#when I saw him and Ayo I screamed though

[thatsouthernstate]

Andrew Scott with Julia Garner, Arian Moayed, Barry Keoghan, Kaia Gerber, and Ayo Edebiri

W Magazine’s Best Performances Party at the Chateau Marmont — January 5, 2024. Photographs by Saskia Lawaks and Roger Kisby.

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Hello, this is 🦈 anon ◉⁠‿⁠◉. Um.. if you still open request, please can i have TF 141 together x F! Reader who has high (possibly extreme) pain tolerance that whenever reader's injured, she almost doesn't react or show she's in pain. When TF 141 found this new information, they couldn't be not worried because what do you mean you don't feel anything while bleeding heavily, sweetheart?

TLDR: "Ayo yer bleeding?!", "Uh, um..yeah, should I scream?"

hello 🦈 anon!!! nice to see you again :D ty for the request!! I hope u would like this one since I think it was sweet :) have a nice day/night!

word count: 2.3k

ship: TF141*F!Reader

tw: pet names (love etc.)

The first time they found out was on a mission.

The explosion made you fly and hit hard on the wall, you could hear Soap yelling at you.

“Yer okay, lassie?!” You brushed away the dust, Soap running over and checking on you, blue eyes full of concern.

“Yeah, alright.” Standing up from the wreckage, you simply responded to him. Though Soap doubted if you were truly fine under that big impact, but your face didn’t express thoughts other than focusing on the mission, so he just nodded and signaled to keep going.

The rest of the mission succeeded without any incidents. Price, Ghost, and Gaz are already waiting at the exfil place. Through the smoke and deafening sound of the helo, they saw you and Soap walking towards them.

“Y’all okay?” Hadn’t gotten close to the helicopter, Gaz already run towards you two, relief was obvious on his face when he didn’t see any injuries by a quick scan, but then Ghost came over too.

“Wait, your shoulder.” He pointed at your shoulder, leading everyone’s gaze to land on it, including yourself.

“oh... looks like it’s dislocated.” You evaluated.

“What do you mean ‘oh’?! don’t you feel any pain?!” Soap yelled at your words. His hands try to inspect your shoulder, but afraid to trigger the pain.

“I don’t think it’s a big deal, just...”

You put your hand on the shoulder, and with a loud CRACK, which made Gaz jump and Soap gaped, even Ghost’s eyes widened at your sudden motion.

“I think it’s fixed now.” You looked around at your teammates, confusion clouded your mind “Ummm... is there any problem?”

“You...” Ghost stuttered, but he regained his composure fast. “doesn’t that hurt?”

“Well, I don’t know what you mean, LT.” You shrugged, “But actually, I feel a little bit dizzy...”

Just at the moment you finished your sentence, the dizziness became more severe, and your vision started growing blurry...

“Oi! Call the medic!” Catching your slumped body, Ghost yelled at the sergeants, but the last thing you hear is Soap reassuring you and Gaz calling for help.

So quiet... Where am I?

You thought as you slowly opened your eyes, what came in your eyes first was the stainless white ceiling, and a low voice coming from aside.

“you awake, sergeant?”

Turning your head, your eyes met with the man’s ocean-like ones, who sitting on the chair beside and holding some papers.

“Captain.” The whisper slipped out when you recognized him

“I guess you don’t know you were seriously injured, love.”

“What happened?”

“The explosion.” Price leaned closer to the bed now “The impact caused your bone fractured and slowly internal bleeding. We have no idea how you were able to walk to the exfil and looked like nothing happened.”

“I didn’t feel any pain, so I assumed I was okay.” you avoided his attention when Price raised his eyebrows. You knew he was worried and it kind of made you guilty.

“since I was young I rarely feel pain, so...” staring at the catheter of your IV drip, you mumbled quietly.

Price didn’t reply, he just stared at the paper written with your injuries and health state.

The room fell into silence for a while, before you open your mouth again.

“Sorry, Captain...” You murmured, still don’t dare to look at him.

The man let out a long sigh, you snapped your head up when you felt your hands were covered by Price’s.

It’s warm, soothing, calming down your still hazy but full of thoughts mind.

“You should be sorry, dear.” He rubbed your hand in a repeated rhythm. “You make us worried. Me, and the boys...” he pointed his chin at the bedside desk, and you finally notice the flowers and your favorite snacks are placed on it.

“We’ll keep an eye on you every time the mission is complete, since you can’t feel pain, this is not a request, it’ s a command, got it, soldier?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” The composed grin eventually appeared on his face, and you smiled too when he ruffled your hair.

“Sleepy?” His comforting voice rings against your ears when you let out a big yawn.

“mmhmm.”

“Then sleep, Gaz will be here when you wake up.”

Price watched your eyelids struggle to stay open but failed, little snores leaving you when you fell drifted into dreams again.

What you didn’t know is he brushed off the hair on your face and placed a tender kiss on your serene face.

Weeks after, to your happiness, you could go back to your own quarter and start hitting the training room for some simple practice.

Except there was someone who insisted on following you every time when you went to the training room, even if you tried to sneak into the room, he was always there as if he knew your plan.

“Soap.” You sighed at the man sitting on the bench spotting you.

“Aye, lassie?”

“I’m okay, really.”

“I don’t trust ye anymore. I should check it mahself.”

You understood why he was acting like this. Price told you Soap had been blaming himself for not finding that you were injured in that mission until your body gave up due to blood loss.

“I’m just doing some easy weightlifting now, I won’t pass out just because of this okay?”

You concentrated on his figure as he strode to your side. You chuckled when he still looked at you with doubtful eyes.

“How ‘bout you spar with me? Go easy on me though, the doctor said I still haven’t recovered fully.”

“You sure yer okay?”

“You’re like my mother now, Soapy.”

“Aye, 'cause we got a naughty kid in our team.” He laughed. “If I think you should stop, then ye stop, aye?”

“Yes, mama.”

You both burst into laughter and stepped on the training mat. Soap really went easy with his attack, unlike the usual training with the tension as if you two were about to devour each other.

“Oh!” When Soap swung out a punch, you abruptly lowered your body, and with a swipe of your leg, Soap fell onto the mat, followed by you sitting on him and securing his hands.

“Checkmate...? Soap.” You smirk at the man lying under you.

“Won’t complain if I was lost to you, but.” he huffed out a laugh, but your world spun the next second, and you met your gaze with the man now on top of you, his eyes glinting with mischievous.

“It’s a tie now, bonnie.” He flashed out a dazzling smile at you.

“Okay okay, it’s a tie now.”

A lazy grin spread along your lips when you poke at his chest.

“How about we go get some lunch together, handsome?

“Aye, ma'am.”

“The bones and the wound have healed very well, can say you are the most well-behaved patient in your team.”

The doctor smiled at you, and you turned to shoot a glimpse at Gaz, only to find his face written with embarrassment.

“What did he do last time you treat him, doctor?”

“oh, I forbid him to go training, but he still went and tore his knuckles, so he came back and stitched them again, making me call Captain Price to scold him.”

“Sorry, he’s a dumbass.”

“All of you guys are stubborn, sometimes I really want to tie you to the bed.” The doctor grinned “Well, since you’re fully recovered, you can go back to train and go on missions. Remember to be careful next time, don’t come back too soon, okay?”

“I will, Thank you, doc.”

Returning the smile, you and Gaz stepped out of the infirmary.

“I can’t wait to have you back next mission, need ya to bear Soap’s nonsense and Lt.’s bad jokes with me.” Walking beside you, Gaz sounded excited, and it’s hard not to be affected by his warmth.

“Need a helper to deal with those troublemakers?”

“That’s one reason.” He chuckled “Actually...”

“We all missed you.”

You halted to a stop when his words flowed into your ears with a bit of sadness.

Now face to face with him, you were able to see the concern on his face.

“You didn’t know when you just passed out without any warning, I felt like my heart almost shattered.”

It was close to midnight, so no one was nearby, and his words were gentle yet distinct, echoing softly in your mind.

“Not just, me, Ghost, Soap, Captain... we all are scared, you know?”

“We thought we lost you.”

You opened your mouth, mind still processing, managing to find a word, but nothing came out except an apology.

“Sorry, Kyle...”

The dusk light showered you two in an awkward peace, but it didn’t affect the sentiment Gaz conveyed to you.

“Just be careful, okay? You should tell us that you can barely feel pain, so we can help you check out, alright?”

“Okay.”

Giving your hands a little squeeze, Gaz accompanied you back to your quarter.

“We’re more than a team, more than family, we’ll always watch your back, just like you always do.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Tilting your head, your lips curled mildly. “Goodnight, Gaz.”

The honey-like smile inched towards you until you felt his soft lips pressed a kiss on your cheek.

“Goodnight, lovie.”

Your first mission after months ended smoothly. You were glad that you didn’t become rusty after the long rest, seemed like the practice and training with Soap and Gaz were worth it.

Soap and Gaz were chatting loudly, while Price sat in front and was checking details regarding the mission. You listened to the boys bantering, sometimes quipped back when their target turned to you, but you could feel someone observing you, and you tried to ignore the chill sending through your spine.

Because you knew it was Ghost, sitting just across you and scanning you like a robot.

You silently wished to arrive at the base faster, so you could ask him what was wrong or if you had done something incorrectly.

Under his scrutinizing gaze, you let out a sigh of relief when you jump off the helo. Got rid of the gear and placing them back in their place, you straightly head back to your quarter, craving some hot shower to wash off the soreness and dirt.

On your way back to the quarter, you could hear footsteps following you, almost imperceptibly, but you noticed and immediately went to a stop.

“LT.?”

Your LT. loomed just right behind you, seeming not surprised that you were aware of him, or maybe that was just what he was planning.

He hummed at your recognition but didn’t stop his steps, until he was side by side with you.

“I’m just about to ask you, did I do something wrong? You kept staring at me when we were heading back.”

“You did it pretty well.”

“Then why did you...?”

“You’ll know when you get into your room.”

He placed his right hand on the small of your back, ushering you to your room, and you just obliged, letting him lead you.

Closing the door behind you and Ghost, you turned around to face the man now with his balaclava on.

“So what’s the issue?”

“Clothes, off.” The command came out from him unexpectedly.

“What—“

“I said clothes, off.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, what the fuck does he want? you thought while kicking off your cargo pants and tossing your shirt on the chair, leaving only the sports bra and underwear with you.

“What now?”

Ghost didn’t form a word as his eyes traveled from your head, slowly through every inch of your body, under his meticulous search, you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

“turn around.” You did as he told, and now you were unable to see him, anxiety crawling to your mind until he finally stood up.

His calloused hands touched your shoulder, circling you to face him.

“Can you tell me what you’re doing now?” You asked when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Checking.”

“If I’m injured?”

“yeah.”

“Oh god” You poke his pec with a frown “you all are overreacting. I’m okay, really. Don’t you guys trust me?”

“We trust your ability, but not your ability to tolerate pain.”

“I’m fi—“

“We can’t lose you.”

Your eyes widened at his words. Ghost was looking into your eyes. He might be good at concealing his emotions, but they said, a person’s eyes can’t lie.

and all you see is sorrow, love, consideration.

All the retorts were swallowed back when his eyes conveyed how important you were to him — to them. You studied the man towering over you, tracing his scars and wrinkles in your mind.

“Thank you, Ghost.” You pulled him into a hug, which he didn’t back off, instead melting in your arms, head burying in the crook of your neck. “I will be careful, okay? I will tell you if I got hit and not sure if I was injured.”

He nodded while staying in your embrace, and you just patted his head.

“Now, I need to shower” Pulling back, a smile bloomed on your face “See you tomorrow, LT.”

“Don’t oversleep again, sergeant.” He scoffed, but petted you before letting you go to shower.

When you came out, with relaxed muscles and fresh clothes, you jumped onto your bed, but something on your desk caught your attention.

Picking it up, you shook your head in disbelief.

“Fuck you, Ghost, I already brushed my teeth.”

grumbling to yourself, you still opened the snack—your favorite one— and gave it a huge bite, while snickering at the paper placed under the snack.

‘Goodnight, luv. (remember to brush your bloody teeth again.)’ — Ghost

next chapter

[obese4haechan]

The After Party.

pairings: fratboy!haechan x shy!reader

genre: smut a bit of fluff <3

warnings: reader smokes weed and drinks alcohol with haechan, protected sex! haechan and the reader are basically both switches.

wc: 2800-2700 ish

note: THE NEW AYO TEASER PHOTOS literally sparked an idea in my brain. FRAT LMFAO. some songs i'd recommend while reading are Her way by PartyNextDoor, Wine Pon You Doja Cat, and Slow Down Bobby V. i hope u enjoy it! 🫶🏽

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You were so damn sick of studying, college genuinely was not what you were expecting growing up but you learned to adjust to the environment. Constant all nighters, having no money, horrible teachers, and the drug deals around campus. Not to mention the cliques, you thought cliques would be left alone in high school but god it's almost as if it had gotten worse. One of the worst being the frats, you couldn't put into words how much you hated all 9 of those boys. They were just so icky and annoying though you've never gotten to know them, you figured distance was best. Half of the girls around campus had already been knocked up or at least in some sort of relationship with one of them, you'd often hear gossip about the boys in the bathroom from girls who couldn't notice your presence. And of course even your roommate's (which were your best friends) were so damn obsessed with them, "Cmon y/n, you gotta find at least one of em cute?" your best friend Imani groaned. Imani was on the cheer team not necessarily apart of any clique's just very known, so obviously she'd spoken to the boys before. "Shit if she doesn't I do." the other girl laughed, "Well I mean.. HOW I COULD I NOT.. it's just they're so corny.." you stuttered as the girls smirked at you. "What?" you said confused. "You definitely are feeling one of them." Imani snickered, "So who?" You couldn't think of his name off the top of your head, "You know... the one with the moles and babyface." you asked. "OH MY GOD Y/N." Imani snorted, "What?" you yelled smiling. both girls fell over on the loveseat stomachs hurting from laughter, Imani gained her strength and sat up "You like Donghyuck."

Donghyuck. his name was Donghyuck, during class you honestly couldn't get your mind off of him. "I mean i've never heard any girls talking about how good his sex was" you thought to yourself. He really was cute, every time you saw him he was either smiling, cracking jokes, or keeping to himself. "Y/n? answer for number seven?" you had snapped out of your daydream, "W-w Huh?" your professor glared at you, you could've sworn this man hated you or could just tell when you were most vulnerable. You had a high C in his class but he honestly sucked at teaching and you'd never blame yourself over a shitty teacher. "I said could you give me the answer to number seven." you immediately sat up staring at the projector screen "Uhm.." you knitted your eyebrows and squinted your eyes "x/4 sir." you heard a voice behind you speak "Thank you young man looks like y/n's mind is a bit scrambled." your professor joked, you didn't laugh at all in fact it was humiliating.

The bell rung and you nearly sprinted out of class "Hey!" someone screamed, the school was so damn loud you didn't even think about anyone calling for you. There were definitely FAST footsteps behind you so you instinctively turned around and you were met with the Donghyuck that was in your head all period. "How didn't I know he was in my class? I mean there are at least over one hundred students but." you thought, "Oh uhm.. I just wanna say thank you for that back there." He was thanking you? "Why?" you asked. "I mean number seven was the only one I had even tried to do and he's been on my case this entire unit, you saved my ass more than you know to be honest." he smiled keeping the strongest eye contact, you were trying so hard to keep calm, not get flustered, don't smile. "Oh it's okay really thank yo-" a group of eight boys came marching up behind the boy, he turned around was and then back to you "You can call me Hyuck." he smiled. "Haechan's finally getting game it looks like?" one of the tall boys said, "Haechan? who's Haechan?" you asked. "Well Haechan is the one you were just talking to pretty, and i'm Yuta." you flinched at the nickname, "Well yeah that's so awesome i'll get going!" you said ironically, trying to get away any moment you could before Imani caught you talking to the men you despised. "W-wait." Haechan stuttered following you, you turned around "Do you think you could come to our house party tonight?" he asked. You honestly thought about it, drinks, fun music and maybe weed. You honestly needed a distraction and a house party sounded good. "Before you give me an excuse there's no homework until next week even if there is lemme do it for you, cmon love." Haechan stuck his hands into his pockets tilting his head to the side. God he was doing things to you, "Well I guess so i'd have to ask my friend.. if you don't mind her coming." you held eye contact with him as long as you could, "Deal." he smirked, "Don't worry about the address I promise you'll know where it is." Haechan said walking backwards with his hands still in those stupid pockets, he still was just so corny.

"So you're telling me he invited you to a party?" Imani shouted outside of the dorm, "God yes shout a little louder.." you groaned "Sorry... but ARE YOU GOING?" she screamed once inside the dorm. "Yes... I am, I asked if i could bring you as well and he said yeah." you said slipping out of your Ugg boots "Girl we literally have to get ready right now." Imani ran to her side of the room, "Whyyyyy.. I'm so tired." you said as you jumped onto the bed. "Get your tired ass up y/n I literally need to be intoxicated." Imani grabbed something skimpy out of her closet. "So you're gonna go looking like that and all you wanna do is drink or smoke?" you laughed as you got up. Imani always knew how to dress and do her makeup well for the occasion, she was kinda god sent. "I meannnnn that one named Johnny really is cute, i've spoken to him a couple times i'd say we're associates he's a sweetheart." Imani blushed, "Oh please don't break a sweat we have to get dressed." you rolled your eyes. "Y/n bitch DONT."

You and imani had took an Uber to the house it wasn't very packed just yet, a few cars and music already jumping. You two walked inside arm to arm, there they were. All of the boys were on the couch "Imaniii!" Johny yelled at as he got up to hug her. "Associates my ass." you thought, and then you saw him sat on the couch legs spread hand placed on his thigh which was covered by his white jeans he was deep into his phone until more guests came and he looked up to catch you staring at him. "Heyyy!! it's the pretty girl from my chem class, c'mere." Haechan said patting against the spot beside him, you walked over and sat down you were both so close as you sat next to the arm of the couch. "Hi." you spoke a bit quietly intimidated with how close you two were, "You comfortable?" Haechan asked putting his phone down and giving you undivided attention. "Mhm.. my name's Y/n by the way." you smiled to him, "Oh I know." Haechan smirked. "How? I never even told you." you questioned, "I have my ways." he cockily said. "Mhm sure." you laughed, "Do you want something to drink?" Haechan asked as he sat up "Yeah yeah anything with alcohol please." you smiled looking up into his eyes "You're so cute." he said before walking away. You will admit that you had butterflies definitely he looked so damn good nevertheless he smells amazing as well. You looked around for Imani when you saw she was already touching all over Johnny, "Shes about to have sex within the first hour.. shes not even drunk yet." you thought to yourself giggling out loud. Haechan came back with your drinks before he sipped his you asked to take his instead, naturally he didn't hesitate. "Already wanting to drink my things we aren't even together yet." he teased "Yours just looks better." you teased back. Maybe this was flirting I mean anything he did had an effect on you, when he looked deep into your eyes it made you feel so good you wanted to always feel like that.

The alcohol had begun to kick in you asked Haechan if any of the boys had weed and if he smoked, he answered yes to both. Imani had completely disappeared with Johnny you assumed she was probably fucking him by now or took off somewhere, but you knew to text her. After Haechan got some you asked if you two could smoke upstairs away from the noise, he agreed. You both walked into a bedroom as Haechan closed the door behind you two, He began to roll up. "You ready y/n?" he sat beside you taking out a lighter, you nodded your head as Haechan took the first drag. He coughed and cursed after inhaling the drug he was so adorable, he gave you the joint as you began to smoke it as well. "Hm, no coughing you must be a pro?" Haechan teased "No no no.. not at all, just really needed this thank you." you giggled as you hiccuped "You know when you couldn't answer that question in class.. I was so relieved." he said taking a long slow hit. "Hmm why?" you asked in confusion, he scooted so close the both of your legs were touching "I'd been wanting you for the longest time." he calmly said handing you the blunt "What?" you coughed, the first time you coughed ever since you two had been in this room Haechan laughed at that. "What do you mean what? I said what I said." You were so close you could see the pores in his skin, "I- i just wasn't expecting that out of you, you seem like the innocent one out of all your friends.." you teased "Innocent? I haven't even done anything to you yet." he inched a bit closer to you. "Yet, you think im that easy Donghyuck?" you whispered taking another hit, "Easy? no. Attracted to me? yes." he whispered back. Haechan took the blunt out of your hand staring at you, the tension was enough to make you go absolutely insane.

"If you're not so easy let me shotgun you." He said with knitted brows, you honestly started to blush you've never been shotgunned before whenever you smoked it was with your best friends. "Are you too scared?" he asked, "Of course not.." you quickly said. "Alright love." he said as he took a long hit, then flicking the blunt out of his hand he grabbed your face and put his lips onto yours. He was holding his breath for so long he began to moan into your mouth. Smoke going down your throat and out of your nose, Your hands began to travel lower down his body. You didn't even stop kissing him until he pulled his shirt off, his skin was so warm and soft. He moaned and whined into your mouth as you moved against his crotch. "Something told me you'd be a tease." he whined, you put your mouth against his neck kissing and sucking onto the skin the way he jerked up you assumed it was a sensitive spot of his. You sucked on his neck leaving marks as you dry humped his crotch, once you sucked his neck leaving wet spot's you'd blow cold air onto it. "Fuck Y/n.. I really can't take this" Haechan said, "What do you mea-" he cut you off as you were about to tease him more. Haechan took you in his mouth, tongues meeting each other the distinct taste of alcohol and weed made you go ballistic. He made sure to keep your tongue in one spot with his teeth leaving you confused as he began to suck your tongue hard and sloppy, that earned a whimper out of you. Haechan let go of your tongue with a loud pop noise, lifting your skirt as you sat straddling him. "I really want you to sit on my face right now Y/n." he said staring into your eyes, you couldn't hold eye contact when he was speaking like that "O-oh okay.." you stuttered. Face sitting something else you've never done you thought it's pretty self explanatory, "Can I take your panties off?" Haechan asked. "Yes.. of course." you sat on his bare chest as he reassured you about all of your worries. "You ready now, love?" he said rubbing circles into your thighs, "Mhm." you began to pull yourself up to his face. "Baby I said sit on it not sit over it." Haechan said causing you to look down, "I'm sorry!.. but are you sure I won't like suffocate you?" you asked. "Yes! now sit down." he laughed, you sat down like he asked and immediately began to moan.

Haechan was licking over your clit before just sucking it, then dragging his tongue across your cunt. You grabbed his black hair starting to guide yourself, Haechan smirked at this hoping you felt more comfortable. "Mm- god! Donghyuck it feels too good." you weren't getting that much of a response so you began to lift yourself a bit more, until Haechan slammed you back down "So pretty and warm." he moaned muffled against your pussy. The amount things you were feeling at once was pure ecstasy, the butterflies, the alcohol, marijuana and the boy between your legs. You slowly rode his face constantly whining and shaking, strangely still holding eye contact with Haechan. God he was so hard he felt like he would just bust out of his pants any moment, you were getter closer you could feel it so could Haechan. "Come on, baby" he moaned as your pace quickened, "F-fuck donghyuck I'm really close." you whined it felt too good. "Then let go for me pretty." you couldn't hold anything in after that cumming on his face with a slight scream then moving to lay on the side of him, "I love how you sound when you cum." he said rubbing circles into your back. "It's your turn Donghyuck." you said jumping on top of him "Do you have a condom?" you asked him, "In my back pocket yeah." Haechan pulls it out and pulls his pants down. The tip was a quite red and there was precum dripping out of it his dick had somewhat of a curve in it, you had gotten ten times hornier. You grabbed his cock and began to sink on to it making his nails dig into your sides, "Fuck baby, so tight." he whined. Your head was thrown into the crook on his neck, the curve of his cock hit every angle just right. You began to slowly move "Mm.. so full Donghyuck." you said kissing at his neck, you were going at a torturing pace for him. "Babygirl I can't do this slow." Haechan said grabbing your hips as he started to ram into you. "F-..Fuck!" you yelped, completely unable to speak it felt way too good Haechan was so big the stretch was burning. "Oh just take it I know you can take this dick." he moaned shoving a finger into your mouth. You kept clenching, he knew you were close. "Just look at you, fuck." he groaned slapping your ass making you squeal. "Y/n, show me your face." he demanded, "W-Why?" you questioned he was talking to you while he was still fucking into you. "I wanna see that pretty face when you make me cum." That honestly did it, you squeezed so tight around Haechan whimpering his name as he came inside the condom moaning your name. You both sat there panting the silence was comfortable Haechan's heart was beating extremely fast, his little breaths were as cute as ever. "Y'know you're the only one that calls me Donghyuck and it doesn't piss me off." he says looking into your eyes and giving you a gentle kiss, "Are you thirsty? hungry? bathroom? cuddle? or.. we can forget this never happened whatever makes you most comfortable Y/n your benefit matters most to me because we....." you had honesty zoned out, Haechan was adorable. You pulled him in with a kiss "Oh shut up I'd love to keep our relationship going After The Party."

[rowiewritesstuff]

Do you know any members of the Djd at all? I have been craving some yandere Nickel content but if not that more Yandere Ratchet or even Knockout would be great!

Or even better, both at the same time

Ayo, I did Ratchet/Knockout at the same time, might write a part two for it!

TFP Yandere Knockout and Ratchet

You were first friends with the Autobots. You were very close to Ratchet in particular due to your recklessness. You often street raced and fought Decepticons. Ratchet was always scolding you while bandaging your wounds. 

He was so tired of seeing you getting hurt- he wanted to force you to stay at base at all means necessary. Optimus assured his friend that he would talk to you in an attempt to get you to make safer choices. You agreed to ease up on the dangerous situations- but you would never stop street racing.

A few towns over, a street race was being held. The cash prize was great as usual- but you didn’t care either way. You lived for the thrill of the race. You loved the adrenaline that would flow through your veins when you went over 100 miles per hour. 

You got in your muscle car and made your way to that track. Next to you a beautiful cherry red Aston Martin sat. Your car window was rolled down so the other car could see you gaping. 

“Do I know you from somewhere?” a voice from the car chimed. 

“I think I’d remember a gorgeous car like that. You must have one great job to afford a beauty like that.” 

Knockout allowed his ego to be inflated. Flattery is the quickest way to his heart. He kept staring at you through his mirror, trying to put his digit on where he had seen you from when it clicked. You were the Autobot’s pet! You always picked fights with the Vehicons that you almost never won. The fact that you won any was impressive, though.

You ducked your head back into your car and smiled brightly at him, “Well, best of luck! You’re going to need it!”

Knockout revved his engine as he chuckled. Him? Need luck? Preposterous. 

A woman stepped out onto the track with a flag raised up. All of the cars revving their engines in anticipation of the race. Knockout, however, revved his engine in anticipation to beat you so he could drag you back to the Nemesis.

The race began, and you quickly made your way to the front lines. You had to swerve a little to the right as the red car tried to bump you. 

After a game of cat and mouse, neck in neck, you pulled out in first place. As you slowed to a stop the red car stopped right behind you. You looked in the mirror in confusion until you saw a gun emerge from the side. 

“Shit! A con’.” You muttered as the red car shot at you. Quickly, you put it into gear and used your Bluetooth to call the base.

“Who is this?” Ratchet’s grumpy voice came from the base.

“Ratch! It’s me, I’m being chased by some con’ with a hot car!” You yelled into the car.

“A ho- what? Where are you?” 

“Uhhh, at the Montgomery Dam?” You winced as you told him. He knew about this race because you asked him ahead of time to bridge you there when it was time. He refused, so you had to drive. 

“Y-I- I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO!” He yelled. You felt actual fear. Ratchet had never yelled at you like that before. 

While you were distracted Knockout had managed to bump you, causing you to spin out. You screamed in fear as the back of your car went into a ditch. Your head slammed into the steering wheel making you see stars for a moment. You couldn’t hear anything except the ringing in your ears.

Knockout transformed in front of your car, pulling it towards him. He ripped off the door and began to pull you out.

“Hello there, doll.” he grinned.

“W-what do you want?” You struggled in his tight hold.

“You see, I like winning. I don’t like to lose- so this time I think I’ll take a win anyway.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You can never lose when you have a new pet!” He grinned at you. “I think I’ll keep yo-AGH!”

You were thrown into the air as Knockout was kicked in the back. A cool hand caught you and pulled you into a chest- it was Ratchet. 

“R-ratchet, I’m sorry- I j-” 

“Shh. It’s okay. We’ll talk later.” He transformed and secured you into his alt-mode, going back through the groundbridge he came from. 

Knockout stood up with a scowl on his face. He’d been looking for a pet for a long while, and he’ll be damned if he lets the perfect one slip through his fingers. He’ll get you, just you wait. 

When you got back to base, Ratchet transformed and placed you on a cot. You looked up at him with those big doe eyes he fell in love with. He gave you a quick checkup as you sat silently. You were scared of the scolding you’ll get.

“So? I’m waiting?” He said. He noticed the confusion on your face, “For the apology. I told you not to go, and you went anyway. “ 

While you did feel bad at first, you couldn’t help but be angry at him. “I’m my own person, Ratchet! You aren’t my keeper.”

A dark look flashed across his face as he leaned down closely to your face. “I am your keeper. In case you forgot, I’m your guardian. I will make the calls for you. You will listen to me, or there will be consequences. Do you understand?” 

You glared up at him. “Maybe I should get a different guardian th-” 

A fist slammed down beside you making you shake with fear. His eyes looked crazed as he scowled at you. “Don’t,” he vented, “Don’t even joke about that. You are my charge. The quicker you learn that I’m just doing what’s best for you, the better- because no one else wants a reckless brat like you as a charge.” 

You both sat in a tense silence as he finished patching you up, tears falling down your face. 

In Ratchet’s eyes, you needed to hear that- maybe now you’ll listen to him. Next time he may just have to make you have an accident, so you can’t endanger yourself again.

MTMTE Yandere Nickel

Not too familiar with Nickel, but I did give it a shot! :)

You had been snatched right off of the Lost Light as a hostage. Tarn had intended to kill you after you’d lost your usefulness, but he discovered that you had similar ideals. While you didn’t agree with killing, you agreed that something had to be done against the council and the functionalists. Tarn decided to keep you as a sort of ‘pet’. 

Of course, with having a pet on board, someone has to be responsible for your care. Tarn doesn’t trust Kaon to look after someone so fragile, so Nickel was tasked to your care when he was busy.

She hated you at first. She hated you being on the ship, she hated your fleshiness, and she hated everything about you. Or so she thought. 

She soon began to learn just why you were on the Lost Light to begin with when Vos had been brought in unconscious and leaking energon. You immediately began assessing his wounds (much to everyone’s surprise). You ordered Tarn to get you the required medical equipment so that you could help him. Tarn just looked to Nickel who nodded slowly in confirmation.

You and Nickel began to work together seamlessly to heal Vos. She never thought that she could work with an organic so well.

As soon as Vos’ injuries were taken care of, Nickel questioned you on how you knew what to do. You tell her the truth: You were taught by the best medic Cybertron’s ever seen: Ratchet. 

Nickel grew a little more respect for you as a fellow medical professional, and sometimes got you to assist her patching up the others, or to clean her tools. 

One day, the ship came under attack while the rest of the DJD were out on a mission. You and Nickel worked together to hold off the vicious attack from the scavengers that were looking for a quick buck. 

Without her knowing, a scavenger had a blaster trained on the back of Nickel’s head- which you took the shot of.

Nickel realized what you had done when she turned around, and could only gape in shock at you. You saved her life? After how cruel she was to you?

The rest of the DJD came in not a moment sooner, slaughtering the scavengers in a matter of minutes.

Nickel quickly took you to the medbay where she quickly assessed the damage. Your arm was burnt and obviously broken. She couldn’t help the guilt that flooded her when she had to patch you up. 

While you were resting, she sat by your bedside holding your hand. Tarn approached her and asked “Are you alright, Nickel?”

The frown on her face deepened. “I never thought that an organic could be so… caring. They must be the exception.” 

Tarn saw the sadness clear on the minibot’s face. The way she held your hand tight and sat by your side. “If you want to keep this human… I’ll allow it. They seem to make you very happy.”

Nickel looked up at Tarn with awe, “Thank you, Tarn. Thank you.”

A few weeks later you were still bedridden on Nickel’s orders. “You need to stay in bed. I’m just going to step out for some supplies you need.” She gently patted your head. 

When you were certain that she was gone, you jumped out of bed. Just because you were injured didn’t mean you’d stay in bed. You needed to escape. While you did care for the DJD a little, they also kidnapped you from your friends and your home. 

You were careful as you made your ways through the halls, making sure to not be loud in the event one of the cons’ stayed on the ship. 

Soon, you made your way off to see that you were in a docking bay. This was clearly a Decepticon friendly planet, because there were no Autobot symbols to be seen. 

You began to quickly maneuver through the crowds of large robots, trying to avoid being stepped on. You opened a door that was closer to your size and grinned as you felt the warmth of a sun on your skin. The sun that you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

You ignored the pain in your arm as you jogged outside.  You just had to find a communication device to get a message to your friends. You saw a shop that was large compared to you, but not nearly as big as a Cybertronian shop. You quickly entered and looked around for a shop owner. 

An orange, human looking alien stood behind a counter. You ran up to them and asked to use their communication, and they agreed. You grabbed the comm, beginning to dial in Ultra Magnus’ number when a hand grabbed your arm. 

You froze in fear as your eyes followed the servo to its owner, to see Nickel standing there with a glare on her face. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

You tried to make up a lie on the spot, but could only get out stutters. Your eyes fluttered around the store when you got an idea. You looked behind her, and stuttered out “T-tarn?” 

 Nickel’s grip loosened on you and you darted away out of the store. 

Nickel was furious. She had trusted you alone, and this is what you do? She’ll make sure it never happens again. She commed the rest of the DJD immediately. “Tarn! They got away, somewhere near my position.” 

A verbal sigh came from the other end of the comm, “Alright, everyone. Find them but don’t hurt them- that’s up to Nickel later.” 

Now, the entire DJD was hunting for you on the small planet. You were trying to find another place with a comm, but no one else seemed to speak English. 

You were running to go to another store only a few feet in front of you when a pede slammed down on the ground in front of you. You looked up in fear to see Tarn’s crimson optics staring down at you. He glared at you as he snatched you up. “Nickel, I have them.”

As soon as you were back to the Peaceful Tyranny, Nickel dragged you back to the medbay. She forced you into a human-sized chair and used several layers of gauze to secure you there.

“Did you really think you would get away?” She scolded. “Now look at what you made me do. Your arm is probably worse off from that now- and it’s all your fault. I won’t punish you this time- but let me tell you something.” Nickel grabbed your chin with force and made you look at her. 

“If you ever run again, I will break your legs. You. Are. Mine.”

[frenziedslashers]

Ayo! Ima be honest there, this fic with wounded Handsome Jack x Reader was the first one where I didn't skip a single word, like aaa u did it so great!

I had a thought about something oppsite - where it is the reader who gets hurt, and HJ is the one saving them and taking care... likeeee AAA.... it could be fluff, or something more dramatic and bloody, whatever you thing would be great :D I just can see it written great by your talented hands

This literally made me smile so much??? I am so scared to post Jack content because I always feel like I butcher his character (I have a couple drafts that I have been working on. They are pretty much ready to post, I'm just a little scared. I swear I am not ignoring the Jack asks 👹). I am honored that you liked it that much though! As someone who has read nearly all the xReader Borderlands content on ao3, I totally get that... Some nice I had to skip paragraphs because it was either too ooc or just... Odd... I forget how scary some borderlands fans are 😟 There are a lot of pics on there that I adore, but I feel like every fandom has those pics that you just physically cannot finish. So I am glad that my Jack was good enough 💪💪 ALSO thank you for the love homie. glad you sent in a request! I love me some angst that leads to fluff 😌

Flying Bullets:

"More incoming!" Jack screamed over your com, a grunt leaving your throat as you slammed your body against a crate in a poor attempt to avoid the bullets that flew overhead. You had no idea how you got yourself into this mess. Let alone with Handsome Jack. You knew he was bad news. Everyone despised him, but you still saw him as John, who simply worked with you for Hyperion and was incidentally your best friend as well.

You saw him as the guy who you would sit with alone for lunch break. The both of you talking and laughing over nothing. The friend that would take you out for drinks after a hard day of work and even hit on you here or there. Though, nothing serious ever happened between the two of you.

"Kiddo, answer me!" You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Jack's voice screaming into your ears. It made you flinch, a cringe settling on your face. "I hear you, Jackie." You responded, shooting a couple times at the Raiders that ran out into your line of sight.

"Are you able to get to where I'm at?" You huffed a bit. As if you would know exactly where he was without him sharing his coordinates. "Where's your location?" "I'm up near the front gate. If you get here we can get to a ship out of this shit hole and back to Helios!" He spoke, and you groaned again. Your shield was low and broken. It wasn't recharging anymore. A problem that you were almost scared to tell Jack. The confrontation would go either one of two ways. He'd freak out, worry, and throw himself into the line of fire to make sure you were safe. Or he'd freak out, worry, and then yell at you for being so stupid and agreeing to go with him to Pandora with a shitty shield.

"Can you do that?" You pondered, "I can try."

It was a hard task to complete. You figured if you did die in this fight you may as well go out guns-a-blazin'. Shooting round after round into the Crimson Raiders that tried to take you down. You nearly made it to Jack, too. If it weren't for a Raider you missed shooting you once, breaking your shield. Then twice, a fatal shot to your back.

The scream that ripped from your chest had your head pounding, and Jack's heading whipping towards you.

"Kid," He stammered, "Kiddo? Pumpkin?" His voice wavered, and then something clicked in the guy. If your vision wasn't blurry from the pain as you lay on the ground. You would have seen the glint of rage behind the mans eyes. The way his face shifted from concern to pure rage. It made the few remaining Crimson Raiders freeze up. Knowing Jack was going to be putting up a hell of a fight.

Screams and gunfire were all you could hear in your ringing ears. You could hardly decipher the screams of the dying to Jack's war cries. If you weren't dying yourself, you might actually feel a bit scared, but right now you could hardly care. Gasping and wincing while lying helplessly on the ground. You could hardly move without your whole body sending shocks of pain through itself.

"Hey, hey," His hand on your back made you cry out again. You hadn't even noticed that Jack was at your side now. Attempting to tend to your wounds to get you back home. Back to Helios where you would be safe and someone could save you. "I know, I have to look at it!" He snapped, but quickly cleared his throat. "Dammit, sorry. I just need to see it. I'm not trying to hurt you, pumpkin." He told you, trying his best to be careful while he moved your clothing up so he could see the wound a bit better. Your cries making him wince himself. You'd think he would have been shot, too. Just from hearing the pathetic noises you were making.

"Oh shit, God this is bad. Why didn't you tell me your shield was low? I could have came to you!" There it was. Option one of how you expected him to react if you would have told him your shield was down. You wanted to smile, laugh a little at how well you knew your friend, but your thoughts were quickly pushed aside when Jack decided to apply pressure. A scream left your throat, and your vision went blurry. It was too hard to stay awake no matter how much Jack pleaded with you to keep your eyes open. You hadn't realized how much he really cared for you until you were nearly meeting your Maker. Vision finally blurring enough that all you could see was black. Your senses dulling, succumbing to the darkness once you passed out in his arms.

Jack had no idea that you had just passed out, though. He thought you died, but that didn't stop him from picking your body up from the ground to carry you back to the ship. He was just thankful that he had people on there to pilot it for him, and some health to at least give you a slight boost until the two of you made it back to Helios.

He refused to let you go until those doors opened. Continuing to apply pressure after he had wrapped his belt and one of his jackets awkwardly around your middle to help stall the bleeding. There was so much blood. His clothes were soaked. His skin was sticky with sweat and blood. The thing of it is, he didn't even know if it was all your blood. Some of it had to be from the Raiders he killed after you were shot. His anger getting the best of him like it regularly did.

"Sir, you need to let them go." He looked up at the nurse in front of him. "What?" His voice was shaky. "I need you to let them go and put them on the table now before they lose any more blood. I need to get them into the infirmary, now." They stated sternly, and Jack nodded with understanding. Laying you reluctantly on the bed. These were his own men and women working for him, but he was so scared to trust them with you. You were the only good thing he had left that was connected to his old life, rather than Angel. You were almost a better memory holder than she was, though. With her being the reason her mother died and all.

It wasn't until later that night, nearly five hours later that Jack was informed that you were in Critical, but stable condition. He knew you wouldn't be able to help him with his plans for the next coming weeks, and honestly, he was glad. Not that he didn't enjoy your help, he just always worried about your safety. This call was too close for comfort. It nearly made him postpone his plans of finding the Vault, too. If it weren't for the fact that he was literally the man's most wanted by the Vault Hunters themselves. That didn't stop him from trying to take care of you to the best of his abilities, though. Even going as far as sending people to check up on you when he was away from Helios.

"Jack," you would say his name, and he would be there. Holding your hand, offering food, water, entertainment, whatever it was you asked. He was giving it to you. You were his light after all. The brightest star in his galaxy. Even if he didn't show you how much he cared, often. He truly did.

It was almost weird for you. He was always so snarky and rude with you. Even if you knew that was just how he showed his affection. How he told you that he loved and appreciated you as a friend without telling you those exact words. You almost weren't sure if you liked how nice he was being with you.

"Why haven't you called me an idiot." He looked up from the book in his hands over to you with raised brows. "Excuse me?" "When I nearly got myself killed. I expected you to at least call me stupid for it. I didn't tell you my shield was broken and not recharging, and yet here you are. Being all sweet and nice to me. It's kind of scary, honestly... You aren't a doppelgänger, are you?" Jack smiled as he placed his book down in his lap. "Well, now that you say it. I did forget to tell you how utterly idiotic that stunt was and if you ever go pulling it again I will personally revive you just to shoot you again." Jack told you, and that caused a smile to form on your own features. There he was. "Oh, so I should have just ignored direct orders?" He rolled his eyes with a sigh. "No, you should have told me what was happening and I could have come to help. You really think I like putting you at risk?" Well, it seemed like it. With the number of close calls you have had, and then this.

He sighed at your lack of a response. "I don't. I really don't. I only take you along because I know you'd find a way fighting those assholes without me or with me. I may as well be there to revive you when you decide to do something stupid." You rolled your eyes this time. "Didn't realize you actually cared about me." He froze up when you said that. You were only joking, and you thought that he could tell, but obviously that seemed to strike a chord with the man before you.

"Oh, so you think I don't care about you either? What the hell has the past few weeks been? I've laid off finding the fricken Vault for you! I've been by your side, making sure you don't die on me and you think I don't care about you?" He shouted, tossing his book to the side while standing to his feet. "Why don't you fill me in on what it is I feel about you then. Why every time I see you I want to blow my brains out because of how much I care about you. Shit, it's annoying, honestly!" Jack started approaching you. Slight more weight to his steps than usual. Obviously pissed and growing more so by the second. "I could have left you to die." He told you, a slight grin on his face as he laughed out of disbelief for himself. "Hell! I would have left any one of my other employees or skilled assassins there to die! But I just couldn't fricken leave you there, now could I? Not when you're the one real thing that I have anymore."

Your eyes were wide. Staring up at the man who was looming over you as you lay on the bed. You looked a little scared, but you were more so taken aback by his words. Yeah, he was basically saying he would have left you for dead if the two of you didn't have a connection, but he was also admitting things that you never thought you'd hear from him.

"I don't mean to yell," Even though that seemed to be the only thing he knew how to do. "I just... I hate that you would even suggest that I don't care about you. I mean, c'mon! Look at everything we've been through!" He exclaimed as he sat on the bed beside you.

Yeah. Everything the two of you have been through. Working together. Getting fired together. Jack gaining power. You gaining power through Jack. Late nights together. Even an attempted date before his ex had come along. It was a lot, and you regretted making him think that you thought he didn't care.

"Jack, I'm sorry. I was just joking around." You admitted, reaching out to grab his hand. His eyes darted down and then back up to study your face. "Could you ever forgive me?" He pondered, a smile creeping on his lips. "Oh, I don't know. I guess I could forgive a cute thing like you." A sigh left your lips, tapping the top of his hand. "If I didn't know any better. I'd say you were flirting with me, Jackie." The way you purred out his name in such a teasing way made his blood boil. Out of annoyance at the nickname, and slight excitement from just the sound. "Well, I could be if you wanna interpret it that way, pumpkin." His hand reached up to brush your chin with his thumb. "I think it's your turn to be called out for your ignorance of my own emotions." His brows furrowed, sighing at his dumbfounded expression.

"So... Was that a yes?" "Jack," "Huh?" "You're as oblivious as the day I met you." He stared at you for a moment longer. "I'm saying yes, Jack. Jesus Christ and you're supposed to be the flirt of Helios?" He let out a groan of his own before carefully maneuvering himself over top of you so he could lay on the other side of you on the bed. "Oh shut it, you're the one overcomplicating shit." He huffed, carefully pulling you close to him to hint that the both of you needed a nap. Whether you wanted one or not. "Just shut up and sleep. We can talk about our stupid emotions later. You ruined the moment by calling me an idiot." "Oh, like you haven't been calling me one for the past 10 minutes. Plus I didn't even call you one!" "Well, that's different, and yes you basically did. I'm not arguing further." "Fine."

[t-z-random]

Sanctuary of Nightmares PT2

Platonic SB x GN Child Reader

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A/n: ayo wtf I did not expect any of y'all to actually enjoy this. 300 notes on the first part? Fucking insane. Anyway, I didn't sleep last night so guess what? Part two is out today baBY. Enjoy.

You continued to feel suffocated in this environment as you followed the bot through the crowds. You hadn't ever been anywhere this loud before, let alone with so many people in it. You felt wildly out of place, that at any moment someone would point you out as a stranger, that they'd notice that you didn't belong and they'd kick you out.

But no one did.

All seemed too worried about their own lives to notice you, even as you followed the bot with a flashing yellow light still on its head.

It led you through what you believed was a theater, though not one currently in use, before you found yourself right next to a huge play area. One absolutely crawling with toddlers and younger kids alike. The security bot continued to move towards a person who, without question, opened the door to the play area. You looked up to the person a moment, unsure of making any type of movement. It was after they gestured forward that you decided it best to enter. With apprehensive movements you made your way in, the door quickly shutting behind you. You turned back to see both the bot and human walk off, leaving you to your own devices.

You didn't move for a while, instead taking in what was happening around you. Kids crawled all over the jungle gym, their screams of joy ringing loudly in your ears. Across the room you saw running children and little play areas with plenty of toys. There was an art station, a ball pit, practically any fun activity a little kid could dream of was here. Yet you didn't feel like it was a good idea to step into the madness. No, you didn't belong there. Not among the laughing faces or the happy smiles. You didn't belong here- you shouldn't be here! No no, this was all wrong-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a terrifying surprise as, out of what you belived was literally nowhere, a certain jester dropped down in front of you.

"Hel-LO little friend! What are you doing over here?! I didn't see you come in!" He excitedly spoke, his face mere inches from yours. You jumped away from him, though your eyes never turned away. You stared in absolute silence with a look of clear terror on your face after having been spooked so badly.

"Friend? Can you hear me? Can ya?" He repeatedly asked as he continued to come closer. You leaned further away while keeping your feet planted in case your moving would upset the bot. You took a second to let your brain catch up before you slowly nodded.

"Well that's great news! I don't know how I missed y- Oh! I know, I know! One of the staff must have let you in! You didn't go down the slide! Of course, of course!" He nearly bounced with energy, full of joy after having solved his little puzzle. You continued to stay put as you watched the jester celebrate his little achievement.

"There's so much to do! So much to catch up on! You're late but that's okay! That just means you have to do everything faster-!..." He suddenly stopped his excited rantings, his body falling still as he stared at you. You felt your heart drop when he did so as a spike of fear overtook you.

Did you break it-?

"YOU'RE HURT!" He suddenly screamed and in reaction you quickly covered your face, the roaring sound shocking every sense you had. Suddenly you became light, your body pulled from the ground. You let out a whimper, terror rushing through your veins as your hands remained covering your face.

"WEEWOO WEEWOO! AMBULANCE COMING THROUGH!" The animatronic screamed as he quickly moved. His agility was a feat to behold as he effortlessly navigated around screaming children that all wanted his attention. He held you high above his head and quickly managed to make his way across the play area. It was a few seconds into this walk that you slowly uncovered your eyes, the sudden shock of fear only continuing to rise as you realized how high off the ground you were. You then clung to the animatronic for dear life, afraid that you might drop at any second. He carried you to a small corner of the playroom across the ball pit where a make-shift doctor office was made, though it seemed more like a pretend one than a real one. It had little chairs, a table, and plenty of typical medical supplies that were all brightly colored with childish designs covering them. There was also a lady fully dressed as a doctor sitting in the only big chair. She didn't look over to the noise Sundrop was making, then again she must have been accustomed to it by now. 

"Ms. Doctor! I have a patient! They require immediate help!" The excitable bot quickly explained as he placed you on the table next to her.

"Thank you Sunny, I'll be with them in a moment. Why don't you go hang out in the art corner? I heard a few kids needed more glitter glue" she suggested as she typed the last few sentences into a computer.

"A glitter glue shortage!?!" He shouted in a shocked tone before bounding off, likely to do what was asked of him. 

You sat with tense posture, the adrenaline spiking through your veins after that terrifying experience having been enough to skyrocket your anxiety. You were only allowed a few secodns to calm before the woman you knew only as Ms. Doctor finally turned away from her computer to look at you, a soft expression found on her face.

"Well sweetheart, where's it hurt?" She asked as she scooted her wheeled chair closer to you. Feeling a severe case of emotional whiplash from the bouncey yelling of the sun animatronic to the calm care of the doctor caused you to blink a few times as you adjusted to the difference. Even so your body once again leaned away as you were entirely distrusting of this stranger. Noticing this she grew a concerned look.

"Do you want me to call Sun back over?" She asked to which you very quickly shook your head. With that answer she let out a soft sigh. Not out of annoyance or anger but instead with a tired expression.

"Okay...will a sundrop candy help?" She asked as she reached into one of her many pockets before pulling out a small sphere-shaped candy wrapped in clear and golden plastic. You stared at the sweet treat for a moment, your body slowly calming as you looked between her and the candy. 

You very rarely ever had candy so any chance you could you had always taken some. This time though you remained still as you debated whether or not to take it. You didn't know the full intentions of the doctor nor why she was so calm after Sundrops excited yelling. It didn't take long before you lost your resolve, the sweet treat too much of a temptation to your sugar deprived life. With a nod from you she handed the candy over, your eyes following it the whole way. You almost didn't believe it was real when it landed in your hands, let alone when you unwrapped it. It smelled of lemon, a flavor you don't think you've ever had before. It was a hard candy too, a type of candy you've had very few of in your life. So you happily ate the candy, your comfort levels clearly rising as it began to melt on your tongue. The doctor gave you a small smile, seemingly happy to have calmed you.

"Now can you tell me where your boo-boos are?" She asked again, her voice momentarily pulling you from your bliss which raised your guard once again, though not as much as before since she didn't seem as dangerous now.

You pointed to your legs, her eyes finally trailing down and noticing the slightly torn fabric of your pants along with the bit of crimson that had clung to them. Her face twisted into concerned confusion, the jaggedness of the cuts something she wasn't expecting. The whole place was padded to hell, how had you managed to hurt yourself that badly?

Then again kids your age always amazed her with the myriad of ways they somehow always managed to hurt themselves.

"Alright, let's get you fixed up"

-

It was a few minutes into the bandaging and she had already given you three sundrops since you were a particularly skittish kid. She had managed to get wrapping around one leg, though not without some struggle as you pulled away at any sudden spike of pain. It was only after covering your first leg that she even realized your hands were cut up too, a fact that only made this slow process all the more agonizing. It was just after the second bandage though that a sudden call came to her phone. She sat up, quickly finishing the last part of the wrapping before handing you yet another Sundrop.

"I'll just be a minute" she quickly spoke before sliding away to her desk to answer the phone.

"Daycare, Ms. Zell speaking" she answered into the phone, the buzzing of a voice on the other side not heard by you over the sounds of joyful children.

"Again? Alright, I'll be there as fast as I can...yes I know I-...fine, but I'm going to need more people...alright, alright I'm coming" she then hung up the phone, a deep sigh leaving her before she turned back to you. She stared at you a moment, a look of contemplation on her face as she did so. It was after this moment that she slightly turned back to her desk before hitting a small button. It was barely a few seconds later when a certain sun turned up.

"You called!" He yelled, his voice startling you as it came from above your head. You turned to look only to see the jester hanging upside down from the netting of the daycare. The doctor looked up, her face more serious than it was before as she stood from her chair, grabbing a few tools along the way.

"There was an accident at Roxy Raceway again, they need me down there. Can you finish patching them up? They just need some bandages on their hands and they should be fine"

"Of course Ms. Doctor!" Sundrop spoke before jumping from his spot on the netting. Surprisingly there was no loud thunk as the metal animatronic hit the ground, as if he almost didn't weigh anything at all.

You did not like this arrangement. You liked the doctor, she was calm and it was easy to predict her movements. But this neurotic child's toy? It was impossible to tell what he'd do next.

Even in your discomfort you said nothing. You didn't believe you had any power to change this decision.

"Thanks, I should be back soon- oh! And uh, one last thing" she stopped herself from leaving for a final moment and pulled out a few extra pieces of candy before handing them to the robot.

"These should help while you're patching them up" and with that she walked off in a hurry, though not as fast as she would have liked as she didn't have the same ability as Sundrop when it came to swerving around running children. You kept your eyes on her as she left, almost hoping she'd turn around. That she would regret leaving you here, that she'd think twice about it, that she'd just turn the wheel back around and-...

She wasn't going to come back was she

"Alright! It's doctor time!" The bot happily announced as he grabbed a nearby doctor coat. It was mostly similar to the one the doctor wore except for the sun logo sloppily drawn in marker on all of the pockets.

"I am doctor Sundrop and I'm here to assist! Now, can I see your boo-boos?" He spoke in a highly overdramatic voice, his posture rigid and his hands behind his back. Though even in his attempt to seem serious he were very easily seen through, especially as small cracks in this serious facade broke through with short snickers.

Now, while he was still rather too over the place for your liking you did have to admit, his get-up was a little silly and now that he wasn't so incredibly in your face his child-like behavior was almost comforting. You hadn't ever met someone so boisterous and over the top before and while it was still incredibly anxiety-inducing, it also pulled on the reason that you daydreamed about the PizzaPlex in the first place.

To be a kid, to play, to sing, to mess around until playtime was over. You wanted nothing more than that. To be allowed to be a kid.

Yet faced with the possibility of it you hesitated...

Once again receiving no answer from you as you kept you hands close to your chest, Sundrop lost a little bit of his bubbliness. His posture fell and his hands along with it. Even though he didn't really have an expression you gathered that he was either confused or saddened. That was until he suddenly sprung back to life. 

If he was any more cartoonish you wouldn't have been surprised if a light bulb had appeared on his head.

"Oh! Right!" He spoke with a raised finger to further insinuate that an idea had formed before he then turned back to the desk and grabbed one of the left behind candies. He then quickly turned back to you with three candies outstretched.

"You like these right? Here! Just for you! I can even get more if you want!" He happily exclaimed, his face spinning with excitement. You stared wide-eyed as he handed you the treats, the sweets almost irresistible now that you knew what they tasted like. You looked between Sundrop and the candies before slowly taking one. You remained cautious though, just in case this was a trick. Once you did so his already excited mood skyrocketed. He believed he had made progress with you.

"More! You can have more! Do you want a fizzy faz too?! You like treats! I. Can get you more!" He swayed and slightly jumped as he talked. He seemed unable to stay in one place for too long when he was excited. Your eyes widened in surprise as he continued to outstretch the candies towards you. You hadn't expected to be allowed to have that many. You took the other two gratefully and with a look of astonishment that only furthered Sundrop's joyful state.

"Great! I'm glad you like them! Can I fix your boo-boo now? Can I? Can I!?" His hype level didn't seem to have a limit, though his excitability was growing on you. So, placing the candies next to you, you nodded, slowly outstretching your scratched-up hands to the animatronic. 

"Oh no! You had a big bad fall didn't you? Don't worry! Doctor Sundrop will make it all better!" He joyfully spoke before practically throwing himself into the wheeled chair of the doctor before him. Granted he didn't entirely fit as his legs bent and his head was way taller than the chair, but he did anyway.

Even though it looked incredibly funny

-

Due to the nature of hands you couldn't just put a bandaid on your scratches, so he had to use wrap-around bandages to help cover the cuts. Luckily he seemed at least a little experienced with fixing injuries as he knew where everything was and how to do it. He kept you distracted the entire time with little jokes, even more of the Sundrop candies, and, when you would get especially anxious, funny gestures. It didn't take long at all before you were fixed up. In fact, he was just about to finish the second hand when you let out a sharp wince. Something that most definitely shouldn't have happened considering he was no longer near your cut up hands, the end of the wrapping stopping at your wrists just to keep them more secure. He suspected there were more injuries so he went to pull up your sleeve. He didn't get that far though as you quickly snatched your hand away, an almost panicked look taking over your face. Something that was quickly mirrored in Sun's posture and he assumed he must have really hurt you.

"Sorry! I-I didn't- uh- candy! You want more candy?! I can do more tricks! Sorry sorry I didn't mean to hurt you!" He bumbled over sounds like a panicked child, his words genuine as he quickly attempted to find anything to make you feel better. Once you saw your panic in his gestures you immediately calmed, realizing that your panic only induced his own. You felt guilty in a way, as if you had caused him stress. That being said, you still didn't give your hands back to him. You didn't want him to see, you didn't want anyone to see. 

It only ever made things worse when someone else knew...

Seeing your calmed posture he calmed as well, though that only left confusion in his body language.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, now unsure of his assumptions. When you slowly shook your head it only served to confuse him more. He tried to figure it out, to understand why you had pulled away, but he was truly at a loss.

"Can I see your hands again?" He asked with the utmost curiosity, only to receive another slow shake of the head.

"I-I promise I'll be gentle! I won't hurt you! I'll even pinkie swear on it!" He quickly spoke before outstretching his pinky to you. He was attempting to get answers to solve the sudden mystery before him, his hightened sense of curiousity not something easily dissuaded. Not to mention that if it was another injury he wanted to help make it better.

You thought on it a moment, his attempts to gain your trust having wilted down your initial apprehension towards him. Dispite his first impression he had a way of calming you down, of knowing exactly what you needed when you needed it. He had been gental with your cuts and had tried to keep your mind off them throught his time fixing them. Maybe...

Maybe it wouldn't be bad to let them see.

Maybe he really did want to help...

Slowly, and fighting your paranoid thoughts the entire way, you pinky promised with him, an action that once again caused bounciness in him. He did try to keep it contained as to not further harm your hand but it was still very visable. After you pulled away from the pinkie promise you kept your hand out so he could continue. Carefully and as gently as he's ever done anything he pulled up the sleeve you had attempted to hide behind.

He noticed a few bruises at first, a lot of them actually. He began to wonder what type of fall you must have had to gain this many. What he found most unfortunate though was the fact that he couldn't help with bruises. There were no amount of bandaids he could cover you with that would help with those. He was already saddened by this so by the time he realized what you had actually been trying to hide he practically froze.

Bruised onto your tiny body was a handprint. One too big to be a child's, one too small to be an animatronic. It was clear by the deep color that harm had been intended in whatever grip had caused it and the thought alone brought a horrible feeling throught Sundrops system. It was after noticing it that he looked back over the other brusis, now noticing fingerprints in a few of them.

The thought of what those meant brought a sickening, dreadful feeling through his wiring and it came with his own horrible memeories. Of losing control, of being forced into his moon state when he wasn't ready and not being able to keep the kids around him safe. Of failing to protect, failing to care for...

It was then that he looked back up at you, his permanent smile not allowing him to show the devastation that ran through him, a shock of pain that began to mess with his coding.

He would protect you, he would keep you away from the harmful humans that had done this to you.

No matter the cost

[ahoge-fish]

Is it just me or the JoJo X OC fandom is getting kind of toxic?

Welp, it is not getting toxic, it already was. And sadly not only the JoJo X OC fandom, but every one of them (flashback to little me seeing those videos of jealous little girls that scream "SANS IS MINE YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!! *procedes to kill you*, fucking rolling my ass on the floor because I though they were so ridiculous)

Because 💫people are such beautiful creatures💫

Now, I'm lucky to have not met those people yet (knocks on wood), but you probably know who I mean. The ones that say "NOO JOTARO IS ONLY MINE YOU CAN'T HAVE HIIIM", or "gosh your ship sucks, it's so lame", or "stop shipping your oc with Jotaro it is cringe" and other and other and other...

I saw these people somewhere else and not on my blog (fortunately), and this is so fucking disgusting. I already said it and I'll said it again to them (who will not read this, I'm very sure of it because they're such idiots but I don't care): IF YOU DON'T LIKE SOMETHING, SCROLL DOWN. BLOCK THE BLOG YOU DON'T LIKE. JUST. DON'T. SEND. HATE.

You don't know how a person could react to that hate, you don't know how much even one of these comments could affect one's mentality, because yes: behind an OC x Canon or selfship blog, THERE IS A REAL PERSON WITH FEELINGS. A person, a human that is probably struggling with real life's problems and having their blog is the way they cope with them. This is their happy way out to get distracted and feel happy when they feel down, or just somethig they do for fun. Either case, you are ruining that person's happy world.

Why? Just- because???? I really don't see the point of sending hate when you just can IGNORE what you don't like. And no, it's not a big deal, they're fucking fictional characters so you don't need to be the the "hero" of the situation by sending hate to them thinking "aaah, I've done a good thing. Now the Internet is a better place!"

Just- just no.

How are they hurting you in any way?? Just- AYO JUST FUCKING SCROLL DOWN IT'S NOT SO HARD TO DO HAHA

But now, to the people who are jealous about they're s/o and see someone else having a blog about them but with their OC. DO👏 THE👏FUCKING👏SAME!!! Just scroll down, or block the blog you don't like. Easy game!!

People, THEY ARE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS!! NO CANON CHARACTER IS NO ONE'S POSSESSION, BUT TO THEIR OWN CREATORS!! Jotaro isn't yours, is fricking Araki's.

But you can still ship yourself or your OC with him! Because who says you can't? Is there a law for it? For loving a fictional character? No, so just go ahead and do it.

And also- to give it more lOgIc if people still aren't satisfyied with sharing their s/o- in the JJBA lore with Vento Aureo and another thing I will not say because then it'll be spoiler, we are 100% sure that other universes and multiverses exists, that means infinite Jotaros for everyone and so INFINITE SHIPPINGS!

That means that everyone gets to have their own Jotaro, the way they like him in THEIR OWN universe, because there are infinite of them and so your universe is somehow canon. Do you like it better put this way? I hope so, because then idk what else to say if not "block and scroll" the things you don't like.

Let's bless the people that actually do block and scroll the ones they don't like, instead of sending unnecessary hate, because not everyone can like the same thing! It is totally normal! But they do what it is CORRECT, so let's bless them 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[aeriris]

Crush on another idol! | 4town part ONE.

DESC. Ur a famous idol, and 4town has a crush on u 🫶🏽! Hcs + a small scenario!! In Robaire, Aaron t’s, and Taeyoung’s you are a soloist. In Jesse and Aaron z’s you are also in a group! Jesse and Tae are in part two !

ROBAIRE

.♡ robaire saw you when he was scrolling through tiktok, he saw an edit of you and was like “who’s this SCRUMPTIOUS person?”

.♡ so he decided to do a little research on you…. Yeah that lasted a while

.♡ after a few days of just learning who you are, he unintentionally became a big fan of you

.♡ the rest of 4town found out when he was listening to ur songs and just FANBOYING

.♡ t called him a simp and he got beat up /j

.♡ when he was listening to ur songs, Tae was like “oh (y/n)! That’s my friend!” And robaire IMMEDIATELY grabs Tae and shakes him like “introduce me. Now.”

.♡ the type to like edits and pictures of you (and secretly own a Stan account…)

.♡ if you ever acknowledged him he would die on the spot no joke

✧ROBAIRE starts getting nervous once he sees you being sat down before the award show, now, it’s not like he didn’t want you there. The problem is, your table is right next to his. Your table is right next to his and you look too good to not be looked at.

Another group is about to preform and while your focused on them, all he can focus on is you. He swears whenever he looks at you the room turns pink and sparkles shine bright around you and- dear god what the fuck is happening to him???

“Ooooo robaire is looking at them and he’s looking hard!” Aaron t said in a teasing tone, his voice was a little too loud for robaires liking “shut up! What if they hear!” He snaps back. While the two jokingly argue you look at them since they were causing a little bit of a scene next to you

“Robaire DONT look but y/n’s looking at you and they look a little concerned” Tae whispers “oh shit.” Robaire slowly turns to face you, as you two make eye contact he awkwardly smiles, and when you giggled back he swore he died inside that night

AARON T

.♡ Aaron t heard about you before you even debuted with you’re first song, you were the talk of the internet right now

.♡ one day he just hopped online and boom #y/n’sreallyhot is the number one thing trending on Twitter??

.♡ and t, being nosy, clicked on the hashtag and damn now he understands why you were number one trending. You’re really hot

.♡ he kept up with updates about you (surprisingly, the rest of 4town were also interested in you! But nobody was a bigger fan than t)

.♡ and I’m serious when i say nobody was a bigger fan than him. He does not shut up about you

✧“Guys! Y/n’s first song just came out!” Tae shouts from the living room, and as soon as Tae blinks he opens his eyes and AARON T is right in his face “WHATTHEFU-“ “PUT ON THE SONG NOW” t shouts at Tae and Tae is damn near having a heart attack with the way t popped up out of nowhere

“Ayo chill out- I’ll put it on” Aaron z comes out to resolve the situation that’s going on, he puts on the song and he’s gonna be honest your song is really really good, but t’s screaming like a mad man in the background and it’s concerning everyone in the house

“What-?” Jesse pops out from the hallways, everyone’s sitting there confused and t’s going mental, rolling around on the floor and just……

“….should we call an exorcist???” Robaire asks “yes.” Everyone agrees as t is being possessed by the power of your song.

AARON Z

.♡ now he had actually found you kinda through Jesse

.♡ how this works is, Jesse introduced Aaron to a girl named vae; you and vae are in the same group! Soooooo when vae invited Aaron to come see her filming her music video, he most definitely was not expecting her to be in a group

.♡ not that he’s complaining tho, he saw you and vae talking and he was literally so shocked because DAMN.

.♡ even though Aaron thought you were attractive though, he didn’t make any moves. He wanted to know you

.♡ so best believe he thanked god for vae introducing him to you

✧”AARON!” Vae shouted from across the room, waving at aaron to come towards her.

Looking beside vae, he sees you. And you were really cute. He walks over to vae and looks at both of you, “what’s up?” He asks “I just wanted you to meet y/n! I think you two would get along.” Vae says as she backs away so you and Aaron can look at each other clearly. “Hi…” “hey..” and then a heavy silence follows…. “Damn y’all???? Hello?” Vae interrupts “sorry…” you awkwardly chuckle. After a small moment of quietness you finally speak up “uh, I really like your pin!” You say. “my pin?” He replies confused “your pin! The one on your bag?” Oh. I totally forgot about that. He smiles, “thank you, basketball is one of my favorite sports” “I-I’ve been trying to learn! Though I’m not really good with aim yet” you smile

By now, neither you or Aaron notice how vae’s been long gone. Nor have you two realized that it’s been an hour and you two were just chatting the day away, “alright guys! We need to get ready to film!” Your director shouts “oh wow, it’s been a while huh?“ you say “yeah! It’s fun talking to you” and to be honest Aaron doesn’t think he’s been this happy to talk to someone in a while. “I gotta go! Here’s your pin back by the way” “oh, thanks.” He takes the pin back, looking at it for a little while as you walk away he notices a little note on the back

“Call me and maybe one day you can teach me how to play. Xxx-xxx-xxxx”

Can y’all tell I was running out of ideas for Aaron z

[head-empty-only-sunshine]

Built 4 Love

Ch. 2 - Love in denial

Description: On a late night shift, Moon creeps up on you trying to be scary. You are still completely unfazed by him though, and he ends up being your saviour of the night as well.

Pairing: Sun/Moon X Reader

Word Count: 2353

Chapters: [Index] [Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4] [Ch.5] [Ch.6] [Ch.7]

Ever since they thought they might have feelings for you, both Sun and Moon had begun to pay a lot more attention to you. That day was an awakening for them, and the following weeks were one wild ride of trying to figure out these feelings. Both Sun and Moon would consult other staff members about the feeling and ask if that was what love felt like. Every single person would nod and say yes, leading to the poor animatronic to short out a little from embarrassment. Sun coped well though, and he coped a lot better than poor Moon.

Sun would always deal with his feelings directly; never specifying that it was love but engaging in activities with you whenever he could. Being around you eased his circuits and filled him with an endless supply of joy, so much that he didn’t have to ever doubt the feelings he had. He just simply could not tell you about them. Moon on the other hand though, did things a little differently. He either went into full shut down mode and let Sun be up front for most of the day while he processed his feelings alone, or watched you from afar when he was out roaming the halls on nightly duties. Sometimes he would also just sit alone when he was present and think about you, but when he knew you were working late he made an effort to keep an eye on you from the darkest corners of the establishment. He was bad with talking, so his odd way of coping would have to do.

It was useful to be skulking around in the dark sometimes though. Moon had caught wind that you would be working overnight tonight. There were a few STAFF bots that had gone rogue, meaning you had to find them all and repair them to avoid any further issues or injuries to others. They had been hacked by an unknown user with no apparent motive, which made it more of an inconvenience than ever. You would have to dedicate time to trying to identify the source later. Tonight was meant for capture and repair.

Since you would be out in the halls and main area all night, you would most likely be caught in all the power cycles depending on how long you stayed. This gave Moon a reason to come out and talk to you for once. He decided he would do so after a lengthy conversation with Sun, ending in his cheery counterpart encouraging him to just go up to you later tonight instead of lurking. You don’t really see Moon as often as you see Sun, so Sun pushed to convince Moon to actually speak with you for once. Not without a general warning for him to be nice to you though, since Moon’s habit of being a bit menacing never seemed to wear off of him under any circumstance.

After a bit of grumbling and agreeing, Moon eventually left the daycare to go and find you on the first power cycle of the night. It didn’t take him long to find you wandering Rockstar Row, equipped with night vision goggles as you casually strode around checking all the bots for any irregular behaviours. You were rather focused on one bot in particular, so while your back was turned, Moon crept up behind you. He couldn’t help it; he always greeted you this way anyway.

“You’re out late, aren’t you _______?”

“AYO- WOAH!” You screamed, jumping forward and whipping around to see Moon. “Oh my GOD it’s just you. Holy shit don’t startle me like that!”

Moon straightened himself, rather amused by the way relief washed over your expression when you saw him.

“Only startled? Not even scared?” He complained.

“Scared? Of you? Naaaah. You just surprised me is all! Anyone would react like that.” You sighed, walking back over to him.

“Hmmm… curious.”

“What, do you want me to be scared of you? Don’t wanna be nice with me like you are with the kids huh? Oh how will I recover from this neglect~” You cried dramatically.

Moon glared at you and picked you up, his eyes flashing red while you nonchalantly rested in his hands, completely unbothered.

“Oh nooo~, I’ve been caught by the scary Moon!” You carried on, feigning distress.

You soon broke out into giggles, unable to take the situation seriously. You also didn’t mind the minor diversion from work, so you leaned into his grip while snickering like a fool. Moon just looked at you with a puzzled expression for a moment again, his eyes shifting from red to blue. Your dramatics and laughter had caught him off guard once again.

“You are… very curious indeed.” He mumbled.

“What are you muttering about there Moon? C’mon, share with the class~” You encouraged. “You gotta tell me what- … oh fuck.”

Your eyes locked on movement from the left, silencing you on the spot. The noise from earlier must’ve alerted the bots to unusual activity, and that brought out all the corrupted ones in the area. The once compliant STAFF bots now glitched and charged for your general position, all of them carrying knives for some reason like some poor comedic act. There were a couple map bots in the mix as well, all of them wielding those maps like a weapon made for paper cutting.

You went into panic mode now. You knew the hacking was bad but how in the hell did they get knives?! Your heart rate increased as you panicked and tried to think of a way to stop the mob of bots from attacking you or Moon. He detected that change and immediately looked where you were, realizing what had made you so panicked.

“Now THAT is terrifying! Get me the hell outta here Moon!”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. The hilarious yet terrifying sight of STAFF bots wielding knives was enough encouragement for him to get you out of there so you wouldn’t end up in a flesh salad. As much as he teased you with punishment, actual harm was not on the list of things he would wish upon you, so he reoriented you in his arms and dashed off away from the mob of delusional bots.

Moon made sure he took you from one end of Rockstar Row to the other in an attempt to lose the bots, entering a security office with a high level of permission to keep them out and away from you. When he finally let you down you released the iron grip you had on him and shook away the stiffness. Your heart still pulsed with genuine terror, not quite used to seeing bots as tame as those act that vicious.

“Holy hell. Thank you. I would not have made it out of there if I had to run on my own.” You panted.

“You’re seriously afraid of four foot robots and not me?” Moon questioned now that he had a chance to think about the situation. “Are you serious?”

“What! They had knives Moon. KNIVES!” You argued.

“And I have teeth and nails.” He pressed, sounding almost offended that you didn’t find him scary.

“Uhuh. Nails for tickling. I know you Moon, and you are not scary. Sneaky, yes. Scary, no. You literally carried me to a security office so I wouldn’t get shanked by bots. I’d say you’re more sweet than scary.” You snorted, falling back into the office chair.

“I’d rather not have the person who administers our updates dead.” He argued, covering for how flustered he was getting.

“Mhmm. I’m sure that’s your only motive.” You chuckled. “Anyway, good choice on the room to hide out in. I can access the network those bots are on from here and shut them down for manual repair. So thank you for that.”

Moon silently nodded, watching through a window for any bots that came by, You huffed at his silence with a smile and turned in your chair to the line of monitors, giving yourself access to the system as you began your own counter hack.

It took you maybe ten minutes tops to single out all the corrupted bots in the network, manually shutting each one down as they neared the security office you hid in. If they were all close, you could apply the patch quickly and get them ready for any other extra repairs all in one go. Moon watched you do this, never really having taken the time to watch how intensely you worked. You were incredibly fast, typing up a storm as your eyes darted from screen to screen. He admittedly watched you longer than he meant to, only snapping out of it when you sighed and cracked your knuckles.

“That should do it. All the ‘knife bots’ are disabled. I’m gonna head out and apply the patch now, m’kay Moony?” You announced.

He nodded silently again. “I’ll watch for any strays you might’ve missed.”

“Thanks. Y’know, it’s a wonder why they hire security guards when there’s someone as efficient as you here.” You chuckled.

Yet another compliment he did not expect, making his fans start up again to cool down the excess of thoughts he started to produce. He watched you go out with the occasional glance around the area to do as he said he would and protect you. One by one, you inserted a USB with self installing software, providing a quick and easy patch to the problem causing the bots to go haywire. They all rebooted and released their weapons of choice before shutting back down again, ready to go get repaired in the morning. There were some physical mishaps to their casing, so they couldn’t return to the floor just yet. Moon was admittedly impressed by your nonchalant speed despite your earlier panic.

“Alrighty, that should make everything fine now. Thanks for the quick getaway, Moon. And for standing guard.” You said, approaching him. “I could’ve been minced meat. Ya did good bud~”

Hearing ‘good’ and his name in the same sentence was not a frequent occurrence. There was a slight blue tint to his cheeks as he processed your words, then letting out a deep sigh as he stood up taller in hopes you wouldn’t notice.

“I’m just keeping you alive. I’m out for now so I may as well.” He replied.

“Ooooor, you’re finally loosening up and being nice to me~” You teased.

“I’m not nice.” He grumbled.

“Alright, whatever you say~.” You snorted. “I have a few other halls to check so I’m gonna take my leave now. I located them while hacking the bots here, and they’re all general malfunctions so none of them should have knives. You can continue to guide me if you’d like though~”

“I need… To clean the daycare. Maybe next power cycle.” He evaded.

“Aww, that’s alright. I’ll try not to get myself killed in the process.” You chuckled.

”That would be ideal.”

You laughed again and waved at him, jogging off to the next escort of the establishment that had corrupted bots. There weren’t many left, so you’d most likely finish the job within this power cycle. Moon needed time to process again though, so he watched you go and only sighed when you were completely out of sight.

“You’re awful with words, you know.” Sun’s voice resonated in his head.

“I know.” Moon growled.

“Hmm, then again, it would be weird if you acted super cheery like me. Oh what to do…”

“I’ll figure it out. I have confirmed though… That I definitely like her. We like her. A lot.”

“Then stop tryna scare her! We want her to like us!” Sun whined.

“It was a test! Some of the staff here are uptight and actually afraid of me. I still don’t understand why she’s not, so I had to make sure. She’s… completely unfazed though. She’s different.” Moon muttered, remembering how you immediately smiled when you realized it was him who snuck up on you.

“You’re right… Do you think she… Might actually like us back?” Sun proposed, thinking back to all the times you stopped by the daycare on your breaks just to craft and eat with him.

Both of them paused for a long time, thinking hard enough that you’d think they would produce steam by now. Eventually they scoffed in unison.

“Naaaaaah.” They said together.

Moon turned around and started walking back to the daycare, living in denial once again as he stuffed down his strange emotions that he was accustomed to experiencing. Sun held onto that shared thought though, buzzing with joy at the thought that you may actually like them.

Meanwhile, you entered one of the kitchens on the bottom floor and found a bunch of STAFF bots spinning in circles in a storage closet. The sight was hilarious, but it wasn’t funny enough to obscure your thoughts about how much softer Moon had gotten. Your heart rate kicked up again, and you wondered if either Sun or Moon perhaps had a crush on you. It wasn’t that far fetched… but it also was, and you groaned.

“No way in hell you’re in love with both of them.” You muttered to yourself, yet you still grinned at the thought.

You nonchalantly approached the sea of spinning bots and one by one repaired their functionality, all while thinking about how intensely you pined for Sun and Moon. Both of them invaded your mind, and you couldn’t pick who you were attached to the most. Whenever either of them were present, your heart fluttered all the same, and you knew that you loved both of them equally.

“I should say something… They might think I’m weird though. Human… Robot… That’s just silly.” You sighed to yourself.

That painful reality kept your feelings a secret. You didn’t want them to find you weird, nor did you want Chad to roast you any further. You would simply remain friends for now. In time you would tell them, but it just wasn’t the time yet.

Not with how anxious your heart was.

[yns-world]

Johnny's DMV Adventures

This is something me and my friend @yourmothers-bed thought of a couple days ago and I'm completely in love with it-- I proudly introduce: 

Johnny’s DMV Adventures!!!! 

(cover made by @yourmothers-bed <3)

(the font of the text looks terrifyingly similar to the font of his tattoo GOODNIGHT)

@the-axe-lass this is the johnny fic i told you about <3

HCs of Johnny Cage in the DMV 💅

BLACK PUFFA JACKETS ALL DAY EVERYDAY!!!!

Sags his jeans and waddles around with his hand holding up his belt that screams “CAGE” on the front

Listens to DMV drill and british drill

Fluent in baltimorese 

Avid Playboi Carti Connoisseur

Quotes Carti on the daily

“D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O 🗣️🗣️🗣️”

“Johnny, please, for the love of GOD--”

“Ridin’ ‘round town with the Draco, bih 🗣️!!!”

Graduated from Baltimore HS

Stops crime before it happens out of sheer idiocy

Johnny and a couple of his friends were waddling around the streets of Baltimore when they spotted a petty thief eyeing an elderly woman

“AND THAT’S WHEN I TOLD SONYA IF SHE DON’T GET OUT OF MY FACE--” Johnny screamed even though his friends were right next to him, but he stumbled to a halt when he saw the thief a few meters ahead of him

“AYO! WHATCHA DOING ON MY BLOCK?????” Johnny tried to be intimidating but his sagging pants caught around his ankles and he fell against one of his friends, which caused a domino effect for the entire group

All this commotion spooked the thief and he ran off #superherojohnny #johnnysavestheday

Drowns his food in Old Bay seasoning

He actually used to incorporate so much crab in his diet-- and I mean he used to eat an entire plate of crab at LEAST twice a day-- that his body eventually developed an allergy to it so he started eating faux crab

Terrible fucking driver, and I mean TERRIBLE

He’s 9 out of 10 times the reason why there’s always an accident on the highway

NEVER put this man on the road

Johnny had his license suspended for reckless driving (Johnny says he wasn’t driving recklessly, he says that the other car hit him) so he was forced to use the Metro

Let’s just a say an incident at the Metro convinced the judge to immediately return his license 😬

I’m from the DMV and I love my people and the area. This is purely for entertainment, no disrespect to any of the residents from the DMV, I love y’all <333

I might make a part 2, lmk what y’all think <333 also feel free to request for DMV Johnny cause he's 100% on the table LMAO

word has it that the johnny DMV multiverse is about to expand....🤭

as always, take care of yourselves and i'll catch y'all in the next post! :)

[wakandaiscoming]

Some more thoughts on the trailer

Spoiler cuts in case I get something right, but I don't really want to do a whole breakdown of everything I saw. If you want something like that, then the ScreenCrush one is pretty good even if he mispronounces some names.

Some things that jumped out at me are Queen Ramonda, obviously she is always jumping out at me, but her saying she lost her entire family not just her husband and her son. This suggests that something might happen to Shuri.

I do not think Shuri is "forever" dead though. I think she may have gone to the Djalia to connect with her ancestors. I was excited to see her wearing her comic accurate earrings in the scene of the funeral when everyone is wearing white. I am guessing Shuri's journey in this film is more spiritual rather than material, which is more in keeping with the comics but a big departure from the Shuri we saw in Black Panther 1 where she was purely science-based.

I was also very excited to see Aneka wearing blue armor. In the comics, Aneka was a member of the dora milaje who defected and wore blue armor called the "Midnight Angel" armor. In the comics she does this with her girlfriend, Ayo, who has been portrayed by Florence Kasumba since Civil War.

The Midnight Angels oppose the kingship and want to move Wakanda toward democracy. I don't think it's a coincidence that she is showing up when the throne is vulnerable.

I am also very interested in the red costume Okoye wears on the bridge fight. (I love the costuming in Black Panther.) Obviously it is still red, evoking the dora armor but it is NOT the traditional costume. It's more like a superhero costume. In that scene she appears to be fighting the blue-skinned Atlanteans and it's possible she is doing so not as the general of the dora but as herself, which would make me very happy. (It's also possible it's some new armor created for her by Riri Williams, but I like my idea better.)

As for Namor, I don't think he's the true villain of the film. I think we will learn ultimately that he is being tricked into attacking Wakanda either by Attuma or by Western forces. We see loving images of his birth, with his human mother and Atlantean father, very sad images of his home being destroyed when he was young (probably by the Spanish invading his homeland and forcing his people fully into the sea).

Namor does appear to be much older than his physical form, as the flashbacks look quite old timey, which is great. Namor was one of the first Marvel superheroes (along with the Human Torch and Captain America) so I like the idea that he has been around all this time, he just hasn't shown himself until now.

Like the king he is.

I screamed when I saw the wings on his feet. For those that don't know, in the comics, the wings give Namor the ability to fly. It looks pretty goofy in 40s illustrations. But I thought it looked cool while he was standing on the beach and all the Atlanteans were fleeing around him. I don't know if he will be able to actually fly with them in the movie or if it is just a design choice.

Whether it is Atlantis, democracy or a new ruler, big changes are coming for Wakanda.

[blaringloudandproud]

My dumbass friend @gaym83 describes horror villains based on pictures. He’s semi-familiar with horror. He’s mainly seen modern stuff and the Universal monsters and loves ST so many references. This was so funny

Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)-“Would probably cry if I saw him”

Michael Myers (Halloween)-“He’s just like me (hides face too, big knife)”

Freddy Krueger (A Nightmare on Elm Street)-“Hey wasn’t Vecna based off this guy?

FR though I’m jealous of the sweater”

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)-“He’s got those 80’s goth vibes”

Candyman (Candyman)-“I’m so jealous of that jacket. Warm coats my beloved. I need that for maryland winters”

Cenobites (Hellraiser)-“That’s just a queer friend group”

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)-“AYO why he kinda giving me gender envy. Idk something about men with scraggly dark hair and piercing yet haunting eyes is just like me FR”

Ghostface (Scream)-“He looks like he’s otw to suck the soul (sfw) out of Sirius Black”

Thomas Hewitt/Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 03)-“Love a man with long hair covered in blood”

Chop Top (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)-“No”

Herbert West (Re-Animator)-“Fred Benson if he became evil”

Billy Chapman (Silent Night, Deadly Night)-“I’m Jewish he can’t kill me, Shabbat shalom get the fuck out”

Ginger Fitzgerald (Ginger Snaps)-“Twilight character?”

Art the Clown (Terrifier)-“Similar to my halloween costume”

Pumpkinhead (Pumpkinhead)-“Aquarius syndrome 💔 it’s fatal”

Victor Crowley (Hatchet)-“Behold. A grunt to the big bad in a dnd campaign”

Jack Torrance (The Shining)-“That’s how I look after a semester of college”

Chucky (Child’s Play)-“If he wasn’t accepting of his gendaflooid kid I’d punt him so hard”

Tiffany Valentine (Child’s Play franchise)-“MILF in riot grrrl band”

John Kramer (Saw)-“He looks like me stoned”

Carrie White (Carrie)-“She’s just like me FR. Oh to be covered in blood. My blood though”

Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine)-“Me at Chernobyl circa April 26th, 1986”

The Tall Man (The Phantasm)-“American senate”

Pennywise (It)-“Homophobic old bitch”

Frankenstein’s Monster (Frankenstein)-“THATS MY MAN” (Hes a frankenstan)

The Bride (Bride of Frankenstein)-“YEAHHHH”

The Grabber (The Black Phone)-“On my knees for him”

Imhotep (The Mummy)-“Me when i have to wake up for work)

Dracula (Dracula)-“Antisocial goth king”

The Wolfman (Wolfman)-“He walked so furries could run”

Invisible Man (Invisible Man)-“Nursing home vibes”

Gil Man (Creature from the Black Lagoon)-“Poseidon?”

The Puppets (Puppet Master)-“My brain cells gathering to fight god”

Firefly Family (Spaulding, Baby, & Otis)(Firefly Trilogy)-“The three genders: Viking, bloody cowgirl, and clown”

Angela Baker (Sleepaway Camp)-“She looks like such a vibe. I’d be her friend in the 80s”

Norman Bates (Psycho)-“He looks like he supports cops”

Bughuul (Sinister)-“He looks like Gerard Way so I trust him”

The Creeper (Jeepers Creepers)-“That was almost the exact aesthetic I wanted at the beginning of my senior year”

Lubdan the Leprechaun (Leprechaun)-“Why you gotta do Irish people like that”

Russ Thorn (Slumber Party Massacre)-“Me when someone takes the food I’ve been waiting for all day”

Driller Killer (Slumber Party Massacre II)-“Thats just my gender”

Ruby Lane (Fear Street)-“Goth evil Nancy Wheeler vibes. I love it. I wish we could Nancy snap at least once”

Tommy Slater/Nightwing Killer (Fear Street)-“Ohhhhh that is a good design for a villain. I’ll have to steal”

Cyrus Miller (Fear Street 1666)-“No cause that’s FR what I look like half the time minus the blood”

Skull Mask (Fear Street)-“Mood”

The Milkman (Fear Street)-“That’s what all old white male American politicians look like”

The Grifter (Fear Street)-“Why is that knight speed boating?”

Billy Barker (Fear Street)-“That’s just a normal little kid”

Asa Emory (The Collector)-“Doctor who villain”

Bo, Vincent, and Lester Sinclair (House of Wax)-“Older versions of Dustin, Mike, and Will”

The Fisherman (I Know What You Did Last Summer)-“Man door hand hook car door”

Wishmaster (Wishmaster)-“I AM THE SENATE”

Lesile Vernon (Rise of Lesile Vernon)-“He needs some malk”

Phantom Killer (The Town That Dreaded Sundown)-“Oh no”

Farmer Vincent (Motel Hell)-“Animal farm (1945)”

Chromeskull (Laid to Rest)-“Babe wake up. New Ghost member just dropped”

The Klowns (Killer Klowns From Outer Space)-“Us”

The Babadook (The Babadook)-“Gay icon”

Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body)-“Twilight pt 2.”

Sam (Trick R Treat)-“I want to punt him” :(

[qierxing]

Ayo o-o I have an idea for a yandere Lord diavolo fic:

Mc arrives in Devildom and is learned to have a blessing that specific magic cannot affect them (Barbatos power specifically, reason is because of Lilith), Diavolo is instantly interested in Mc and wants to get to know them and the longer they knew each other Diavolo slowly grows a deep 'love' for Mc. Mc realizes Diavolos feelings for them, so they vanish without a trace and no matter what Lord Diavolo does to try and find them it does not work, and even Barbatos cannot help them with it. A few years later, he finds a maiden and falls in love with them, and slowly the fire for mc slowly vanishes until... When he helds a party for an anniversary with being together with his maiden, he sees in the distance, Lucifer talking to someone and barely sees who he is talking to no wait it is..... Mc, it seems like Lucifer and Mc is having a great time talking to each other, as if they never stopped communication with each other.... "Did Lucifer ever say about Mcs disappearance?! No.. I never cared to say to him about it.. Did he know....." The fire that has recently burned out suddenly is awaken again to the point it erases his love for the maiden... this time, he won't let Mc escape his grasp, and might punish the bros if they knew MCs 'vanish' .

Had to let this marinate for a bit, deviated slightly from the prompt, but this was a fun little warmup anon, I likie! 👀 I use MC's default name in this since reader is not MC

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Spellbound

Word Count: 603

Yan!Diavolo x Reader

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"It's better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved."

Yuki told him that, when he didn't come out of his castle for days. When he made Barbatos take his paperwork from his office and asked Lucifer to substitute for his appearances at significant events.

A human saying, they said, that was common amongst the grieving. A sentiment that it's better to have at least held love for someone you truly cared for, than to close your heart off and store it in an icebox.

He couldn't bring himself to feel grateful though.

Heartbreak, he quickly learns, is a fickle mistress. Some days he feels perfectly fine, able to go out and see his subjects and do his work with no problem at all. On the bad days, the really bad ones, he'll see a hellfire rose or a flash of familiar looking hair and instantly feel numb, chest tightening as he fights back the urge to scream and cry. Oftentimes, he's had to excuse himself much to the confusion and worry of others.

Why did you leave?

It's a question his mind can't let go of, even though he knows better. No amount of work, council meetings, or talking with others could distract him from that awful looming question in his mind, churning like the dark waves of Hell's ocean.

Even as news of him and Yuki break out, his mind doesn't process the congratulations he receives from the brothers, or the angels, or from Solomon. Yuki is kind and warm, but even they probably knew that his heart could never truly recover, the way they looked at him pitifully.

He would like to say that he moved on. That he loved Yuki like he did with you, but that would be an outright lie. If you saw him now, you would've punched him in the arm and dragged him out the door immediately, scolding him for being so hard on himself. You never would have pitied him, not like Yuki and the others, who only saw someone who could never fall.

You never…

Would have willingly left him, is what he thinks, as his eyes rivet upon the sight before him.

People often made fun of the way you laughed, you told him once, in private. You weren't in a good mood then, a rare sight for even you. But you had smiled so brightly, when he told you that he loved your laugh.

And he still loves it, even if it's not directed at him but at Lucifer, of all the beings here.

He thinks he's dreaming, that the bright chandelier flames have made him hallucinate your visage in the glitter and shine of silk and satin. But the longer he stares, the more he realizes that you're wearing a elegant outfit, meaning you've prepared for this ball, that your hair is done in a tasteful way, and your eyes are lined with eyeliner and the more and more he takes in, his chest starts to hurt more and more.

He wants to scream why, why, why are you back, just when his heart was a little bit thawed from the freezing empty cold you abandoned it in. When he was doing so well in pretending he could love someone else other than you.

No matter, he thinks to himself. You're back, and that's all that matters. Everything aside, he just needs to make sure this doesn't happen again. Whether it be through chains or hexes, he won't let you leave him so easily again.

He'll start with your right leg, he thinks, as he stalks toward you.

[drawlfoy]

detention, retention, and draco malfoy being a little shit

masterlist request guidelines

pairing: draco x reader

request: no not really

summary: golden trio friend y/n y/l/n tries to extract information out of draco malfoy after being placed in detention together.

warnings: swearing, panic attack kinda stuff, just the dark war things that would come w having the task that draco does

a/n: ayo so i started this as a fic i was originally planning on writing in a week. i discontinued it bc i didn’t think anyone was that interested, but i’ve written for it on and off. it’s about 16k words right now standing, but i’m reposting this as a 2 part series. here are the first ~12k words....enjoy :) IMPORTANT: if you’re like “hey i started reading this in october why tf are you reposting the first two parts” just keep reading ok lmao i promise there’s more there’s about through part 6 in here hehe. i just wanted new readers to be able to pick up on it without being turned off by the fact that it was part 3. this will b e 2 parts and at least 20k words

word count: 11.6k

taglist: @gruffle1 @missmultifandommess @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry @ayo-cowbelly @nerd-domland @yesnerdsblog @shizarianathania @evanstanfanatic @strawberriesonsummer @hariosborn @night-ving @straightzoinked @imintoodeeptostop @naiomimoonshard @jejegu @ophelia-enthusiast @alwaysbeanunknownfan @nearly-memories @litty-dumb @callieclearwater @malfoy-wife15 @charlenasaxen @belladaises @fiantomartell

happy reading y’all

For legal purposes, the york pudding she lobbed at Pansy Parkinson’s head on Monday evening was simply meant to be a joke. She didn’t know that her aim was bad enough that it was going to get in Snape’s hair instead--honestly, it wasn’t even supposed to get past the Ravenclaw table, much less veer to the left to make a beeline for the professors--but no matter how much she tried to explain this to McGonagall, her sentence remained the same: detention every Friday. For two months.

Her life was ending for sure.

“I honestly don’t know what you were expecting,” Hermione told her as she gently wiped off the nib of her quill later that night in the common room. “Even if you had hit your mark, that’s still technically assault.”

“Did you even hear what she said to me? She told me that I looked like the type of kid that bit people in primary school,” complained Y/N. “I didn’t even think she knew what primary school was!”

Hermione snorted. “How long ago?”

“Two days. I’ve been waiting until there was something throwable on the dinner table.”

“How very analytic of you.”

“I’m going to hit you.”

“And you wonder why you’ve got detention.” Hermione tsk-ed at her, her face stone serious but her tone light hearted. “Maybe take this as an opportunity to, I don’t know, do your homework for once? So you won’t have to have a breakdown over the next Potion’s essay and beg me to write it for you?”

“I’m going to go to sleep and think terribly mean thoughts about you.”

“Have fun.”

~ 

Detention.

Something that Y/N wasn’t completely unfamiliar with--she’d done her time organizing Snape’s cabinets, just like every other Gryffindor--but it was different when it came to McGonagall. An impressive old lady, she thought that McGonagall saw something in her. She was always the first to chuckle at Y/N’s jokes and hesitated to reprimand her stupid behavior. And she never gave Y/N detention.

Until now, she supposed. 6th year was changing a lot of things--even their Potions professor--so McGonagall turning a new stone shouldn’t have been anything shocking.

At least, not as shocking as the first thing Y/N saw as she walked into her house head’s office.

“Malfoy?” she spat.

The platinum blonde didn’t even bother to look up from his desk.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall chided. “I think we would all prefer if you restrained yourself from getting into any more physical altercations with Slytherins.”

She huffed, plopping down in the chair furthest away from that foul git and reaching for her satchel.

“I’ll be back in two hours,” said the elderly professor. “If I hear anything, and I mean anything, other than the sound of studying, consider your sentence doubled.”

With a swish of her robes, McGonagall was gone, leaving her with Malfoy. 

“So what’d you do to get in here, huh? Did the administration finally get a hold of that video of you licking Voldemort’s toes?”

“What the fuck does that mean?!” he snapped, whipping around to glare at her.

“‘s just a joke,” said Y/N. “Like--how everyone says your family houses him and everything--but whatever. I can tell it’s a sore spot.”

His gaze, never withering in intensity, remained trained on her face. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Apparently so. What’re you here for?”

He exhaled sharply. “If I tell you, will you shut up and let me think?”

“No promises, but maybe.”

“Late work. I forgot to turn in the Transfiguration exam last week.”

She made a tutting sound as she lazily shuffled through the crumpled parchment in her satchel. “I expected more from you. Aren’t you gonna ask me how I wound up here?”

“No. I am going to ask you to stop talking now, though.”

~

“That’s terribly unfortunate,” Hermione said over breakfast the next morning. Ron and Harry were nervously chit chatting at the other side of the table over the Saturday Quidditch game against Hufflepuff--supposedly it was supposed to be quite a high stakes match. Not like Y/N cared much, though.

“Yeah! And the worst part was that he won’t even tease anymore. Like, he just sits there all broody and woe is me. We’re all witnessing our nation’s descent into war--he’s not special!”

“Who are you talking about?” asked Harry.

“Oh, just Malfoy,” said Y/N. “We have detention together with McGonagall. He’s such a nasty little greaseball, don’t you think? I mean, look at him right now, glowering over his cereal.”

“Wait! That’s it!”

“What’s it, Harry?” Hermione asked.

“It’s genius, really,” he said. “Y/N has to spend time with him alone every week, and we know that something is up with him. Malfoy is absolutely a Death Eater and has connections to You-Know-Who, but I just need to find a way to prove it.”

“I vaguely forecast where this is going, and I hate it already.”

“Listen, Y/N. It’s not for that long, and it’s for the health of the wizarding world. If you just get to know him--”

“Ick!”

“If you just get to know him, maybe get him to trust you and find out his secrets...we’d finally have enough to turn him in and throw him out of Hogwarts for good.”

“Is that really necessary, Harry?” Ginny butted in from her seat further down next to Dean. “Malfoy’s probably just exhausted like the rest of you. 6th year is difficult, and we have no solid evidence that he’s a Death Eater. I’m sure being stuck in a room with him for 2 hours is hard enough without pretending to be nice to him.”

“But what if Harry’s right?” said Y/N. “What if he is actually a Death Eater? What if he’s an active danger to the student body?”

“Exactly!” The joy written across Harry’s face at the prospect of someone else finally agreeing was infectious. “So will you?”

“Er…” She dragged her spoon across the top layer of her porridge. “In theory, sure. In actuality, I’m not sure how I could do it. Malfoy doesn’t want anything to do with me, either.”

“Love potion?” offered Ron.

“I don’t care how much of a prat he is, I’m not roofying him.”

“I rarely agree with you, Y/N, but I think you’re right. If you want to do this, you need to get him to trust you for real.”

“Your back-handed compliment skills never disappoint, Hermione. Do you think you could help me out with a plan?”

A slow smile spread across the girl’s face as she nodded. “That’s my strong suit.”

The plan they laid out over the remainder of the day was ambitious but at least do-able. Each week was split into different subtasks, the end goal being a somewhat tentative friendship between the two. 

“If you can flirt with him and get him to have a crush on you without scaring him off, you’d be in the best possible position,” Hermione told her as they walked back from the Quidditch pitch among the screaming Gryffindor fans. They’d won--yet again. “Obviously I don’t foresee that being likely, but if you pull it off somehow he’d probably be willing to tell you anything. The fact that you’re a pureblood is going to carry you through this whole ordeal. He’ll at least be accepting of your existence in the wizarding community.”

The bitter edge in Hermione’s tone made Y/N’s blood boil. There was no reason for Malfoy to be as prejudiced as he was--he’d spent his adolescence in Hermione’s academic dust. She was obviously smarter than him. 

“You got it, ‘Mione,” she said. Her voice barely carried over the cheers of her peers as they ascended the steps to the common room. “We’ll take this little ferret down. I can’t wait.”

“Don’t get too cocky, now.”

The Gryffindor after-party was crazy...per usual. The charmed self-filling goblets, the blasted playlist of Wizpop pumping through the air, and the buzzing energy of the room was giving Y/N a giant headache. She stood with Hermione and Harry by the edge of the crowd, watching Ron get hoisted up on the shoulders of the chasers. 

“No wonder the Slytherins think we’re Neanderthals,” Y/N mused. For once, Hermione didn’t respond. “Hermione? Is everything okay?”

The second she turned away to look at her best friend, gasps and whistles filled the room. She whipped back just in time to see Lavender Brown, a sweet but slightly ditzy girl in their year, pull away from a kiss with Ron.

“Oh shi--Hermione!”

Harry and Y/N shared a glance before darting after the witch--who had impressively already made it to the door. 

“Hermione, wait!” Y/N called as they jogged after her, throwing open the common room entrance and finding her sat by the tapestry on the other side of the hall, knees to her chest.

“‘Mione, what’s wrong?” asked Harry.

“Don’t be daft, Harry,” said Y/N. “You saw exactly what the rest of us did.”

“I don’t understa--”

“Harry.” Her voice was taut. “I know you’re just trying to help, but I think that it might be best if you let us be. Go back and enjoy the party.”

He gave her a tight, grateful smile before darting back through the door. Y/N wasted no more time in walking over to Hermione and throwing her arms around her shoulders.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, hugging her tight. Hermione made no move to detach them, so she continued. “Ron is an idiot. You deserve so much better--your first kiss was Viktor fucking Krum, after all. You’re hot stuff and this place is just unfortunately running dry of men who are impressive enough for you. Once you’re out of here and working in the Ministry, you’re gonna have the time of your life with men actually in your league.”

Hermione managed a sniffly laugh as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “It’s just so fucking embarrassing, you know. Like, I have a crush on him because I think he understands me and I smelled him in my Amortentia and I thought he’d like me back, but…” She hiccuped. “Then he goes off and kisses Lavender Brown, of all people. There’s nothing particularly wrong with her or anything, but she’s so different...I’m so bookish, and she’s so girly and everything I’m not…”

Y/N took the opportunity to tuck a lock of Hermione’s hair behind her ear as she listened.

“And it can’t help but make me think--was I ever anything to him but a friend? If the girl he ends up choosing is the opposite of me?”

“Girly, don’t think like that,” murmured Y/N. “He’s a teenage boy. They don’t think of love the way that we do--to them it’s a game of availability, not of choice. At least for Ronald. You intimidate him, and by extension, you’re not available.”

“That shouldn’t matter!”

“You’re right. It shouldn’t.” Y/N drew a long breath. “So you should find someone who always has you as their first choice--someone who isn’t intimidated by your intellect. They’re out there. I promise.”

Hermione managed a shaky smile. “Thanks, Y/N. I mean it. Do you mind if I have some alone time? I don’t think I’m ready to go back to the party but I just want some quiet.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need me,” she said, brushing herself off and making to walk down the hall.

“You’re not going back to the party?”

“Nah. It hurts my head and I want fresh air. If I’m not back here in a half hour, assume that I’ve been kidnapped.”

With that, she started her walk. She wasn’t planning on going on a long stroll--there was a small balcony that she often went to when she needed to clear her head. It was beautiful, especially on a snowy night like this.

But the walk was creepy.

There was only one way in and out--a narrow, damp hallway that had absolutely no light fixtures. If Y/N really wanted to, she could cast a quick lumos, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see what lived on the walls. The stairs were steep, too, but she managed to bound up all 40 of them in record time. 

“Who’s there?”

The sudden voice ripped a scream out of Y/N’s throat as she reached the top, catching a glimpse of the shadowy figure at the edge of the balcony that spoke. She clasped her hand over her mouth and she crept forward to the opening, getting a better look at the person that was in her secret spot.

The clouds shifted in the sky to allow more moonlight to cast a soft glow on Malfoy’s face, hardened with irritation.

“Malfoy?” Y/N asked, rather dumbly.

“What stellar observational skills,” he drawled. 

She felt her cheeks grow hot. “What are you doing here? This is part of the Gryffindor tower. Shouldn’t you be...I don’t know...playing hide and seek with the sewer rats in the dungeons?”

“Very funny.” His flat tone exposed the fact that he did not, in fact, find it very funny. “There’s no rule barring me from coming up here.”

“But why? This is my spot!”

“Because I wanted to get out. Now, I was here first, so unless you want your detention extended, I suggest you leave.”

Y/N bit the fiery comebacks on the tip of her tongue as the memories of her plan with Hermione began floating back to her. 

Week 1 -- Hold one neutral, civil conversation with Malfoy.

“I’ll be quiet. You won’t even know I’m here,” Y/N decided upon. leaning up against the balcony. The rogue snowflakes that made it past the overhanging roof melted on her cheeks. 

“That isn’t a suggestion,” said Malfoy. “I’m demanding you leave.”

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Y/N asked, pointedly ignoring his words. “I’ve always loved the snow. It’s so quiet.”

“And it would be even quieter if you left.”

“Aren’t you the conversationalist?” said Y/N.

“If you don’t leave, I will hex you,” Malfoy told her through gritted teeth. 

“I just love how the moonlight reflects off of the snow,” continued Y/N. “It’s so...pure.”

“Please leave.”

On her walk back down the dank stairwell, she allowed herself a little smile. 

Task 1? Technically done.

~ 

The first week went largely as planned. Malfoy was cold and certainly suspicious of her, but he wasn’t completely venomous when Y/N asked where he got his quill from in Potions. It was silver, charmed to shimmer with flecks of forest green. He told her Barnaby’s in France, and that was that. She walked away from his table with all of her limbs attached. Perhaps that was all the progress she was going to make in the next few weeks, but the task at hand certainly made the prospect of her lost Friday afternoons more bearable. 

Harry was going completely batty, rambling on about how Malfoy was behind the mysterious cursed objects that had been floating about the castle without explanation. 

“And why would Malfoy bring cursed objects to Hogwarts if he has aspirations other than being expelled?” Hermione would ask over their books.

“You don’t understand, Hermione! You girls need to be careful walking around at night--especially you, Y/N. I don’t want you going missing after detention because of that slimeball.”

Y/N always gave him a laugh, berating him for his slight misogynistic commentary and turning back to whatever her task was, but the truth was that she was worried for him. The mental weight of the impending war and the fact that he couldn’t do anything about it was certainly getting too difficult for him to bear. It was heartbreaking to see the vivacious boy she’d grown up with crumble under the responsibilities of something he should never have to worry about in the first place.

Friday came much sooner than expected, and Y/N reluctantly left her friends in the common room to trek to McGonagall’s office. The walk was frigid and the wind bit at her cheeks as she rounded the last outdoor hall.

Why was this castle so dark?

A thump behind her made her jump, and Harry’s words came floating back to her. 

Remember all those cursed objects? What if there’s someone just...stalking the school grounds, waiting for someone like me to snatch?

She shivered, throwing herself at the office door and slamming it behind her.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall greeted, her eyebrows raised in amusement. “Something giving you trouble?”

“No, Professor,” she answered, setting her bag down on the desk next to Malfoy. He sent her a curious look as well. “It’s just cold outside.”

She chuckled. “I need to go speak to Headmaster Dumbledore. I expect that, upon my return, you both are in one piece and alive.”

“I’m not sure if I’m the one who needs to be given that speech,” said Y/N, bored and testing the waters.

“She’s right, Professor,” added Malfoy. “There’s no projectiles here.”

McGonagall exhaled a long, shaky breath before brushing herself off. “Please. Behave yourselves.”

“You got it, boss,” she said as she watched her Professor walk out the door. “So, Malfoy. How was your week?”

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’d way prefer if you didn’t speak to me,” he said, refusing to make eye contact.

“I’m not up to anything! We’re in detention together and, I dunno, since I see you sometimes at balls, I thought it’d be nice to be on good terms.”

“Good terms?” He scoffed. “You’re a Gryffindor. I’d rather you be a bloody Hufflepuff.”

“How about neutral terms?”

Even though he wasn’t looking at her, she could catch a glimpse of him rolling his eyes. “If neutral terms mean you being quiet, then, yes. Please.”

“I’ll be plenty quiet. After I hear about your opinion on what happened in Potions today with Brown and Weasley. When Snape yelled at them for holding hands.”

He let out a sharp sigh. “Believe it or not, I actually have better things to do than keep up with whatever stuff your house does.”

“But…?” Y/N pressed. She may not’ve spent her time at Hogwarts as Malfoy’s best friend, but she had grown up with the boy, and she could tell when he was holding back.

He stared blankly at her.

“Come on. I’m literally the only person in my house who’ll openly admit that they’re disgusted by that dynamic. I’m begging you.”

She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but she thought she saw a flicker of amusement dance across his face for a moment. “Your house sounds more like a cult than a student group.”

“Oh, says the one from Slytherin,” said Y/N. 

“We only act like that because our families are close. What’s your excuse? Hormones and Quidditch culture?”

“Touché.” As much as she wanted to fight back, she bit her tongue. Whatever she was doing was making progress, and quicker progress than she was expecting. Her next task was to make him laugh, and she was emboldened by the fact that she could potentially be able to kill two birds with one stone. 

They sat in silence for a little bit, but this time, it was a comfortable silence. Malfoy wasn’t staring at the clock on the wall or rolling his eyes at her every move, so she had time to plot.

On one hand, she could make a fool of herself--drop her inkwell, say something stupid in class, fall down the stairs--but she had a sneaking suspicion that her sorry attempts at slapstick humor wouldn’t land well with Draco anymore. He’d become so serious lately, so solemn. This was the most light hearted she’d seen him, even compared with how he acted with the rest of his Slytherin lackeys. 

On the other, she could try to sell out her friends. She could confide in him how “big” Hermione’s teeth were (they weren’t even big) or tell him that Ron smelled of eggs (true, but that was a low blow). Something told her that this would be much more successful, but she wasn’t willing to turn to that so quickly--she was already a week ahead as it was. 

“What is it?” 

Malfoy’s bored drawl cut through her flurried thoughts. Her cheeks turned pink as she blinked, noticing that she’d been staring at him for far too long. “Nothing. Sorry. I just spaced out.”

“Sure,” he mumbled, giving her another suspicious look before turning back to his work. “Can you maybe space out somewhere other than my face?”

“Where’s your vanity, Malfoy?” she pressed as she leaned back in her chair, hair swinging over the back. 

“Shut up,” he snapped. She could tell that whatever connection they’d had in the fleeting moments beforehand was being burnt by the second, but her embarrassment and pride drove her forward.

“Merlin, what’s got you so wound up?” she prompted, noting how deliciously unraveled he looked at this. “Where’s my cool, collected Slytherin?”

He slammed hands on his desk at this, whipping around to glare at her. “What’s your angle, Y/L/N?”

“What?”

“Why are you bothering me?”

“Because I want to.” She beamed.

Malfoy ran his fingers through his hair, mussing up the usual neat manner in which it normally laid on his head. “Compelling. What do you want from me?”

“What do I want…?” She tilted her head at him, narrowing her eyes. “What?”

“You never talk to me,” he explained. “Obviously, I prefer it like that. I can’t help but wonder why suddenly you want to be making small talk. So, what is it you want from me?”

“Malfoy,” she said. “I think you’re a spoiled prick who thinks far too highly of himself and drives me insane. But I also think that you’re funnier than what my friends give you credit for. Granted, you’ve always been annoying, but I don’t want anything from you. I just want to, I dunno, make these next few months less insufferable.” Somehow the lie slipped through her teeth easier than any of her previous bluffs. 

He frowned, his mouth opening once before firmly screwing shut into a scowl. “Oh.”

“No offense, Malfoy, but what else can you offer me other than your dazzling personality?” she teased. “You know my family. I don’t need to blackmail you to pay for jewelry I’ve had my eye on or anything.”

He scoffed. “As if I’d say yes.”

“Exactly my point. It’d be fucking weird. Merlin, I’m not trying to butter you up to buy out Borgin & Burkes for me. Do I give off gold-digger vibes? Is that what this is about?”

“Fucking hell.” Malfoy turned to her in disbelief. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Answer my question. Or better yet, pull out your wallet. Wait, did I say that out loud?” She mimed surprise and covered her mouth. “Oh no! What will my mother say now that I’ve squandered my last chance of hitching you? There’s no way I can go home for Christmas break now.”

He rolled his eyes so hard she found herself worried for a moment that they were going to just permanently get stuck in the back of his head. “Hate to break it to you, but you didn’t really have a shot to begin with.”

Ouch.

She huffed and dramatically flopped over the back of her chair, hoping he couldn’t see that she’d flinched. “So you don’t think I’m pretty??” 

“Y/L/N,” he snapped, his voice a low warning. “Can I please just work? What is with you today?”

Y/N sent him a sour look before giving her Charms work another look. Malfoy was awfully quiet, and when she snuck any glances at him later on, he was angled to face away from her. 

Why did she feel like such shit all of a sudden? She cataloged the past events, trying to pinpoint the exact moment that her stomach dropped. It all made sense when the words “You didn’t really have a shot to begin with” echoed around her head once again. She’d failed Harry. She’d failed Hermione. There was no way that she was going to be able to get him to reveal his secrets now--it’s not like he was confiding in even his closest friends as Harry made apparent when he explained how vague his statements were to his fellow Slytherins on the train. Her only chance would’ve been to somehow get him to fall for her, and that wasn’t going...great. And it had been a pipedream to begin with.

When McGonagall swished back into the classroom to dismiss them, Y/N shot out of there without even looking at Malfoy again. It felt like something was lodged in her throat and she was not going to cry in front of him. No, no. She had to make it to Hermione to tell her what was going on. 

“Y/L/N?” 

Malfoy’s voice made her pause in her flee as she nearly rounded the corner in front of her, but she refused to look back. It was far enough away that it was possible she didn’t hear him.

“Wait!”

She was up the stairs and speed walking as fast as her legs could carry her to the Gryffindor tower before he even saw which way she went.

~

“I don’t think you understand,” Y/N wailed by the fire as Hermione rubbed her shoulders and Harry sat awkwardly perched on the couch. “I can’t do this. The only way this was going to work was if he had a crush on me, and I don’t think he ever will. I fucked it up! The one time you guys need me, I fuck it up! I let you down!”

Hermione’s left hand stopped its rubbing to rest firmly on her shoulder. “Please don’t be upset. You didn’t let us down. Plus, you’re only, what...two weeks in? You don’t need him to like you to make it work. Just getting him to trust you will be enough, and you’re good at that.”

“I don’t think so,” continued Y/N. “Harry said that he wasn’t even that open on the train when he overheard him talking to all of his friends. And those are purebloods that he likes! That he’s trusted and known for years and years! I’m a friend of you guys, and he knows it. I think he’d figure it out quick.”

“We should take every chance we can get,” said Harry from his spot a few feet away, his eyes lazy and unfocused on the fire crackling in front of them. “You won’t let us down if you can’t get anything, Y/N, you know that! But if you got anything from him, it’d be incredible. It’s a win-win. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“I’m not upset,” she said, her tone becoming defensive. “I just...don’t want to mess this up. I know how much it’d mean if I succeeded.”

“So just try!” Hermione said. “There’s nothing wrong with it. I’m sorry he was kind of mean to you today, but I don’t think that should bother you too much. He should be more afraid of what you’d say if you didn’t care about being a good person.”

“Fucking right on there,” she said, wiping away the frustrated tears. “If I was honest with him, he’d leave crying. He should be grateful that I’m taking this bet so I actually have to be nice to him.”

“That’s the spirit.” Harry leaned over to smack her back like he did his Quidditch teammates after a winning match. 

After they’d parted their ways with Harry, Hermione and Y/N made their way slowly up the stairwell to the girls’ dorms. 

“Y/N?” Hermione asked, breaking the silence. 

“Yeah?”

“Do you think, er…” She paused. “Do you think you were really upset about failing us today? Or was it something else?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t see what else it would be.”

“I’m sorry,” responded the bright witch. “Forget I ever asked. It was a stupid thing to wonder about.”

“Weirdo,” she teased as she waved her a goodnight and made her way to her dorm.

The next morning, Y/N busied herself with revising her Charms essay over her breakfast--a cup of tea and a half-buttered piece of toast--while Hermione leaned over her shoulder, nodding or grimacing at the corrections she made. 

“Did you work during detention? Like, at all?”

“‘Mione,” moaned Y/N. “It’s too early for this. I don’t want a lecture. I just couldn’t focus.”

Her warm brown eyes narrowed as they bore into Y/N’s face. “Why were you distracted?”

“Oh, I, uh…” She stumbled over her words as Hermione drew closer. “Merlin, Hermione. I told you last night. I just felt like I was letting you all down.”

“Mhm,” was all she got in response before her best friend tilted her head back down to the parchment in front of her. 

Y/N sat, completely puzzled. What was Hermione on about? She’d been straightforward with what was hurting her--she didn’t want to mess up the only task the Golden Trio had ever given her--and, even if she hadn’t been, Hermione was smart enough to deduce things for herself. So what was she thinking about?

Her eyes drifted over to the Slytherin table where the usual 6th year pureblood gang loitered about, drinking black coffee and sulking--but Malfoy was not to be seen. She jumped when her eyes met Parkinson, her dark eyes burning into her soul as a deep scowl was written across her face.

“Malfoy, what the fuck do you want?” Ron’s voice pulled her back to reality to see him glaring somewhere behind her.

“I wasn’t here to talk to you,” a familiar voice drawled. 

She turned to see Malfoy standing behind her, a sneer written all across his stupidly pretty face.

“Miss me already?” asked Y/N as she raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. 

“For fuck’s sake, stop doing that,” he mumbled, reaching into his pocket and throwing a box at her. “You forgot your quill. I took the liberty of properly storing it, because it seems like you lot like to just throw them in your bag. Makes me physically ill to watch.”

“Oh.” Y/N studied the intricate box in her hands before tucking it away in her knapsack. “Thanks? I guess?”

He nodded curtly, contorting his face into one last scowl to send to Ron before turning and leaving,

“So,” Hermione began, cutting her omelet at a much brisker pace, “I think we need to have a little chat. About...all of this.” 

“Why?” 

“Not right now,” she said, her voice low and her eyes flicking at Ron and Harry sitting across from them. “I don’t think it’d benefit us for them to hear.” 

“Ok?” She cautiously took a bite out of her toast and continued staring Hermione down. “You’re scaring me.”

“It’s...I don’t know. I thought I was crazy for thinking this, but it seems like we need to talk about it anyways. For this little mission of yours to work, we need to be totally open and honest with each other.”

“Sure.” Y/N took another bite. “I honestly have no clue what’s got you so on edge, though.”

“Who’s on edge?” Harry asked, leaning over the table and stealing the croissant on Y/N’s plate. 

“Hey!” she exclaimed. “Do you not see the entire plate of them over there?”

He laughed, sending her an easy grin and dunking a piece into the hot chocolate in his mug. “Finders keepers. Say, Y/N, are you busy next weekend? Ron and Lavender are going to Madame Puddingfoot’s together, and I know Hermione isn’t going to want to take a weekend off studying to go to Hogsmeade, so I thought that maybe we could go cause some trouble at the Cauldron.”

“If you stop stealing my food we can talk about it,” replied Y/N, the corners of her lips tugging up into a grin. 

“Deal.”

Hermione tugged at her arm. “I just realized I need to get something out of my room before we watch the Quidditch game. Will you come with me, Y/N?”

“Sure!” said Y/N. “Gee, I’m rolling in invitations today.”

Once they exited the dining hall, though, it immediately became evident that they were not actually heading up to the dorms. Hermione dragged her into the nearest bathroom before casting a quick silencing charm.

“Myrtle! Are you in here?” Only when she was sure silence was the only response to her question, she seemed satisfied to turn to Y/N and begin talking. “When were you going to tell me that you have a thing for Malfoy?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N felt the heat that had risen to her cheeks from the last quill-encounter re-emerge.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” said Hermione. “Are you seriously going to expect me to believe that you nearly sobbed over some random pureblood git telling you you never had a chance with him because it might slow down your progress with helping us? Actually? I’ve seen you look more ecstatic about hearing that your dear granny passed away.”

“To be fair, she had really good life insurance,” Y/N cut in. “And she was an old hag. Never had a nice thing to say to me.”

“Life insurance or no life insurance...you can’t seriously expect me to believe that you were just upset about not being able to help us as much. That was ridiculous. I don’t buy it. And the way you blushed like crazy when he came over to talk to you--the way you try and pretend like you can flirt...please. Y/N, it’s clear as day. I know you, and I know you have a crush on him.”

“Hermione!” hissed Y/N. “You have no clue what you’re talking about!”

“Yes, I think I do,” she pushed. “And you need to be honest with me if you want to be of any help right now.”

Her bossiness lit a fire of rage in Y/N’s chest, but she sucked in a deep breath, shutting her eyes before releasing it. “Believe me when I say I haven’t ever acknowledged any feelings I may or may not have towards him.”

“Ok.” Her face softened. “I know it might take time, but I honestly do think I’m right. Please just...be careful. This is a really odd situation to get caught up in if you actually have feelings for the other person. You’re trying to manipulate him, for Merlin’s sake.”

“And if I have these feelings for him, I’ve done a pretty damn good job of suppressing them for however long they’ve been here.” 

Hermione sighed. “That’s true. I’m just saying that spending this much time with him is probably only going to make things worse. Will you please tell me if anything changes between the two of you?”

“Anything changes?” Y/N’s voice was dripping in disbelief. “You’re joking. Even if I was obsessed with him I don’t think there���s ever a chance of hell in anything ‘changing’ between us. He said it himself.”

“You know what I mean, Y/N,” responded Hermione. “Just promise me, ok?”

“Ok,” said Y/N. “I promise.”

That seemed to satiate Hermione as she nodded approvingly at her friend. “I think it goes without saying that Ron and Harry shouldn’t hear about this.”

“There’s nothing to hear about, but yes.” She shuffled her feet before meeting Hermione’s eyes again. “Er, I’m sorry for this being a weird question, but would you mind coming along with me and Harry to Hogsmeade? I don’t really see him like...that...and I don’t want to read into it too much and reject him if he is doing it just platonically, but just in case. Y’know.”

“Sure,” said Hermione, even though her face took on that curious expression yet again. “Anyways, you actually did forget something--you’re not wearing a single piece of Gryffindor colors for our game today. You should probably run back to your dorm before Harry and Ron notice.”

After they said their goodbyes, Y/N found herself turning over the things Hermione had said to her in her head. Did she like Malfoy? No, no fucking way. But a part of her really did think he was funny. And of course it was natural to feel rejected when anyone insinuates that they’d never consider you as a romantic interest without jest. 

Once she’d made it up to her room and grabbed a few scarves, Y/N made to put her red cloak into her satchel. Her fingers ghosted over the box that Malfoy had given her and scoffed once she saw the Malfoy crest engraved into the rich wood. 

Narcissistic snot.

Her curiosity got the better of her as she reached over to open up the elaborately decorated box. What met her was not just one quill but two--one of which was most certainly not her own. 

She took them both out, tossing the old one in a pile with her other trusty familiar white feather quills and picked up the other one. It looked familiar--identical to the quill that she’d complimented Malfoy on in Potions about a week ago. Butterflies began to flutter like crazy in her stomach as she turned it over in her hand, watching the gray and green glitter together and the magic sparkles cast a gentle light over her bed. She generally avoided dipping into her family’s pockets to get school supplies any more than she had to--it’s not like it made her friends feel good about themselves when they were reminded how rich her family was--but this might be what she could consider to be an exception. She hadn’t even liked his quill all that much when she first saw it in Potions--but it was one of those things that was so noticeable that it made sense to compliment him. 

She gave it one last look before tucking it back away into the elaborately decorated box. Perhaps she had spoken too soon when she’d told Hermione all hope was lost. 

~ 

When Monday morning Potions class with the Slytherins rolled around, Y/N wasted no time. Malfoy was alone--even his Slytherin lackeys seemed to know not to bother him. Just what she needed.

“Malfoy,” she greeted, setting her bag down on his table and looking him dead on. He raised to meet her eyes, his eyebrow raised.

“Can I help you?”

“I just wanted you to know that I also really like your immense fortune,” she said. “And your manor.”

“Well, a lot of people do,” he mumbled as he looked away to dig through something in his bag. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought he was blushing.

“I’m just letting you know,” she continued. “In case you were wanting to give them away. It worked for the quill, so I thought, well, why not?”

He exhaled, a deep and annoyed sound escaping his lips as he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. “I knew I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You really didn’t have to.”

“I was getting sick of it,” he told her. “I never can stick with one quill for too long, and I thought it’d be a shame to toss it. I thought it’d be better to be charitable--it’s not like your family could get an appointment at Barnaby’s if they tried.”

“Hey!” Y/N said indignantly. “You don’t know that!”

“I’ve heard your parents try to speak French,” he said. “If you’re anything like them, you'll be barred from ever entering the country.”

“Malfoy!” 

His lips turned up into a smile, a soft laugh escaping his lips. Y/N suppressed the urge to grin in return. Task 3? Done. “What?”

“I can’t even argue with you,” she said. “It’s tragic.”

She stared at the empty stool next to him, wondering if she should just take the leap and sit with him. Malfoy seemed unbothered by her presence as he opened up his Potions book and set it next to his cauldron. “Do you want a partner?” The words left her lips before she could stop them.

He cast her a curious look before glancing at the empty stool. “It depends. Are you going to be annoying?”

She gasped in faux-offense. “What makes you think I could ever be annoying?”

“On that note, I think you better get back to Potter.” He motioned with his head towards the side of the room where most of her Gryffindor friends were chatting. Harry was staring at her, his fists clenched by his side.

Y/N smirked and sent him a wink. 

“On that note,” she said, careful to imitate Malfoy’s drawl and sending him a smug grin, “Maybe I better sit here.”

“Hm.” He awarded her one more uninterested look before rolling up his sleeves and setting out the ingredients for the potion they were brewing--Amortentia. 

She tried not to make it too obvious that she was staring at his left arm, but there was nothing on it like Harry had told her. It was just pure, unblemished pale skin that shimmered under the light. Before he could catch her looking, she quickly sat down and started pulling out her own things. After a short pause, she decided to take out the silver quill. She’d left his box back in her room--she wouldn’t be caught dead with something that had the Malfoy crest on it--but she’d wrapped it in a pouch with her own family’s emblem on the front, shimmering in gold and red.

“Why don’t you just buy your own charmed quills?” asked Malfoy after they had chopped all of the gillweed. 

“You already know. We’re an abomination to the French. We aren’t allowed entry.”

“That’s not what I mean.” His tone was meant to read as exasperated, but his words still seemed good-natured.

“I...well.” She frowned. She’d never confessed this to anyone, but she supposed that Malfoy wasn’t going to find a way to use it against her. “I don’t like to flaunt my family wealth. I think it makes people, at least in Gryffindor, like me less. I learned that pretty early on.”

He hummed something in response before sliding all the gillweed into the cauldron, turning the clear liquid into a bubbling forest green. 

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” she asked. 

He took his time finishing the note he was jotting down before he answered. “I’m not being nice. It’s just called being civil. You said it yourself, we see each other at balls sometimes.”

“We probably won’t anymore, though,” she mused. 

Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up, but his voice remained low and steady. “No. I suppose that we probably won’t. Is your family part of the Order?”

“Hm. Are you a Death Eater?” she asked brazenly. He had no business asking her something like that, and he knew it. Especially not with his family connections.

“What do you think?” he drawled, waving his bared left arm in front of her face.

“Bullshit. That doesn’t mean anything after we learned Glamour spells last year.”

“Guess you’ll just have to trust me, then,” he responded, focusing intently on the bubbling liquid in front of him instead of her face. 

“I guess so,” she replied. The weight of her Glamour comment began to sink in--she was right, after all. How had she not thought of it before? 

But he was right when he told her she just had to trust him. Could she? Y/N rested her chin in the palm of her propped hand as she watched him work. A piece of disobedient moonbeam blonde hair dangled over his forehead as he diced up the unicorn tail, his eyebrows furrowed in focus.

“Is this why you want to be my partner?” he finally asked after a few moments of silence. “So you can just stare at me while I do all the work?”

“There’s the vain Draco I know,” she said, grinning as she leaned over to punch his shoulder. 

He rolled his eyes again, scooting out of arm's reach before flipping back to Amortentia in his book. “You’re insufferable. And it’s Malfoy to you.”

“Fine, fine, Malfoy,” said Y/N. “What do you want me to do, then?”

He shoved his cutting board towards her, the half-diced unicorn tail staring up at her. “Finish dicing this and then stir it in. 9 times clockwise. I did almost all of the work, but it should be finished after that.”

Y/N sent him another glare before doing as he said. The glittering quill kept catching her attention from the corner of her eye, and she couldn’t help but notice that Malfoy was writing with just a plain white quill for the time being. HE really did just give it to me. 

After the final ingredients were diced, she began to stir, each rotation around the cauldron turning the potion to a different color. It began as the bubbling green, then a deep sea blue, then a royal purple, a crimson blood red, a glimmering gold--before settling into a pale silver.

“Wow. It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “It’s like...liquid starlight.”

“All thanks to me,” said Malfoy. “You didn’t even have to crush the Mandrake root.”

“You’re such a gentleman, Malfoy.” Her voice dripped in fake sincerity. “So, what do you smell?”

Y/N was expecting him to scowl at her and tell her that it wasn’t any of her business, but he actually leaned over the cauldron and shut his eyes. 

“I’ve never been good at explaining what things smell like.” 

“Fair.”

Once he leaned back, she took his place, shutting her eyes and breathing in a tendril of the beautiful potion. “Whoa.”

“What’s it for you?”

“I don’t...know,” she admitted. “It’s not something I can describe note by note. It kind of reminds me of something, though.”

“Something with Potter, I presume?” he said, casually twirling his generic white quill around his fingers.

“No,” she answered, surprised at how honest she was being. “It’s…I’m trying to think. Er, it’s very lavish. It reminds me of when I was younger and my parents would drag me to galas and balls and whatnot.” 

He stared at her in silence.

“What about you? Does it remind you of anything?”

“Yeah.” Malfoy reached forward to put a lid on the cauldron, effectively shutting out the steam from reaching either of them.

“Ooh, have you figured it out yet?” she teased, crossing her legs and turning to face him head on. “Let me guess. Is it someone like…”

She paused, a wicked smile stretching across her face. “Oh my god, is it Hermione? Or Luna? Or...help me out here!”

“No.” His voice was sour. 

“Ah, it’s Parkinson then, isn’t it? Tell her I’m sorry for throwing food at her if you ever have the chance. Make sure to add the part where I’m more sorry that I missed.” 

“Y/L/N!”

“It’s okay. I’d be a little let down, too.”

“Can you please just…” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Please just stop. I haven’t figured it out. Okay? Happy now?”

“I’ll leave you alone,” said Y/N. “Under one condition. You give me a hint. I’ve given you everything I know! This isn’t fair.”

“This doesn’t have to be fair,” he hissed.

Y/N kept the easy smile plastered on her face while she waited, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.

“You’re not going to let up until I tell you, are you?”

“You’d be right on that,” she said, sugary sweet.

“Fine. It’s something kind of floral.” 

“How descriptive,” she snorted as she slumped back in her stool, thinking hard. Where had she smelled it before? Y/N shut her eyes, leaning her head back and trying to immerse herself into the memory that had surfaced. It smelled like grandeur, like an open ballroom full of guests wearing expensive perfumes. She could feel spinning, spinning like she was with a dance partner. Who was it? She couldn’t quite remember--the last ball she’d been to had been years ago--but after she leaned forward and smelled the Amortentia once more time, she came to a conclusion.

“I had to have danced with him at a gala before,” she announced to Malfoy, who was looking quite unimpressed. “So I know it’s no one from Gryffindor.”

“Interesting,” was all he said before turning to his parchment and jotting something down.

Late that night, while Y/N was settling into bed, a strange idea struck her. Sure that the thought that was nagging her was completely fruitless, she had no trouble with reaching into her desk and pulling out the Malfoy box. She just had to check if she wanted to sleep well.

Here goes.

She closed her eyes, imagining the expensive scent of her Amortentia. Then she opened it, stuck her nose into the fabric, and breathed in.

Well, fuck. 

~

The internal debate going through Y/N the next day at the breakfast table was intense. On one hand, she really, really wanted to just tell Hermione that Malfoy had been in her Amortentia and she was completely fucked, but on the other…

She glanced at the witch next to her as she methodically sliced her toast into perfect, equivalent squares before dunking them in jam. Y/N liking Malfoy was not going to fit into her toast cubes. If she said anything, she would lose her excuse to talk to her about him. And her excuse to try and get close with him. 

Perhaps I can figure it out tomorrow. 

When tomorrow came, she still hadn’t made progress. Y/N was beginning to think that her so called “revelation” after they brewed Amortentia was truly just complete and utter bullshit. So what that his quill box smelled like it--all rich people kind of smelled the same at some points, and so did their houses. There was a reason why she couldn’t immediately pin the scent to anything--it wasn’t like she even knew what Malfoy smelled like.

But the truth remained that she was still attracted to someone who happened to be a rich Slytherin--so naturally, her mind began to wander. There’s no way it was Zabini--his mother owned a fragrance line, and she would’ve instantly recognized the cologne that she knew Mrs. Zabini made him wear--and there was absolutely no way that it was Crabbe or Goyle, so the only other Slytherin it left was...Nott? But that didn’t make sense either--she’d never spoken to him before in her life, even less than Malfoy. So perhaps it would be better if she didn’t think on it.

The next day of potion brewing came on a stormy Wednesday. Malfoy and Y/N worked silently together to brew a Draught of Dreamless Sleep. She was surprised to see how practiced his movements were--he didn’t even have to reference the book to recite the exact measurements and directions.

“Do you have bad dreams or something?” she asked, mostly as a joke. He didn’t seem to pick up on the light-heartedness and stiffened up.

“No?”

“Gee, you’re talkative today,” Y/N said, trying to ignore how her hand brushed his by accident when she added the scoop of anjelica. 

“Excuse me for not entertaining you,” he drawled. “I wasn’t expecting to have such a needy potions partner today.”

“I am not needy!” she gasped, smacking his arm. “I’ve sat in silence for a full hour!”

He rolled his eyes (he was always rolling his eyes) and gave the potion one more final stir before setting the lid on the cauldron. “Think you can do that again? It needs to simmer for that long.”

“Just because you’re so sweet to me,” crooned Y/N before pulling out a heavy book from her satchel. Her Charms exam was tomorrow, and, naturally, she had decided to save all of her revising work until the night before. The textbook stared back at her as she jotted a few notes onto a previously blank sheet of parchment. The quill in her hands was light and glided across the paper like the tears of Merlin, something that she had forgotten quills could do. All of her familiar basic quills were okay, but they were prone to skidding and breaking. This nib hadn’t worn down in the slightest, still at a smooth and defined peak.

Y/N couldn’t believe that, out of all people, the person to give her such a thoughtful gift was Draco Malfoy. She tried to sneak a glance at him then, moving her curtain of hair away from her face. It took all she had in her to not be startled at the fact that he was already looking back, a slightly concerned expression etched into his face.

“Is something wrong?” 

He snapped out of it the moment the words left her lips, his face hardening. “No.”

“Forget I ever asked,” she responded, turning away from him for good and focusing on her textbook. No, there was no way he could be what she smelled in her Amortentia. She liked to think that her subconscious wasn’t secretly a masochist.

~

Friday evening swung around again, much to Y/N’s dismay. She’d had a talk with Hermione later on in the week, confirming that no, she did not smell Malfoy in her Amortentia, and that yes, she was still abiding by the plan that Hermione had so carefully laid out for her. It did bother her a bit that she could be lying to her on both fronts--but at the end of the day, she was going to get the answers that Harry wanted, no matter what. 

She just had to get through the scary ass castle first. She’d forgotten how spooky Hogwarts was after her previous sprint to the door, and this time she was positively trembling by the time she turned another dark corner on her way to McGonagall’s office. Yet another cursed item had been found in the girl’s lavatory on the 3rd floor, right by some of the classes that she had taken earlier in the week. The fact that whoever was out there was capable of dark magic and actively wanted to hurt people terrified her, all that Gryffindor bravery be damned. 

So when she heard footsteps suddenly right beside her, it was no wonder that she jumped feet in the air.

“Fuck!” she sputtered, turning to see a very familiar blonde in Slytherin robes. He was frozen in place, curiously looking her up and down.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Malfoy,” Y/N said, resisting the urge to melt into a puddle of relief at the sight. This wasn’t right--wasn’t he a suspected Death Eater? “You scared me.”

He scoffed, digging his hands into his pockets. “You’re supposed to be the brave ones, right?”

“Huh?”

Malfoy motioned to her Gryffindor jumper. 

“Oh.” Heat rushed to her cheeks as she realized what he meant. “I dunno. I just get jumpy around the castle at night.”

“No shit.” They’d begun to walk now, side by side. Y/N couldn’t remember ever walking with him before--she’d always been late. “Do you think I forgot the way you screamed when you saw me at the tower?”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, reaching over and giving him a healthy shove. 

They walked in silence together. Malfoy moved noticeably slower than he normally did so he wouldn’t leave Y/N’s shorter legs in tow. McGonagall seemed pleasantly surprised to see Malfoy hold the door open for her.

“I’m glad to see you two getting along,” she said, giving Y/N a hesitant nod before grabbing the stack of papers on her desk. “I’ll be back momentarily.”

After she exited the room with a swish of her deep maroon robes, Malfoy turned to her. “Are you scared of the dark or something?”

She turned, ready to send a biting retort his way, before she noticed how gray his pallor looked...and how big the circles under his eyes were. “You look like shit, Malfoy. Is everything okay?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Oh. Um…” Y/N pause before deciding that the little tidbit of information she was about to reveal wasn’t that important anyways. “I’m just on edge at night at Hogwarts is all. Especially with all that weird shit going on with all the cursed objects. So I kind of hate walking to and from detention.”

Malfoy let out something that sounded like a strained laugh.

“You didn’t answer my question. Is everything okay?”

“None of your business,” he snipped. “I just had a bad night.”

“Do you have trouble sleeping?” she asked, unable to keep herself from prying.

“Something like that.”

“Have you tried lavender?”

“I’m sorry?” He frowned.

“Lavender. Like the essential oil. It’s nothing magical,” she explained. “I just like to spray it in my bed sometimes before I sleep. Or I’ll use a few drops in a diffuser. I have trouble sleeping too, all the time, actually.” She shut her mouth before she had any chance to ramble further.

“It sounds a bit too floral for my taste.”

“Here.” Y/N dug around in her satchel, searching for the tiny spray bottle she kept with her at all times. “Borrow this and spritz your pillow with it before you sleep, and then tell me it’s too floral. I promise it helps.”

He glared at her. She extended her hand with the white bottle that was covered in purple decor, raising her eyebrows expectantly. “I won’t tell anyone that you have it if that’s what you’re worried about or whatever.”

“Fine,” he snapped, snatching it from her hand and dragging his fingers over her palm for just a second. “Don’t expect me to actually try it, though.”

“Just give it a sniff.” 

He huffed, but to her surprise, he actually uncapped the top and held the spray hole up to his nose, inhaling in once.

The effect was immediate. Malfoy’s face completely drained of color, becoming even grayer than he’d been when she first saw him under the light. The briefest expression of surprise fleeted over his face before he wiped it off, replacing it with something unreadable and tossing it back at her. “I’m not using this.”

“Why not?”

“Not quite my taste,” he spat.

Y/N was shocked by the sudden outburst, watching as he continued to glower at his desk. “I don’t understand. It really does help you sleep. I know it seems stupid, but I...really think you should try it. Just once, if anything.”

“Why does it matter so much to you?”

“Because I--” Y/N stopped herself before she let her mouth run without check. “I know what it’s like is all. I feel like shit if I don’t sleep. Plus, I have to spend time with you every Friday. I imagine that you’ll be slightly more tolerable if you sleep more.”

“Hm.” He sent her a particularly venomous glare. “Thanks for your concern. Consider me uninterested, though.”

“You break my heart,” she teased, pulling back her hand and placing the bottle on the corner of her desk. An idea struck her.

“And just what are you smiling about?” Draco said. His lips were turned into a sour frown. 

“Nothing, nothing,” she responded, her voice adopting a sing-song quality. All she had to do now was wait. 

He exhaled, a deep and exasperated sound. Then he turned back to whatever was in front of him.

McGonagall entered the room a few minutes later, nodding cordially at the comfortable silence the two students were in. What she didn’t know was that Y/N was waiting, just waiting for Malfoy to dig through his satchel and stop paying attention to his quill.

She got her opportunity a few minutes later, when McGonagall called him up to look over his latest Transfiguration homework.

“Mr. Malfoy, I’m happy to see that you’re taking more initiative in getting your assignments done...I have to say that you had me a bit concerned…”

While her professor kept Malfoy occupied, Y/N darted over and grabbed his quill. 

Ha.

Malfoy frowned down at his desk when he returned, giving Y/N a suspicious look.

“What is it, Malfoy?” she said, hoping her voice conveyed nothing that might hint that she took something of his.

“Nothing.”

“Hm.”

The rest of detention passed without any more discussion. Y/N was eager to run up to her dorm and set up her plan to be carried out the next morning, but she calmed her bouncing leg and forced herself to keep a straight face when McGonagall dismissed them.

“Got somewhere to be, Y/L/N?” Malfoy’s voice called after her as she sped down the hall towards the Gryffindor tower. 

“What’s it to you?” she fired back.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he picked up his pace until he was walking next to her.

“Aren’t the Slytherin dorms the other direction?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Are they?” 

She allowed herself to be amused by the way words flowed out of his mouth when he was slightly out of breath. “Why are you walking with me?”

“You said it yourself.” He kept his eyes cast on the cobblestones below them. “You don’t like walking alone at night.”

“Uh...oh.” Against her will, her feet froze and she was glued to the ground. “You’re joking, right?”

If the lighting wasn’t so dim, Y/N would have good reason to believe he was blushing with how intently he was studying his fingernails. “By all means, I can be.”

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, the words tumbling out of her mouth. “Er...I’d like you to. If you want to, that is.”

He shrugged, an elfish expression spreading across his face as he took in how nervous she was. “Well, come to think of it, you didn’t ask me to. I suppose I better get back to the Slytherin dorms anyways. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near the Gryffindor Tower right now.”

“Why?” she squeaked.

“Oh, you know, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that most of the cursed things showed up on your side of the castle, yeah?”

She gulped.

“I gotta get going. Don’t want to stand around here too long. This place gives me the creeps.” With that, he turned and began walking away.

“Malfoy?” She hated how timid her voice sounded. “Consider this me asking you to walk with me.”

He slowly faced her, a sly grin plastered all over his face. “Oh? Did I hear that correctly? Do you want me to?”

“I’m only going to say this once,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and trying her best to look intimidating. “Walk with me. Please.”

“I guess I’ll take it.” Malfoy glided down the hallway to her in just a couple steps, sending her yet another smug look.

“You made up that whole ordeal about Gryffindor Tower being targeted, didn’t you?” asked Y/N as they rounded the corner to reach the staircase leading up to the common room.

“You bought it, didn’t you?” 

“Who says I didn’t just want you to walk with me?” pushed Y/N. This was as close to flirting as it would ever get for her--but it looked like, somehow, things were falling into place. The heat in her cheeks must’ve been from the excitement of making progress. 

Malfoy’s toe caught on the first stair and, if it weren’t for Y/N’s steady grip on his arm, would’ve made him go sprawling across the stone steps. 

“Merlin, Malfoy,” she said, immediately dropping her grip from his shoulder. “What’s gotten into you?”

He responded with an unceremonial snort and a withering glare. The rest of the walk was done in silence, and Y/N noted how careful his footwork became around the Gryffindor steps.

“This is me,” she finally said once they reached the tapestry for the Gryffindor dorms. He seemed surprised, and only then did it strike her that he’d probably never seen the entrance himself before. “Thanks for being such a gentleman.”

“I live to serve,” he drawled.

And just like that, he was gone.

~

Her plan was simple. She had located an extra monogrammed pouch in her cabinet, a rich mahogany color with her family crest in a vivid gold, and placed both his quill and the lavender bottle. She would corner him after breakfast or follow him out of the Great Hall and show him then.

However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Malfoy was not coming to Saturday morning breakfast. Many people didn’t, but Y/N had never known him to miss it. His normal spot was vacant, and it certainly wasn’t a house-made decision as all of his Slytherin friends were present and accounted for. Y/N couldn’t say for sure, but she could see Parkinson turning her head to the entrance every time the doors thudded open before glancing back to Malfoy’s empty seat when it turned out to be someone else.

Where was that loser?

“Excuse me,” she said to the trio as she stood up and brushed off her skirt. “I think I’m going to go get some fresh air. I have a bitch of a headache.”

Hermione and Harry expressed their sympathies while Ron gave her a characteristic mumble through his mouthful of bread, and she was off with the pouch secured in her cloak pocket.

It was a clear November morning, clearly Mother Nature’s attempt to slowly move the world from the crisp autumn to a cold winter. The sky was clear and the sun’s rays warmed her skin at a slanted angle, casting weak shadows across the courtyard.

If I were Malfoy, where would I go to sulk?

The obvious answer was either the Slytherin common room or his own dorm, but that was without a doubt out of question for her. She wasn’t even sure if she possessed the knowledge to guess which corridor the entrance was in, much less work out the password herself. Beyond that, just getting into the common room and waiting would be...She shivered. It would be a terrible idea while she was clearly wearing a cloak in Gryffindor red and gold trim. 

As she continued her aimless wander around the castle, she heard the slightest sound from the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. It wasn’t ever really in use--no one came in there to actually use the loo unless they wanted Myrtle to materialize and tell them her supernatural troubles while they were in the middle of their personal business--but it was often the source of strange happenings. 

Like the cursed objects she thought to herself, her nails digging into her palms. But did she care about that right now? Surely cursed objects seemed somewhat...suspicious. Dark magic was difficult to hide, and to a pureblood eye that grew up around magical objects, cursed things shouldn’t be impossible to spot. 

And, plus, it was Malfoy she was looking for. None of the students had died from the curses so far, and if she was able to break through and learn something, or at the very least gain his trust, the reward to the Order would be more than worth it.

She stepped in, expecting to see an entirely empty bathroom with perhaps a ghost rattling around at the sink. Instead, a different sight awaited her.

Draco Malfoy was clutching the edge of the cracked sink basin in front of him, rocking himself back and forth and shaking. From her vantage point, she could see that he was dressed in his normal garb--a black ensemble--but his hair was unruly and messy, sticking up in the back like he’d hurriedly tugged something over his head.

A strangled gasp grounded her and halted her curious observations. Malfoy began to make these awful sobbing sounds, like he could barely manage to breathe. 

Y/N was frozen in place as she surveyed her options. If she stayed and tried to talk to him, he might react in anger or hurt her. But if she just left him, like this, all alone...She swallowed once before stepping forward.

“Malfoy? Are you okay?” Obviously he’s not, you bint said a voice deep in her brain. She pushed it aside as he swung around, his wand raised and his eyes blazing. “Whoa! I’m not going to...Put your wand down!”

He stared at her, his eyes wide with horror as he continued to shake, so much so that his wand slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor. Without thinking, Y/N reached into her pocket and flung her wand away, holding her hands up.

“I’m not going to try anything. I promise.”

As she drew closer, she could see the remnants of tears on his wet cheeks and the way that his silver eyes were rimmed with a bloodshot red. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he hissed, his voice weak and cracking. 

“Neither should you. This is the girl’s bathroom.”

final a/n: ok so lmk if you guys wants me to continue. i really did not edit the last half fjkdsal;f also kinda made this an au where malfoy tried to assassinate dumbledore. with more than one cursed object but dw it’ll all make sense ill clear that up 😭

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ there's more

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ there's more to Yeonjun than meets the eye... or maybe, there's just more of him.

You were never fond of carnivals and amusement parks. Whenever you visit, it's either too crowded or uninterested in things to do. Some carnival game booths are scams and that does not sound good to you at all.

The rides... They were fine, you were more indoors than outdoors. Basically, you're just a picky person when it comes to places like that. However, for the sake of your friends, you still accepted to go.

Everyone was separated into groups of three. The two boys; Beomgyu and Taehyun kept dragging you around the park. Their voices becoming high-pitched at their rising excitement.

"Come on, yn! Just one game, hm?" Beomgyu, hand in hand with you, whined. All you've been doing is letting them drag you.

While the two boys were having fun; playing games and riding rides, you were busy on the side; watching them scream their lungs out or distracted by something else.

You shook your head at Beomgyu's offer of game. "Gyu, you know the answer is no..."

"Oh? Choi Yeonjun?" Immediately, you both turned your heads to where Taehyun was. The boy had spotted a classmate who was working by the game booths.

His toothy grin shown to the people who visits his booth... It was mostly girls fanning over him though.

"Let's go ask him!" Again, Beomgyu drags you as theh ran to where he is. By the time, you were there, Yeonjun was bidding a child goodbye after winning. "Ayo, Choi Yeonjun!"

Yeonjun jumps at the shout of his name. His eyes turned to your direction, surprised to see you there as you told him you are not fond of such places.

"This is a sight to see." You sigh at his words before looking away. The two boys, however, just snickered at his remarks.

"yn wants to play a game! What's the game you're taking care of?" Your eyes widen at Beomgyu's sudden words. You never said that.

Yeonjun's face gleamed with delight. His smile making your heart do somersaults. You turn away to avoid his loving gaze.

"You basically just have to shoot the balloon. If the 3 balloons you shot have a pink slip in them, you win. You just need one pink slip to win!" He said while showing one finger.

You turned to the balloons. They were all under the shadows to make it unknown where the slip is hidden in.

"yn, here!" Taehyun gives you a ticket... Can't believe you're really doing this. You glared at the ticket before giving it to Yeonjun. His delighted smile got wider when he gives you the toy gun.

You doubt he'll tell you where the pink slip are. You knew these games were a scam. "I just have to shoot 3 balloons and find the pink slip, right?" You asked and he nodded.

You took the gun from his hand. Your gaze scanning over the balloons stuck onto the board. Yeonjun's grin never left his lips...

You can't tell if it was a smug or he just genuinely happy to have you there.

You shot one balloon in the 2nd row, unfortunately getting now. You scoffed, very expected. You won't be surprised if there's no pink slip in tbe balloons.

"Two more, yn!" Beomgyu cheered and brought embarrassment to you. You sigh, why did you agree to go with them again? Yeonjun moves closer to your steady body.

"You do realise that games like these have always been a scam?" He whispered.

"You think I don't know that?" You shot another one. Again, there was nothing. You groaned once more and decided to look around the booth. Your eyes slightly widen when you saw some balloons stuck on top as well.

"They're scams cause you don't really tell them the truth." You shot your last balloon from the top of the board. A balloon that was hang, instead of taped.

You notice a pink slip fall to the ground and you came to face a shocked Yeonjun. You could hear Beomgyu and Taehyun cheering your name and other people clapping for your achievement.

"I'm impressed you even noticed that... YOU WIN!" Yeonjun clapped his hand before he gets a prize. However, before you accept it, you told him to give it to the boys.

"Thanks for the game, Yeonjun." You patted his shoulder. A smile that reciprocated his minutes before had appeared on your lips.

The feeling of victory of winning such scam ran through your head. You were lucky, that's all. You just saw the other balloons.

"See you around, Yeonjun!" Taehyun said, the stuffed toy in his arms before he starts to drag you once more.

The male's gaze never left your figure. A much more obvious smug grin arrived to his lips when he noticed you entering the indoor park next.

He wonders if you will ever meet him.

It's been hours and the evening had arrived. You were all able to reunite with your other friends but instead, you got yourself lost.

Now, there's no sight of Beomgyu nor Taehyun. You were clueless, it does not help that you don't know the park very well either. All you could do is look around the colorful indoor area of the park.

Children and families running past you while you were starting to panic. You shut your eyes; maybe, not yet the time. You begin to walk around.

"My, my! Is my lady lost?" You turned around at the familiaity of the voice. Your eyes widen to see Choi Yeonjun again... But with different clothes? It was very different from his pink and baby blue outfit from earlier.

He's wearing something more casual, yet it made him look so good. He looked like those wealthy kids who's going to rent out the whole park for himself. But wait — why is he here when he should be taking care of the game booth?

Yeonjun must've sensed your puzzles thoughts as he laughed. "Come on! I saw your friends earlier. Let me guid you to them." He pointed at a certain direction... Still suspicious, you nodded your head.

"Do you work here as well?" You asked and he nodded. A bolder smile greeted you when he turned around. Is he really the Choi Yeonjun you saw hours before?

He halted his steps to look at you. His hand reached for your own before he planted a kiss on it. A blush came running to your cheeks before he smirks at you.

"I do, m'lady. Let me show you around while looking for your friends." The way his hair was styled brought butterflies into your stomach.

Why does he suddenly feel so different? His aura was different, his outfit, his whole vibe... It feels like a different person and it's confusing you.

"My lady, you can take a picture. It lasts longer than staring at me." He smiles and you turn away, surprised by your own doing. Maybe, there's just something more to Yeonjun...

Maybe, he isn't just your all sweet classmate who works in a scam game booth to make people laugh or he isn't just this flirtatious guy who's helping you find your friends.

"Why are you with yn?" Or maybe, there's just more of him...

Okay, this time — you were ready to scream.

Two Yeonjun's stood in front of you. One was wearing the pink and baby blue outfit from earlier and the other was the Yeonjun you're currently with.

"She was lost! I can't just leave her lost." The one you were with currently said with a teasing tone. You noticed while the other is sweet, the other is bolder. What was happening really?

"Are you guys... Twins or is my head just imagining things?" You pointed at them both. The one in the pink outfit rushed to your side, his hand brushing your hair back.

"I'm so sorry for this imbecile here. Are you hurt?" Yeonjun apologizes. The other yeonjun scoffs and pushes him away from you.

"imbecile? You're the imbecile here!" Both Yeonjun's glared at each other while you could feel your head spinning. You can't tell if it's from them or from standing in the middle of a crowded park.

You grabbed both of their shirts' sleeves.

"Please, explain..." You said with a glare.

"Well, he's my twin as you can see. My annoying twin whom I have to live with." The bolder Yeonjun said and the other just hit his head.

"I'm the actual Choi Yeonjun. This person here is my twin brother. I'm your classmate!"

"PLEASE! We've both become your classmates before. No one couldn't even tell cause we're so identical." Now you recall; there were days where Yeonjun was sweet and shy then the next day, he's suddenly bold and flirtatious.

Who knew there could be two Yeonjun's?

You stared at the twins who started to argue. Their bickers caught the attention of passerbys. Some were focused on how attractive the twins looked.

You, on the other hand, tried to keep your mind steady.

While staring at them, you flinched when they turned their heads to you. "Who's better?"

Your eyes widen at their sudden question. They stared at you with anticipation. Your mind floating into space the longer they stared. The other twin noticed this and his smirk appeared once more.

"What's wrong, m'lady? Are you having trouble on who to choose? Didn't you say you like bolder men?" Suddenly, he was pushed by Yeonjun.

"Piss off!" You sigh when they started bickering once more. If weren't dressed differently, you've probably mixed them up already.

"Just stop... Help me look for my friends, please." You were very close to giving up these two twins. First, you had to take in that Yeonjun had a twin and now, they're asking you who's better.

You're in disbelief with them. Although, they give you double the tugs on your heartstrings.

"How about this?" They kept continuing...

"Date with yn and who she'll have more fun with is the better twin." Again, you were shocked to the bones.

"Wait-"

"Do you accept, yn?" The real Yeonjun asked you. His eyes glistening for you to accept. You sighed lastly.

"Fine... May the best twin say as they say."

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You how in the dehoon moments u said there were LOTS OF OBVIOUS TIKTOKS of della and the boys....I kinda wanna know what they where doing to be so obvious like AYO???

lmao they’re so lucky that they have sooo many videos posted privately so the staff is too lazy to look at them now (they always did when they first started)

they have more but here are some of them

jungwon: they did the ‘my soulmate’s initial’ and a D popped up for won and J for lala. della had her arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind and hugged him tighter when they saw their results

heeseung: she did that ‘record my boyfriend’s reaction to me dancing blablabla’ though instead of looking possessive (which is della’s intention, so he could see what he looks like), he looked crazy proud

jay: he recorded and edited a whole ass tiktok for della (he does that a lot, actually) but can’t even show it publicly ☹️ his favourite one is the one he made on a date since it’s has the most ‘scenes’

jake: similar to won, they did the ‘my soulmate’s birthdate’ and she got his birthday. they both screamed in excitement and pouted when jake didn’t get hers (based on a true story omg i got jake’s birthday and sCREAMED)

sunghoon: obviously the ‘two best friends in a room, they might kiss.’ this is just them in their room, teasing as if they were about to kiss but didn’t

sunoo: it’s them doing that heart-eyes trend with her laying on his chest but she proceeded to mouth the lyrics while looking at him, making him smile shyly

niki: heartbreak anniversary of course 😌 she didn’t slap him this time cause she was prepared lmao it’s basically the same as what they posted publicly but it was in their dorm and della was there. when he got to her, she gave him a smirk, making his hyungs holler out

happy birthday della! 🎉

and happy anniversary enha 😉