard (and she takes training seriously, so this is more of a reward than it seems).

Mira’s default approach is similar to Imogen’s, but she can see that you’re reaching your limit and dials it back, being more gentle with you and doing whatever you need -- encouragement? someone to just sit there? help / explanation / etc? she’s got you covered. herds you into bed at a reasonable hour so you’ll be well rested for the classes and exams.

And all of them are incredibly proud of you for working so hard and getting good grades 🤍

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

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Snape x reader - slowly falling for you

Hii!! Could you write a fic with Severus Snape x female reader after the Hogwarts battle where Severus moves away to have a peaceful life and he meets reader since they live next to each other and they become friends and then fall in love and so on. Or something like that? 💛💛🦇 - Anon💜

You didn’t notice at first that someone had moved in next to you, but when you woke up one morning to tend to some of the animals on the grass behind your house you noticed a man standing in his garden.

He looked at you as you were halfway over the back fence and you gave him a small little wave.

He blinked and gave a small wave back and you beamed, gesturing for him to come over so he did, button up his jacket to battle to cool morning air.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m (Y/N).”

You held out your hand and he looked at it with a small scowl on his face.

“Not a touch person, that’s cool. What’s your name?”

“Severus.” He bluntly replied.

“Well, nice to meet you Severus! It’s a cool name, never heard it before. I just wanted to introduce myself, I’ve gotta get to work but I’ll see you around.”

You jumped over the fence and he watched as a horse came over to you, pushing its head into your back and you laughed, pushing it back as you ran across the field to what he assumed was a stable.

He didn’t see you for the rest of the day until evening time when you came climbing back over your fence.

For the next few weeks it went like that, you could climb over the fence every morning and evening. You’d hold a small, pretty much one sided conversation with him since he didn’t talk much.

This morning was no different, you were climbing over the fence, a horse waiting patiently for you while you ran your fingers through her mane.

“Don’t you have a gate?”

You turned to Severus and smiled, giving a little shrug.

“Sure, it’s round the front, but it’s more fun to climb the fence. Plus it gives me a chance to check everyone and round them up for breakfast.”

“Everyone?” He asked.

You nodded your head.

“Oh yeah, you got the horses. This one’s Roxy, then you’ve got thunder, Apollo and Athena. The stable cat, Loki. The dogs, Buddy and Rocky.”

Severus knelt down, tending to one of his flower bushes, and you smiled softly at him.

“A lot of animals.”

“These are just the ones I own, the stable does have more but I have a separate field for mine.”

He nodded his head and looked up at you, watching as you climbed into Gea’s back, giving her a gentle pat on your neck.

“You know, if you ever get bored you can always come down.”

“No thank you.”

You shrugged.

“Your loss, later!”

Severus stood up, watching as you gentle rode away, a small heard of horses following you and Gea to the other side of the field.

When he decided to retire, decided to give up teaching and the magic world so he could live in peace this wasn’t exactly what he was imagining.

He thought he’d be living away from everyone, but apparently not.

He was living next to a hyperactive woman slightly younger than him who owned a bunch of animals and refused to use a gate like a normal human.

Rolling his eyes, he went back to carefully tending for his plants.

With summer coming around, he wanted to test out what exactly his new garden was able to grow since he wasn’t able to use magic here, strictly forbidden.

As the day rolled by, sometimes he would catch glimpses of you working, others you would just be sat on the back of a horse while it lazily walked around not seeming too bothered.

Evening rolled around and you usually came home around the same time every day, 8pm.

But as the clock ticked away he frowned, it was now nearly 9pm and you still hadn’t come home.

You seemed to follow to same routine, something he easily pick up on but decided maybe it was just a one off, so he decided to ignore it.

As the early morning came around you still were nowhere to be seen, you weren’t jumping the fence like you did at this time.

He stood there, taking a sip of his tea when he noticed a man in your garden, pulling out a few tools from the shed.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The man stopped and turned to Severus, raising his hands.

“Just cutting the hedges and grass like (Y/N) asked.”

“I’ve never seen you before, get out of her garden immediately.”

The man laughed, grabbing his phone he walked over and pulled up his messages, showing him the text thread between you and him.

“I’m Joey, the stable hand. There was an incident at the stable so (Y/N) won’t be home for a few days and can’t work for a few weeks.”

“Incident?”

“Yeah nothing serious, she’ll be right as rain.”

Joey went back to what he was doing and Severus cursed himself for not getting one of those little phones you seemed so fond off.

“I will tend to her garden.”

Severus slipped through the gate that separated your two gardens and Joey looked up at him.

“It’s no issue man, I’ve done it before.” He smiled.

“(Y/N) feeds the animals at this time, they’re waiting.”

Joey looked to the fields where the horses were waiting at the gate and he laughed a little as he shrugged his shoulders and set everything down.

“Sure thing man, let him just ask her.”

Joey quickly phoned you and after a conversation he hung up and nodded his head.

“Yeah that’s cool, thanks man.”

With that Joey ran away and hopped the fence.

“Why can’t these people use gates?” Severus asked himself.

He worked on your garden, doing everything that needed to be done, and every day he would wait by his back door, watching the horses come to the fence.

After a couple of days, he noticed you limping into the back garden, going to hop the fence.

“You’re not supposed to be working.”

“Holy crap!”

You turned around, hand over your heart as you smiled at him and limped over, leaning on the fence separating the two gardens.

“Hey Severus, thanks for looking after my garden.”

“You’re welcome. You should be resting.”

You laughed.

“It’s fine, just a few bruises is all.”

“Looks more than a few bruises, I doubt your doctor would approve of you jumping fences and working.”

You grinned a little bit.

“I’ve had worse.”

You pushed yourself away, wincing a little as you walked back over towards the fence.

Severus quickly entered into your garden, blocking your path to the fence with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Absolutely not. If you want to go you can walk around.”

“But that’s so long!” You whined.

“I will not let you jump this fence in your condition.” He said sternly.

You huffed a little and nodded your head as you walked over towards the gate.

You were limping heavily, and as much as he didn’t want to go to the stable he didn’t feel right leaving you to walk alone, so he followed you.

He closed the gate behind him, and walked in line with you down the small country road.

“You don’t have to come you know.”

“And if you fall and get stuck in a ditch who’s going to find you?”

You went to reply but quickly closed your mouth again.

You smiled a little bit, glancing up at him as you carried on walking.

You didn’t speak much, you both just walked in silence and when you reached the front of the stables you turned around to face him.

“Want a tour?”

“No I have things to do. Goodbye.”

With that, you turned around and watched Severus leave and smiled to yourself as you rolled your eyes.

He was a strange one, but you were happy with that, it’s what him entertaining in your opinion.

You couldn’t work too hard, and you had to leave early so Joey dropped you off, and you noticed something on your doorstep.

It was a note saying that Severus had left you something and you picked up the jar.

“What is it?” Joey asked.

“The note says it’s a small natural pain relief cream.”

“Reckon it works?”

You shrugged a little and unlocked your jar.

“No idea, I’ll give it a shot though. Thanks for lift see you tomorrow.”

Joey grinned and he left while you went inside to start cooking for dinner and you looked at the cream on the table.

Your whole body was aching and the meds you had weren’t doing anything, so you decided to give it a shot.

After eating, you grabbed the jar and read the instructions he had given you.

“Apply before going to sleep, just rub the cream on the bruises?”

You hummed and shrugged.

You did that, and while the coolness of the cream felt nice and helped ease some of the irritation your skin was feeling, you didn’t feel any different.

Because of all the bruises you had, you used up nearly the whole thing.

You decided to get an early night, and when you woke up you felt a little better, and you made breakfast without an issue and made your way to the back garden.

Looking to your neighbour, you didn’t see him and quickly made your way for the fence.

“No.”

You froze in your spot.

“Gate.”

“Come on Severus! That cream you gave me worked thanks, what is it?”

“Homemade recipe.”

You nodded your head and went to climb the fence.

“Will you use the gate? It’s right there!”

You blinked at him.

“No it’s not.”

“Turn around.”

You did and you saw the brand new gate and you beamed brightly.

“You built a gate?”

“No, I just a hole in your fence. Joey built the gate I’ve never built one.”

You laughed a little and walked over, gesturing for him to come through your garden so he did and when he came over you leant up and kissed his cheek, giving him a hug.

He awkwardly stood there not sure what to do.

“Thanks Sev, you’re the best.”

With that, you quickly walked away and left.

And you used the gate for the next few days. Even when you were begged you still used the gate and Severus was just glad you were jumping fences anymore.

You came limping through that same fence that evening and you were relying heavily on fence between the gardens to walk.

Severus saw this from his kitchen window and frowned, walking out his back door.

“(Y/N)?”

You didn’t even seem to hear him, you drew a deep breath and tried to step, but your legs dropped from under you and you hardly caught yourself.

“(Y/N)!”

Severus quickly rushed over, putting your arm around his shoulder.

“What’s going on? I thought you got better?”

You slowly shook your head.

“No… some bruises haven’t healed.. I may.. may have over done it..”

You groaned in pain as you tried to push yourself up and Severus sighed.

He swept you up in his arms and carried you through to his house and you looked around.

He had a lot of books, the whole house was like a library and smelled like different herbs and spices.

He set you on his sofa, and he walked around, disappearing he came back with a few things.

First he handed you a cup and told you to drink it.

“It smells disgusting.”

“Just drink it, okay?”

You nodded and drank the drink, scrunching up your face in disgust.

You set the cup on the table with a heavy groan, and he set a bowl down, resting his arms on his legs.

“What did you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“What was the incident that caused this?”

You sighed and explained to him what happened.

Some stupid parent wasn’t controlling their kid, and the kid spooked one of the horses causing you to be thrown off and you landed on the concrete floor.

He nodded his head.

“I thought you were using that pain relief I gave you?”

“Honestly it was gone in less than a day, I had a lot of bruises.” You laughed weakly.

“Shouldn’t they have healed by now?”

“I mean, most have?”

“That was that all about outside?”

You sighed and turned around, lifting the back of your shirt to show him a huge ugly bruise across your back.

“This I think. It wasn’t much of an issue, but Uhm.. I may have fallen at work? Which may have made it worse?”

“Just sit still.”

Severus took the bowl and started to gently put the cream on your skin, messaging it in.

“Ow.. ouch okay that hurts can’t I just go lay down?”

“It’ll help just stop being so stubborn and stay still.”

Once he was done, he pulled your shirt down and let you turn around and handed you some water.

“You’re staying here, someone needs to keep an eye on you.”

“I can look after myself Severus.” You huffed.

“Apparently not. So you’re staying, give me your keys I’ll get you some clothes.”

You fought him for a few minutes but eventually you gave in and handed him your keys, letting him go get you some clothes and you laid down.

You like the atmosphere in his home, it was peaceful and different to other peoples houses, unique.

While you were waiting for him to come back, you hugged a pillow to your chest as stared up at the ceiling.

Severus had some issue finding your clothes, he didn’t want to go through your draws, so he grabbed a pair of shorts he found on your bed, and a jumper from your wardrobe and your phone charger.

He made sure to lock everything up and returned to his home.

“I didn’t want to go through your stuff, so I’ve got you shorts and a jumper. I also got your charger.”

He waited for a reply but didn’t get one so he walked into the living room.

You were fast asleep and all he could do was roll his eyes and set the stuff on the table.

He grabbed a blanket and covered you up, stopped to look at how peaceful you looked like and brushed some hair from your face a small smile on his lips.

He didn’t want to wake you up, so he left you there for the evening, but eventually he picked you up and carried you to his room, tucking you into his bed.

“Severus…?” You mumbled out.

He hummed, turning around.

You gave him a lazy smile and gestured for him to come over.

He did and crouched down, and you kissed his forehead.

“Thanks for everything…”

You yawned and rolled over and he couldn’t help but smile a little more and stand up.

He left you to sleep there and he settled for sleeping on the sofa feeling an emotion he hadn’t felt in a while.

Love

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punished-impartial-speaker · 29 days ago

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You good? Seems like December hasn't been kind to you

ehhh, it’s just a bunch of work bullshit piling up. I got handed this complicated freestanding conversion project and spent a good couple of weeks figuring out the interior design (at the cost of my own free time and sleep) to meet what the client said they had wanted, only for the client to change their mind two days before the deadline and tell me to do the entire thing over again based on a totally different design idea. Which was an idea I had shown them when I did my initial test fits months ago, but they decided to go a different route at the time. Sigh.

And then I’ve got this other situation in PA where a plan examiner is being a huge pain. Basically they have this really bizarre submittal process where you can’t permit just a cold dark shell building, and unfortunately the majority of my projects are a shell and a tenant fit-out (both by me) with the landlord paying for the shell permit and the tenant paying for the TFO permit. Pretty much every other jurisdiction lets you do this, including every other jurisdiction in PA that I’ve worked in, but not these guys. So now I gotta retroactively combine two separate sets of drawings and get this whole thing resubmitted ASAP because we are already dragging on schedule. Fortunately no one on the client side is mad at me at all, but the plans examiner is an absolute cunt every time I call to ask questions and make sure I’m getting the submittal requirements correct.

And then on top of that, I have like six other active stores in various stages of drafting or construction that I have to keep an eye on. Including one with a new kid shadowing, so I have to keep an eye on him too. He’s a good kid at least, and he knows how to work hard, but taking time to make sure he’s getting the guidance he needs is time I don’t have for the other things that need attention. And like god damn does my client need my attention for the dumbest fucking shit sometimes. And everybody’s shit is more importanter than everyone else’s, and it’s Q4 so we gotta scramble to get all this shit in to make the year end numbers look good, because if we don’t the development director will publicly humiliate us on the weekly conference call. And nobody fucking talks to each other so it’s constant panic that the architect always has to step in and solve. I exist in a constant cycle of anxiety and exhaustion and I hate everyone.

but aside from work, I have a cozy house and fun cars to drive, and all of my animals are happy and healthy, and I have the best husband ever who’s always there to listen and give me a hug or send me a funny video when I need it, and a nice lady the next county over lets me hang out with her horses for as long as I want after my riding lessons because I said it makes me feel at peace, and everybody in my life at least has their health, and the world is maybe possibly starting to turn over to partially a tiny little bitty bit the right direction again, and idk man. it’s been fucking shit but there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

guess I can’t complain!

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mydarllinglover · 1 year ago

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SafeHouse || Forth-Year - Ten

September 1st 1994

It Was the first of September, and I, among the other Hogwarts students was riding the Hogwarts Express back to school.

I was sat in a compartment, Theo beside me, Blaise and Draco sitting opposite.

They were currently catching me up on the week I had missed whilst I stayed at home. Mum was in no way happy when we had got home and babied us all a little extra.

"So how interesting was your week without us then?" Draco asked, kicking my shin to pull my attention from the window

"Well getting shot at and questioned by a much of Ministry wizards on account of a dark mark, Is very hard to beat, The house was loud, by all ten of us being back in the house, Fred & George kept trying to get me to be their test subject for Wesley's Wizard Wheezes, Charlie told me a whole bunch of interesting stuff about Dragons and life in Romania" I shrugged "Ron decided to tell everyone about Adrian, because some prick" I pointed at Draco before kicking him hard "Decided to tell because he was being an idiot, Do you know how annoying it is to have six brothers? I had to sneak out just to see him because they wanted to "meet" him, well Percy... not so much"

"Do you ever stop to breathe?" Blaise asked me, my cheeks blushing red at the realisation of how fast and long I was talking.

There was a knock at the door before it was slid open, Ron was stood there with a face of thunder.

"Weasley, what the hell do you think you're doing here?" Draco asked him

"I'm here for my sister" He said

"What is it, Ron?" I asked

"I think Mum's packed this by mistake, Its either yours or Ginny's" He held out a Maroon fabric with a mold covered lace frill, It was horrible looking.

"That's not mine, get it away from me before something crawls out of it"

"Well its not mine"

"Are you that thick Weasley" Blaise asked my brother "Its dress robes, do you even look at the list? their permitted for this year"

"What?" He blinked at my friend

"ugh come on lets leave I gotta go see someone anyway" I stood up

"What your "older boyfriend? He seems like a dick, Keira" He glared at me as we walked out the compartment.

"Please, Honestly Ronald, you've never met him" I huffed, pushing him out of the door "and he's only in the year above"

"He's a Slytherin, what else is there to know"

"I'm a Slytherin!" I glared at him "Look, Mum gave them to you for dress robes, I guess somethings going on at Hogwarts this year just like Bill, Charlie and Mum were hinting at, now go back to Harry and Hermione and stop being annoying"

"Whatever." and with that he left.

I started my search for Adrian, looking through the compartments without actually looking through them so people wouldn't notice, It was only the fact that I walked into him that I eventually found him.

"Keira, Hey!" He grabbed me by the shoulders to steady me "I missed you, I heard what had happened at the game, crazy"

"Yeah, It was frightful, but everything's cool now" I shrugged

"Yeah, d'you wanna go somewhere more privately?" He asked, taking my hand and leading me down the hallway to find an empty compartment, we had walked past my one and I quickly adverted eye contact, don't ask why, I don't really know why.

I hadn't noticed that Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the compartment next to us until just now when we walked past them, I waved at Hermione as Adrian pulled me along.

Then we were in an empty compartment

"I missed you" He told me, wrapping his arms around my waist

"I missed you too" I grinned from ear to ear before he covered it with his lips on mine.

I felt really grown up when I was with him, and I really liked him, which was good considering he was my boyfriend.

I don't know why everyone seems to have a problem with me being happy.

After a while he eventually pulled away "We should probably get back to our compartments now" He told me "I'll see you at school?"

"Yeah, of course" He pecked my lips one more time before leaving the compartment.

I touched my lips where he had kissed me, grinning at the heat on my cheeks before leaving the compartment and making my way back to my friends.

I found Draco in the door way of my brothers compartment

"Going to enter, Weasley? Going-

"Enter what?" I asked, stood behind him, making him jump a foot in the air

"Weasley! Don't do that" He snapped at me

"No, no, please Draco, continue saying whatever it was you were going to say to my brother" I cocked an eyebrow at him

"I was just asking if him and Potter were going to enter"

"Enter what, exactly?" Ron asked

"Either explain what you're on about or go away, Malfoy" Hermione said, over the top of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4.

"Don't tell me you don't know? You've got a father and brother at the Ministry and you don't even know? My God, my father told me about it ages ago ... heard it from Cornelius Fudge-"

"We don't care, Draco, just out with it, or lets go" I rolled my eyes at him

He let out another laugh before pulling my arm into our compartment

"Must you torment them?" I asked with a roll of my eyes

"What did he do now?" Theo asked as I sat down next to him

"Going on about some stupid thing thats happening, first Mum, and my brothers, now you, what the bloody hell is going on?"

"Never you mind, Weasley, guess you'll just find out when we get to Hogwarts"

"So, How's your boyfriend, noticed how you pretended to not see us when you walked past" Theo said.

I froze for the tiniest second "I have no idea what you're on about"

"Yeah, when you walked past you du-"

"Oh, looks like we will be at Hogwarts soon, best go get ready" I rushed to grab my robes and ran out of the compartment before they could interrogate me, to get dressed in the bathrooms.

I tried stalling the best I could before going back to the compartment, but I had left my wand in my seat, and I was missing it plus I was bored.

"There you are" I said when I picked it up after returning to my seat

"Took you long enough, why do you talk to your wand like its going to talk back?" Blaise asked

"Because it listens, we have a special connection" I shrugged my shoulders.

Then used my wand to put my red hair up and out of my face.

•

"I am so excited for the feast" Theo gasped as we walked up to the castle "I could cry"

"Careful, you sound like her brother" Draco laughed, nudging his shoulder

"Don't compare me to Weasel, No offence K" Theo said

"You're lucky its your birthday, or I would hex you" I glared at him "We should throw a party"

"You want to throw a party? when we have first day of classes tomorrow?" Draco said flatly

"Hey, Its not everyday our friend turns fifteen, Is it?"

"Still doesn't change we have classes, i cant come second to Granger, Forth year in a row"

"Fine then, what about a slumber party" I shrugged

"The three of us share a dorm, we kinda do that everyday" Theo stared at me

"For Merlins sake, you're so ungrateful, just forget it" I rolled my eyes

"ARGH" I looked over to my left where Peeves, the schools poltergeist, had just dropped a red balloon on Ron's already soaked head, seconds later another one was dropped just a few feet from Hermione.

The already wet Students dived out of the way as he continued to drop them, I had opted to hide behind my three tall friends.

I guess being short and your friends being giant comes in handy sometimes.

"PEEVES" the voice of Professor McGonagall yelled, I watched as she grabbed Hermione by the neck to stop herself from falling over "Ouch- sorry, Miss Granger"

"is- is that aloud?" I asked Theo "like, she could get in trouble for that right"

"Who knows, or cares" he shrugged

"Peeves, get down here NOW!"

"Not doing Nothing!" the poltergeist cackled, chucking more water bombs at us students.

I couldn't help but stifle my laughs, Theo laughing into my shoulder as we watched the other students ducking and screaming as they got hit.

"already wet, aren't they? Little squirts! Wheeeeeeeee!" he threw more bombs at second years

"I shall call the Headmaster!" shouted the head of Gryffindor house "I'm warning you, Peeves-" Peeves blew a raspberry before chucking the rest of his bombs in the air, I got hit by a few before he zoomed up the stairs

"not so funny now, is it?" Draco sneered as I wiped water out my eyes

"Well, move along, then" Professor McGonagall told us "Into the Great Hall, come on!"

It was a struggle trying to get into the Great Hall, Blaise had caught me at least three times before My face could meet the floor.

"Wow, Keira, I've just realised, you've been at Hogwarts for a whole year now" Theo told me as we took our seats at Slytherin table

"Yeah, maybe this time I can actually enjoy the feast" I said

"I remember the day you walked in, your face was so red, the way the Gryffindors cheered" Draco laughed

"yeah, the embarrassment of being the only Weasley not in red and gold, so hilarious" I fake laughed

"Hey, Keira!" I turned and stood up to see Adrian walking up to me

"Hey Adri- I was cut off as he kissed me, in front of everyone, after a few moments he stepped back "I'll see you after the feast" He grinned before going to join his friends in Fifth year.

I blinked a few times before looking around, catching all three of my brothers staring at me, and Ginny laughing.

She should be lucky I'm getting them used to dating for her sake.

I could feel my cheeks getting hotter and quickly sank to my seat, but I couldn't stop the grin on my face.

"that was disgusting" Draco drawled

"seriously, on my birthday? just before the feast" Theo said frustratedly

"shut up guys, shes in love" Blaise dragged the O, nudging my shoulder

"Am not! well...maybe a little" I giggled

"For Salazar's sake! Where are these bloody first years! I'm Starving" Theo hit the table.

I looked over to the Gryffindor table, Fred & George had gone back to their conversation

"What was that?" Ron mouthed to me

"what? I didn't know he was going to do that" I mouthed back, shrugging my shoulders

"You almost spoiled my appetite"

"like anything could spoil your appetite" I rolled my eyes

"you know, you both look weirder than usual when you do that" Draco said, his head was leaning on his knuckles as he looked at me from my other side

"hey at least you see both sides, I only see her, half the time I think shes talking to me" Theo said, sat opposite us.

The Doors of The Great Hall had opened and all conversations stopped.

Professor McGonagall was leading the first years into the Hall.

"Oh my God, look how tiny they are" I pouted at my friends, looking at the drenched shivering first years

"They are literally three years younger than us" Draco said

"But they're so small, we should keep one, and like mentor it or something"

"They're not pets, yknow" Blaise told me

"Merlin, look at that one" I repeatedly slapped Draco's arm as I looked at the Mouesy haired boy wrapped in what looked like Hagrids overcoat, he was drowning in it.

"Ow- stop- ow stop it, Weasley, my arm" Draco said, grabbing my wrist "Whats wrong with you?"

"I just love how cute and innocent young kids are" I beamed "I guess its a Prewett thing, motherly intuition, I dont know, Mum said something about it once" I shrugged

"Well stop, Its freaking me out"

"Shut up, Malfoy" I rolled my eyes

We all stared as Professor McGonagall placed the old Sorting hat on a stall

"What are we waiting for?" I whispered to Blaise

"For the Sorting Hats song" He whispered back

"Wait, it has a so-"

"A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, Whose names are still well known: Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a daring plan To educate young sorcerers Thus Hogwarts School began. Now each of these four founders Formed their own house, for each Did value different virtues In the ones they had to teach. By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were mostly worthy of admission; And power-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition. While still alive they did divide Their favourites from the throng, Yet how to pick the worthy ones When they were dead and gone? 'Twas Gryffindor who found the way, He whipped me off his head The founders put some brains in me So I could choose Instead! Now slip me snug about your ears, I've never yet been wrong, I'll have a look inside your mind And tell where you belong!"

The Great Hall broke into applause after the song, I was more lost than ever.

"Of course it was Gryffindors hat" I said to the boys, rolling my eyes

"When I call your name, you will put on the Hat and sit on the stall, When the Hat announces your house, you will go and sit at the appropriate table." McGonagall told the first years

"Oooh, who do you think we'll get" I whisper squealed to my friends

"Bet you a sickle we'll get that one" Theo pointed to a small dark haired boy near the front

"Your on, Nott"

"Ackerley, Stewart!"

"Ravenclaw!" The Hat shouted

"Baddock, Malcolm!"

"Moment on truth" Blaise said

"Slytherin!"

"Ha Ha, Weasley, Pay up, Or you could always pay with a kiss, remember last year?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows

"Nice try, Nott, I have a boyfriend" I slapped a sickle into his hand as the Boy sat a few spaces down from Theo.

The Ghosts were watching intently and interacting with the students, I squirmed every time the bloody baron came near my direction, nothing against ghosts, they just freak me out, dont like looking at them, especially around food.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked me as I leaned into Blaise, cringing at the Bloody Baron coming closer once again

"The ghosts creep her out" Blaise shrugged

"Pritchard, Graham!"

"Slytherin!"

"And finally, with Whitby, Kevin!"

"Hufflepuff!" And with that, the sorting ceremony was over and it was now time for the feast.

Professor Dumbledore rose from his chair "I have only two words to say to you, Tuck In" He smiled at us all before sitting down as the empty dishes filled magically.

"Hear, Hear" I could hear Ron and Harry cheer

The food looked and smelled glorious, I as well as everyone else piled our plates high and dug in

"s' goo" I moaned, my mouth full

"Now, now Keira, If dear old Cissa saw you she'd have a fit, all her hard work down the drain" Theo tutted

"Shut up Theo, she'll never know, Draco, If you tell your mother, I'll hex you for a week" I threatened

"Wasn't thinking about it until now, thanks for the idea" He smirked

Pudding replaced Dinner almost instantly, I saw Ron keep picking up dishes to put near Hermiones nose and waft the smell over to her, but she just stuck her nose up and looked in the other way, wonder what thats all about.

Eventually Professor Dumbledore stood once again and the Hall fell silent.

"So" He said, smiling at all of us "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices.

Mr Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees and Ever-Bashing boomerangs.

The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it. As ever, I would like to remind you all that the Forrest in the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year"

I looked towards Draco and Blaise, Draco's face looked as if he already knew this but Blaises eyebrows were furrowed. my eyes adverted to Adrian, who was a chaser of the Slytherin team, he looked annoyed about the news, but it was Gryffindor who showed their emotions the most.

"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teacher's time and energy- but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts-

Thunder rumbled loudly as someone barged through the Great Hall doors.

A man stood in the doorway.

He was supporting himself on a long wooden staff, he was sporting a black travelling cloak. I among everyone else swivelled to stare at him.

Lighting continued to flash across the ceiling.

The man tugged down his hood, imitating a dog caught in the rain, he shook a long nest of grizzled, dark grey hair.

The stranger walked up to the teacher's table.

A clunk was heard by every other step he made.

Another flash of lighting as he made his way up to Dumbledore.

This gave us a chance to look at his scarred face, it was as if he was carved out of wood, he barely looked human. He was missing a lot of his nose. His eyes were what made me shiver though.

They were different sizes and colours. One was small dark and beady, the other huge compared to the other, and a deep bright blue, it moved and spun, as if he was examining and identifying the whole room, without blinking.

"Who the bloody hell is that?" I whispered to the guys , them shrugging with similar faces of shock etched on their faces.

The man then took a seat on the right side of Dumbledore.

"May I introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher" Dumbledore said "Professor Moody"

Moody?

"Wait, Moody, my dad had to go and help some guy called Mad-Eye Moody, that might be him" I whispered

"Well he definitely has a Mad Eye" Theo whispered back

"As I was saying" Dumbledore started once again "we are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my very pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"You're JOKING" Fred shouted. I ducked my head and blushed at my older brothers outburst as the Hall broke into laughter.

"I am not joking, Mr Weasley" Dumbledore said "though, now you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun who all go into a bar-"

McGonagall cleared her throat loudly, cutting off Dumbledore.

"Awe, I wanted to hear the rest of it" Theo pouted.

"Er- but maybe this is not the time- ...no ...Where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament...well, some of you will know what this Tournament involves, So I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely. The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago, as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry - Hogwarts, Beauxbatons-

After mentioning Beauxbatons, I froze, If Hogwarts were hosting that meant that they would be coming here, this is a nightmare. what if they came here?!

I felt a nudge on my left side, Draco, I turned to look at him, I could see in his eyes, concern, but the rest of his face was blank

"Whats wrong?" He whispered

"N-nothing, I'm fine." I chewed on my lip as I tuned in to what Dumbledore was saying, something about the death toll.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament, none of which have been very successful. However, our own Departments of International Magical Co-operation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that, this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger"

"Dont jinx it" I mumbled

"The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Hallowe'en. An Impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

"This is what you were going on about on the train, wasn't it?" I nudged Draco

"Wow, you catch on fast" He smirked.

"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts, the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age - that is to say, seventeen years or older- who will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This-"

But he was cut off by a number of students who disagreed with this, mainly my twin brothers.

"Is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the Tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion." Everyone saw as he made it obvious he was looking at Fred and George, who by the looks of it, were already scheming.

"I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen. The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October, and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"

"Come on, lets go" I told the guys as we stood to join the crowd out the doors. As we joined Theo reaching the end of the table he slapped his hands on both my shoulders, rubbing them, making our way down to the dungeons.

"Your brothers didn't look too happy" Blaise said

"Yeah well, their seventeenth is a month after mine and Ron's fifteenth. so their too young, but that wont stop them" I rolled my eyes.

"What'd you reckon the tasks are, Drac, did your Father tell you anything?" Theo asked Draco who was still on my left, Blaise on my right.

D'you guys know what my name means in Latin?" He winked

"Wait- Dragon right? My brother Charlie said that he might see us at Hogwarts this year, Merlin, they can't" I gasped

"Shh, Weasley" Blaise nudged my arm.

Arriving at the Common room, we went our separate ways to the dorms

"See ya Tomorrow K" Theo waved

"Bye guys". I said before slipping into the girls dorm.

#theo nott x y/n #theodore nott x y/n #theodorenottsafehouse #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #draco lucius malfoy #dracomalfoyxoriginalcharacter #draco x y/n #draco x reader #blaise zabini #hermione granger #ron weasley #harry potter

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harmonyckrs · 9 months ago

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DAY 6 in Twisted Strangetown: Return and Exchange

THE PREVIOUS DAY

What's up fuckers! Chloe here. Some pretty weird shit happened recently

So first off, Vidcund just kind of returned on his own. Something about him seemed a little off, but his brothers seemed really happy to see him so whatever. He cracked a couple of jokes that were all complete ass (they weren't that bad Chloe, and he's been through a lot already so be nice), and I noticed he was wearing some kind of ring. Kinda looked like he got engaged tbh LOL

Naturally Lola and I had to ask him about it, though it took us a while since he immediately wanted to go to work out of fear of losing his job. I'll never understand workaholics man. Honestly if I were kidnapped for several days I'd just take a fucking break (Chloe, you should not be writing this in the report where Boss can see it). He told us he ended up in Bluewater and that the person who kidnapped him helped "clear his mind" or something, and that the ring was to prevent him from being mind controlled again. We decided to run a couple of tests and an interview, and it seems like that person really did reverse his mind control. We really gotta get in contact with this man now lol

Also we solved that fucking riddle! He was talking about the Deh'Javu Modern Art Museum because you have to walk up a bunch of stairs to get to it and it's on a bunch of pillars. Just in case it was a trap I decided to put on a disguise to meet him and just pretend that I was another museum attendee who was really into art

Little did he know what I really had planned lmao

Worked like a charm! I'll never get tired of tasering people and knocking them out. That's like the best part of this job outside of all the traveling we get to do

And since it was nighttime and most people don't go to fucking art museums at this time (Hey, it's a perfectly reasonable thing to do! Not everyone has time in the morning or afternoon) it was pretty easy transporting his unconscious body back to Ajay's house. We're going to interrogate him tomorrow lol

Anyway, peace out! Stay tuned where I get the chance to TORTURE this motherfucker (Chloe we're not actually going to torture him! He's just going to be interrogated by Boss) and get a bit closer to finally solving this shit!

G: Gieke's Gadgets here! How can I help you?

C: Chester, I need a favor. Do you still-

G: WOAH! Don't say that stuff through the phone. You never know who's listening.

C: Ah, right. Well, listen. You still do some of that old stuff, right?

G: If you're talking about what I think you're talking about, you're going to have to order it through Flo.

C: Neat. Thanks, man. Talk to you soon.

G: Can you at least tell me who-

*beep*

THE NEXT DAY

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BONUS:

Names: FLORENCE DELAROSA, CHESTER GIEKE, LISA RAMIREZ

F: It's time to begin our weekly meeting of TEA. Seems like one of us is running late, but it's fine.

L: Why did you decide to even add him to the group?

F: I see potential. With time, he could be molded and arranged to become the perfect assassin, like the rest of us. But we need to get back on topic. Cyd has ordered a hit on someone in Strangetown. Gieke?

G: Yeah, I can take care of it. Did he say who it was for?

J: I wonder why Cyd specifically requested Chester to do it.

H: Maybe he has a crush on him!

M: Really? I thought he had a crush on that guy with the red suit.

F: Actually, it's not just Chester. Cyd's requested for all ten of us to participate.

J: Oh, really? This guy must be really tough, then.

H: This is going to be fun!

M: Or deadly...

NAMES: CRYSTAL VU, ABHIJEET CHO, ZEPHYR COVARRUBIAS

V: Man, I hate driving all the way up here every week for these meetings.

A: At least Flo reimburses our gas. And the weather here's nice, isn't it? We can wear our summer clothes here without risk of freezing to death.

V: Fair enough. Hey, Zeppy? You can join our conversation if you want, instead of staring at us like that.

Z: No thanks.

A: ...I wonder why Flo recruited him and Hannah. Neither of them seem particularly strong.

V: It's because Jason and Jodie got their asses killed a while ago trying to get rid of Olive Specter. And Flo said it was important to have a representative of every family in Bluewater Village at these meetings, since TEA also works as a business support group.

A: Oh, yeah! Makes sense.

*creak*

???: Hey, sorry I'm late! The taxi I was taking broke down on the way, so I had to call for a new one.

V: (Holy Watcher. YOU'RE the newest member?)

???: Did I miss anything?

#ts2 #strangetown with a twist #chloe curious #vidcund curious #chester gieke #lisa ramirez #florence delarosa #gilbert jacquet #melody tinker #crystal vu #abhijeet cho

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pick-em-pool · 1 year ago

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WEEK 15

Buckle up, everyone, because we have a BARN. BURNER. FINALE. Coming our way 🔥🛖 🔥 as we have at least 6 viable contestants battling it out for the top prizes 😱 Who has the clutch gene these last 3 weeks?!

GABBY - 12 POINTS

Oh lord sweet baby jesus christ in a manger cuz the inn was too full 👼 Gabby once again inches closer 📏 to the top spot 😱 it's going to come down to the wire and I cannot wait!!!

RUSTY - 12 POINTS

The three wise men - Rusty, Jack, and Daniels - followed the stars to a 12 point week 💯 and now they're only FIVE points away from third place and some money 💴💴 can they do it?!

JULIETTE - 12 POINTS

A fantastic week is not quite enough to pull JuJu out of the last-place-pit-of-doom-and-despair 😔 She has kept a calm demeanor throughout the whole ordeal of this season 😊 She'll definitely be hungry for success next season, taking Jesus' advice to "Grind Hard, Shine Hard."... Actually, I think that quote is from Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson 🪨

ABBY - 11 POINTS

She's been able to stay in the top THREE, orchestrating her picks from her little town in Bethlehem Stanford 🌆🌆🌆 MONEY ON HER MIND 💰 Though I am pretty sure at this point in the bible, king Herod ordered the killing of all the infants in Bethlehem Stanford, which, frankly, was not very cash money of him. So, Abby, go stuff some babies under your bed and keep on pickin!

VAL - 11 POINTS

Val is still juuuuuuust outside of the money right now in 4th place 😬😬😬 I think it's time for her to get a little more aggressive in these last few weeks, SCHEME a little 🦊 You know what they say, if you ain't cheatin' you ain't tryin'. If you think that a little too far, you might ask, "what would Jesus do" - and I'll say that grabbing a whip and beating up a bunch of merchants is NOT out of the question! DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO VAL

LISA - 10 POINTS

Well she's weathered the storm so far 🌩️🌩️🌩️ and has now been in first place for FIFTEEN WEEKS 🤯 Are we sure we believe she's not cheating??? Women have been KNOWN to lie before: oh yeah, "Virgin" Mary, I'm suuuuure god just put a bun in the oven for you 🤨 I'll bet Joseph was gonna drag the family to Jerry Springer of Nazareth and see what yee olde paternity tests had to say about THAT 😤

JJ - 10 POINTS

We all know that Jesus could walk on water 🌊 but GUESS WHAT? So can JJ... assuming that the water is frozen... and that he has ice skates... ANYWAY the point is that JJ COULD potentially nab a top three spot... assuming some other people mess up... and that I sneak him a few extra points 🥷🥷🥷 ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN

PEYTON - 1O POINTS

Just as Jesus fed 5,000 with two fish, Peyton fed six years of schooling with four years of eligibility ⚾⚾⚾ will he be able to turn three more weeks into a top 3 finish 🤔🤔🤔 the final picks are going to be for ALL the marbles 🍙 (<- there is no marble emoji)

JANIE - 9 POINTS

No one better call out Janie's poor performance this season to her face or I can tell you that she's going to be making meatloaf for Christmas. With EXTRA mushy carrots 😵😵😵

The pick-em pool never disappoints 😎 I don't know about y'all but I'm going to need another chair because I'm on the edge of my SEAT waiting to see who's going to claim victory! 💰🫰💰🫰💰🫰 See you next week!

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zmediaoutlet · 2 years ago

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an anonymous person asked for a bunch of numbers but then I accidentally deleted the ask, so here are a few I remember

8. What’s your favourite sex position?

DEAN: That's like asking favorite food. How do you pick? The other ones are all gonna feel left out. SAM: You think if you choose cheeseburger then burritos are going to be sad? DEAN: I don't want to test it, is what I'm saying. SAM: God. Okay -- whatever. Doggy. DEAN: You -- what, really? SAM: Good control, easy for both people to help with rhythm, good view. I like being able to see the action. Plus, you've got an amazing back. And if it's me -- you know you like it from behind. DEAN: Jeez. Fine. If I'm banging you, then yeah -- but when you're flat, on your stomach. What's that called? Doesn't matter -- it's just, when you're all laid out, you get all... I don't know. Lazy. Just letting me take care of you. I hardly get to any other damn day, control freak, so. That's good. SAM: Yeah? What about when it's the other way around? DEAN: I -- uh, I mean, it's all... pretty good. SAM: Don't worry if the burrito's going to feel bad. Let's say it was right now. Lights dimmed, we had a few drinks, all warmed up. How do you want it? DEAN: ...Missionary. SAM: Yeah? DEAN: Yeah, but -- not with my knees up by my ears, or whatever. Just that way where -- we're all close, and you got my ass up off the bed, and I've got my thighs up over your hips but you can't get super deep, so it's gotta be kinda slow. Where we're super close, and it's gonna take a while, and I can see your face. SAM stays quiet. DEAN: I like the view, too.

9. How often do you need sex?

SAM: Less than I need hot meals, unlike -- DEAN: All right, all right, easy. SAM: Honestly, it's something I can go without if I have to. I've had some dry spells -- don't talk -- DEAN: Wasn't gonna say anything! SAM: -- but it didn't... matter? I figure I have a pretty average sex drive, but it doesn't control my brain. If I want to get off I get off. It's not really a big deal. But... I guess when sex is available and it's with someone I actually care about, it's just nice to have. So -- if we're putting numbers on it, what -- twice, three times a week? DEAN: Oh, you're actually -- I thought we were just gonna rag on you for being a monk and me for being easy. SAM: It's just us, man. DEAN: Well -- okay. Honesty it is. Sex is great, sex is the best. But -- I guess I'm with monk-boy over here. It feels good to feel good, duh, but when you're with somebody 25/8 it's just... one of the ways we can be together, you know? I mean, I ain't gonna say a night of library research is anywhere near as fun as 69ing, but it's... I don't know. Not something you need all the time. I don't even want to sleep next to him every night. You kick, dude. SAM: You steal all the blankets. DEAN: I deserve those blankets, I'm not the Human Radiator. Anyway -- yeah. So -- I can go two or three times a week. I can go every single day if we want to, or not for weeks if we have to. All else fails, I know how to use my right hand. But it's good to know someone's waiting, if there's a dry spell. The nut-draining part is good, but getting to clean the pipes with a plumbing buddy is the best part. SAM: ...Poetic.

10. Where do you stand on the monogamy/polygamy-scale?

DEAN: Hm. SAM: Let's -- DEAN: Yeah. But it's your turn to bring back beer.

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SAM: I can go either way. I... don't mind if he has sex with other people but I want to know about it. That can be fun, even -- if he meets a woman at a bar, say, and they've got chemistry, there've been one or two times that I've just said -- go ahead, have fun. He practically sparkles. When it's a guy... SAM pauses. It shouldn't matter but it does. I guess that's not really very PC, is it? But it does matter, to me. When we've been good, I don't think he's ever really wanted to have sex with a guy without me there. I don't -- I think that's so. We've had a couple guys together, and I don't... I don't want that to change. I guess that's it. For my side -- I've slept with a few women, without him. He practically shoved me at them. And that's been fun -- I could miss women, if I never got to sleep with one ever again. But most of the time I don't really want anything else. Dean's a lot.

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DEAN: Look, I didn't want to say this with him right there, but -- what's the point, if you're not telling the truth, right? I like chicks, I like guys. I've wanted to get my face sat on by some beautiful snatch and I've wanted to get nailed by some crazy dudes. But if all I ever had for the rest of my life was Sammy that'd be all good with me. Screw the cheeseburger or burrito metaphor. He's air.

(now all available in handy readable form on AO3, if you do that kind of thing)

#my writing #wincest #hornt asks

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 2 years ago

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Steve harrington X Female Reader

Might be a bit self-inserted but I needed to hear this lol.

More angst but it has reassuring Steve

Triggers:talks of finances. Talks of doctors but not in depth.

Hope you all enjoy it! If you do please consider reblogging and commenting

Y/N has been extremely overwhelmed. She knows that if she talks to Steve he would listen to her and be as supportive as he can be but she just can't bring herself to talk about her problems with him. He has his own things going on in his life and she doesn't want to bother him with her issues.

Today has been the worst day she's had in a long time. First she gets told she can't register for spring classes until she pays her college fees, which she has no idea on how she'll get that much money. And then her doctor tells her she needs to do a bunch of testing for the next few months to figure out whats been going on. Y/N is riddled with anxiety, she just wants to go home and cry.

Driving home Y/N is struggling to focus, her eyes keep filling with tears and she just can't stop thinking of all the things that need to get done. ' gotta go make dinner' 'dishes need finishing' 'need to get a loan first thing tomorrow' 'need to make more doctor appointments' while all these thoughts are racing through her mind she doesn't even notice she pulled into the shared driveway she shares with Steve.

She grabs her things and walks to the door. Opening the door she shuts it and slides down to the floor. Sobs rack through her body with such aggression that her chest tightens. It feels like she can't breathe and this causes her to cry even harder.

Unbeknownst to her Steve was already home for the day, just in the other room he heard her unlock the door. Glee filled his body, 'She's home!' His eyes widen and the smile falls off his face just as quickly as it grew just seconds before. Hearing her sobs he races to the living room. The night before him kills him. It's a dagger to his heart. "Oh my God baby what happened?" Steve rushes to her side to help her in any way he can.

Steve sits on the floor with her and pulls her to his chest. Slowly he starts to rock back and forth with her in his arms. He's never seen her this distraught. Y/N starts to collect herself, the crying slows but once she starts rambling to him about the anxious spiral she's been experiencing all day the tears start right back up. This time, it was ten times harder.

Steve notices that Y/N is going into a panic attack and he remembers what she told him before. If I ever go into a panic attack, help me with my breathing. Instantly he starts to move her hand over his heart and he urgently yet calmly talks to her through her breathing.

"Breath with me baby. In through your nose and out through your mouth. Follow me." He demonstrates a proper breathing technique to help her through. Following his breath she feels herself start to calm.

Once her breathing is normal again Steve picks her up and they move to the couch. "Talk to me baby, what happened today?" Y/N starts to rant about everything, " I have to take out another loan for college or I can't register for any of my classes for next semester, my doctor told me I need a bunch of testing in the next couple of weeks to see what the issue I've been having is from and I just don't know what to do. Everything was okay and now it feels like the world is crumbling." Steve's own chest tightens hearing this. His girl was in pain and by the speed in her voice as she tells him all this it doesn't seem like she would have told him any of this, if he hadn't caught her crying to herself. "Princess….you can always talk to me. Always. Your problems are my problems, we're in this together. And I'm so proud of everything that you have accomplished. You can do anything but you can not do everything. I'll come to the bank with you tomorrow morning, we'll figure out your finances for your classes together. And for your doctor's, we will go to appointments together and we will go through whatever she has you do together." Y/N doesn't know how to feel. Her whole life she has felt like she needs to do everything herself, that if she asks for help she'll get ridiculed for it but here she is, having the love of her life talk to her about how he is here to help. In this moment she realizes that Steve is the love of her life, that he is the best person she has and she would never change that.

Things are hard right now. Life is hard. But they'll get through it together.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things headcanons #youre so strong #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader

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sparkliingcrown · 3 years ago

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— my worst nightmare.

Summary: You know the saying that goes 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer?' How much closer can you get to your enemy than being roommates?

Request: Brownies + Dark Irish Coffee

Genre: Roommates AU, College AU, Enemies to Lovers

Words: 6.1k

Warnings: Lots of swearing. I didn’t hold back in that aspect. Uhm, mentions of drinking, yn kinda panics at one point... I think that should be all! If not, pls notify me ^^

Note: An Eishi Café special. Yes, this is because it was last minute requests and it took too long for me to get to and open up the café again. ALSO TO THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THIS, I’M SORRY I MISREAD THE ORDER AND WROTE IT AS A LIGHT REQUEST! I hope you still like it nonetheless... Sorry it took so long T^T Also, this is my first time writing something like this so I really hope that it fits.

You were hauling your bags and boxes up to your new dorm room by yourself. That wasn’t exactly the greatest way to start the day, considering you had to stay up packing the last of your stuff, rushing to the nearest train station, riding the train, and then driving all the way to your new dorm room for college yesterday. You didn’t even get to sleep a wink on the train and you sure as hell can’t sleep while on the road. So, in short, you were tired, hungry, and really fucking pissed.

You mocked your naive and excited self, making faces as you tugged your bags closer to your body, pulling the strap of your backpack higher up your shoulder to keep it from falling on the floor. Go to college, they said. You'll have the time of your life, they said. Who's they? The many, many movies you watched growing up. And where exactly were you now?

"Can you at least try to help me move my stuff inside?" You drop your bags at the door, stretching your arms out.

"Lemme think about it." He closes his eyes for a second, letting out a deep breath. "No."

That's right. You were stuck with him. Choi Seungcheol. The bane of your existence.

That motherfucker.

His majesty was sitting comfortably on the couch, a cup of boba in his hand. Oh, how you wish you could just reach out there and squeeze it to make it explode in his face. Instead, you huff. You turned away and stomped your way down to the elevator to get the rest of your luggage. Muttering to yourself, you hauled the last of your luggage in, just wanting to collapse onto your bed for the day having barely gotten any rest the previous day.

You were expecting your best friend, Jiwoo, to greet you at the door. You were expecting her to greet you with that enthusiastic squeal when she sees you. You were expecting her to give you a warm hug that would last probably longer than 5 minutes. Alas, the universe decided to be rude to you and give you your worst nightmare.

Seungcheol stares as you drag your bags and feet to the nearest room, raising an eyebrow when he thinks he heard you utter his name. He did not help whatsoever. Asshole. Once you get to your room, you don't even bother cleaning up and unpacking. You sank to the floor with a loud whine, not caring at all if Seungcheol could hear you from outside.

You were so excited to live out your college dream. Going to the library, going to parties you know Jiwoo would drag you to, midnight talks with your roommate, binging series you’ve been eyeing for a while. The universe just really had to ruin it for you by placing him as your roommate. You didn’t even know he was enrolled in Hybe University. It seemed like he didn’t know either. You recall the shocked look on his face when he opened the door.

“You’re my roommate?!” You both exclaim in unison.

You feel your lifespan shorten by 30 years when it fully sinks in that you’re stuck with him for a full school year. If it wasn’t enough that the bags you carried were heavy, the ones under your eyes felt even heavier. Seungcheol frowns.

“You look like shit,” he states, taking a long sip out of his cup.

You manage to send your iciest glare at him, chucking the heavy luggage inside to make him move. “No shit, Sherlock-”

“The name’s Seungcheol.”

You ignore him. “I just drove a fucking half hour just to get here.”

You kick the bag, moving it to a corner then go to get a smaller one waiting by the door. Seungcheol moves out of your way, walking back to the couch. “Don’t fucking test me, Choi.”

He puts one of his hands up in a surrendering gesture. You sigh, closing the door behind you to get the rest of your things.

You let out a groan, deciding to unpack your things a little later. Eyeing your bed, you get up to move to your bed. You easily drift off into sleep. You would’ve loved to say it was dreamless but you actually quite enjoyed the chaos of it all. You awoke at 2 in the morning, lost and confused. You frown at your waste of half the day yesterday, smacking random items in your room to figure out where you had placed your phone.

Once you located it, the screen lit up your face - blinding you a little in the process. Jiwoo had excitedly messaged you. Well, excited was an understatement when she sent you 102 messages in the span of one hour and 17 missed calls for the rest of the time you were unconscious on your bed.

Your stomach growls, shocking you. “Yeah, I should get some food then start unpacking. Probably message her back as well…” you mutter to the air, dusting off your jeans as you finish up the process of fully moving into your new home for the next school year.

You sigh, “Fuck, this is going to be a long year.”

You bury your head in the reference book that you picked out to help with your assignment. It wasn’t doing it’s job of helping. You shifted in your seat. With a groan, you lean back in your seat, not understanding any of the material so far. Jiwoo pats your back encouragingly, nuzzling her cheek on your shoulder.

"There, there," she says, running a hand through your hair. "Hold on, I'll just return this book because it didn't have what I was looking for."

With a solemn nod, Jiwoo rises from her seat. She skips away with the book in your hands leaving you suffering all alone. You mentally slap yourself for sulking when it's literally only the second month of college. Living in the dorms has not been any easier ever since you arrived. Seungcheol took any opportunity to get a rise out of you and you would bite back with just as much sass.

It was like a competition between you both. Over what exactly? No one could really tell. Jiwoo came over often so she's very much used to seeing the two of you bicker like little children out of the smallest things. This was the reason as to why she dragged you out of the dorm.

"Come on, ever since you've arrived, you're either staying in your room or going to that boba place!" Jiwoo was tugging you by your wrist while you used your other hand to cling onto your bedpost. "You need to live! To breathe!"

"I do that just fine over here!" you complain.

Then, it was just a competition of whining. Jiwoo won that one easily. Her bright, sparkling puppy eyes were too much to resist. You sighed. You were too soft for Jiwoo sometimes. You mumble, cursing the professors for giving a bunch of work already. It was to the point that you could barely keep track of any of your subjects anymore.

You stare at your laptop screen, a half blank essay staring back at you with a menacing aura. You turn your head. An open textbook sat atop several other books of the same subject stared at you too. You could hear it calling for you, yelling at you to study for the test next week. With a silent cry, you drop your head down onto the table. You hear a snicker from behind you. One that you've heard way too many times that you didn't even need to turn around to see who it was.

"Hello to you too, Choi." You let out a tired sigh, head rising from the table.

"You look pitiful like that," he comments, eyeing the multitude of books surrounding your laptop. "You need any help?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Do you need help?"

"The Choi Seungcheol is offering me help?"

"Ah, good, so your ears can work," he gives you that shit eating grin that you just want to punch off his face. You can already feel the fire burning inside just ready to burst. You feel like a boiling kettle to say the least. It's his turn to raise an eyebrow now.

"Well?"

"No way," you huff like a child, turning your back on him.

He sat across from you. It really just had to be the only fucking unoccupied seat left. You mentally cursed all the students who came to the library. Then you felt bad and instead cursed Seungcheol who just had to come to the library when you were at the peak of the stress rollercoaster, just ready to dive into the depths of despair and bad grades.

Your eyes flutter back and forth between the laptop, the books and Seungcheol himself. With a defeated sigh, you turn the laptop so the screen could face him. "Please."

That same grin never left his face, he tauntingly cups a hand around his ear. "What's that? I can't hear you."

"Old man," you retort with a snicker. Just as he was going to open his mouth to protest, you repeat yourself a little louder. "Please help me with this damn assignment so I can finish it already."

"That's more like it." He pulls out the chair next to you, pushing away the books to help you.

You would never admit it out loud but you were actually grateful that Seungcheol had offered his help. With every small pointer he gave you, you were able to fly through all of your workload like a breeze. He even lent you his notes for that test you were so worried about. You leaned back, tipping your head back as the most relieved sigh anyone could muster slipped past your lips.

“What? No ‘Thank you’?” he asked, a small pout on his lips.

“I didn’t kill you. Is that enough?” He rolls his eyes at you, returning to his own seat. Guilt started to take form in the pit of your stomach. You sighed. “I gotta go. Thanks. I’ll see you at the dorm.”

You didn’t see it. He didn’t want you to see it. He didn’t even want to acknowledge it; the heat rising up and painting his cheeks pink from when you sent him that small smile before leaving. Seungcheol mentally slapped himself, shaking his head and trying to focus on his own essay he put off while helping you. Safe to say, he never really did finish that stupid essay.

"Joo, do I have to go?" you complained, tugging your shirt downwards. It's a little too much for your taste.

"You deserve it, babe," Jiwoo replied. "You got good grades after studying for so long! Loosen up a little! Please?"

You give her a skeptical look.

"Just this once?" She gives you her best puppy dog eyes that shimmered under the light of her dorm room. She puts up a finger and juts out her bottom lip in a pout, ultimately stealing your heart with how cute she is. "For me?"

"Ugh, fine. You're too cute not to."

"Yay!" she wraps her arms around you and gives you a light kiss on your cheek, dragging you out of her dorm and to her car.

She drove you to the party, that sweet smile never leaving her face. She talked about a blend of many topics she was interested in. You heard her mention something about talking to that girl in her class. You only stared out the window, humming in response as you dreaded arriving at the party.

Alcohol. It reeked of alcohol. You just arrived but there were already so many people that just smelled like sweat and whatever was served in the kitchen. Jiwoo took you to the dance floor, which was clearly just the living room of the house with the couches pushed to the side so there's space. She introduced you to a couple of her friends. You give them a small wave. It probably wasn't the best idea to try and have a conversation this close to the speakers.

After just a few minutes of walking in, you already lost Jiwoo. She was probably just with one of her friends. Come to think of it, she was clinging on to one of them really tightly and just being very clingy. But she was almost always like that with anyone. You brush it off your mind, heading to the kitchen to get something to drink.

"They look pretty," Seokmin stated, sipping from his cup and making a slight face at the bitterness. "Wait... Is that Y/n?"

Seungcheol's ears seem to perk up at the mention of your name. He turns to the direction his friend was staring at, seeing you hover over the kitchen island with a drink in your hand. You looked bored. A little lonely too. He deduced that your friend had left you to fend for yourself. He snickers to himself.

"Oh yeah, I think that is," Jeonghan was suddenly by his side, eyeing Seungcheol for his reaction. Seungcheol pulls a face.

"What are you looking at?" he sneers.

"Don't you think they're pretty, Cheollie?" Jeonghan giggled, obviously already a little tipsy. Seungcheol scowls. An old conversation flashed by his eyes.

"Where are you going?"

You raise an eyebrow. "And why do you care about where I'm going?"

"Because I'm your roommate? What if something happens to you?"

"Awh, does Seungcheollie actually care about me?" You jut your lip out in an exaggerated pout.

"No, I- Wait..." He takes in the outfit you decided to wear, and breathes in the scent of that perfume you always wear on special occasions. "Don't tell me... You're going out with that guy again, aren't you?"

You roll your eyes, adjusting the straps of your shoes with a groan. "So?"

"Are you that blind that I have to fucking tell you? He's not good for you!"

"Why do you give a damn about who I go out with? Why would I give a damn about who you think I should go out with?"

"That's not the point- Stop going out with him!"

"What are you? My dad? Fuck off, Cheol."

"That guy is not good for you." He crosses his arms against his chest. "Hell, even I would be better for you and I'm your enemy."

“Yeah, you’re my enemy. That doesn’t explain why you’re butting into my love life like this. Literally, just fuck off!” you exclaim, losing your cool with a stomp of your foot.

You fall silent. He falls silent. Seungcheol is worried for that second that passes. He didn’t know why. The silence was uncomfortable. It was like the chill of realizing there’s a spider in the shower with you. He felt chills run down his spine. He didn’t even know why.

You say nothing more, picking up your purse. The silence was odd. It was new. Especially to the both of you. Seungcheol was just about to speak up again, voicing his opposition to you going out with the sketchy guy you met when you walked out and slammed the door on him.

His mouth hung ajar, disbelief spread all over his features. He scoffs, “Ugh, whatever.”

He turns to look at you again. You were by the dance floor now, the neon lights surrounding you. He always thought you were pretty whenever you two wouldn't be bickering until the day's end. Seeing you next to the lights, seeing you like this, it made his heart race a little. He blames it on the alcohol.

Seungcheol ignores the way the rest of his friends start teasing him. It was mostly Joshua and Jeonghan ganging up on him but it was teasing nonetheless. He rolled his eyes, shoving them off him when Jeonghan started giggling a little too close to his face. Sure, he thinks you look pretty, and sure, he doesn't deny that he did find you attractive when he first met you after the summer. That doesn't matter, though, right? Right?

So, what was this feeling festering in his heart when he saw another guy walk up to you and ask you for a dance?

Seungcheol watches as the anonymous guy takes your hand and graciously leads you to the dance floor. His friends would be dramatic and say that he glared daggers at the dude. To be fair, he was. Seungcheol wasn't going to admit to that, however. He crushes his cup in his hand, startling the rest of his group but leading to only more teasing from all of them. With a roll of his eyes, he decides to shift his attention elsewhere.

Your weight shifts from one foot to the other. Maybe situating yourself near the dance floor wasn't the best idea you ever got but you needed to search for Jiwoo in the sea of sweaty, horny, drunk people. What better option than to sit right next to the speaker? You mentally facepalm yourself when the neon lights blinded you from identifying anyone. You blink once. Twice.

Who is this stranger in front of you?

Alarms blare in your head, telling you to get away. Your grip tightens on your cup, anxiety filling your stomach. He notices your worried expression and immediately flashes a smile. "You don't come here often, do you? I'm Eungwang."

He extends a hand out to you, asking you to join him on the dance floor. You shyly follow him, his hand never leaving yours. He twirls you around, telling you to smile a little bit and relax. You could feel all eyes on you, the blinding neon lights and booming music slowly becoming unbearable with each passing second.

"You okay?" You nearly didn't hear Eungwang calling out your name. "You look stressed. Are you okay?" You did your best to shake your head no, breath stuck in your throat.

A worried look passes his eyes, the corners of his lips turning downwards. It was becoming too much. You knew you shouldn't have come to this party. Jiwoo just had to bring you along. Jiwoo... You still haven't found her. The pounding in your heart and ears were getting worse, getting louder. You twist your head, trying your best to scan the crowd for a glimpse of your best friend.

"Get your hands off of her," a more familiar voice speaks up. With wide eyes, you see Seungcheol with his hand on Eungwang's shoulder.

Without an answer, Seungcheol rips him away from you and grabs your wrist to pull you into a more open space. It was weird. You always thought Seungcheol's hands would be rough, yet his touch felt so light. It felt like feathers. It was almost as if he was afraid to break you in your state. If you weren't too occupied with panicking, maybe you would've been trying to fight your way out of his grip.

You hadn't even noticed. Within minutes, the two of you were seated in the front lawn. The cool air brushed your cheeks, slowly pulling you out of your trance. Seungcheol tosses you a water bottle which you catch with trembling fingers. You take a sip and let out a breath. With pursed lips, you turn to look at him.

"Sorry.”

"What for?"

"I probably ruined the mood, right?"

He rolls his eyes, tucking his hands in his jacket pocket. "Whatever. The party was shit anyway. We should get you back to the dorm."

"But Jiwoo--"

"Your friend will be fine." He tosses his jacket to you. "Wear that. It's cold."

"I will not."

"Suits you." He snatches it out of your hands almost immediately. "Don't come crying to me when you get a cold."

Like a child, you stuck out your tongue.

You're sick.

You don't know if it's fate trying to trick you or something. Whatever it was, it definitely isn't funny. Thank goodness, it was still the weekend. You definitely would have lost it if you got sick in the middle of the week. Good news was Jiwoo got back to her own dorm safely because her roommates dragged her back. That made you feel a little better.

Swaddled in your blanket, you begin your travel to the faraway land of the living room where you met your roommate looking at you amusedly. You sent him the best glare you could muster with a bit of snot dripping down your face. He only snickered.

"I told you, you should've worn-"

"Shut it. I'd rather be sick than wear that sweaty jacket of yours."

"Oi!" He stands up, pointing at you who was rummaging through the fridge. "I'll have you know my jacket isn't at all sweaty and gross! I wash it often!"

You let out a snicker, taking some leftovers out of the fridge and shutting it close with your hips. Seungcheol drops his plate in the sink. He stares at you for a fleeting moment; your hair was a mess and there was a bit of snot running down your nose. Nonetheless, you were wrapped up tightly in your blanket that reached the floor. You peek your head to see what's playing on the TV when you see a familiar character.

"You watch...Link Clink?" You sniffle slightly, bringing your blanket back up to rest on your shoulders.

"Oh? You know this show?" Cute. He shakes the thought out of his head immediately.

"Yeah...It was on my watch list." You didn't think that he'd watch something like that. "Not like you need to know."

He rolls his eyes at you, ignoring your last comment. "You wanna watch it together sometime?"

What in the fuck? You don't know if it was your cold, if it was just the air conditioning or literal chills went down your spine at his offer. Maybe it was just the first option. Caught off guard, you stare at him. His eyebrow was raised at you while waiting for your response.

"Uhm...yeah, sure... why not?"

"Oh, yeah." He opens up a cabinet, your curious eyes following his form as he searches through the cupboard. He pulls out a green plastic and hands it over to you. "I figured you would get sick, so I bought some stuff this morning that could probably help."

"Oh, uh, thanks..."

"Don't mention it." You weren't too sure but you thought you saw him blush a little. Perhaps it was your brain playing tricks on you. Nonetheless, despite being your enemy, he was nice enough to buy you something. Though, it really was just a small cold.

He clears his throat, snapping you out of your trance. "Get some rest. Jiwoo will probably drop by here later."

"Yeah, okay."

“You’re telling me he took care of you while you were sick?”

“And you’re telling me you didn’t threaten him at all to take care of me while I was sick?”

Jiwoo takes a long sip of her bubble tea, taking her time to chew the pearls while you wait for an answer. She simply shakes her head no. You sigh.

“It’s not like he, like, took care of me. It was more of, like, he just made living together less of a living hell, I guess,” you state, taking your own sip of your tea.

“Less? What do you mean?”

“I mean, he still teased and taunted me. Like, he kept bringing his friends over. You know how loud all of them could get. Finished a bunch of my snacks even though they had my name on it. He broke my third favorite mug, too. One time, he placed my shit on top of the cabinet when he knew I couldn’t really reach it.”

You almost let out a laugh when you remember it.

“Awh, you need me in your life after all."

"Shut up, I can replace you with a step ladder."

"Too bad you won't. You love me too much."

You hadn’t even noticed the rosy pink that started to bloom on your cheeks and creep up to your ears. Jiwoo did, however, and would not let you live. Her eyes grew wide, dramatically placing her cup down. She shook you. A big grin was plastered on her face once you turned to look at her.

“Oh my goodness, it all makes sense now,” she cheered, enthusiastically shaking you around like a maraca. “You guys have been talking a lot lately… When I visited there was no sign of chaos anywhere.... And you were just giggling!”

“Giggling?”

“Giggling, Y/n, giggling! You!” she squeals. “Oh my god, you’re blushing! They’re blushing! Don’t tell me… you actually like him, do you?”

You let out a snort. “Me? Like him? Jiwoo, love, he makes my college life a lot less bearable. My petty ass won’t even let that go by, either. There’s no way I like that asshole.”

Okay, maybe you liked him a little bit.

It would be hard not to like a guy who stops in the middle of a walk just to pet some dogs he saw on the way. It would be hard to ignore the way he smiles whenever you see him with his friends. It was most definitely hard to pretend like your heart wasn’t racing at all when your drunk roommate, also known as your enemy, snuggled closer to you on your way to the couch.

“Seungcheol.” A groan. Try again.

“Seungcheol.” Same response. What is this bitch on?

“Choi Seungcheol.” A loud whine escapes his lips. “How much did you drink? You reek.”

“Just a lil’ bit,” he hiccuped, swaying back and forth on his feet. “We were having so much fun I didn’t even notice the time!”

You softly threw him onto the couch as he started to flail his arms. You rush to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. He throws his arms around the pillows and tightly squeezes them as he starts babbling nonsense you couldn’t quite make out. You hear something along the lines of peaches, weird foods they tried, and someone jumping into the pool. You smiled. They always were such a rowdy bunch. All 13 of them. You would know. They trashed your room once and ate your leftover ice cream.

“You look pretty.” You snorted, covering your mouth with your free hand. “You look just like my roomie, you know. They’re like-” A hiccup interrupts him. “They’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” he slurred.

“Oh? Is that so?” You make him sit up properly and hand the cup over to him. “Here, drink some of this.”

He gulps down the water. “You're really kind, too! Ah, just like Y/n~ But they have a little- no, no- a huge temper.” Oh, wow. The audacity. He giggles and you suppress the urge to smile. Failing, you laugh along with him, shaking your head.

“Come on, let’s get you to your room, you ass,” you say, slinging an arm around him to try and get him up. “Why are you so damn heavy?”

“Because of my love~ for Y/n~!”

“Why are you cheesy when you’re drunk-”

You finally arrive at his room, which took a lot longer than expected because of dragging a very intoxicated Seungcheol around who would not stop trying to cuddle you. You struggle to open his door, ignoring the loud beating of your heart. Wanting to go back to sleep as quickly as possible, you let him crawl onto his own bed, turning around to leave.”

“Get some sleep.”

A hand wraps around your wrist, preventing you from leaving. He pulls you closer. You lose your balance. Oh look, now you're on top of him. You hold your breath. You try to push yourself away from him but to no avail. You were trapped.

“Where’s my goodnight kiss?” He croaked out, quickly leaning up to peck you on the lips.

“You kissed?!”

“Shh! Joo, not so loud!” Your eyes darted around the area, several heads turned to look your and Jiwoo’s way. “Everyone’s looking at us. I don’t even know what to say, Joo. I haven’t seen him at all for the past few days.” “You haven’t seen him or you’re avoiding him?” She raised a skeptical brow at you, popping some food in her mouth. She points one of her chopsticks at you with a big grin that makes you want to hide in a hole and never come out. “I think… you’re just avoiding him.”

“Well, what are you supposed to do when-” you lower your volume, casting your eyes to the ground. “I’m not finishing that sentence. Argh!” You hide your face in your hands, Jiwoo’s thrilled laughter coming from beside you.

You spent the following week trying to evade Seungcheol’s presence. You’ve been getting out of the dorm far earlier than you used to and he could never catch you anywhere. He seemed more than eager to talk to you nowadays, usually looking for you in the hallways or trying to spot a glimpse of you in your favorite spots. The library, the boba place, outside your classes. Nothing. It always seemed like you were one step faster than he was, one second too late for him.

He went around the campus grounds one last time. He even asked his friends if he’s seen you to which they replied with skeptical looks for fair reasons. He even tried to ask your friend, Jiwoo, to no avail. He retreats back to the dorm in defeat. His shoulders slumped over as he fished the keys out of his pocket. The door clicks and he becomes visibly confused. He still has his keys in his hand. The door opens wide and Seungcheol yelps, faced with none other than the roommate he was looking for.

Without thinking, he grabs a hold of your wrist as you go to shut the door on him. You snap yourself out of your thoughts from that night. "You're coming with me."

"What the fuck?" You tug your wrist back. His grip only tightens. "Yah! What the hell do you think you're doing?! I'm going to miss the next episode of-"

"Mmm, don't really care."

"Tch." You look down, suddenly ashamed of your get-up. He opens his car door for you. "Did Jiwoo put you up to this?"

Seungcheol smiles. Your heart... Did it skip a beat? Woah. Maybe he actually doesn't look too bad when he's not being a dick to you. Maybe he actually, dare you say it, looks cute when the two of you aren't at each other's throats every 5 seconds. You reluctantly get in, buckling your seatbelt while you wait for him to start up the car.

You look out the window, appreciating the beauty of the night. It's serene. It was still pretty bright with all the lights and buildings yet it looked beautiful. You opted not to speak to Seungcheol for the rest of the drive. You still didn't even know why he dragged you out of your room. You don't even know why you actually got in his car.

Realization hits you.

You're in his car. Seungcheol's car. You willingly got into Seungcheol's car. A small gasp leaves your lips, calling his attention.

"Is something wrong?"

You look at him. "Uh, no... No, I'm fine." The car suddenly holts, snapping you out of your daze. 7/11. Your eyebrows furrow. What?

"You dragged me out of my room... to go to 7/11? This late at night?" you asked, disbelief laced in your tone. He only chuckles at you, getting out of the car while leaving you bewildered and still strapped to your seat.

"Technically, it's like morning but sure." You unbuckle the seatbelt and step out, the cold breeze hitting your skin. Right, you still looked like a mess in the middle of a crisis. "I owe you ice cream since Soonyoung couldn't control himself the other day."

You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious of why he decided to be nice to you today. Before you could open your mouth to speak, he interrupts you, "This is just so you won't bitch about your lost ice cream."

"Hey!" you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. He picks up a few items and checks them out, you follow behind him like a lost puppy. "I thought we were just getting ice cream... why are you-"

"Can you just enjoy this quiet we have right now?" That made you shut up for the rest of the night. Not really. You started complaining about the cold a few minutes later while he laughed at your misery.

"Your fault for not bringing a coat, idiot."

"You fuckin- You dragged me out here!" you exclaimed, exasperated. "The audacity of this bitch, I swear."

Now sitting outside the 7/11, you rub your arms in a feeble attempt to warm yourself up. Not much luck. He slams a cup of instant ramen in front of you. You jumped slightly at the noise and he sent you a sheepish grin. "Enjoy, loser." You stick your tongue out at him yet pick up the cup nonetheless.

A sizzle breaks the silence between the both of you. He has a cheeky grin plastered all over his face as he teases you with the sight of the can of beer. He tosses one in your direction. You caught it, thankfully. You take a sip after opening it, letting out a content sigh. You searched your brain for something to say to fill the silence. It wasn't exactly everyday you get to sit quietly under the night sky on a school night with your worst enemy.

“I...uh... also wanted to apologize if I weirded you out while I was shit-faced drunk that one time. I didn’t- the words… they just slipped out,” he says.

“That’s it?” you ask. “You don’t remember anything else?”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “I don’t remember anything other than babbling nonsense. Why? Did I do something?” Your cheeks flare up, memories flooding back in that you’ve tried so hard to avoid. He stops and looks at you, noticing how you wouldn’t look him in the eye. Your eyes were trained on something else, your cheeks burning crimson. He blinks once, twice, trying to recollect the events of that night. All he remembers was you pissed and greeting him at the door, muttering some embarrassing shit, and being dropped onto his bed. Everything else was a blur.

“We should… Let’s get going. It’s getting really late,” you say, turning your head so you’d stop staring. The two of you finish up your ramen and drinks, heading back to Seungcheol’s car after discarding the trash.

On the way home, he recalls a few memories. The day you first met, the time you embarrassed him in front of the whole 8th grade, the time he gave you an oreo cookie filled with toothpaste. A good trip down memory lane later, the two of you were laughing obnoxiously in the wee hours of the morning. The laughter dies down as Seungcheol unlocks your dorm door.

“Come to think of it, why are we enemies again? We didn’t really do too much to hate each other,” you say, removing your shoes by the door.

“Do we hate each other?” You shrug. He laughs. “Why don’t we start over then? We’re not too different, apparently.”

“Yeah. Sure, why not?”

He sticks out his hand. “Hi, I’m Seungcheol.”

You gaze lingers on it for a few seconds. You never thought you’d be doing this ever. You look up at him and back at his hand. There’s a chance you’ll regret your next move but you doubt you will.

With a simple, soft kiss, everything felt like it changed yet stayed the same. The feeling of his lips on yours felt like a simple gift from the universe as a sorry for everything the two of you went through together. Seungcheol was frozen in his spot, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pulled you closer. His memories start getting clearer. He slowly pieces together what happened that night. You pull away with a grin, completely red in the face.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. Seungcheol’s worst nightmare.”

“Is that what I get for making you suffer in silence when I couldn’t remember anything?”

“Oh, so you remember now? Damn, you really are old.”

“We’re the same age!”

“To answer your question, yes. Yes, it is.”

For the second time that night, you kissed.

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BnHA Chapter 320: Deku vs. Class 1-A

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Kacchan was all “fuck Deku and fuck his stupid goodbye letters, I need to speak to somebody in charge.” Endeavor was all “hello, I am Somebody In Charge.” Kacchan was all “listen up asshole, you need to let us go out and collect our wayward nerd because you stupidly left him alone with All Might and that’s a fast track to disaster right there.” Endeavor was all, “[self-incriminating silence].” Rat Principal was all, “okay sure, have fun kids.” Back in the present, class 1-A was all “hi Deku” and Deku was all “I’M FINE!!!!!” and Kacchan was all “THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT YOU’D SAY YOU DUMB FUCKING NERD” and so the kids all got ready to fight, because OF COURSE they’re gonna fight. Sorry guys, but yeah it’s happening.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan is all “what’s up Deku you look like a possessed Rorschach test, so anyway how are the new quirks coming along.” Deku is all “they’re coming along like THIS” and uses Smokescreen to try and get away. Kacchan is all “PHASE ONE COMMENCE”, and Kouda, Sero, Jirou, and Ojiro leap into the fray to shower Deku with heaps of love and violence, because this is a shounen manga and kicking someone’s ass while simultaneously proclaiming your undying admiration for them is just how it’s done in these parts. The KoudaSeroOJirou squad then passes the baton to Satou, Momo, Tokoyami, Kaminari, and Shouji, who are all “fuck this mask” and do a bunch of stuff to tear Deku’s mask off because they’re the real heroes. Shouto is all “LOOK AT THE LITTLE CRYBABY, THAT’S RIGHT, GO AHEAD AND FUCKING CRY and by the way let us share your burden please,” and once again I swear this is all very deeply moving and touching within the actual context. The chapter ends with Tsuyu being all “look at me. I’m the cliffhanger now,” and damn.

lol what

I don’t think anyone was expecting that. I mean, not that I’ve got anything against Tsuyu or anything. anyways it’s a very nice cover and I love the colors and I hope this means Tsuyu’s gonna do something badass

also, “Deku vs Class A” -- pretty much the expected title, but it’s still got me hyped nonetheless fuck yeah let’s go

IIDA ANGST

Iida Tenya really said “fuck the uniform code, we’re leaving the helmet at home today.” sorry kids, prim and proper C-3PO Comic Relief Iida has left the building. can I interest you in some Serious Iida

meanwhile Kacchan is all “sup Deku, I heard you got a few more quirks, and might I just add that you look like the Snyder Cut of Detective Pikachu”

“you look like a tarred and feathered squid” okay easy there Kacchan. I mean it’s all true of course, but still

“thank you all for coming” OH EXCUSE ME SON, WERE YOU PLANNING ON GOING SOMEWHERE. LET’S JUST SEE HOW THAT PLAYS OUT

yep and there’s Smokescreen, right on cue

okay Horikoshi, I leave it in your hands. hopefully you can come up with some more interesting combos than my dumbass predictions lol

LOL THIS ISN’T A COMBO AT ALL

“explosions solve everything” -- Horikoshi Kouhei, 2021. something something shockwave, something something handwave ta-da no more smoke. lol okay then

oh, ouch

he would know, wouldn’t he. nice application of one of your many hard-earned life lessons, Kacchan

by the way you guys, just as an experiment, I’m going to try to anticipate some of the discourse this week in the hopes of preemptively addressing it and thus saving myself some time later on lol. so here’s our first test run!

ANTICIPATED DISCOURSE: “oh my god what a fucking hypocrite can you believe this fucking guy”

PREEMPTIVE REBUTTAL: it’s precisely because Kacchan has been in this exact situation himself that he’s able to recognize his past self in Deku now and call him out on it. just because it took him sixteen years to get it through his head that he can’t accomplish every single thing completely by himself doesn’t mean Deku has to go down that same path. so yeah, maybe it is a bit hypocritical, but if you insist that the only people qualified to call out stupid shit are people who have never done a single stupid thing in their own lives, then what you’re basically saying is that absolutely no one on earth is qualified lol. so yeah, I’d have to disagree

and one last unrelated note, I’m willing to bet the whole “you didn’t even say a word before you ran off” thing is possibly the first thing Kacchan’s said in this whole encounter that actually does stem from genuine hurt rather than his tough-love-harsh-truths strategy. I’M TAKING NOTES HERE HORIKOSHI. at this rate it’ll take twice as many chapters as DvK2 for them to hash out all the stuff between them, geez

anyway so I gotta say, so far Deku vs. Class A is looking an awful lot like a DvK3 wearing a hat, trenchcoat, and sunglasses lol

OH SHIT I TAKE IT BACK??

FUCK YEAH, YOU GO KOUDA. and I guess he ditched his mask as well! excellent

so far the strategy here seems to be “Kacchan says all the mean tough love shit while the rest of 1-A balances it out with warmth and kindness”, which actually works pretty well imo. Deku is one of those people that doesn’t usually need a Kacchan Translator anyway, but just in case, this is very efficient

mm but of course Deku is slingshotting himself away with Blackwhip. all right then, who’s up next!

FUCK YEAH

okay but seriously you guys, what is going on with Sero’s face in these last couple of chapters though, it’s really starting to unnerve me. is he trying to emulate Kacchan’s whole asymmetrical facial expressions thing?

in fact let me just quickly hit pause here because,

ANTICIPATED DISCOURSE: “SERO IS TOGA??!”

PREEMPTIVE REBUTTAL: no

oh snap looks like Jirou’s getting in on the action too!

poor Jirou probably spent days racking her brain trying to think of something she could bond with Deku over. is Horikoshi doing these in reverse order of the kids who have had the most interaction with him? that would explain why poor Kouda didn’t get a flashback lol

omg. well that answers that

so by my count, Satou and Hagakure are the only ones remaining in this first tier of kids who Still Appreciate Midoriya even though they’ve barely ever spoken two words to him in their lives lol. so they’ll probably be next, and then we’ll get to the next tier of kids who are pretty good friends with him but not quite besties. and then we’ll move on to the IidaRokiRaka trio, and then lastly, to the boy who is in a tier all his own

BUT FIRST, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR

and by “sponsor” I mean the Dekuangst. just in case that wasn’t clear. indeed, many thanks to the Dekuangst for making this all possible

(ETA: okay so this whole “take me away” line seemed pretty weird to me, and sure enough it’s yet another one of those cases where only the verb is specified, and the object is left to the reader’s interpretation. so even though the translation says “take me away”, I’m pretty sure that what Deku’s actually saying is “take you away” -- as in, his loved ones will be taken away by AFO.

and that is literally the way he phrases it, though -- the verb used is “奪う” (ubau), meaning “to snatch away; to dispossess; to steal.” which, god, that hurts my whole goddamn heart though, because for him to say it like that?? not “AFO will kill you”, but “AFO will take you away from me.” he can’t have nice things anymore because of AFO. he can’t be around the people he loves because AFO will hurt them. he can’t have happiness because AFO will take it away from him. anyway so where the fuck is AFO right now, motherfucker I just want to talk.)

by the way can Ojiro just extend his tail to whatever fucking length he wants or what because it’s like twelve feet long in this panel lol

WOOO FUCK YEAH TOKOYAMI

YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!! BUT WHERE’S YOUR FLASHBACK? YOU’VE HAD A BUNCH OF INTERACTIONS WITH HIM, THAT’S NOT FAIR

okay so now Satou’s stepping in which is back to my anticipated order, so maybe Toko will finish his little moment afterward

dskfjfkk

“REMEMBER THAT TIME DEKU BORROWED SATOU’S FOOD COLORING” Horikoshi says, sweating. “AND REMEMBER THAT TIME HE, UM, SMILED IN HAGAKURE’S GENERAL DIRECTION”

actually I am curious about what Hagakure’s part will be because, you know, the whole traitor thing lol

(ETA: funny how we just skipped right over it huh. can we get a traitor reveal countdown started here? definitely getting close to that time.)

whoa lol wtf

MOMO??? THIS HAS MOMO WRITTEN ALL OVER IT DAMMIT

-- SWEET MOTHER OF FUCK

“SORRY MIDORIYA-SAN, I LEFT MY FUCKING CHILL AT HOME IN THE LOCKER NEXT TO IIDA’S HELMET” holy shit lmao

and here I thought she’d get a flashback to her time on the Baku Rescue Squad or something. but nope, no flashbacks from Momo, only terrifying sci-fi torture devices

poor Dark Shadow is such a trooper omg

“why am I the only one who has to make prolonged contact with his smelly disgusting self” taking one for the team there DS

FUCK YEAH KAMINARI NO JUTSU

THE PRICKLY BASTARD WHISPERER STRIKES AGAIN!! don’t suppose you brought any clean clothes you could sneakily force him into huh Kami

okay here we go, so now Shouji and Tokoyami are joining forces

um excuse me this is fucking awesome

wonder how he’ll break free? don’t think he’ll reveal Fa Jin until the end of the chapter, so maybe Air Force or something? idk

TOKO GETS AN EXTENDED MOMENT BECAUSE HE IS A TIER TWO PATREON REWARD LEVEL FRIEND YAY

WHY IS MOMO MAKING THIS FACE LOL YOUR THING WAS WAY WORSE

and Shouji just casually hitting him with what is easily the best comment from anyone yet. too bad Deku’s just gonna ignore it. you deserve better Shouji

KAMINARI OMFG

it only just occurred to me that Kami is currently trapped inside Dark Shadow right along with him lmao omg. realest one in the entirety of BnHA, right here. we will never forget your sacrifice

aaaaaaand Deku’s yeeting himself

do you really hate the thought of taking a bath that much my dude

oh shit the mask!!

-- oh shit the feels

o(TヘTo)

fuck. and I mean, we knew he was crying, that was a done deal. but still, to see him in this much pain is just...

and the acknowledgement that he knows they’re worried about him, but that it doesn’t change his mind one bit. this, right here, is why they have to be a bit harsh with him, you guys. because they’re up against the full, unbridled stubbornness of Midoriya fucking Izuku, and if they don’t match that stubbornness with an equal stubbornness of their own, they basically don’t stand a chance

(ETA: quick note that there is apparently another mistranslation here -- rather than saying that his friends are oblivious to the danger, what Deku is actually saying is that none of his friends have activated his Danger Sense once throughout this entire fight. which I had been wondering about, and it turns out Horikoshi actually confirmed it. so basically none of the kids bears any ill intent toward him, and there’s literal proof right there.

incidentally, as @class1akids pointed out, this also casts an interesting light on this chapter in terms of who hasn’t fought Deku yet. not to play the Hagakure Traitor Music for the billionth time you guys, but I’M JUST SAYING lol.)

anyway, but the good news is that they all seem to understand that. and the even better news is that we have reached the tier 3 friends!!

“OR ELSE” lol, great to see Shouto wielding his friendship just as aggressively as Deku once did towards him. I do love a good role reversal

p.s., ANTICIPATED DISCOURSE: “why is Shouto being so cruel to Deku can’t he see how hard this is on him”

PREEMPTIVE REBUTTAL: this is a callback to the classic “even heroes cry when they have to” Shouto line from chapter 137. Shouto is clearly following Kacchan’s lead here and going for the more ruthless approach, knowing that the gentle approach isn’t getting through to him (if anything it’s only making him more stubborn as we saw on the previous page). basically it’s his way of pointing out that even heroes are still only human, and so is Deku last time he checked

ah okay, and there Tsuyu is at last

okay real talk, I get why Tsuyu is included in the tier 3 friends, because she was one of the first people to team up with Deku going all the way back to USJ. but that said, this probably would have had more impact if their most recent interaction hadn’t been like 150 chapters ago

but anyway though it’s still a good speech. maybe not quite a cliffhanger-level speech, but a good speech nonetheless. in a way though, I’m glad to see that Horikoshi seemingly didn’t give a fuck whether he ended this on an actual cliffhanger or not for once

and that “headed toward the climax” part has me excited too, ngl. because if we really are getting to the so-called climax this soon, that makes me even more certain that there is indeed a DvK3 in the forecast. so I presume that next week (or I guess two weeks from now) will be the tier 3s along with the remaining tier 2s like Kirishima and Aoyama

and then after that, well... [orange and green banners being hoisted] [sound of screeching airhorns and vuvuzelas in the distance] [sound of All Might approaching in his car which I didn’t notice until I looked back at this page a second time whoops] THE PROPHECY WILL NOT BE DENIED

#bnha 320 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #asui tsuyu #tokoyami fumikage #kaminari denki #todoroki shouto #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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Hollow Knight Telephone Round Two: Babysitter SL

Prompt: Shade (lord) is in the midst of final exams and they’re more stressed and tired than usual while babysitting. They accidentally fall asleep in the middle of a calm spell and the god babies become worried. The next time Shade comes over, all of the god babies present a gift they all made together!

By @minnesotamidian-blog

Shade barely noticed their surroundings as they entered the nursery playroom. Plastic clattered and they sighed as Radiance yelled at the top of her lungs. At least she wasn't screaming. Yet. The scene was set: Unn was still in a crib and chewing on a bar, Root was climbing slowly onto a chair. Radiance was knocking over plastic blocks as Grimm cackled away. For once, Wyrm was playing peacefully with a kick toy, batting at it with his tail. Root got onto the chair and squealed, raising her arms. "Big Root now!" The little blue-eyed godling squeaked out.

Shade picked her up, hugged her to their chest before holding her out. "Now you're a flying Root."

She screamed laughter as Shade tiredly walked her around the room before setting her down near some of her favorite toys. They made sure nobody else had claimed the chair and took a seat, bending over to pick up the fussy moth. "Ancient enemy!" Of course she bit their hand.

Shade winced and just ran a hand over her fluff. "Are you hungry for something that isn't void?" They spoke tiredly.

"Oranges!" She yelled out.

The teen sighed as he went to the mini-fridge with snacks and found some miracle of miracles! pre-peeled oranges. Shade pulled them out and put her in a high chair with one at a time so she wouldn't be tempted to throw the extras at them.

Finals were here and they were really taking it out of the gangly god. Why did they have to know stuff about inorganic chemistry? Why did they have to know about history nobody cared about? There were some fun subjects, but the finals seemed to even suck the fun out of those classes, going over notes and studying everything just in case. They'd been pulling long nights and the night before had been an all-night cram session-and they still had to come to work, they couldn't afford not to. They'd underlined all the stuff the teacher had said was important to remember and had written down stuff from the last finals about each teacher's usual tests.

It made narrowing down what to study from impossible to I'm totally toast. They groaned as they set down a calmer Radiance the opposite side of the room from Wyrm. She found toys that interested her, at least. Root wandered over to Wyrm, who was really into knocking at the kick toy and purring. Root settled nearby and burbled as she hugged and gnawed a plushie.

The teen couldn't help it. The kids were calm for once; their head started to tilt forward, eyes heavy. They were exhausted. Shade's eyes closed and their breathing deepened. At first, their toys were too interesting to notice their babysitter's state; but it didn't take long for Grimm to get bored enough to fly over and notice. "...Shade? Shade's eyes are closed." They landed and the four children not in a crib headed for the batlike godling.

"Is Shade dead?" Wyrm sounded worried.

"Don't be stupid, they're having a nap!" Radiance huffed.

Root looked up and swayed before patting Shade's leg. "Grown-ups don't have nap times." She was tearing up.

"Nuh-uh, they're having bad dreams and it's tasty!" Grimm clamored onto their lap.

The others joined, Radiance grabbing Unn to join them on the sleeping teen. Grimm rested between Shade's horns, Unn was on one shoulder, Radiance on the other, with Root and Wyrm curled up together on Shade's lap, Wyrm purring for once.

When Shade woke up, they were surprised by the weight on their body and forced themself to look down and around before moving. "Uh oh, I fell asleep… sheesh, I'm glad this place isn't a fiery disaster." They picked the godlings up. "You're not dead!" Wyrm exclaimed.

Root burst into tears and even Grimm joined in on the crying spat. Shade sighed and spent the rest of the time comforting them until meal time and settled them down. Time to go home for them all!

But the worry didn't leave the heads of the little godlings. "We should make something for Shade. If they're having nightmares, they might be sad." Radiance sighed. "But that doesn't mean I feel bad for my ancient enemy!" "What do we make?" Root twirled around, slowly turning in place until she fell onto pillows in her dizziness.

"Something of clay! I can burn it dry!" Grimm hopped around.

"But there's no clay." Unn spoke slowly, thoughtfully. "But there's crayons and paper."

"Oooh. We can make a pretty picture for Shade!" Wyrm waved his head happily. The group went for papers and each started to draw on the paper. "You're taking up too much paper!" Wyrm whined. Radiance complained in turn, pointing at the color he was using. "I want that color!"

Wyrm growled and argued back. "I had it first!"

They started rolling around over their drawings, biting and clawing. Grimm gave a solid scream that startled the two. "You ruined Shade's pretty pictures!" He yelled.

The two looked at each other and hung their heads. "...sorry." Radiance muttered. "-'m sorry." Wyrm looked away from the moth, skulking. "Start again? You can have the crayon, Radiance…"

Radiance took the crayon and they all picked up the last piece of paper. "I think this is better." Root spoke cheerfully.

It was three days later, once Shade had a solid night's sleep and finals completed that they'd returned to work. A large construction sheet of paper in grey covered in scribbles and rough names and messages was waiting for them.

Feel better soon Shade

Love you

Best babysitter

Tastiest nightmare!

Not the worst anciant ancient enemy.Shade could only feel warmth and laugh, hugging the drawing to themself. There were some days the job felt like the best thing in the world. ------------------------------- By @tomatotimes

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By @loud-whistling-yes

"No."

The kids protested louder. Shade lifted the TV remote higher up, now above their head.

"Screentime's over, I said no."

Wyrm attempted to crawl up their leg in what was a rather pathetic attempt at stealing the remote, but was promptly shaken off. Grimm tried next, flying overhead to snatch the controller. Shade ducked and grabbed him by the tail before he could send himself flying straight towards the ceiling fan for the third time that day.

"Find something else to do," Shade said as they stuffed the remote deep into their pocket, much to everyone else's dismay. "Look, as much as I'd love to shut you guys up for the whole day, you've all been staring at the TV for hours now and I don't want to get in trouble with your parents."

Louder complaints.

"No, no, no. I am not cracking this time." Shade announced as they pulled Radi, who was hissing like an angry cat, off their jeans and pulled their phone out. "You guys got me last week, never again. No more TV for you, we're doing something else before I lose my money for tonight. Google almighty, what is your suggestion."

activities to do with children

fun activities to do with children

activities to do with toddlers

what can I do with kids that isn't a major headache to deal with goddamnit

Go to the park? Shade took about half a second to consider the thought before wondering why they even thought it was possible anyways. Five kids from the deepest depths of hell, outdoors? No. No park.

Finger painting? A pain to clean up, but better than outdoors. Then they looked up from their phone and considered the idea with greater thought. Grimm's wings, Radi's legs, Unn and Wyrm's… er…. Body?.... Nevermind.

Play pretend? …. If they hear the name Hallownest one more time they might just go insane.

Hide and seek? No. No no no no no. No more hide and seek. Shade was utterly sick of hide and seek. If they had to spend another second stuffed inside the closet or trying to get Radi off the roof they'll probably quit the job right there and then.

Baking?

… That might work. Sure, cleaning up is gonna be absolute hell but it's the only thing Google suggested that they haven't tried yet without horrible results.

Shade stuffed their phone back into their pocket and made a getaway to the kitchen, everyone else following, probably still trying to get the remote back. Butter, eggs, flour, sugar, oh, even some chocolate chips…

"Well then," They declared, pulling every ingredient out of the cabinet and fridge. "We're making cookies! And no, no one is allowed to touch the oven when it's hot. If you guys behave we'll have cookies in like, an hour or something like that."

The kids watched in confusion as Shade ran around the kitchen, pulling out bowls and spoons and a bunch of other utensils while typing furiously on their phone.

Cookies recipe

Cookies recipe easy

Cookies recipe for beginners

Cookies recipe for kids

"What do you guys think about chocolate chip cookies?"

Multiple chitters of approval. "Chocolate chip cookies it is then."

Step one: sieve the flour. Oh wyrm, first step and it's already gonna go to shit.

"Okay, you guys can watch this but for the love of the holy wyrm, do not touch it." Shade measured the correct amount of flour before scooping Wrym and Unn off the floor onto the table so they could see while Radi pulled herself onto the chair. The Lady had already clinged herself onto their sweater and Grimm was doing just fine flying nearby.

“You guys get one chocolate chip each if you guys behave and don’t get flour everywhere.” Shade added. “Now, Lady, hold still and don’t move, I gotta keep my hands steady for this…”

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"Okay, chocolate chip time." Shade popped open the jar of chocolate as the kids cheered. "Actually, we’re not supposed to be eating this plain, cause it's going into the cookies. But no one actually does that so you guys get five chips each for not setting the kitchen on fire so far."

"The recipe says a cup of chocolate chips but we all know that's a lie." They added while shoving their phone back in their pocket and grabbing a handful of chips before mixing the batter together. "I'm probably not someone you should take life lessons from, but here's one thing I can guarantee you should take to heart: never follow the recipe when it comes to chocolate chips, you count that with your soul."

Final step: oven time. The oven was preheated earlier, and the only thing left was to get the cookies into the tray and into the oven. "Now, who wants to make heart-shaped cookies?"

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Three deformed stars, five mutated trees, two malformed cats, several irregular hearts, a couple handfuls of chocolate eaten straight from the jar, and one (1) perfectly round cookie later, the cookies were on the tray, in the oven, and in a surprising turn of events, no one burned themselves… yet. Shade grabbed everyone and made sure no one was in a five-meter radius within the oven before picking up all the dirty bowls and utensils. “Cookies will have to sit in there for about 15 minutes, we’ll be cleaning up in the meantime.”

“Don’t look at me like that, and no whining, if you want cookies you gotta deal with the mess afterwards. That's the payoff, unless you're a wizard who has a passion for baking. Then that's fair, I guess." They dumped all the used utensils they could find and turned on the sink. The sief, three bowls, tablespoons and teaspoons.. Oh wait.

"Radi, the big wooden spoon, please?" Shade called, sponge in their hand and bowls being thoroughly rinsed.

Radi, of course, was not willing to help, because she's basically a feral house cat that just so happened to grow more legs than the average feline. Shade sighed and moved on to finding the next helper they could find.

"Grimm, I know you're touching the oven, stop it. I'm pretty sure you're immune to fire but not everyone else and you're setting a bad example for them. Get me the spoon please."

“Lady, here’s a cloth, help me dry the bowls up. Wyrm, … i have no idea how you can help, no limbs and all but uh, could you go get Unn? I have no idea where she went. Thanks.” The last sentence was to Grimm, who flew over with the mixing spoon and dropped it into the sink while Wyrm scurried away to find Unn, wherever she’s napping at.

"Radi? Radi, I know you're right behind me, stop pretending that you can't hear me. Lady has an extra cloth with her, you're on table wiping duty."

*********

“See? That wasn't so bad,” Shade sent the last of the bowls back into the cupboards and closed it shut. “And the cookies are pretty much done.”

“Also, no. You may not eat the cookies the moment I pull them out of the oven. These rules also apply to Grimm because it's unfair to everyone else.. Don’t look at me like that Grimm, I know you’ll eat them all before they cool and leave us nothing.”

The cookies smelt delicious, and were left on the dining table to cool. “Now that it's cooling down, it's naptime.”

A chorus of groans and wailing.

“It’ll be ready when you guys get up. Up up up, sleep time.”

**********

If you’ve been anywhere near toddlers before, you’d know that getting them to nap in their bedrooms is a near-impossible situation. And Shade was not a person who deals with near-impossible situations well. So following the months old custom, Shade turned on the tv, remote miraculously not pickpocketed, collapsed onto the couch, and waited for everyone piling on them to fall asleep before moving them into their bedroom and pretending they managed to wrangle them all into bed.

And it all goes to plan, the Lady and Wyrm were sound asleep on their lap, Radi and Unn were dozing off on their shoulders, and they're pretty sure the snoring from the top of their head was coming from Grmm. Now, step 2: get everyone off them and onto the beds.

… Or maybe later. It's been a long day, and the couch is pretty comfy. Yeah, just five more minutes, nothing wrong with that…

And if the parents came home to see a cleaner-than-expected kitchen, a tray of chocolate chip cookies, and five kids snoring on top of their babysitter, also sound asleep, then that’s nobody’s business.

And if the originally completely full jar of chocolate chips was pretty much empty, then that’s no one’s business as well.

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By @astronomicartz

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By @hollow-kin

Shade lord wanted to take a nap. They are sooo tired, but they are babysitting 5 baby gods for 5$/H. Grimm is a brat, Radiance his sister is also a brat. Unn was ether eating or seeping, same with grub1. Lady was, well sweet and cuddly. they needed to find a distraction for the kids, what would work?

Would tv work, would cartoons work? They had dinner already. Tv had to work or grub and radiance would destroy the house. They needed to take a nap. Now what to watch was a different question, they would have to ask the kids. “so, what do guys want to watch? “Movie!” well they were all in agreement, what was good. “What kind of movie do you guys want to watch?” “Fire!” “dath” “animal” “tree” “ok. No, we are NOT watching fire.” “awww” “i do not know what dath means so no. So nature show it is then.” they go over to the tv and turn it on, then select the world around us. Lady was quick to fall asleep, on their lap. Shade lord slowly fell asleep, and grub nested between grub and shade lord. Grimm climed up to shade lord's head.

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By @hawaiianbabidoll

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By @neoliberalsatan

A gentle darkness surrounded the shade lord. He finally felt at ease. "finally", he thought, "rest." it didn't take long after that before the darkness started to take shape and a whole new world created out of shadows sheathed him.

But the happiness of the shadows didn't last long. A new and a new sound drowned out their world and all the animals and plants took to hiding back in his head. The shade lord felt the distressed creations stir inside his mind and woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He rubbed his lowest eyes and accepted the call

"Hello, with shade lord. How can i help you?" "Oh sorry dear, i know it's terribly late but we got an unexpected call and need to leave. Since you've babysat Unn multiple times we assumed she would like to stay with you. Is it okay for you? Can we bring her to your place?" The shade lord thought for a moment and decided he could use the money. "Yea it's fine, she's always such a pleasure to babysit." The voice on the other side sounded relieved. "Thank you. You're a life saver. We will make sure you're compensated accordingly."

Feeling a bit more awake after the phone call he started to prepare for having baby Unn over. After a while her parents arrived and after some greetings he was home alone with the baby. He walked with her in his arms towards the living room and placed her gently inside the crib. She opened her eyes for a moment after losing the feeling of someone holding her, but then closed them again and fell back asleep.

The shade lord decided he couldn't sleep anymore and made some popcorn and decided to put on a movie. It didn't even take 20 minutes before he got called again.

"Hello, with shade lord. How can i help you?" "Oh yes finally someone who answers. Sorry but you're our last hope. We were going somewhere tonight but our babysitter called off. Do you think you could babysit our lovely Radiance? She's very good behaved and won't cause you trouble." "yea, no problem. You'll just need to bring her to my place if it's no trouble"

Not even 5 minutes later the parents showed up and dropped of their larva. Shade lord looked at it a bit confused but didn't get the time to say anything because the parents left as soon as they handed her over. He closed his front door and gave the larva a good look. She was white and had a fluffy appearance. She had 5 pairs of legs and yellow-orange eyes. She started to writhe a little bit and shade lord made sure to hurry to the living room. He took a pillow and placed it on the couch and softly laid her on it. She seemed at ease and rested on the pillow all stretched out

Shade lord continued his movie, which was finally starting to get interesting, but as usual the commercial break hit. He was in the kitchen making more popcorn when he got another call.

"Hello, with shade lord. How can i help you?" "Hello, is this the babysitter?" "Yes, that's the one you're speaking with." "Great, a family member had an accident and i need to be there for them so do you think you could babysit for me?" "Yep, totally." "Thank you, can we bring him to you?" "Oh yea, no problem."

A few minutes later his doorbell rang and he hurried towards it. The father carried his toddler in what could only be described as wing-esque appendages. The shade lord extended his arms for the man to put his toddler in and felt a gentle brush of the leathery membrane. He shivered lightly before feeling a sudden warmth light up in his face, like someone has started a fire. When he looked back up the man was gone and he closed the door. The creature he was holding in his arms was unlike anything he had ever seen. 2 horns sprouted from its black head. The face was as bleak as white linen on a summer day. It seems she likes make-up because she had already 2 black lines running from her cheeks towards her eyes, eventually fading into the darkness of her head. She had the same membranes as her father and no limbs besides it.

He wasn’t even in the living room before he heard his front door being was under siege. He put the weird creature down and opened the front door. Immediately he was assaulted by Hollow, a very energetic child. He was wearing a green cloak today and it finally seemed he was starting to grow bigger than a hand. His horns has also branched into the inside. Immediately after Hollow jumped on his he could hear Pale complain about his unprofessional work attitude. Although he was bigger than most it seems he wouldn’t grow much anymore. His tiny stature didn’t discourage him from being bossy. Finally White entered. By far the biggest of the bunch, she was also the most introverted. Her roots slid elegantly over towards him and even managed to stop Pale from talking for a moment.

He took them inside the living room only to find that somehow the larva and the winged creature had somehow gotten into a fight and now both were in hiding in opposite sides of the room. Normally he wouldn’t make such a big deal out of this if somehow his couch wasn’t full of tiny needles and a chair was on fire. He rushed to the tap to fill a bowl of water to extinguish the little fire. With the attention being diverted Hollow managed to slip from the watch of Pale and could now be found in the corner Radiance was hiding. The larva figured out quickly he liked to play games and had soon enough set up a plan to make him betray Pale.

In the meantime White had climbed the couch and started pulling out the needles while Shade lord had figured out what the membrane between the appendages from the weird creature were for. Namely, for flight. And now she was attacking his horns and he couldn’t reach her. As if her flying was not good enough alone, whenever he raised his arms she would back off and launch a little fireball All this commotion woke up baby Unn who slowly started to slither away from her crib to find food.

The shade lord finally had enough of the little fire hazard and rushed towards the pantry to get a kettle. Once he had found it he peeked around the corner only to find that fire hazard eating his popcorn! All caution was thrown aside and he grabbed her by the guts and put her inside the kettle. She tried to heat it but he added some water to it. While it evaporated quickly it was apparently enough to bring over the message. Now he could focus his attention back on the larva again, only she could’ve produced those needles, which White was making great progress with removing them as a quick glance told him.

Now back to Pale and Radiance who were apparently having a fight (Darkness, that larva really has a talent to provoke others). They were arguing near the coffee table, because apparently they wanted a fight so bad they just ran to each other and met in the middle. Hollow was climbing one of the legs of the table, but wasn’t noticed by the shade lord because he was too occupied with the other 2. He tried to separate the arguing pair but they were at each other’s throats. They even had summoned a needle and a tiny dagger to fight each other. The shade lord obviously didn’t count on this tiny factor and had soon enough one in each hand. He screamed, trying not to curse, barely not failing miserably, and Pale managed to escape. In any other situation this wouldn’t pose a problem, but Hollow, after eating some popcorn, found himself at the right edge of the coffee table and pulled out his tiny wooden sword he got from Pale. The larva, Darkness curse her, used this to her advantage and made the sign to Hollow to betray Pale. The act of betraying Pale involved jumping off of the coffee table and hitting Pale as hard on the head as possible. Naturally, all of this went according to plan and even brought some extra spectacle. After Hollow had hit Pale on the head he wasn’t prepared for the recoil of the wood and ended up hitting himself in the face.

All of this lead to 3 crying children (1 of them from laughing, the others from pain) and 1 very angry young adult. He put the larva on the couch and took care of the others while White held a close eye on the damned 10 legged thing. After Pale and Hollow weren’t crying anymore he took the little fire hazard out of the kettle and continued his movie, which was getting to an end.

After the film ended a documentary started and had all the kids hooked. He went to check on Unn only to find an empty crib. He could however see a slimy trail lead up his wall and onto the ceiling. It went through the door into the pantry where he kept his food and toys for the toddlers. He looked up on the ceiling only to find a sleepy Unn with a letter block in her mouth. Suddenly Unn started to make a very weird noise and fell from the ceiling onto his face. He swiped her off of his face onto his shoulder and then washed it.

He returned back to the tv to watch the documentary that was still playing and plopped down on the couch. Not long after he was asleep with White on his left shoulder, Unn on his right shoulder, the little fire hazard on the same arm and Pale curled up in his lap. Radiance and hollow were still awake but occupied with the documentary instead of causing trouble. After the documentary ended they crawled up against his sides and fell asleep.

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By @constantlost

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By @bugbeee

Exhaustion seeped into Shadelord’s body, limbs weighed down by a heaviness they hadn’t experienced in a while. The smatter of godlings that lay around them on the couch, or on them in Radi’s case, was enough to convince them that they had died and that this was the Eternal Void that was created to punish them for cheating on that test in the 8th grade. In their defence, it had been on rock sedimentation.

Wyrm continued his grumbling from the corner of the couch, still infuriated by the attack on his person only moments before. Root, the aggressor, looked remarkably pleased with herself. Shade knew they should probably punish her further in some way but... well, to be perfectly honest, they simply were not paid enough to do so.

They really should have charged more. Fifteen dollars at least per tiny demon they had to look after rather than the whole bunch. Fifteen dollars was not enough to encourage discipline. It was enough for them to make sure none of the godlings killed the other. And they had thought they had come up with an ingenious plan to secure some peace and quiet.

After much wrangling, they had finally managed to set up two separate playpens, each far enough away that the godlings wouldn’t start screaming if one of them saw their rival. Wyrm and Root in one pen, Grimm, Radi and Unn in another. It was a gamble, but one that thankfully seemed to have paid off. Radi was still exhausted from the tussle she had just had with Wyrm, and Grimm seemed content to chew off the heads of the plastic Garbies they had found. Unn continued to watch, and occasionally helped Grimm execute a Garbie in a spectacular manner. It was both reassuring, and beyond disturbing. Root and Wyrm meanwhile were cheerfully ignoring each other as they both played with their own toys.

It should have been foolproof.

Unfortunately for Shade however, they were dealing with infants instead of fools.

For some damned reason, Root had decided that now was the perfect time to act up, instead of being the sweet little darling she had been so far. Her target, much to their dismay, had been Wyrm. In all fairness, the godling had probably deserved it in some way; most likely he had tried to worm too close in order to steal some of the grubpaste and mushroom sticks Shade had left out as a snack. Root had seen this theft as a cardinal sin, and had subsequently decided that Wyrm deserved nothing less than absolute annihilation.

The momentary doze Shade had managed to fall into was abruptly interrupted by loud shrieking and wailing, resulting in them vaulting over the couch to hurriedly find out which one of the godlings was being tortured.

The scene that greeted them was... well, it wasn’t any less ridiculous than some of the other stuff the little goblins had pulled before.

Using her flexible tendrils, Root had seen fit to wrap them around Wyrm, and aggressively dunk him into the bowl of grubpaste he had attempted to steal from. His shrieks and hisses had woken up Radi and drawn the attention of the other children, who were now cheering on Root’s attack on Wyrm’s person.

“Enough,” Shade declared, shooting a glare behind them, “Root, let him go.” Root looked up innocently.

No, she seemed to say with her eyes, justice must prevail.

“Justice won’t get me my fifteen dollars,” they hissed out in return, and they could have sworn that Root shrugged, turning away from them to dunk Wyrm into the bowl yet again.

“No!” they cried out, quickly whipping down to grab the poor child before he could be further humiliated. After finally being saved from his vicious tormentor, Wyrm decided it was time to go into hysterics, lashing out with a sharp tail to fully show his displeasure. Root simply watched impassively as the rest of the children cheered.

Shade wondered if fifteen dollars was even worth it at this point.

“Alright, alright, enough! Root, you go in time out. We do not waterboard our fellow godlings in grubpaste. Wyrm, calm down, it’s just grubpaste- Settle down!” they yelped out, flinching as something heavy settled onto their head. The soft fluff revealed that Radi had decided to fly out of her pen and taunt Wyrm in person. Shade wanted to sob with frustration.

The door cracked open, and Ghost peered in, head tilted curiously.

Need help? they signed, and Shade wanted to collapse in relief.

“Please,” they begged, and their sibling nodded grimly, even as amusement danced in their eyes. Shucking off their school backpack, they quickly headed over to the other pen and signed to them, bobbing their head up and down in a soothing motion. Grimm and Unn were entranced. Radi less so. She remained seated on their head, but at least seemed to have finally stopped provoking Wyrm.

“I’m just going to clean him up,” Shade explained uselessly, watching as Ghost simply nodded and waved them off.

With a tired gait, Shade wandered into the kitchen and turned on the tap, listening as Wyrm’s panicked yelps grew louder at the realisation of what was going to happen next. Radi snickered softly, before leaping off and gliding back into the living room.

Bath time, according to the godlings, was a fate worse than death, and something to be avoided at all cost.

Unfortunately for both Wyrm and Shade, it was a necessary evil. Wyrm disagreed. Loudly. And with claws.

He howled furiously as Shade slowly lowered him into the warm water, softly scrubbing at the now-dried grubpaste sticking to his skin. Despite his attempts, Wyrm failed to prevent them from continuing his bath. He turned to pathetic pleading instead, making soft mewling sounds as though he was nothing more than a poor innocent child who had done nothing wrong, ever.

Shade, who remembered the little bastard knocking a glass ornament onto their head, was not convinced. Ultimately there was no escape, and Wyrm reluctantly gave in to the soft scrubbing, though he made sure his rumbling complaints were known.

“Yes, yes,” Shade said quietly, “I truly am the worst. Close your eyes so I can rinse you.”

Wyrm, in a dumb act of defiance, did not close his eyes. The hysterics started again, and Shade contemplated drowning themself in the half-filled sink. Fifteen dollars, they repeated. Fifteen dollars.

Grabbing a tea towel, they quickly dried the godling off, carefully teasing out water droplets from soft scales. He child gnawed on their fingers in revenge. “I’m done,” they announced, wandering back into the living room with a now clean, and furious, Wyrm.

Ghost looked up from their position on the floor, back leaning against the couch as they played with Grimm. Radi immediately perked up at the sound of Shade’s voice, and quickly flew over, making herself at home on top of their head. Unn seemed to have decided to undertake the momentous task of scaling up the back of the couch, leaving a thick trail of slime behind. Root, still stuck in her pen as punishment, let out a wail, demanding to be let out.

Shade was all out of energy to fight back or deal with a tantrum.

“Alright, alright, out you go,” they muttered, depositing Wyrm on the couch before reaching down to lift out the petulant child from her terrible prison. She clung to them desperately until they finally collapsed on the sofa. She quickly wriggled out of their hold and instead plonked down beside them. Wyrm had hissed at the sight of her, and slunk to the other side of the couch to sulk.

Grimm let out a raspy cackle at the sight, before diving down to nip at Ghost’s fingers.

Unn finally made her way to the top of the couch and waved her eyestalks victoriously. All Shade could do was give her a tired pat.

They sank into the couch, the exhaustion creeping back in. It should have been foolproof.

Fifteen dollars.

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By @arandoskeleartist

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#telephoneknight #hollowknight #hollow knight #BabysitterSL #shade lord #pale king #radiance #nightmare king grimm #unn #white lady

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riacte · 3 years ago

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Dogwarts / 3rd Life Cheat Sheet for MCC 15 Purple Pandas

Ren and Martyn were buddies in Season 1 of the 3rd Life SMP and they are an alliance known as the Renchanting duo/ Kingdom of Dogwarts. Now they’re finally teamed up, and the 3rd Life SMP members have a habit of referring to 3rd Life in MCC. The Ren-Martyn fandom also talks about Dogwarts a lot. If you have no idea what is a Dogwarts and why people love them, no fear! This post will try to explain it in simple terms.

3rd Life SMP is a SMP started by Grian. Season 1 has 14 members (roughly half are hermits, other half are friends of the hermits. You can find the full list in the description of Ren’s 3rd Life videos.) Everyone on the server has three lives— the first life symbolised by green names, second by yellow names, third by red names. If you lose all three lives, you permadie. Green names and yellow names are not allowed to be hostile unless they were attacked first, but the goal of red names is to kill everyone on the server. The three lives are also symbolised by three hearts, like this:

(Fun fact: Because of the green-yellow-red colours, the subtwt for 3rd Life is called traffictwt after traffic lights. The 3rd Life tumblr fandom is occasionally referred to as trafficblr.)

3rd Lifers record every week for three hours at the same time with proximity chat. The server has a small border to encourage interaction. They are eight sessions in total, and they’re all cut into YouTube episodes (no streams!), so it’s fairly bingeable.

So what’s the deal with Martyn and Ren?

Ren decided to set up an enchanting shop during the first session. Martyn was wandering around and having fun scaring people with creeper noises until he came to Ren’s enchanting shop. Martyn then used Ren’s enchanting service without paying (essentially a robbery), but Ren let Martyn go on the condition Martyn would act as a walking free advertisement. Martyn agreed, and they became business partners. Martyn actually coined the name Renchanting and its motto “Don’t be a Dog, be a God”. Ren named Martyn as his “marketing manager” (which sounds a little like Martynmanager).

True to his word, Martyn went around and spread the good news of Renchanting to everyone. Martyn brought business to Renchanting, and when Ren was being threatened by customers (who harassed Ren into lower his prices/ giving out enchantments for free), Martyn acted defensive of Ren and even said Ren was being “bullied”. Ren was being taken advantage of because he was too nice. (Martyn did do some stuff not related to Ren, but since this is a Dogwarts cheat sheet I won’t be mentioning that.)

Then came GoodTimesWithScar. The main “villain” to Renchanting, if you will.

Basically, Scar was playing the role of a cartoon villain. He scammed people out of their armour and possessions, and eventually found his way to Renchanting. At that point, Martyn and Ren were loyal to each other. Scar asked for Ren’s enchanting table. In return, when Scar turned red, he would not kill Ren and Martyn. Ren appeared to be torn, but due to Martyn depending on him and the business, he refused Scar’s offer (“you can’t take the enchanting out of Renchanting!”). Scar also acted condescending to Martyn (Martyn was seen as Ren’s “minion”). So Ren and Martyn were officially on Scar’s kill list, but Ren did not regret it.

At some point, Ren got tired of people walking into his store and stepping all over him, so he built high walls around the Renchanting building. Everyone (including Renchanting themselves) broke through the walls, and this was a running gag. Ren declared himself king by wearing the crown he got from MCC9 Blue Bats.

Note: Ren was kind, and it was the cruel world that forced Ren to be defensive. Other POVs paint them as the villain but Dogwarts enthusiasts will say that is not the case AT ALL.

Time passed. Scar turned red. He and his buddy Grian set up traps at Renchanting, and one blew up Ren and a bunch of other people. Ren, now a yellow name, was furious, but could not get his revenge because yellow names were not allowed to hurt other players. So naturally, Ren decided to become a red.

Ren renamed an axe to “RED WINTER IS COMING” and gave it to Martyn to chop his head off. (There’s some dramatic roleplay here, highly recommend a watch.) Martyn painfully did, and the message “Red Winter is Coming” was shown in the chat, which told everyone that Ren meant business. To test Martyn’s loyalty, Ren told Martyn he could kill him if he wanted to. Ren, freshly respawned and without armour, punched Martyn. Martyn, as a green name, could attack Ren due to Ren attacking first. However, Martyn did not kill Ren, and dramatically declared Ren was the one who showed him life, and thus he would return the favour.

So Ren was known as the Red King (with grey skin, bloodied MCC crown, and a Scottish/pirate accent). Martyn became known as the King’s Hand, and called Ren “my lord” “my liege”. Later, Martyn acquired an outfit with a cloak and a red hand on the back of the cloak, which is now used to symbolise Martyn.

They established the Kingdom of Dogwarts (after Hogwarts and the enchanting/magic gimmick) to find more allies (notable ones include Ethoslab and Skizzleman). Allies could stick a Red Banner in their base to show loyalty, members were called Red Knights / Red Army.

A Red Banner (the design is supposed to be blood dripping down):

Without spoiling too much, Ren and Martyn remained loyal to each other till the very end. They were very dramatic (even jokingly called homoerotic by some lmao) and had many hardcore quotes, and are highly beloved. They are the most dramatic and RP intensive group on the server. So people want Dogwarts, the king and his hand, together again.

A small sample of quotes that might be referenced:

I think going red next week is in my fate. It’s in my cards. There will be blood, for this. A king cannot be king without war. (Ren)

I won’t do it! You took me in when I was a lowly traveller, goin’ across the lands, searchin’ the four corners of this world. I learned that there was nothing in this world for me. Nothing but walls, corners, edges. And you know what? You showed me life. As much as I’ve taken it from you, you gave it back to me in bucket fulls. and I just- I’m with you. This is us now. This is us. (Martyn)

If we're going to survive the Red Winter, we gotta do it together, laddies. Hand in hand. Rotten hand in hand of the living. To the end! (Ren)

It’s just the world versus us. (Martyn)

(Note: Dogwarts refers to the group of people allied with Ren and Martyn, including Etho and Skizzleman. Renchanting duo refers to Ren and Martyn ONLY)

Other references:

Joel notably screamed “THE RED KING DIES TONIGHT, FELLAS!” with a crowd of wolves following him

Dogwarts killed Grian and Scar’s llama Pizza because Scar stole a Red Banner

Jimmy and Scott were flower husbands. Jimmy thought Renchanting was going to sacrifice Scott.

Everyone else in MCC (Grian, Scott, Jimmy, Joel) were enemies with Dogwarts

The 3rd Lifers reference 3rd Life a lot despite it being over. Martyn even fought for Dogwarts in MCC14 and MCCP but failed. Haha.

The fandom commonly refers to Purple15 as King (Ren), Queen (False), Ace (Illumina), and Joker/Hand (Martyn) after playing cards.

This is it, I am tired, this is probably too long but I feel I skipped a lot of details. If anyone has anything to add or correct, feel free to do so. Also, I’m pretty certain this won’t appear in the tags, so please reblog! Thank you, and Red Winter is Coming.

(I might add a reblog detailing False’s very much fanon involvement in Dogwarts, and why everyone was so hyped for Renchanting + False.)

#3rd life smp #3rdlifesmp #mcyt #mcc #purple pandas #falsesymmetry #rendog #illuminahd #inthelittlewood #ria.txt #dogwarts #renchanting #long post #pls rb im sure this isnt in the tags lol

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hangovercurse · 4 years ago

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The Things We Can’t Tell Pete About

Pete invites you to meet his friends from The Dirt and makes you promise not to flirt with any of them, which is a lot easier said than done, especially when Colson Baker acts like that.

Request: “Hey so I love all your writing and I just thought you should know that! But also I’d your requests are on still would you mind writing a youre Pete’s little sister but kells got a crush xx”

Colson x reader

Warnings: Drug use, Cursing

A/N: I know, Dom (Yungblud) wrote the song, but also I am the writer and I say that Y/N wrote it :) Anyways, enjoy. This is only part 1 of what is probably going to be a fun, cute lil series. Also thank you to the anon who sent this! You made my day(s)

Word Count: 2411

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New York was lonely without your brother. He had been filming in New Orleans for the past three months, leaving you alone. You had some friends, but Pete was your best friend. You were only eight months younger than him and practically attached at the hip. You supposed going through trauma together would do that to people.

He facetimed you all the time from set, updating you on things in his life, showing you cool stuff from the set, and introducing you to his castmates. You had kept him updated on your music, playing him demos of songs you were writing and getting his opinion on them.

Him being away wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it definitely sucked for you. So, when Pete texted you that he was having a few friends from the movie over the night he got back, you were ecstatic.

Before you left your apartment to walk to his, he texted you.

You’re not allowed to flirt with any of my friends

You rolled your eyes as you locked your door, preparing a response.

I’ll try my best

Your phone buzzed seconds later.

I’m serious. I don’t trust any of them with you.

And I don’t need that kind of awkwardness in my life

Like if you date one of my friends and it goes badly

I don’t wanna deal with that shit

You chuckled at his chain of texts.

Don’t flirt with your friends because they’re dicks, got it

Don’t worry bro, I know the sibling code

You came to find out that that was a lot easier said than done. When you walked into his place, everyone in the room turned to look at you. You recognized most of them from your facetimes with Pete, but you doubted they remembered who you were. One who did remember you was Colson, Pete’s new best friend. He made eye contact with you from across the room, a sly grin on his lips. You sent him a small smile, Pete’s text running through your head briefly.

You found your brother lounging on the couch, a huge grin on his face. He was definitely tripping on mushrooms. “Y/N!” He yelled. “This is my baby sister, everyone.”

You rolled your eyes, walking further into the room, grabbing a drink from the cooler, and taking an empty seat on the opposite couch. “I’m less than a year younger than you, Pete.”

You heard a snicker from the one of the guys, looking over to see Colson covering up the smile on his face. “But you’re still younger than me so it counts.”

Everyone went back to their own conversations, which you were thankful for. “Y/N, you remember Colson, right?” Pete motioned to the blond guy.

“Yeah.” You nodded, looking him up and down. His muscle tank exposed the sleeves of tattoos, which seemed to cover every inch of his skin. “Your hair was different, but yeah I remember you.” You opened the beer on the coffee table, taking a swig.

“You’re the musician, right?” He asked you, leaning back onto the couch.

You nodded, “Aspiring musician but, yeah.”

“Oh, she’s great. You should hear her sometime.” Pete butted in, grinning like an idiot at you.

You rolled your eyes but had a smile on your face. “I work primarily as a songwriter and editor right now, but I’m trying to work on putting out some of my own stuff.”

You felt a little intimidated talking to Machine Gun Kelly about music, seeing as he was one of the best in the industry, but he seemed to be genuinely interested in your work. “Well, if you ever want some help or someone to listen to it, I’d be willing.” He flashed a smile, his bright blue eyes sparkling.

“Thanks, that’s really cool of you.” You bit your lip slightly, trying to hide the fact that you were totally breaking Pete’s rule.

Pete sent a glare your way to which you raised your eyebrow. You weren’t really flirting; you were just… making connections. “Anyways,” he cleared his throat, “I’ve been working on this sketch idea, Y/N, and I need your opinion.”

You nodded, letting him talk. “So, I was thinking like, there’s this guy with posters all over his wall. Like life size posters of a bunch of different people. And he falls asleep while doing homework and he dreams about them coming to life. And it plays out like one of those really bad commercials that encourage kids to stay in school and shit. Like the posters are telling him to study for his test, but then there’s this one poster that’s like, very sexy. And she’s just like, talking about hot dogs and everyone else gets really sick of it and one of the other posters tries to like, tear down her poster or something.”

Throughout his description, you got more and more confused. “Pete, that’s not funny that’s just fuckin weird.” His mouth hung open in shock. “Dude, seriously? The big punchline is the playboy poster girl talking about hot dogs until the other poster people get tired of it?”

“Yes.” Pete said, as if it were obvious. “That’s hilarious.” You glanced at Colson with a questioning look on your face. He seemed as unsure of the joke as you were.

“Pete, man, that’s not your best work.” Colson clapped him on the shoulder and you giggled at Pete’s disappointed expression.

“You guys are mean.” He pouted and you two laughed. “Ok, well, how would you make it funny?”

“I don’t know if you can, bro.” Colson’s laugh was contagious. When he laughed his whole body shook, his feet stomping and everything.

“What are the other posters?” You asked, trying to be supportive but knowing this wouldn’t turn out very good.

“Well, I was thinking maybe one is like a video game character. Like that lady from Wreck-It-Ralph. The mean one. And then like a snowboarder who is definitely high, and someone else, I dunno.” He shrugged, taking a hit from the joint in his hand and passing it to you.

“Okay…” You trailed off, looking at Colson for support. You brought the blunt to your lips, inhaling the smoke and bringing it down, letting the smoke leave your mouth slowly. You passed the joint to Colson, who gladly took it, a smirk on his face.

Pete looked between you two at the small interaction, a frown. “So, the posters,” he brought your attention away from the man again, “they’re all really serious about teaching this dude math. But the hotdog girl just keeps talking about hot dogs in like this really high-pitched voice.”

You watched the smoke fall from Colson’s lips, not fully paying attention to your brother.

“Yeah man, I think that sounds funny.” Colson told Pete, his eyes lingering on you for a little longer than they should have. “It could use some work but if anyone can make it funny, it’s you.” Colson punched your brother on the shoulder, but the look he sent you said the exact opposite.

You held in your giggle, taking another sip of your beer.

The rest of the night followed a similar pattern, you and Colson flirting and Pete trying to get in between you two. At one point, after a few more hits of weed and a couple more drinks, Colson brought out a guitar, insisting you play something for him. Where he got the guitar from, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask questions. Instead, you rolled your eyes, insisting that “if I have to play something, so do you.”

Everyone was too caught up in their own conversations to care about the noise, or too drunk. You started strumming, trying to remember the chords to a song you had started writing a few days ago. “There’s no lyrics yet, just a melody I came up with.” You blushed, feeling very self-conscious suddenly.

“Guess I’ll just free style to it then.” He chuckled as you started to strum, your fingers working the strings like they had your whole life.

The blond man closed his eyes, head nodding as you played and thinking of what to rap.

“Watch me, take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night. Catch me, I’m the one on the run away from the headlights.

No sleep, up all week wastin time with people I don’t like. I think, somethin’s fuckin wrong with me.

You smiled as he sang, watching his expressions change as he tried to think up the next line.

Drown myself in alcohol, that shit never helps at all

I might say some stupid things tonight when you pick up this call

I be hearin silence on the other side for way to long, I can taste it on my tongue, I can tell that somethin’s wrong.”

He opened his eyes, looking rather proud of himself. “I had some of those lyrics already, but I just changed ‘em a little. I really liked that.”

You nodded, “That was impressive.” You smiled, looking back down to the guitar when something hit you.

You began to play the same melody but pitched higher to fit your voice.

“Roll me up, and smoke me love

And we could fly into the night

You take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own

Take drugs, on gravestones, to figure it all out on your own.”

You looked up to Colson, watching his expression change, his eyes wide. Pete had a proud look on his face.

“Pete, you are a sucky hype man. You did her no justice.” Colson hit Pete on the arm.

“Whaddya mean, I told you she was great.”

Colson looked over to you, a stupid smile on his face. “Seriously, that was fucking amazing. Like, we gotta write that shit out some day.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop the blush from reaching your cheeks. “Yeah, that’d be cool.” You were trying your best to keep your cool as Colson kept his gaze on you, but you were completely freaking out on the inside.

A little while later, almost everyone was gone except you, Pete, Colson, and Douglas Booth, who joined your conversation not long after your jam session. Pete let out a yawn, directing your attention to the time.

“Jesus, it’s already 4am?” You asked, a frown on your face.

“Why, you got somewhere to be, darling?” Douglas asked you, your face scrunching up from the nickname.

“I have a writing session at 11 am tomorrow. Or, today, I guess.”

Pete reached out to hit you in the head, playfully, which you dodged. “Go to bed, dummy.”

You shrugged, “I’m gonna be dead at it anyways, might as well keep the party going a little longer.”

Douglas rolled his eyes, patting your shoulder. “Be that as it may, I am ending this party and going home. Goodnight, guys. It was nice meeting you again, Y/N. Good to see you guys.” Douglas and the guys did that little hand slap and hug thing before he left.

“I love you both, but I will also be going to sleep. And you should too.” Pete stood up, stretching his arms out before giving Colson a fist bump and leaving to his bedroom.

Once your older brother left, Colson moved to the couch you were on, his arm falling over your shoulders. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “And how can I help you Mr. Kelly?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m assuming Pete gave us both very similar talking to’s, given the glares you’ve been receiving all night.”

“You mean the “don’t flirt with my friends” talking to or the other one?” You tilted your head, a sly look on your face.

“That’s the one.” Colson laughed through his nose, an adorable smile on his face. You were both considerably high, but you still knew exactly what you were doing.

You moved closer to Colson’s body, “Well then I guess we’d better not do this.” You said quietly, leaning into him. “Or this,” You grabbed his jaw, inches from his face.

“Or this?” He whispered, connecting your lips. You smiled into the kiss, tasting the weed on his tongue. You adjusted your body so you were facing him, his arm that was once around your shoulder now wrapped around your waist.

His other hand grabbed your leg, pulling you up so you were straddling his lap, and your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips seemed to fit perfectly around yours, and you did all you could to keep yourself from moaning into the kiss as his hand began to travel up your leg.

Realization hit you like a brick wall, and you pulled away, your breathing heavy. “Sorry,” you muttered after a few seconds. You climbed off his lap, smoothing out your shirt. “We shouldn’t do that. I shouldn’t have done that.” You smiled awkwardly down at him.

He nodded, the same realization hitting him. “Yeah, that’s not the best idea. Sorry I wasn’t really thinking.”

You shook your head, cheeks still very red. “No, no, no don’t apologize. It was fine, it’s all fine.”

He nodded, looking down awkwardly. “I should get going.” He stood up, landing a little too close to you.

“Why don’t you just sleep here? Pete won’t mind and it’s a lot easier than going home.” You bit your lip awkwardly, taking a few steps back.

Colson scratched the back of his neck. This was a very different demeanor than he had before, and you found it very cute. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I’ll get you some blankets and pillows.” You moved towards the guest bedroom, a guilty smile on your face. You moved your hand to your lips, feeling where Colson’s lips had graced you minutes before.

You came back to find Colson laying on the couch, one hand behind his head. “We don’t have to tell Pete about that, right?”

You shook your head, a small smile still playing on your lips. You put the pillow behind his head, watching his eyes as he watched your lips. “Stop looking at me like that or I’ll do something else we can’t tell Pete about.” You said quietly, watching him grin. You pulled the blanket over him, leaning down to be level with his face.

“I kind of like the things we can’t tell Pete about.” Colson chuckled, leaning forward to connect your lips again.

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