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the-oblivious-writer · 11 months

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Wanna Be Yours |1|

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Chapter One: Pranks & Fifth Year

Notes: Modern AU, Fem!SlytherinReader, any characters you don't recall from the Harry Potter universe are my OC's

Warning(s): None that I'm aware of

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Y/n entered the train when a hand waved her over to a compartment. She entered the compartment where she saw familiar faces. Amelia and Leo were sitting across from each other, Y/n gave a quick 'hello' but then gave a confused expression.

"Where's Raine and Link?" she asked, Amelia rolled her eyes at the mention of the two. "Pranking the first years with Fred and George. Same as always."

Leo scooted closer to the window and left more room for Y/n to sit down. "Judging by the sudden silence, I'm assuming their plan is already in place." Y/n tilted her head back and sighed. "Merlins, do I even want to know what they have planned this time around?"

Leo chuckled slightly as he shook his head,"Why spoil it?" Just as those words left his mouth Lorraine, Fred and George came running in the compartment abruptly. They had their hands on their knees and were out of breath. "I'm assuming something went wrong" Y/n remarked.

Fred was peeking his head around every now and until finally shutting the door.

"Yeah..about that we uh kind of got the wrong compartment" Lorraine said as she took a seat, bunched up next to Y/n as Fred and George stood and avoided the window to the compartment door.

"Wait-" Amelia started looking around, "Where's Link?" Fred, George and Lorraine suddenly looked at each other and back at the girl.

"He kind of decided to take his own road but he's fi-" before George could finish his sentence the compartment door opened. The three pranksters jumped but soon relaxed when they saw that it was only Link. "Merlin's beard, you scared us," Fred said.

"Sorry bout' that mate just had to wait for the coast to be clear before showing my face" Link responded, still taking heavy breaths. "Whose compartment did you get instead?" Amelia asked curiously.

"Draco's who was with Blaise and Theo. We ran before they could even leave their seats" Fred said, slightly laughing as he recalled the memory. "You should have seen their faces when the stink bombs went off" the four started to laugh.

"I swear one of these days, you're gonna get yourselves killed" Leo said as he shook his head.

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They arrive at Hogwarts and separate when getting to the Great Hall to go to their house tables. Amelia and Y/n sat together at the Slytherin table, Link sat with the Hufflepuffs and Lorraine and Leo sat at the Ravenclaw table. Dumbledore made the same speech he made every year. It was their fifth year, they had gotten used to the same boring words he fed them at the beginning of every year.

Eventually it was time to eat and the Great Hall grew with noise. Y/n sat and ate silently as Amelia spoke with another Slytherin. Y/n wasn't one for making conversation, half the time it felt forced. She kept a small friend group and that was it. Y/n was an anti-social butterfly as her friend called her.

Y/n poked around at her food but couldn't help but feel eyes on her. She looked up to see a Gryffindor girl staring at her, only for the girl to instantly avert her stare. Y/n felt heat rush to her cheeks from being stared at. The Slytherin stared back at her food as her mind kept trailing back to the girl.

Suddenly, Y/n felt a gentle nudge. "You alright?" Amelia asked the girl. Y/n only nodded and turned her head back at her food. Amelia looked at the girl skeptically but didn't want to push and left it at that.

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Amelia and Y/n made their way to the dungeons when Amelia spoke. "I know you're always spaced out and stuff but you seemed a bit more than usual. Everything okay?"

Y/n thought for a moment. "Yeah it's just..there was this girl who I caught staring and it just caught me off guard I guess." Amelia gave a little smirk which confused Y/n. "What?"

"I think I might know who you're talking about," Amelia replied. "And how is that?" Y/n asked curiously. "Just have a feeling it's the same girl who I've caught staring at you before" Amelia answered as she still held a small smirk.

"And who might that be?" Y/n asked, heat rushing to her cheeks. "Just some girl whom you’ve never spoken to but I have a feeling this year will be different. Considering this is the first time your clueless ass has noticed" Amelia remarked.

Y/n rolled her eyes at the girl's last comment, "Enough playing blue's clues, I'm exhausted." The two girls entered the Slytherin common room and made their way to the dorms.

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A/n: Hope you enjoyed that first chapter! Exams are still going on but I'll try to work on a chapter whenever I can

Remember to stay hydrated folks, happy pride and good luck to anybody else who still has exams going on!

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lilmiss31 · 10 days

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Let me be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust.

Let me be your Ford Cortina, I will never rust.

If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot.

You call the shots, I just wanna be yours!

Let me be your raincoat, for those frequent rainy days.

Let me be your dreamboat, when you want to sail away.

Let me be your teddy bear, take me with you anywhere.

I don’t care, I wanna be yours!

Let me be your electric meter, I will not run out.

Let me be the electric heater, you’ll get cold without.

Let me be your setting lotion, hold your hair in deep devotion.

Deep as the deep atlantic ocean! ❤

-John Cooper Clarke

#spilled ink #love quotes #writeblr #love #life quotes #poem #feelings #writers on tumblr #inspiring quotes #wanna be yours #arctic monkeys

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exosmutfactory · 8 months

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Wanna Be Yours 001

Originally posted by tipannies

Maybe not all good girls are good, and not all bad boys are bad. It’s all about perspective and experience, for not everything in life is a clear black or white. Sometimes you will find gray, brown, or silver… Possibilities are endless. And Byun Baekhyun is too god damn fine to resist.

◤“Stop smoking, it isn’t attractive.” “Stop swearing, it isn’t either.” “Fuck you.” “When.”◢

Main Masterlist | Bookclub zone | Chapter 1✓

networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net

pairing — Baekhyun x Monica (OC)

word count — 3.8k

genre — biker! baekhyun, bad boy! baekhyun, enemies to lovers! romance, slight angst, fluff, smut (one chap - eventually)

[ This chapter contains: an introduction 🚲 ]

A/N: Hello! I'm introducing one of my AFF-exclusive, BBH stories to Tumblr! I'm posting this chapter to see if readers on here want to read it 🥰 This story doesn't have a tag list, so let me know if you wanna be tagged for future chapters either in my ask box or the comment section! 🌸 I'll continue writing this when I finish my other story: Only Forever 🌊

Chapter 1

Look around, lovely

I’ve been through many things in my life. From my ex leaving me for a “slim thick” girl who lived three blocks away to my best friend, making it their goal to break my spirit from the inside out. I had to cut ties with my treacherous family. I had to change my name, eye color, and wear a purple wig to flee from another crazy ex to Hawaii. I almost had to file for bankruptcy when my twin sister bought three foreign sports cars in my name.

—I’ve been through a lot, but I never expected to find myself in the middle of this shitstorm.

“Yo, Chen, move your ass!”

“I’m almost there!” This so-called Chen hisses into his phone, tugging me behind him by my arm. He glares back at me when I stumble over a recycling bin. “Shut it.” His grip turns painful when I slow down my pace. He stomps hurriedly down shaded alleyways and dimly lit streets. I'd scoff at his audacity if I wasn’t so busy trying to form a plan to escape and not fall flat on my face in the process.

“Yo bitch.” He throws another nasty look over his shoulder, “keep up, will ya?”

My eyes narrow as I purposely stomp on the back of his foot. “Oops,” I chirp when he yelps, hiding my smirk while he curses and hobbles on one leg. “Guess that’s too close, eh?”

He bares his teeth at me. The smirk quickly falls off my lips when the ground is suddenly approaching my face at an alarming rate.

I brace my hands against the pavement at the last second, but my right arm buckles under my weight, sliding my frantic hands across the rugged surface, scraping against the sidewalk with a painful burn. I groan at the fire hot pain shooting up my forearm.

“Oops,” he mocks, his leather boots stepping into view. He bends down in front of me with a tilt of his head. “Guess that was too soon, huh?” His victory smirk on his curled lips would have been sexy if I didn’t have the urge to punch him in his pretty face.

I keep my eyes on him, slowly bringing myself back to my feet. It takes everything in me to ignore the pulsing pain in my knees and the warm liquid running down my elbow as he stands back to his full height. His unimpressive 5’8 stature seems intimidating while I’m poorly hiding my injured arm behind my back. It doesn't help that he has a tattoo of a snake on his bicep, the green ink peeking out from under the sleeve of his black t-shirt. He’s not tall, but he is buff, and that is enough for me to keep my mouth shut... for now.

He runs his eyes over my quiet defensive stance, his smirk turning even more cruel before he yanks me forward by my injured arm. “If we’re late, that’s your ass.”

I roll my eyes to distract myself from the tears threatening to fall, biting my tongue. My hands and arm throb painfully in sync. That hurt like a bitch and he’s two seconds away from being smacked like one.

After walking a few more empty blocks, the rev of an engine reaches my ears—and it’s not from a car. My heart plummets when the realization sets in and the beaming headlights of shiny black vehicles come into view. Two motorcycles stop a few feet away from us in a deserted parking lot. The riders are wearing black helmets with matching clothes, blending in with the night. Their faces are shaded under the dim light of the moon when they take their helmets off.

Dusk is on the rise, concealing the moon behind thick clouds as the world waits for the sun to peek over the horizon. The darkest hour of the night… Looking around at the buff asshole and two newcomers, I can only hope that I’ll make it to see the sunrise. I swallow my nerves while Chen impatiently drags me over to the others.

The guy on the left is the first one to notice us. He shakes his hair, the brunette strands catching light before he switches off the headlights. He’s tall with beautifully toned skin, whistling when we step off of the sidewalk. “Damn hyung, took you long enough.”

Chen shrugs. “Catching the prize was a bit of a struggle.” He rattles my arm for emphasis, his smirk visible under a flickering streetlight.

“Oh?” The brunette’s eyes trail over me, focusing on my pulsing arm before shifting back to the prick next to me. “Looks a bit like damaged goods, hyung.”

“That wouldn’t be the case if it had acted accordingly.” He shrugs, nonchalantly looking me over.

My eyes and mouth twitch. It is really taking everything in me not to say something.

“Hopefully hyung doesn’t mind,” The other tall guy speaks up, eyeing me warily while I stare at his unnaturally orange hair.

“Byun won’t do shit,” Chen waves him off, pulling me closer to a parked bike three parking spaces away. “He hasn’t before and he won’t start now.”

The orange-top guy starts to reply until a loudly revved engine fills the air, announcing the arrival of more motorcycles entering the deserted parking lot. I glare at the biker driving in front, from his laid back posture alone he must be the leader.

“Baekhyun!” Chen yells into the still night with a cocky grin, laughing gleefully. “So happy for you to finally join us. I feared we’d start without you.”

The leader calmly parks his bike a couple of feet away, pulling off his helmet while the other five bikers join him. I bite my cheek to hold back my gasp when his face is revealed. What I expected was some forty-year-old gang member with a huge tattoo, crooked beard, and salt/pepper hair. Not a twenty-something-year-old with one of the most attractive faces I’ve ever seen in my life.

His light brown hair ruffles in the wind, the salty scent of the sea rolling in. He shakes his bangs out of his eyes, looking at the man next to me with a blank expression on his face. Baekhyun’s eyes slowly follow Chen’s arm down to my own in his tight grasp. His eyes linger on my injured arm, the clench of his jaw and flare of his nostrils has my eyes shooting down to look at it myself.

The sight of blood steadily dripping from my ripped sleeve has me wincing. I bite my lip hard to hold back a pain-filled whimper.

Baekhyun cuts his eyes back to Chen with a murderous glare, “Jongdae.” He hisses venomously.

Chen stiffens, his grip loosening on my arm, “Byun?” He’s caught off guard, the confusion rings loudly in his uncertain voice.

“What the fuck is this?” Baekhyun looks at my arm then at him again, his voice growing louder by the minute. “Why the hell is she bleeding?”

“She wasn’t…” Willing to come? Willing to follow a stranger? Willing to get pulled out of a store for nothing? “Very compliant.”

“And you brought her here anyway?” Baekhyun gives him an incredulous look, his eyes narrowed at the latter’s silence. “What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Do.”

I shift on my feet, highly uncomfortable just witnessing this exchange. The other bikers watching them quietly doesn’t calm my nerves in the slightest. I know one thing for certain—the tension can be cut with a knife, and I’m not about to be in the middle of this hell much longer.

“I was walking with her down the street, and she fell.” Chen chooses to say.

I crack my neck when I whip it around to face him. “Really?” I snap. “You purposely yanked me forward and let go, yet dare say I fucking fell?!”

Chen scowls at me. “Well if you weren’t being such a bi‒” He pales when I sense a dark aura behind me.

I turn around to a furious Baekhyun. His brown eyes blaze brightly in anger amongst the pitch darkness of the night, the wind tousling his hair across his forehead. The urge to take a step back is high until I remember who is right behind me. Baekhyun takes one look at me then turns his fire-filled gaze to the fearful man behind me. “I’ll deal with you later.”

I look down at the sudden hand gently grabbing my uninjured arm, meeting Baekhyun’s eyes before he takes a step back. And for some reason; I follow. He keeps his eyes steady on mine before turning to address the others. “I’m calling it off.” His gaze meets every individual one of theirs. “Any objections?”

No one even so much as moves.

Baekhyun firmly nods, peering down at me with a raised brow. “Come with me?” Even while he asks, I’m already being led over to his bike. He grabs his helmet and pauses, turning to me, the dim street lights reflecting the mysterious glint in his brown eyes. “Have you ridden a motorcycle before?”

I look at the bike then back at him, narrowing my eyes. “Are you planning to kill me with it?”

The corner of his lips twitch up, “that’s a no then. May I?”

Eyeing the helmet in his hands, I nod, quickly muttering, “if I die, I’m suing you,” when he starts to place it on my head.

Baekhyun chuckles. “Don’t worry.” He adjusts the helmet with a teasing little grin, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “You’re in good hands.”

“Uh huh—oof!” I yelp when he suddenly lifts me up and sets me on the back of his vehicle—that seems one hundred times more intimidating now that I’m sitting on it. “I swear, Byun, if I fall‒”

“You won’t.” Baekhyun affirms. He throws his leg over the motorcycle and climbs onto it with grace, throwing one last look back at me before starting the engine. It purrs in a way I’ve never heard before. The low, crispy sound vibrates through my entire body when his deep voice reaches my ears. “Hold on tight.”

When he revs the engine, I wrap my arms tightly around his waist. The fear of death is greater than the pulsing of my bleeding arm. We speed out into the street, the others becoming mere specks of shadowy figures in the distance as we go further down the dirt road.

My eyes stay partially closed until I remember that I’m wearing a helmet, and if anyone has to do that its Baekhyun. Which is fucking scary considering the fact that he is the one driving! Steering this two-wheeled vehicle that tilts side to side depending on the gravitational pull of the earth and the wind.

I flinch when we roll over a bump in the road, gripping the front of Baekhyun’s shirt. I can’t tell if it’s the motorcycle or his chuckles causing the vibrations in his chest when I rest my head on his back. The sun is slowly rising, pale light peeking over the horizon. It bounces off of the calm ocean water in the distance. It’s fascinating, how the ocean and the cloudy sky meet, like a snowglobe full of cascading sparkles.

The blur of buildings comes into focus when we slow down, Baekhyun resting his feet on the ground when we reach a red light. Recognizing the slightly run-down buildings, my heart rate picks up. “Baekhyun? Where are we going?” I ask warily. Instead of replying, he pats my clenched fist in a pacifying manner and takes off once the light switches to green.

Gulping down my nerves, I make sure to take note of every street we go down in case I have to hightail my ass out of wherever we are headed. The sight of small brick houses and wide front porches brings a wave of nostalgia over me—and not in a good way. All I can do is hold onto him and hope I stay in one piece until we reach our destination. The weight of my knife concealed in my left boot gives me little reassurance.

We start to slow down on a street that welcomes us with the largest maple tree that I’ve ever seen, followed by small but surprisingly well-kept homes. It’s pretty for the infamous neighborhood that we are in, and the house we stop in front of in particular is the nicest one.

Baekhyun drives up the driveway and parks, getting off the motorcycle with grace before helping me down as well. I flinch when I try to straighten my injured arm. It hurts worse than it did earlier, burning every time my denim jacket sways in the wind and brushes against it. I keep my arm bent at the elbow while clutching it to my chest.

Baekhyun notices but doesn’t say anything. He walks up to the house while I linger behind, taking in the flower-filled yard. Pretty pink roses and beautifully bloomed dandelions take up most of the land. Growing steadily alongside the driveway and sidewalk, their healthy petals awaiting the sunlight.

“Hey.”

Turning back to Baekhyun, he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe of the open door. The sun shines down on his caramel-colored coat, black graphic tee shirt, and leather pants. The more I look at him, the more confused I get. How on earth is he in a bike gang? He has no visible tattoos, no piercings. The only things “gangsta” about him are his sharp brown eyes, confident stance, and authoritative aura.

Baekhyun clears his throat, jolting me from my thoughts. He raises a brow with a tilt of his head, the corner of his lips twitching. “Come in.” He disappears into the house before I can give any sort of reply.

Pulling my phone out of my bra, I snap a picture of the street sign and send it to my friend so they know my whereabouts—just in case. I tuck it back under my shirt and take one last look at the quiet neighborhood before entering the house.

The only way I can describe the interior is warm. With light brown walls and darker carpeted floors. The living room alone is full of worn-in couches with pretty throw blankets. When I start to take off my shoes, Baekhyun pops up, shaking his head, “there’s more dirt on this floor than out in the yard.”

He walks off into another part of the house with his heeled boots and loud footsteps. I spot a bright orange crumpled leaf and a patch of dried grass in the center of the room. Heeding his advice, I take a wary glance at the unlocked door before going to look for him. Walking to the other side of the living room, I’m met with a doorway to the kitchen on my left and a hallway to my right. Finding no sign of Baekhyun in the tidy room, I venture down the hall.

“In here,” he calls out just as I pass the first door on the left.

Backtracking a few steps, I look inside the bathroom while he rummages in the cabinet under the sink. My eyes move back to him when he swears.

“I know I left it somewhere,” he mumbles just as his eyes caught sight of something. With a tug, he pulls back to close the doors, standing up with a familiar red box in his hands. “Have a seat,” he beckons me over, gesturing to the closed toilet lid with his chin.

I settle myself on the cold surface, the white porcelain chilling my skin through my jeans. Watching him carefully while he sets the first-aid kit beside the sink and takes out antibacterial wipes. When he reaches for my arm I flinch back.

Baekhyun gives me a look. “May I?”

Sighing deeply and gritting my teeth, I nod with a roll of my eyes, slowly taking off my ripped jacket and dropping it in the bathtub. I look away when he draws nearer with the wipe, clenching my hand into a fist. The sting brings tears to my eyes.

After what feels like hours, Baekhyun gets to work on the gauze, gently wrapping it around my arm and taping it together. I take a few deep breaths as he moves over to the sink, focusing on the sound of running water instead of the irritated skin of my scratched palms.

“You won’t need stitches,” Baekhyun murmurs thoughtfully, his voice breaking the silence, echoing across the tiled walls of the room. He dries his hands on an indigo blue towel hanging from a high bathroom rack attached to the wall. “...Are you okay?”

The hint of concern in his voice is surprising, it prompts my eyes shift over to him. “Yea—Fuck!” I hiss loudly, quickly bending my elbow back to its position. The tender wound throbs painfully in sync with my racing heartbeat.

His brows raise. He crosses his arms, leaning his hip against the counter and giving me another knowing look. I only glare back at him.

Baekhyun sighs tiredly. “I’ll get you an Advil.” He shakes his head, making his way out of the room and venturing further down the hallway. I clutch my arm to my chest, sending a quick text to my friend to come pick me up. Thankfully she’s right around the block, passing through the neighborhood on her way back home from work.

A smile curls on my lips when she sends a picture of the great maple tree at the nearest red light. The bandages crinkle when I stand up, grabbing my jacket and tentatively closing the first-aid kit before heading back towards the front of the house. Heavy footsteps have my head whipping back around to find Baekhyun in the hallway with a box of Advil in his hands. “Hey,” he cracks an awkward smile, his hair slightly disheveled.

I narrow my eyes at him.

The smile slowly falls off his face. He clears his throat, gesturing to the box in his hand. “I got you the Advil.”

“I see.” I don’t take my eyes off of him for a minute, shifting my weight so I can retrieve my knife if the need arises. His body language is off and his intentions are not clear. I make sure to keep distance between us; I’ve been in this situation a million times before. Whatever he is trying to achieve with this small talk, I am not up for sticking around to find out.

“Do you, uh‒” he runs a hand through his hair. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I called a friend,” I smile tightly.

“Oh.” His hand falls down to his side. He shoves it into his pocket and outstretches the box in his hand towards me. “Here, half the box is left. You probably need them more than‒” his eyes catch mine and he clears his throat again, “me.”

I look him up and down and carefully take the box from his hand, avoiding making any contact. My lips twitch in a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Thanks.”

Baekhyun nods, shoving both hands in his pockets, the velvet green underside of his coat showing when he parts his lips again. “About what happened earli‒”

The rev of a sports car engine cuts him off. “Hop in, bitch!” my best friend yells, breaking the tranquil atmosphere of this shady neighborhood in the early hours of the morning. “We’re going home!”

I glance at the open door then shoot him a forced, polite smile. “Thanks um… Baekhyun, was it? But there’s my ride. I got to go.”

Baekhyun nods while I make sure I have everything, tucking the box of medicine under my good arm. “See you around,” he speaks up when I’m halfway through the door.

Darting my eyes back to him with my hand on the screen door, I smile my fakest smile, letting it slam shut behind me. “Bye!” With a roll of my eyes, I match down the driveway to my friend’s car and hop in with a passive-aggressive smile.

“What the hell happened to your arm?” she raises a perfectly arched brow.

“A situation you never want to be in while shopping for hairspray, Alison. Now drive.”

A/N: If you would like me to continue posting this story on Tumblr, reblog or comment to let me know! (^-^)

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shyam-kariya · 1 month

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We kiss like there's a poetry and addiction on each other's lips

#shyam ki fantasies #wanna write poetry through my lips on your whole body #peak intimacy #neck kisses #slow kiss #my kinda love #bd/sm kink #wanna be yours

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minhosimthings · 7 months

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Secrets I have held in my heart

Heeseung wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you so bad. But then he found out about your asshole of a boyfriend, who treated the stars in your eyes like mere dots, only there for the pleasure in between his pants. Heeseung didn't know how much he loved you until he got furious, when you told him that you were fine, all the while hiding those scars underneath the paws of your sweater.

Are harder to hide than I thought

He wanted to tell you again, when you had finally broken up with your boyfriend, but he wouldn't leave you alone. He had broken into your house and threatened to kill you, not noticing the tall man making hot chocolate for you in the kitchen. Heeseung was a calm man, being the oldest in his friend group But the way he slammed your ex boyfriend against the wall, whilst you called the police, made your heart do the tiniest leap ever. And Heeseung knew that somehow, his secret was probably revealed to you.

Maybe I just wanna be yours

Friends. That's all you were wasn't it? Heeseung and Y/N, bestest of friends, strolling through gardens, treating each other at the carnival, and kissing wounds better when you both failed to rollerblade along with Sunghoon and Niki. Everyone could see how true your love was, except for both of you. You couldn't see it clearly even when both of you were laying in his bed, naked bodies panting against each other in a slow dance of sensuality. Friends with benefits existed right? Or maybe did he just want you to be his forever?

I wanna be yours

The fourth time he wanted to tell you how much he wanted to be yours, was the final time he would. A bouquet of baby's breath and tulips in his hand, your favourite ice cream in the other, he came up to your house one day, to tell you that he couldn't treat his wounds, both the ones of knees and on his heart, properly without you. And when crystal tears came out of the stars on your face and your lips quivered against his, as you both held onto each other refusing to let go for all eternity, he knew that he was all yours.

- I Wanna Be Yours, The Arctic Monkeys.

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nabirait · 1 year

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it all started when Alex Turner said "if you like your coffee hot let me be your coffee pot".

#wanna be yours #arctic monkeys #alex turner #aesthetic #love

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herigo · 5 months

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quicksilver-the-metal · 1 year

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I just wanna be yours

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angeldevilorprincess · 25 days

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What's your last name? 😇

- Oh that's so ✨pretty✨ can I have it?

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ashleyysss · 7 months

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Wanna be yours ❤️❤️🐈‍⬛🫐

(MYTIKTOK)

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ikigaiko0 · 1 year

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. 𐍫 : Maybe I just wanna be yours...

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the-oblivious-writer · 10 months

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Wanna Be Yours |2|

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Chapter Two: Gryffindor V Ravenclaw

Notes: Gonna be my last post for a few weeks, Modern AU, Fem!SlytherinReader, any characters you don't recall from the Harry Potter universe are my OC's

Warning(s): Swearing, throwing up, mentions of underage drinking & blood

Prologue|Previous Part|Next Part

Stressful was definitely one of the many words to describe how the past few weeks have been. With exams and quidditch, Y/N has found herself swamped with work. Luckily she was able to keep up with her classes..except for one.

Arithmancy.

It was the one subject she just couldn’t get. Ask her to brew a potion from scratch? Y/N has that handled. Want to know the name of every star? Y/N Y/L/N’s your girl. Need help in Defense Of The Dark Arts? She’s who to call. Just not about Arithmancy.

So here she was, studying the materials for the hundredth time. Y/N had been sitting there for a good hour now and the numbers and symbols were starting to mix and blur. That was when she knew she should call it a night.

Y/N packed her things and left the library before walking through the school’s halls, half asleep. She had been up since two in the morning and it was now almost curfew. At some point, Y/N zoned out during the walk to her dorm.

I really need to stop pulling all nighte-

The Slytherin is pulled out of her trance when she feels a body knock into her.

“Hmph- '' a girl let out in front of Y/N as both their books dropped to the ground. Y/N looked down to see the brown haired girl who she bumped into. Y/N instantly recognized her to be the Gryffindor she caught staring at her during the first day back at Hogwarts.

“I’m sorry about that” Y/N said as she knelt down to pick up the fallen books.

“It’s okay.” Hermione then knelt down to help pick them up. Y/N finally looked at Hermione again when she gave the Gryffindor her book. They both stood up and there was an awkward few seconds of silence until Hermione held out her hand.

“I’m Hermione by the way. Hermione Granger” she let out, introducing herself to the Slytherin. Y/N looked at Hermione’s hand and then back to her face. “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” she responded, taking the other girl’s hand.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Y/N. Even if it was by crashing into you” Hermione jokes which pulled a small laugh from Y/N.

“Yeah, I really ought to watch where I’m going next time,” Y/N responded back as they disconnected their hands.

Hermione looked at Y/N for a moment. As she was about to say something Y/N’s name got called causing her to turn her head. Her gaze meets a bloody nosed Link being held up by Amelia and Leo. “What the bloody hell happened?” Y/N asked with raised eyebrows.

Before Y/N went to them, they walked over to her. “Take a wild guess” Leo remarked, he was getting tired of Link’s antics. Y/N sighs and turns back to Hermione,“I gotta uh —she points back to Link— but I’ll see you around. At least I hope I do” Y/N looks Hermione up and down as she says the last part before walking away with the others.

—

“So let me get this straight–” Harry started as he sat down, “Y/N bumped into you, the others showed up, and she said that?”

“Yes” Hermione looked between the two boys, not sure where they were headed with this.

“She was flirting with you, Mione,” Ron simply said before biting into a chocolate frog. “Isn’t this the same girl you’ve been making googly eyes at since seco- ow!” Hermione hit Ron with the Daily Prophet before he could finish his sentence

“Be mature Ronald. I have not been making googly eyes at her. And I can’t help it if I’m a naturally observant person” Hermione claimed defensively. Ron only rolled his eyes in response before Harry cut in.

“But you fancy her, don’t you?” Harry cursorily asked Hermione. She thought for a moment before answering.

“Well, this is the first time I’ve ever even spoken to her,” Hermione responded, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Well you certainly fancy her enough to stare at her hour after hour” Ron mumbled, earning him a kick from Hermione. But it didn’t wipe the smirk off the ginger’s face.

Eventually the three went to bed, Hermione thought about the interaction over again before falling asleep.

—

Y/N was sound asleep, peacefully dreaming about Merlins know what. Well, that was before Amelia woke her up. “Rise and shine sleeping beauty!” Y/N only groaned in response as Amelia clapped her hands. “Come on, it’s Raine’s quidditch day. They’re up against Gryffindor.”

Y/N hesitantly lifted herself up, mumbling a few curses before finally standing up. She changed and put on the Ravenclaw scarf Lorraine had given her a few months prior.

Amelia and Y/N made it to the quidditch field and sat down in the Ravenclaw stands next to Leo and Link who waved them over. Leo was still laying into Link about the previous day. “Oh come on, it wasn’t that dumb” Link defended as Amelia and Y/N watched with amusement.

“How is attempting to do a handstand on your broom, one hundred feet in the air, while not being able to do a handstand in the first place, not dumb?” Leo asked incredulously.

“Well when you say it like that..” Link trailed off while Leo rolled his eyes in response.

“Bloody idiot” Leo mumbled, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat.

—

Gryffindor won the match and they were holding a party in their common room to celebrate. The victory also meant a loss for Ravenclaw which meant comforting Lorraine. If she was anything she was serious about quidditch. It made sense considering Oliver Wood acted as her mentor when she first started out. It seemed he passed over some of his competitiveness.

When it came to parties at Hogwarts, everybody went. No matter what they were for, who lost, who won, people still showed up. Amelia asked if she was going to go but Y/N declined, not wanting “Lorraine to drown herself.”

By the time everybody left, Y/N was softly knocking on the Lorraine’s dorm door. “Go away” she heard from the other side. Y/N sighed and spoke up. “Oh come on, it's me. I even brought over some sweets I found in Link’s snack stash” Y/N said, raising the bag up as if the Ravenclaw could see it.

She heard shuffling and footsteps on the other side of the door before it opened slightly. Lorraine looked through the slither opening, looked down at the bag then at Y/N before opening the door all the way.

“Come in” Lorraine sighed before going back to her bed. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows,“What do you mean?”

Lorraine rolled eyes before answering. “I don’t want to be comforted right now, okay? I just want to forget about the stupid match. I’m sick of the pitiful looks I’ve been getting.”

Y/N nodded in understanding, sometimes Lorraine wanted to talk and sometimes she didn’t. The Slytherin placed the bag on Lorraine’s nightstand before grabbing a few things out of it. “I made sure to swipe some of your favorites. How about a night in? Just you and me” Y/N offered.

Lorraine patted the spot next to her and Y/N happily sat on the bed. Lorraine grabbed her laptop and opened it. They spent the rest of the night watching movies and eating sweets. Eventually falling asleep.

Y/N woke up, looking at her surroundings confused before remembering where she was. She looked down to see Lorraine with her head on her chest. Y/N carefully got up while gently moving Lorraine not wanting to wake her up. She then reached into her pocket for her phone. She squeezed her eyes shut as the phone’s brightness shined at her.

There were a few messages from Amelia and Link and a couple from Leo. But being too tired, Y/N just made a mental note to reply in the morning and instantly fell back asleep. What woke her up was the sun shining through the room's window. She winced a bit from the light as she covered her face.

“Look who decided to wake up” Lorraine said as she moved around the room. “None of my roommates are back yet but they will be soon encase you wanna make a run for it” she offered.

Y/N mumbled,“Good call, Rainey” before getting out of bed. The only roommate of hers that Y/N could tolerate was Luna. Eventually she left after saying goodbye and made her way back to the Slytherin common room. Unfortunately a certain professor was waiting at the door.

“Professor Snape.”

“Y/L/N.”

“Are you aware of the time?” he asked with an unamused expression. Y/N looked at her watch then back at the professor.

“It is seven thirty six” Y/N answers, Snape humming in response.

“And do you know when curfew is?” Snape crossed his arms as he waited for a response. Y/N huffed a bit before answering. It was far too early for an interrogation.

“Ten pm” she sighed.

He was getting too old for this shit.

“Good, so you were aware of what time you had to be in your common room. You were also aware of what rules you were breaking. Twenty points from Slytherin and detention for a week, starting today.”

Snape walked away after giving her one more glare. Y/N flipped him off with his backside facing her, before heading to her dorm room. She walked in and heard somebody throwing up. Y/N went to the bathroom where it was coming from to find Amelia hunched over and puking.

“Drank too much I presume?” she rhetorically asked, not expecting her puking friend to answer that.

“Nobody likes a smartass,” Amelia replied before throwing up some more. Y/N got a water bottle then placed it on her friend’s nightstand.

After a couple of minutes, Amelia walked out of the bathroom as she wiped her mouth with a towel. Y/N gave her the water bottle,“Thanks —she took a sip— oh and you know how you’ve been struggling with Arithmancy?” Y/N hummed in response. “Found you a tutor.”

“Who is it?”

“Hermione Granger.”

#hermione fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #hermione fic #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #hermione x fem reader #hermione x reader #hermione x you #wanna be yours

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OUR FAVORITE SONG!* ੈ♡‧₊˚

in which, you can't help glancing at your crush while listening to your favorite song

and i guess he cant either..

GIF isnt mine

─ͥ─ͦ─ͮ─ͤ➼♥

new post lets gooooo <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

pt 2 is right here

this the song 👇 enjoy 🫶

Warnings: Fluff, Possible ooc bakugou, Little Swearing, Puppy love 🫶.... and also spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ You were choosing to spend the free time you were given in class to study for the upcoming test, yes you were that bored. So with nothing else to do you succumb to the soft melody playing in your headphones, lightly bopping your head to the beat of the music.

'𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵.. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢, 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵,'

you oh so desperately didnt want to fail, this was ua of course, and with a teacher like Aizawa.. well you didnt want to take any chances. you had both your textbook and notebook opened on your desk, as you read whatever in the next book, anything you found remotely useful you wrote down, and if nothing appealed to your studies, you simply distracted yourself by doodling little things on the sides of your paper.

so deep into your studying, you barely noticed the man on the other side of the room. Bakugou was slouched over his desk, his head laid over his folded arms as he appeared to be sleeping to pass the time.

'𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵.. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦, 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 <3'

y/n mindlessly scribbled down their notes and/or doodles, time seemed to tick away slower than normal. lazily glancing back and forth between their notebook and textbook, y/n recited the lyrics in their head, now's not the time for karaoke..

'𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵..'

'maybe i just wanna be yours<3'

y/n took a double take once they realized they had written that last lyric instead of their textbook notes.

'𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,

𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,'

grumbling, they erased the lyrics from their paper, deciding to give both themselves and their hand a break from writing. choosing to read over their notes to make sure they didnt miswrite anything else.

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴..'

pausing, y/n finds their gaze leaving their notes. and instead, focusing on the blonde tuff of hair hidden behind a certain boy's arms

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴..<3'

y/n stared for a moment, taking the time to appreciate the scene in front of them. until ultimately regaining control of themselves. startled by their actions, y/n feverishly returns to their notes, hoping the subtle shake in their hand isnt as violent as their heartbeat.

'𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 '𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵.. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵,'

bakugou shifted, the feeling of being watched settled through his skin. he slightly stretched for a moment, before slowly opening his eyes.

'𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯..(𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦)'

his gaze eventually landed on y/n, who finally got their heart to calm down. his half lidded narrow eyes hid the way he watched fondly as y/n glanced back and forth between their textbook and notebook.

he found it funny that y/n never really studied their notes until right before a test, 'last minute preparation' he recalls y/n calling it. he remembers how y/n fumbled to explain to him that glancing at their notes right before a test helps bring their notes to the front of their memory, therefore making it easier to remember.

'𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨..'

bakugou continued to watch them, his steel gaze never wavering even when y/n glanced at him.

y/n was taken aback for a moment, the feelings they barely had under control moments prior, were beginning to make their forceful return to the surface.

'𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵..'

bakugou stared in mild amusement as y/n awkwardly smiled at him, his gaze held strong and unnerving as his eyes trailed up and down on y/n's form.

'𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵..'

y/n felt their body unconsciously tuck in on itself when they noticed bakugou's eyes trailing down their form, watching their every move with a fire burning red beneath those eyes.

'𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~'

bakugou almost found himself chuckling as he watched y/n practically crumble under his gaze, it's as if y/n didnt know their gaze held a similar effect on him as well. although with him, it's more internalized.

'𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,

𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~'

y/n could feel their heart explode in their chest, did bakugou know the effect he had on them?? it doesnt help the fact that this could very much all be one sided, y/n felt even more embarrassed remembering that the music was playing in 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 ears.. not his

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴..'

bakugou watched in mild confusion as y/n suddenly buried their face in their hands, slowly peaking at him through their fingers before quickly going back into hiding.. did y/n really think covering their face would stop him from admiring them?

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴...'

y/n could only pray that bakugou would stop staring at them with that look any time soon.. how could they even try to calm their rapidly beating heart?? was he trying to give them a heart attack??!??

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴..'

bakugou continued to watch in slight amusement, silently laughing at how he probably would've had a similar reaction if roles were reversed. where he was the one who caught y/n staring, but then again.. he and y/n are very different.

for one, you'd never catch him hiding his face behind his hands.

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,'

y/n sucked up their nerves and took one final peak at bakugou from behind their hands, silently awing at the way the ends of his lips quirked up into a ghost of a smirk, a smile even.

quietly removing their hands from their face, y/n maintained eye contact to the best of their ability. even with the growing temperature change running up their neck.

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.'

bakugou simply watched y/n's reactions to his gaze, posing as indifferent as he soaked up their attention for the short while. fuck.. why did they have to sit so far away from him??

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴<3'

y/n recalled accidentally writing out the last lyrics from before, internally burning at the fact they immediately thought of 𝗵𝗶𝗺 once they read the miswritten lyrics.

'𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴!'

bakugou saw how y/n quickly glanced at their notebook with thoughtful eyes, before looking back at him and seemingly melting in their seat.. oh how he wished he knew what they were thinking..

'𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘳..

(𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~)'

y/n closed their eyes, trying with every fiber in their body to relax their racing heartbeat and thoughts. only to open them and need to start the process all over again as they realize bakugou has yet to look away from them

'𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵..

(𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~)'

a sudden clap at the front of the classroom broke the two out of their trance. y/n slid off their headphones, letting them rest along their shoulders. all attention went to the front of the class where Aizawa stood, as soon as all eyes were on him he began what he had to say,

"the test has been postponed, something came up all of a sudden as principal nezu.."

y/n straight up put their headphones back on, not even bothering to listen to the rest. they stared down at their nearly completed notes, guess they'll just have to finish them when the test is a week away again.. casting a glance at the poorly erased lyrics from before, y/n felt their heart hammer in their chest once more.

'𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢,

(𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~)'

bakugou silently rolled his eyes with a 'tch', not even bothering to listen to the explanation. he lazily gazed at nothing in particular, yet he couldn't help in the sudden shift of his attention.

'𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵,

(𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~)'

y/n was irked at the fact they could no longer listen to their favorite song without thinking about that hothead and the staring contest they shared just now. although, that's probably half their fault.. sighing, y/n dug into their pocket and pulled out their phone.

'𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,

(𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~)

bakugou grumbled as he removed the single earbud he wore in his left ear, feeling around in his pocket as he pulled out the case and his phone

'𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴..

(𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~...)'

both students simultaneously turned on their phones. both proceeded to check their notifications, clicking on something before turning off their respective devices and kept their attention in front of them.

although the two different students sat on different sides of the classroom, they still thought about each other without the other's knowledge. they both found themselves glancing at the other, and both had unknowingly felt the other's gaze.

both students were listening to music, somehow having the same song playing in their ears. they'd never tell a soul about how the song they were listening to was from a playlist they individually created.

y/n's was 'thinking about him<3'

bakugou's was 'only them'

hm..

maybe the two aren't so different after all..

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