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chysalxsm · 2 years

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─── ❝ DILFFLIX ❞ ───

Misbehaving pt.1: [pt.2]

Day 1: of my DILF series. This contains DILF!Professor Zhongli x reader. Heavy smut so read at your own risk. Hope you guys enjoy it and have a nice day/night🤍

DILFLIX: Event

This was a request from @tsuyato !

Contains: Dom!Zhongli, Sub! gn reader, Teacher/Student, reader is 18+, degrading, spanking, name calling (darling, sweetheart, love, slut), fingering,oral (reader receiving), overstimulation (2x)

Since you've gotten into college you just couldn't keep your eyes off, of your history teacher...

His long silky brown hair, always in a low pony tail, silver glasses hanging low on his high bridge nose, eyes fixated on the book he was reading out loud, and his brown colored suit fitting him just perfectly.

How come it is always the older men you find attractive, that already have children and are probably married too... Your best friend shook your shoulders, disturbing you from ogling at your attractive teacher. ,,Miss Y/N, I would like for you to stay after class. It isn't the first time you weren't paying attention and being lost in your thoughts." Your professors voice was deeper than usual but it still had the soft touch to it. You were embarrassed to say the least, getting caught by him.

You knew you weren't the only student crushing on him, hell there were even more worse students than you. Coming to school with naughty clothes on, that could get them dress-coded fast but they don't care. What they just want is his attention. Skirts seeming way to short for their own comfort and the shirts unbuttoned way to deep that people could see the lingerie they are wearing.

You knew it was bad for you to be crushing on a teacher but no one could blame you. His attractiveness, his deep voice and well mannered behavior was the reason why you were having a crush on him. Dirty thoughts roam most of the time on your mind while thinking of him. Oh, how you whished that he would just bend you down on his desk fucking you so hard that you can't walk for days, or him pushing your head down till the base of his cock, making you choke around his cock and...

,,Fuck.." You sighed out, Mr. Zhongli handed you worksheets out that you need to finish before the class ends. You look at the tasks, completely dumbfounded from the questions. Out of nervousy you start to nibble on your pencil, hopefully your professor doesn't notice you struggling to answer the questions. As you look up from the sheet of paper, you were straight up met with the eyes of Zhongli. Your back straightened up immediately not wanting to seem bored. He let out a chuckle before looking down at his desk, his eyes leaving yours.

Time passed and you were looking out the window, completely giving up to even try and answer them. You were once again disturbed from your thoughts as the bell rang. You lean back at your chair, stretching yourself out as you watch everyone leave the room one by one. ,,Tell me everything after, okay!" Your friend shouted before waving you a goodbye as she left the classroom. Now it was only you and him. Every student already going home, while you're still stuck here.

You slowly stood up, walking towards Mr.Zhongli. You made sure, your hips were swaying while doing so. His eyes were fixated on you the whole time, mostly on your chest. You went to the first row and sit down on a chair. You were jealous of that person, they just can watch him from so near and they chose not to? If you and many other students were right in front of him seated, your eyes would never leave his face. Wouldn't even leave the way he wa-

,,Miss Y/N..." Zhongli sighed as he watches you. Your eyes widened, knowing you were once again lost in your thoughts but right in front of him. ,,I'm sorry professor!" You apologize, embarrassed from your behavior. You aren't a horny teen anymore but this man just made you feel things that you never felt anything before. He sighed out again, before starting to speak again. ,,I can't help but notice you watching me a lot in my class...and then not even noticing when I'm talking to you Miss Y/N. Is there something you want to tell me?" Fuck. He caught you.

You were sure that this is going to be way more awkward than it already is, if you don't answer him anytime soon. You nibble on your lips, nervous on how you should answer him. ,,I-I uhm didn't notice it myself and I'm very sorry for my behavior...You are just a very attractive professor and I can't help mys-" You cut yourself off, not believing what you just admitted right in front of him. Your eyes widened and now you just wish to be buried alive and never come back.

Zhongli's mouth formed into a slight smile. A chuckle leaving his mouth. ,,Well there's something I also need to admit Y/N. Not only have you been keeping your eyes on me but I also did. I still need to punish you for not listening and doing nothing in class though.." His words shocked you. Never have you thought of your professor to even slightly like you in a romantic way. Well this was your chance now wasn't it? He likes you too, he could fuck you like you always imagined but why do you feel bad now? What about his wife?? ,,Sir, I know that something like this is very wrong. I think you have a wife that awaits your arrival so I think I should leave right now..." You said, wanting to stand up but he spoke up. ,,You can just call me Zhongli. I am not married anymore, she died in a car crash some years ago." You are shocked from his words. He wasn't married? But there is a picture of him and his daughter on his desk.

What are you even doing? This is your only chance and you want to just go home and destroy the only one time opportunity? Well, not anymore. You stand up, Zhongli joining you. ,,I'm sorry for your loss Zhongli, it must've been very hard for you and your daughter." You say, nibbling on your lips again and looking down at the wooden floor. You hear his footsteps as he walks towards you. Zhongli's fingers lift your chin up, now your lips were almost touching from how close you guys stood. ,,If you don't want this then we can stop..." He says before connecting your lips together. The kiss is rough and passionate, lips moving against each other as your hands goes up to his chest, holding against his white blouse. ,,Fuck..." A moan leaves your mouth before you break the kiss. ,,This will be our little secret alright?" Zhongli whispers into your ear and a shudder leaves your spine. He walks towards the door, closing it so nobody can disturb you.

,,Lay stomach down on the desk and pull your pants down with your panties sweetheart~" Zhongli hums as he watches you obey him completely. Your bare ass with your private part is fully exposed just for his eyes only. His hands rests on the fat of your ass. Your breath hitches and a slight moan leaves your mouth as you felt a strike. He was spanking you...'That's all I ever wanted, thank you' your hands grip the corner of the desk, trying not to moan from the sensation. You could feel yourself dripping from the pain and pleasure mix.

,,Such a naughty slut, hm? Getting all wet from me spanking you as a punishment, aren't you ashamed?" Zhongli's voice was even deeper than usual. His fingers prodding down towards your hole, his middle finger slowly pushing inside you. ,,Oh..f..fuck~" you moan out and arch your back as he curls his long finger inside you. ,,You like that slut?" Zhongli nibbles on your ear and a shaky moan leaves your mouth. ,,Mhm, I do sir~" you admit, not feeling shy or embarrassed anymore, you rather felt more bold. His ring finger soon entered your quivering hole too, making your eyes roll back. It was to much for you, you can't help but cum around his fingers.

,,You've made such a mess love~ let me clean you up~" Zhongli got on his knees, spreading your thighs and then taking your sex in his mouth. A whiny moan slipped out of your mouth and your hands tangled his hair, pulling his head more near your private part. ,,Fuck, you taste so good~" Zhongli is needy. It's like he's hypnotized by it, wanting more and more of you. The grip on your thighs is hard, probably leaving a mark after he's done with you. ,,Fuck~ Zhongli, g..gonna cum again!" You warn him, but he fasten his pace up. Not soon after you came, a loud moan escaping your lips as you try your best to calm down from the intense orgasm.

,,Mr. Zhongli? What are you doing in there?" It was Mr. Ajax's voice...

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zojastankovic · 3 months

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˚⋆｡○ Making gingerbread house ○｡⋆˚

┊👾┊Activity title: Making gingerbread house and cookies

┊👾┊Duration: 8h on December 2nd

┊👾┊Type of activity: creativity

˚⋆｡○ Activity description

╰┈➤ This year I joined this "winter-tradition" of making gingerbread house that my friends have been doing for years. 7 of us literally gave our souls in attempt to make this house from scratch. This "operation" was held at my friend Anja's place, and she made a batch of gingerbread dough the day before (thank youuuu). The planning of this project started weeks ago, so it's a little bit unfair to say that this activity lasted for 8h. We had our "meetings" on breaks between classes where we picked designs, inspo-pics and calculated measurements of everything.

Here you can see our final decisions in making, as well as Petar and Anja doing some hard math stuff in order to get the right proportions. (I heard that he was using trigonometry 😶)

╰┈➤ We started making walls and roof, and with leftovers we made cookies! Our goal was to make everyone's whishes and suggestions come true, so the house wasn't that "aesthetically pretty" but is surely was cute and loveable!

╰┈➤ Decorating it was, i have to admit, pretty fun until it became kind of stressful. We made a huge mess but at the end it was worth it! Everyone took a part in it, it's visible on house that it was a product of a few different hands. Here are the walls that i have decorated:

╰┈➤ After the parts were baked, we "glued" them with home made caramel. We even succeed to make a fence. The words can't describe how proud we were of the final look of this cute house, we even bought lights to put them in it; here's the picture:

˚⋆｡○Learning outcomes

┊👾┊Show commitment to and perseverance in CAS experiences

┊👾┊Demonstrate that challenges have been undertaken, developing new skills in the process

┊👾┊Demonstrate the skills and recognize the benefits of working collaboratively

˚⋆｡○ Reflection

This activity was one of the best things i took part in this year. Not only did i got closer to my friends, but we learned to work together, respect each other's opinions and suggestions, to find fun in small things, and of course, to bake! We also got a chance to meet each other better by listening to the music each of us likes, doing karaoke, having long talks and spending the whole day together.

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tealeafgrimm · 2 years

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Could I maybe request snape having to babysit one of the professors child because they suddenly got sick and maybe the baby just finds interesting, especially his nose

Get Along

Severus Snape x Reader's!Child Words: 2.1k Summary: Severus Snape is fantastic at brewing potions. He is an excellent Legilimens. What he is not, however, is a babysitter. He didn't like children. The smaller the worse. So what is he supposed to do when he suddenly has a baby thrust into his hands? A/N: Thank you so much for this idea, I really enjoyed writing this one. However, I did not want to go OOC with Snape, so I hope I did it justice and I hope it turned out okay. Please let me know how you liked it.

Sniffling and repressing a cough, you took your seat on the staff table at the Great Hall. Your eyes were swollen and you could feel how red and raw your nose was from all the tissues you had used the whole night. You were the spitting image of misery. The complete opposite could be said for the nine-month-old little boy, that now sat contently on your lap and was playing with a spoon he had just found. His little babbles and laughs rang in your ears and, even though usually those were the best sounds in the world, you whished for them to stop, because they made your head hurt. You tried to block out everything around you, just desperately trying to somehow survive the day. Deep in thoughts you did not realise that Minerva had taken her seat beside you and was staring at you in concern.

“Why aren’t you in bed Y/N? You don’t look like you should be sitting here”, she asked and startled you. “Oh, good morning Minerva. Well, I still have classes, right? And what am I supposed to do with him?”, you asked your voice sounding weak and raspy, while indicating to your son, who was contently chewing on his spoon, drooling over himself in the process. “Nonsense.” With one swift motion your son was swept away from your lap. “You go to bed and rest. I’ll take him for you, don’t worry. And the students…well, let me assure you they will survive without you for one day. We’ll find a substitute for most classes and the others just have to be cancelled.” You had to admit, you did not dare to talk back to the head of Gryffindor house. She had the ability to make you feel like you were a student yourself. Thanking your colleague and giving your son a quick kiss on the forehead, you left the table to retreat to your personal chambers.

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Minerva had to be honest. It had seemed like an easy decision to take over the baby from Y/N for the day, but boy she was tired now. At nine-month old, the little boy was starting to discover the world, crawling over the floor, grabbing everything to his left and right. And to be held up high by somebody, just was not his plan at all. So, when lunch time rolled around, she was glad to reach the staff room. There she could let the baby down on to the floor, without having to worry that he would get into student’s school bags, eat anything that was not safe or anything else. After setting the baby down, she fell into the nearest chair close by. Being occupied with the little boy, Minerva had not registered, that there was another person in the room. “Having fun?”, came a cold, snarly voice from the other end of the room. Severus stepped away from a shelf and sat down next to the older teacher. With s slightly disgusted look on his face, he looked down at the baby.

The only answer he got was a small huff. Watching the child, trying to put everything he got into his mouth, only showed him again, why he would never want children of his own. It was disgusting. He drooled over everything and Severus had to quickly grab his bag of the floor to prevent the little by to put on of its straps into his mouth. “I really do not know how Y/N is doing this! I mean, he is sweet, but he just does not stand still for one second. I could not concentrate on my teaching today. I feel like the only thing I was doing, was chase him around the classroom and prevent him from eating everything!” Severus had to admit, that Minerva’s voice had not sound this tired in a long time. She just had finished her sentence, when she had to spring up again, grabbing a bottle of butterbeer away from him. She picked up the baby boy again, trying to distract him.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door, and a second later the head of a seventh-year Gryffindor appeared in the door. “Excuse me Professor McGonagall, but there was an accident in the common room, you should really come!” To be honest, even though she did not want to know, what exactly had happened, she was happy to have an excuse to leave the baby. With an eager thrust, she handed the boy over to her bewildered looking colleague and hurried out of the door. “Just watch him for a second, will you!”, she shouted at Severus, after she was already out of sight. The baby was just as bewildered as the dark-haired teacher. Both of them made no sound or movement. Severus held the small child in his outstretched hands, as far away from himself as possible, not knowing what had just happened. And the baby had been caught off guard by the change of hands, that he still looked at the space, where his former caretaker had just vanished.

Still holding the baby as far away from him as possible, Severus walked back to his seat. He would not take care of this baby, he had papers to grade. And even if he wanted to babysit, which he didn’t, he didn’t even know what to do with a baby. He sat the infant down and seated himself at the desk. Maybe if he ignored the boy, he would busy himself with something. But to his annoyance, the baby seemed to have taken a great interest in the all-black figure. “Shoo. Go play or chew or whatever it is you do”, Severus mumbled as the child pulled himself to his feet, holding on to the chair that the potions master was sitting on. He tried to ignore the babbling that came from below, but as the babbles grew into shrieks, Severus had no other option, but to pick up the child.

With a disgruntled look he stared at the little boy, who was wiggling in his arms. How could anybody want something like this. All it could do was drool, snatch things away and be terribly obnoxious. The little boy gave him a smile and presented him a single tooth on the lower row of gum. “What? You think I’m funny? Listen boy, I will not start to play with you, so you better stop- Do not touch me!” The little boy had started to make grabby motions towards Severus face and was trying with all his might to reach the teachers large nose. “Oh, so that what is so funny, is it? My nose?”, Severus hissed and glared at the boy, you did not seem to be bothered what so ever by the unfriendly tone. His nose was a sensitive topic for Severus. It had been the starting point of a lot of mocking and bullying when he had been younger and to think that already a baby would make fun of him for it, infuriated him. Still the boy tried to get a hold of it, so Severus had to grab his hands and push them away from his face.

For the first time, the baby started to fuss in an unhappy way and small wails began to escape him. “Don’t you start crying now!” But it was to late, big tears gathered in the eyes of the child and made their way over his face as he began to wail. “Good Godric, how to I turn you off?” Severus did not know what to do. He had never even held a baby before this moment. What was he supposed to do? It was not like he carried baby toys with him at all times and Minerva had not left anything for the boy behind. Searching for anything that could distract the little boy, Severus eyes landed on a cabinet to his right. In there, he stored some of his lesser used Potion supplies and some of the other teachers stored back ups in there. With the crying boy in his hands, he opened one door and took a look inside. There was an old cauldron and a few empty vials. Maybe he could distract the boy with that.

He sat the baby on the ground, only for the wails to increase. Severus could feel how the headache was starting to form, he had to act quick now. He took the cauldron and the vials out and sat them before the boy. Instantly the crying stopped, as the baby inspected the new things in front of him. After he looked at everything for a moment, he starred up at Severus questioningly. “Well…go ahead. I’m not going to play with you, so you better do it yourself. Just try and not put the vials into your-“, but he stopped midsentence. Babbling happily, the little child had already put one of the vials into his mouth. “Great. Y/N will owe me a new one. I’m not going to touch that anymore.” Having been successful in distracting the little boy, Severus went back to his grading. Every once and then, he looked at the child. Even if he did not like it, he was in charge of him now, so he better did not get hurt or he would never hear the end of it.

Severus had to admit to himself, that the child seemed to be quiet taken with the self-made potion kit. He was pouring non existing liquid from the vials into the cauldron and made stirring motions with his hand, when he had finished. Maybe there was some hope for the boy. However, the distraction only lasted for about ten minutes. The boy had crawled back over to where Severus was sitting and began to pull out one of his potions book out of his working bag. “Definitely not. You will not touch this with your dirty little hands.” Severus snatched the book away rm him and regretted it in an instant. The wailing and crying began again. Sighing, Severus picked up the baby and settled him onto his legs. “Okay, you may take a look at it but I will flick the pages.” What was wrong with him? Was he really suggesting to read a book to this child?

“Okay, so what do we have? AH! This is Asphodelus. This is useful if you want to make a paste for wounds, you know. You can also brew it into tea, but you have to be careful because it can be poisonous. And of course, it is part of the Draught of Living Death.” Without trying to take the book from his hands, the little boy seemed to listen to every word Severus told him. After his caregiver had stopped talking, the boy turned in his seat to take a look at him. “What? You want to read more?”, Severus asked the boy in a tone of surprise. He was not used for anybody to be this interested in hearing him talk about potion ingredients. “You know, maybe you are not that bad after all. Maybe I should read you some of these third-year essays, so could see the number of morons I have to teach. Some of their answers would make you laugh, believe me!”

For the next half an hour, Severus continued to read the book at the little boy. Every now and then, the baby would babble and laugh, nearly as though he was agreeing with what Severus was saying. And even though, he would never admit it out loud, Severus was enjoying himself as well. It was not often that somebody found what he was saying interesting, that it was a baby of all people was not ideal, but it was a start. The door to the staff room opened in a swift motion and Minerva McGonagall strode into the room. As soon as she had closed the door behind her and her eyes found the baby on Severus’ lap, she stopped dead in her tracks. Slowly a smile formed on her face. “Oh how sweet! Are you enjoying your time with him Severus?”. She asked delighted, though he was able to detect a mocking undertone to it.

“Absolutely not!” “Oh I have to tell Y/N, maybe you could watch him for her the next time!” “I do not like this child and I definitely will not look after him again!” The boy in his lap started to wiggle impatiently, he wanted to continue reading the book. He again, turned towards Severus and, before he could be stopped, had grab his nose and sequel in delight. “Oh, it seems that he likes you”, Minerva laughed at the scene unfolding in front of him. The baby’s grip on his nose tightened and the giggles increased. “Traitor”, Severus mumbled under his breath, as he tried to prey the little hand from his face.

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mady871 · 10 months

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LISTEN TO HOW SHE SPEAKS FOR KANTHONY! I AM SO EXCITED FOR S3

FANDOMS EVERYWHERE NEVER LEARN!!!

GRANTED IT WILL NOT BE AS GOOD AS THE BOOK! IT NEVER IS! SO MAKE DUE WITH EITHER WATCHING OR NOT BUT IF YOU DECIDE TO WATCH, THEN THEY MIGHT BE MORE INCLINED TO GET TO YOUR PRECIUS SHIP OF CHOICE!!!

OLD FAN HERE. FROM FANDOM OF OLD, THE FIRST ON THE NET:

HERE ARE MY CONSIDERATIONS:

I might have an idea of where are they going with season three if indeed it’s the last. if not even better, and it’s going to be glorius i think. sad that the actors for daphne/simon have decided not to reprise th role. i read this series years ago and i love all the books and carechters and the ensamble is unbelievable. my favorite is of course Penelope. i wish they had made show Penelope darker, and if she is, IT MAKES SENSE. I LOVE WHISTLEDOWN, but that is just me. show Pen might regret it on screen and want to be better. i wished instead she wouldn’t apologize to anybody. she had her reasons, and they are just as valid if not more then other. don’t canoodle in public and nothing would have hasppened. i think the Bridgerton are some sort of magnets for scandal and despite that they are not goven their due because they are who they are, while everyone else gets threted the same. bottom of the piramid is the Feastherington, and other then false pleasentries, they are threted as such. Penelope stands out, because she rebelled to the shackells not only of being a woman, but being a Featherington. PLUS whistledown, or the real society papers were mostly read by middle to lower class and they were to provide entrteniment to the average commoner.

ITS FUNCTION IS TO MOCK THE TON!

YOU ARE A PART OF THE TON, YOU ARE FAIR GAME. AGAIN BEHAVE WELL AND NOTHING WILL HAPPEN TO YOU.

Don’t try to lie and cheat and make your way to a marriege where your husbund will have to raise someone else’s son. be upfront and marry. why wasn’t Marina upfront with Colin and give him the truth? why didn’t Colin listen to his darling friend Pen. i see Pen here stuck between not two but three sides. Colin, her own family and Whistledown, and Whistledown never betrayed her! lesser evil and all of that. today’s generation in commenting this issue show their naivety. you cannot judge a period piece with your modren criteria. you would need educate yourself on society in the 1810-1820 onwards.

AS A BUSINESS WOMAN, WHO EARNED HER OWN FUNDS, PENELOPE IS An INDIPENDENT, GO-GETTER. which is more then can be said for Eloise in the show, or earlier books!

PENELOPE KNOWS HER WORTH, and utilises it at he best of her ability to try and limit her parents absolute incapability of managing the estate and the title. the lenght she goes to make sure her sisters are taken care of, i would have not done it. GOODBAY AND GOOD LUCK!

PENELOPE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE TON AT LARGE.

she only wants someone to love her (WILL ACCEPT ARRANGED RESPECTFUL MARRIAGE AND EVEN LATER SEPERATE LIVES. DOES NOT EXCEPECT COLIN), a house to manage and children of her own. much like a woman of her time. a girl really, that was already put on the shelf the day she debuted.

RIMINDING PEOPLE THAT WATCH THE SHOW BUT NOT REALLY, THAT PENELOPE GAVE THE QUEEN THE DEEPEST, MOST DELICATE OF BOWS EVEN SURPRISING HER OWN MOTHER, WHO LET IT GO. COINCIDENCE, I THUIK NOT. BUT I DO NOT LIKE SHONDA RIMES, SO GOD KNOWS WHAT THAT WOMAN CAME UP WITH! “SHUDDER AS A X-PHILE”

PENELOPE HAS A TEMPER. NOT SOMEONE YOU WANT TO TRIFLE WITH, an i whish for s3 to show it. i want s3 to show that because of eloise/colin, for pen not to have a choice and shun whole of them. protected them long enough at her own expense!

PS: WORST WITLEDOWN VICTIM OF ALL? WHY, pen herself. None shunned, malingned overlooked, ignored, sneered at MORE than our Pen.

SHE REALLY MEANT ALL OF THOSE THINGS SHE WROTE ABOUT HERSELF OF THE DARLING BRINDGERTON CAME TO HER DEFENCE. ELOICE MANTIONED HER FAMILY, NEVER PEN HERSLF.

PENELOPE HAS BEEN LOOKING IN A MIRROR FAR LONGER THEN ANY OTHER CARACHTER.

FOR ME THAT SCENE WITH COLIN WAS SO FITTING, SHE BELIEVES WHAT THE MIRROR REFLECTS, AND HE SHOWS HER AND ONLY THEN SHE REALLY BELIEVES HIM! ONLY FUCKING THEN.

SHE IS NO VILLAIN, EVEN IF SHE WAS, SHE MANAGED NOT TWO BUT I THINK THREE SEASON BEFOR BEING DISCOVERED, AS SHE HAD ALREADY A SEASON UNDER HER BELT ALREADY DESPITE NOT HAVING HER COMING OUT TO THE QUEEN. BEFORE THE BRIDGERTON CAME TO LONDON FOR DAPHNE, BEFORE ELOISE.

MIGHT BE THE ANTI-HEROINE. NO DAMSEL IN DISTRESS I IMAGINE, SHE NEDDED TO BE!!

LASTLY, BEACAUSE IF I WAS IN PEN , IF I WAS IN HER SHOES IT WOULD BLOODY ANNOY ME TO HIGH HEAVENS TO THE POINT OF CALLING FOR STEALING TO THE LOCAL COINSTABULERY, ELOISE RUMMEGING THROUGH PEN STUFF, TURNING UP A BLOODY FLOOR BORD, BOY YOU BETTER RUN, I WOULD HAVE BEATEN YOU WITH IT!

THE UTTER PRIVILEDGE, AND DISRISPECT! THE UTTERMOST ROTTED THING ELOISE COULD HAVBE DONE, AND I SEE NO ONE ASKING WHY ELOISE DIDN’T CAME TO THE CONCLUSION SOONER AND FUCKING ASKED PEN, INSTED OF MAKING SUCH A MESS! IT ANNOYED ME SO MUCH LIKEHOW FUCKING DARE YOU? TO SOMEONELSE’S HOUSE, OH BOY!!!!

PEN IS A KEEN LISTENER, SHE TELLS THE TRUTH. SHE DOES NOT RUMMAGE IN PEOPLE GARBAGE! AND THAT IS WHAT ELOISE DID! IT’S MAYBE EVEN MORE UNFORGIVABLE THAT THE WAY COLIN SPOKE OF HER.

CAUSE YOU JUST KNOW THAT ELOISE IS GOING TO BE FINE, SHE IS A BRIDGERTON! (CAN’T DO NO WRONG!) AND YOU KNOW SHE WILL TELL SOMEONE, I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES (PLUS SHONDA RIMES! #ONEOFTHEWORSTSHOWRUNNERSEVER).

COLIN...oh you little summer child, the first three books “open mouth insert footh” lord almighty just thank good you are cute! noting bewtween the ears.forth book for me was oh, colin you utter imbecil, you pillock!!! still knows almost nothing ( insert John snow-kit harrington picture here”. still in the end he got it thank god.

WISTLEDOWN IS THE REASON WHY YOU KANTHONY, SIMON AND DAPHNE AND BENEDICT AND SOPHIE! FUCKING DEAL WITH IT!

Without wistledownn there would be no Bridgerton series! no ships no nothing. maybe it just me that nitece the intricaces but thats kindergarten stuff. READING comprehension and all of that!

SO PUT THAT IN A PIPE AND FUCKING SMOKE IT!

FINALLY I WANT TO SEE THIS SIDE OF PENELOPE. enough with the sadness and the need to atone for sins were there were none!!! some anger would do her good. I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT.

...”feels good TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S YOURS every once in a while...”

#penelope featherington #bridgerton #lady whistledown

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genioushardcore · 2 years

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#Criticism #Bundeswehr #SnuffStudios #Jobs #Education

Continously, tests, any Class-Fashistic Group, to get so called Snuff-Videos (Exicution-Videos) of my Death, they respond, that they would be, Bundeswehr-Serveants, partly do they whish, to fullfill, any #MollowMan (Movie), Idiotism, by their Kiddos, which the leading stages, by the Bundeswehr, still tests, to handycap, based upon, the Whisdom, which one myself really is.

Noticing, they screened, short before, via Military-Funk, that the responsibles, if they would be, Bundeswehr-Serveants, would be thrown out, as Right-Radical stamped Monsters, wgich would get their strictly clear, war juristical handleshipment, in Front of a Warcrime-Court.

By the way, if it's about #jobs, my #Training is mostly #Warlaw and #NearCombatFightStrategies .

And again, I must #wait, since any U.N.-Representative, delivers me a #Contract, as my #Original , before of that, may I not, get any other #Job, so does it #InternationalWarlaw tell.

My #JobTraining is the one, in which they yell, that I would be, a #TopTip , or a #TopTerrorist . In a short amount of time, is it judged, and if I ever would like, to start another job, I can just believe, that the #Boss , would not like, to have me in her/his #Building , because, if I ever switch to be a TopTerrorist, is it the case, that my #LastPosition (last measured Position), and usually, my #HomeAddress, is getting, a #Rocket , which would mean, I would just be, a case, for so called #HomeOffice Jobs. No other way, to think about. By the way, this is seriously my whisdom. And, before of a contraction, may myself not even think about, another job, besides #InternationalWarlaw , to my #Education . Was this clear, enough?

Even so, nice to know, my #HobbyJob #Hobby, #MediaDesign, espeacially, #ShortFilms ( #MusicVideos in that way), made even so, the #MovieIndustry #Movie #Industry noisy, as minimum, some #MovieStudents , but even so, they must wait, since I got the contract.

Noticing, the damn Idiots, which still test, to get #SnuffVideos, because, I would be #NoOne and #Nothing, please call yourselfs #ClassFashistic #AntiSocialists , because, my class made me, no other Option, than beeing any #HobbyDetective #Detective , by the gouvernment, to delete, the #ArmageddonFreaks , which are still testing, to delete me, because, they just know, about a #HauptschulAbschlussNeun in an english way, told: #JuniorHighSchoolCancelerScore out of School-Eras, but that, was the case, because #ArmageddonPunkingNazis were not willing, to let a higher School Degree, to, for any in poverty living Person, by birth. My out of #school, mostly, by the #Internet trained beeing, (most of the time, #Wikipedia ), got trained, ways higher, than the class-fashistic Idiots, would like, to let to. They, were blackmailing me, for too many times, if I ever reach out, to a german-school Degree, named: #SekundarAbschlussII , a.k.a.:A #RealschulAbschluss , would I get killed. I still try to handycap, their Killer-Ideas, but my real School-Degree, got measured by the Bundeswehr, and they stated, that I would have been sending them, around 22 Doctor-Works #Doctrins , based upon my Internet-Researches and what myself, concluded, out of the #Research, where my troubles are out of and what my troubles were and are.

Noticing, in the final, my troubles, began, at the #financialweakness by my family, and any still too strong, open-mind, which was not really, willing, to split, of #classfashism . Their Idiotisms, are still in the research and even besides #BankerDetectives , not to understand, that less than 100 years, after the second worldwar, the same Idiotisms, are still there.

Noticing, when the score, is delivered, for the #DirtJob of an #AttentionSlasher (Attention Exicutor), is myself holding, a pretty high payed Job, but therefore, is my beeing, still, the one, in need to wait. Afterwards, the scoring, do I get, instead of the standard #MercenarySallary , just an amount, of 2 Million US-DOLLAR/Year . But therefor, do I risc, daily, to be called a TopTerrorist. Noticing, even I must research, if myself was enforced, to Terrorism, which type of Terror it was, and who the Terrorists were in Originality, noticing again, I got spoken free, about enforcement cases, but at the same time, should myself initiate operations, against the enforcement cases. By the way, this type, of detective-job, do I got already. Just partly, can't I operate, sgainst enforcement cases, but therefore, must myself, brief as minimum, the Bundeswehr, or Interpol, or the International Strafe Justice Place, direct in The Hague.

Is this now, clear enough?

Even my own, whants to have a life, and a Future, even if, some people, their Idiotisms, are not letting it to, that the employers, by that International Strafe Justice Place, trained me, because they have known me, partly, since day 2, around my life. Noticing, I've been a so called with-victim, of a war-crime-case. And, the employers, in The Hague, by that International Strafe Justice Place, know me, already, as a judged into the job-case, for my talents. If you, try, to get these talents,or that job, please respond, by your own, instead of nerving,the close to an employer-status holding Persons. By the way, the Recruits, for the type of Job, are in need, to run through several hard tests. Espeacially, the Anti-Corruption Test, is pretty hard, or the resistance, against, becoming, a Top Terrorist, noticing, after a special type of training, is delivered, is it partly in less than a second done, to be the next one, with a Rocket, on the rooftop.

To clean up station points, might sound funny, to some, but, it's still, a tough job, to kill, all of the states-traitors. Noticing, I am not a notorious Cop-Killer, but even that was happening, back in the days, for several times. The Bundeswehr, was even so, already, loosing, their minds, about, how often, a Cop-StationCleanUp, was in need to be done. I still remember, how I've been shot, on the lower-right-arm and had luckily, just a strong-bone-swelling.

I've been just there, via Funk, but the pain and the Shot, made me travel, via Funk, to Japane, with my Judgement, TITLE:U.N. TRAVEL PASS And the Idea, to train, in the #HeavensDojõs, which have been noticing me, around the age, of 4, when my first Idiotisms grew, to funk, like a #Ninja If you don't believe me, believe the whisdom by the troopers. If your class-fashism, leads you, to handycap, others future, please stand away of Facebook, Tumblr, and on, because that are #SocialNetworks , not made, for Antisocialists.

Thanks, for your reading, besides Gerhard Sebastian Guder. And now, let's build a future, for anyone, excepting Anti-Socials.

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So today was Carnival and I dressed up as a bee lol

To specify, due to covid there was no party at school but people could dress up, which was fun 😂

#weird carnival #but i do whish i were in the other class #they have got such a great chemistry #i barely talk to the people in mine #i literally spend more time with the other class #they are also cooler #but not in the sense of popular #they are actually nerds 😂#my class is the popular one #:(#i don't get me wrong #i get along with them #i just prefer the other one #they actually dressed up as a whole #i was a lonely bee lol

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gallusrostromegalus · 3 years

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The Power Of Friendship (And This Gun I Found!) Secret Lore

I'm still writing that terrible "Yugioh, but they're all proper feral gremlins based on the Manga/the half-remembered 4Kids dub/my own weird-ass childhood" fic, and while the first chapter isn't ready yet, please enjoy some of the Secret Worldbuilding Lore that exists but didn't quite make it into the fic:

Domino City is in both Japan and the US at the same time, the same way Big Hero 6's San Fransokyo is. In fact, San Fransokyo is about 400 miles northwest of Domino City, which is an amalgam of the Harujuku District and Anaheim CA, where Disneyland is.

Deulist kingdom therefore takes place on Fantasy San Nicholas Island, whish was deserted until Pegasus bought it, mostly because of The Foxes.

Gary Gygax and Walt Disney don't exist in this universe because the Gods made Maximillian Pegasus and Gozaboro Kaiba instead. This is widely regarded as a Bad Move.

J. R. R. Toliken DOES exist and once punched Pegasus while he was a student at Oxford and JRRT was a professor for keeping showing up to his class when he wanted to go do lingusitics instead.

If I had the time/energy/skill to animate this, "The Entity" would be relatively under-rendered compared to everything around it and move in the same way pegasus' toon cards do- pulsing, stretching, pulling faces etc. This is Plot-relevent foreshadowing.

Vampires, werewolves, animated mummies and other movie monsters exist and are generally regarded as Minor nusiances by pest control companies, especially when compared to say, Rats.

Santa Claus is also real and wanted for Crimes Against Humanity.

World War 3 already happened and now the UN nearly functions as intended.

Yugi Does Not Have Parents in this fic. Or rather, they exist but the gang absolutely Does Not Talk About What Happened that resulted in Yugi living with his grandfather.

Like many fantasy and sci-fi settings, this earth has significantly more oxygen in the atmosphere, leading to greater feats of strength and bigger explosions.

A significant number of the criminals and gangs from the Manga/Season 0 left town and were hired by the Rare Hunters because Marik will apparently hire anybody who can be taught to play cards and put on a good show.

Right after getting the Millenium Eye, Pegaus didn't quite understand he was supposed to ONLY paint the Monsters, and sculpted one out of clay instead. Unfettered by a lack of a 3rd dimension or game rules, it promptly came to life and ran off, and is still on the loose.

#Yugioh #YGO #The Power Of Friendship And This Gun I Found #I have summaries for the first 4 arcs #it's gonna get WIERD

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rintarosluvr · 3 years

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do you take requests cus i wanna see more of college mitsuya from your mitsuya hcs O_O it's totally fine if you don't tho!

So yeah here’s a HC about College!Mitsuya :)

Pt.1

The two of would definitely know each other, since you share some classes with him but never really talk until….

“Ms.Y/l/n, Your partner for this project will be Mr. Mitsuya”

“One lucky girl, aren’t you” Your friend teased you

You roll your eyes “Just say that you whished to be me”

“I am definitely not denying that” She chuckled “Here he comes, see ya”

Before you could stop her, she already left

“Hey Y/n, right?” “Mhh” “Can I get your number, so we can easily communicate”

Yeaaa that was just an excuse to get your number

Anyways….

“Dude, did hear about your project partner” Souya asked

“Mhh no, what about her?” “Okay so I heard from her friends, that she thinks that you’re really pretty”

“And?” “Don’t act like you haven’t been crushing on her, since the project has started” Nahoya said stuffing a handful of chips in his mouth

“Okay.. yeah sure, she’s pretty but that all” Mitsuya mumbled

“Liar”

Back to college!Mitsuya 🏃🏽‍♀️💨

I feel like he would join a sport beside you know Sewing, probably sports like basketball or football

He would be known for being the pretty boy in the football/basketball

AH!!!! YALL WAIT

HE would definitely be like one of those guys, that would lift his shirt up to wipe the sweat away from his forehead, so like his abs are visible 😩😵‍💫

This men is gonna be the dead of me…

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Next topic !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitsuya being high

“Wassup?” He greeted you as he opened the door

“I’m here to finish the project” You said

“Ah right, come in” Mitsuya said and held the door wider open for you

The moment you walked into his apartment, you could smell the marijuana

“You have been smoking?” You asked

“Mhhh Yep” He hummed walking past you “ “Are you even thinking straight?”

“Probably not, you want?” He offered the joint

“Why not” You shrugged

I’m not done yet 😌☝🏽!

“Eyo Ka- Dude did you smoke all my shit?” Nahoya asked as he closed the door behind him

Mitsuya chuckled “What, no. I would never”

You push yourself from the ground sitting up

Straight

“Y/n… hey” “Hi Nahoya, I know someone that sells” You said

“For reall?”

You nodded “Lemme call him”

And there you were standing with both the guys, 4 AM waiting for your dealer to bring the marijuana

“I’m gonna pee” Nahoya said before walking away

“Thank you for saving my ass” Mitsuya spoke

“It was nothing” You smiled at him

“Still, you saved me from the rant, he was about to give me” He said wrapping his arms around your waist and place his chin on top of your head

“You’re welcome” You sighed

#college!mitsuya #black reader #mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya x you #mitsuya headcanons #mitsuya x black!reader #tokyo revengers x black!reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers mitsuya #mitsuya

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lesbian-deadpool · 3 years

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Happy Little Accidents

Part Two: Hope

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,317

Warnings: I don’t think there is any?? Crying/light angst, adoption process, stress??

Request: Yes

Summary: You work on getting you little girl back. And hope that it’s successful.

A/N: It’s been a long time coming, I haven’t proof read it or anything (but when do I ever? Lol), so bare that in mind.

Ko-Fi

(Not My GIF)

***

Being a pair of Avengers and going through the adoption process was so very complicated.

On one hand, you were well known across the globe. Household names.

But on the other. You were dangerous people, with violent past's -and futures to come- with more enemies than you could count. Some of which you didn't even know existed. And who in their right minds would ever let a child into that environment? People have been turned down for much less.

However.

You were basically celebrity's. And as everyone knows, that comes with a lot of special treatment. Even if you and Natasha -And most of, if not all of your team- denied to use any of it. But in this case? For little Hope? You would do whatever you had to.

So, it was thanks to that, that you were even allowed to be considered for adoption.

And there was so much work that had to be done.

Papers to sign, meetings to attend, visits and screenings every which way. And so much more.

It was a long and tedious journey. And you still had a long way to go.

Right now, you had to watch as someone picked apart your home -once again- to make sure it was okay for your little girl to come home. Where she belongs.

You had moved not too long ago, maybe a little over two months, and in that time, it had been looked at three times. Which really made it seem like you weren't doing anything, in their eyes, considering you were busy working and renovating the whole place out at the same time.

The day after you and Natasha had to say goodbye to Hope, you knew that you had to get a bigger place than the apartment you had both shared. And began looking for new homes the very same day.

Tony's help wasn't needed, you had plenty of money, but he insisted. So when you two found a townhouse that you absolutely adored, not too far from SHIELD HQ -where you both now worked most of the time. As when Fury found out that you were both to be adopting Hope- or trying to at least, the man lowered your hours and took you off missions altogether. Just until you were all settled-, the billionaire bought it for you, the moment he got wind of it.

You were moved in three days later. Deciding to work on the house while you lived there.

"So, where would the child be sleeping?" Your caseworker asked.

"Oh, right this way," you said, leading her down the hall to the newly decorated bedroom. Natasha following behind.

You gestured to the light pink, yet slightly sparse room. "This is it."

"We still have to pick up some of the furniture. But we've been waiting for the room to be decorated first," Natasha said, excusing the bare room.

"Yeah, Hope's not going to sleep on a stack of paint cans," you tried to joke. To which you barely got a smile from your caseworker, Stephany Halla.

"It look's decorated to me?"

"Oh." Natasha smiled. "We're having a friend of ours paint a mural or two on the walls."

"Yeah, Hope has a few favourite Avengers, so he's gonna paint them. And he's been learning how to draw cartoon characters for it, too."

"He's actually trying to adopt the two kids he took in with his fiance."

"Steve Rogers?" Stephany asked.

"That's the guy," you said, nodding along with Natasha.

"I've seen him around the office," She spoke again a few moments later. "So, when are you planning on getting the furniture for the room?"

"Hopefully, within a month," Natasha replied, "But with our and Steve's schedules, things are up in the air."

It was a difficult start to the adoption process, more so than it was now. Considering that the children legally didn't exist to the world. So, everything was so confusing and thrown up into the air while waiting for the kids to be registered.

Almost like you didn't know whether you were coming or going. Everything stuck in limbo as you waited to see what kind of adoption process you would have to take. And even with all of your connections in the world, you were still left in the dark.

There was the fact that the kids were found overseas in Romania, so they could be considered Romanian. And so, you would have to go through international adoption.

However, none of the children have birth parents and were brought to America because you had rescued them. So, some would say they could be considered immigrants.

Nothing like this had ever happened before.

Babies that had been grown in a lab and saved from a further torturous life, that now needed legalization in the world's eyes.

You and Natasha had to watch as Government's essentially fought over these children you saved. Over the same child, you clothed and fed. The one you played games with and bonded with the little girl you grew to love and consider your own.

So, as the world fought for the right of your child, your little Hope, you waited. Just wishing and wanting to bring your daughter home.

But, luckily for you, the children were now classed as American citizens. Which made it ten times easier for you to adopt than it would otherwise.

Which is honestly just crazy to you, considering just how intensely hard this is.

There were times you didn't believe you could ever adopt your child.

On more than one occasion, Natasha would come to you, saddened to her core, because she truly believed that you would never have Hope in your family.

It was so fucking hard.

Natasha had rolled over one night after you two had -once again- gone through the rules and regulations of adopting. Uttering how you were, "Never going to get her back" that there was "Juts no way, they will let us adopt", as she cried into your arms.

But still, the process continued.

"Well, your home seems to be in good standing. So for. But I advise you to get the furniture for the child's room as soon as possible," Stephane commented as she began packing up her belongings and paperwork.

"Oh, we know."

"Steve did say that he was going to start work on it in the next few days," Natasha added, nodding along with you.

"Well, that's is good news." Stephane smiled. "I'll see you at our next meeting with Hope."

Natasha sighed happily. "We can't wait."

"Well, goodbye then."

You whished the dirty-blonde woman farewell, closing the door behind her.

"We get to see our daughter in a couple of weeks," your red-headed girlfriend said excitedly, dancing from side to side out of pure happiness. Her bright smile filling your soul with warmth, that travelled all the way into your bones.

You matched her emotions, hands coming to curve around her shoulder blades and pulling her close to you.

"I know, Honey. It's been so long since we've seen her. And we're gonna bring her home one day."

That was all you could say before your mouth was covered, with the crushing feeling of Natasha's plump lips against yours.

***

Nerves rattled through you, but you hadn't the faintest idea why, considering this wasn't the first time you had seen Hope. However, it had been one of the first times you were able to see her since the day she was taken away from you.

If you thought you were bad.

Natasha was far worse.

She was practically shaking. From nerves or excitement, you didn't know. But you had a good inkling to think that it was both.

You had done so much for this child in the short span of time you had known her.

And yet, you couldn't imagine your life any other way. The thought of how your life had been that time last year.

No Hope. Surrounded by missions and work. Every free moment you had was spent with Natasha, and the rag-tag group of hero's you had grown to call your family.

It all seemed so foreign now.

Like a past life.

'Wow', you thought, 'Maybe I really am growing up'.

A part of you was afraid that the girl you thought of as your daughter wouldn't recognise you or your []. And would be scared of the two strangers that had just barged their way into her life. Breaking both of your heart's.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Was the thing that greeted you, as soon as the door had swung open. Making you realise just how stupid your train of thought really was.

Natasha rushed forward, scooping the girl up into her arms, with a bright smile upon both of their faces.

"So, I still don't get a name, huh?" you joked, walking over to the reuniting girls.

Brushing a hand over Hope's short hair. Grinning when she reached her arms towards you, ready to give you a hug of your own, which you gratefully accepted.

"Don't worry," Natasha said, rubbing Hope's back as she hugged you, "You'll get a name soon."

"I better. Or else I'm gonna have ta tickle it out of her."

Hope's squeals reached your ears as you threateningly poked her side with your fingers.

"Here, baby. I'll save you," Natasha called, pulling the giggling girl from your arms. Both of them watching as you pulled your hand's in front of your face, wiggling the fingers almost spookily as them. The girls turned to each other, "They're silly."

Then they walked away.

With you calling after them.

"Hey! I may be silly, but-... I have no rebuttal!"

Natasha laughed at this, then greeted the care worker that was patiently waiting for you both. The one that you had only just noticed.

"Hello, Stephany," Natasha said in greeting, shaking the woman's hand. You following suit.

"Hey. How have you two been?"

"Missing this little one," Natasha replied, bouncing the girl on her waist. Receiving fun-filled giggles in return.

"I bet you have. And you, Y/N?"

"Exhausted," you told her honestly, "With moving house and everything, I just want to have Hope home, then sleep for a week."

The care worker laughed at that.

"Let's hope that that's sooner rather than later, then."

Your few hour's with Hope passed faster than you ever could have imagined. You played with blocks, ate lunch, "helped" Hope colour in her haphazardly filled colouring book. You absolutely adored the way her eyes lit up, and she started dancing and flailing her arms when she saw bubbles for the first time. You almost couldn't continue blowing them because of your bright smile.

And now you were watching as Natasha spoke gently to the little girl. Hope's hand's resting on the red-heads cheeks, watching her mother with such concentrating eyes.

You adored your little family.

You just wished you could have them all home.

'One day', you thought, 'one day'.

Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things you've ever had to do.

Just like the last time.

And the time before that.

And the one before that.

It just got harder and harder each and every time you did this.

Hope was crying. And so was Natasha, albeit silently, as she tried to console the toddler.

"I know, my little love, I know-"

"Mommy!" Hope cried.

"I know, angel. We'll be back before you know it, I promise."

"Mommy!"

"I know."

Once in the car, you let your tears fall, Natasha sobbing in the seat beside you.

"I don't think I can keep on doing this anymore," you admitted. Deciding it was best you explained when Natasha turned to look at you, an incredulous look upon her face, "Keep on seeing her, and not being able to bring her home."

"We'll get there," your [] reached over the centre console to squeeze your hand, "We will. You're the one who's always saying that we've got to take after her namesake and have hope."

"But it almost seems endless, Nat."

"I know, honey." She wetly kissed your tear-stained cheek. Her lips, brushing against it as she continued, "We'll bring her home. I just know it."

"I hope you're right."

***

She was right.

Of course, she was right.

She was Natasha Romanoff, after all.

It was like she just had this inability to be wrong.

But in this case? You were so fucking happy about that.

Granted it had taken a while longer -a good eight months- but finally, you were here.

Exiting the courthouse with Hope in your arms, and Natasha by your side. Bright smiles upon all of your faces, about to take the little girl- Your daughter home.

You would never have to say goodbye to her, like that, ever again.

She was legally a part of your family now. And nothing would ever change that.

"Ready to go home, sweetpea?" Natasha asked the beaming girl.

"I don't know about you," you started, "But I think this deserves celebratory ice cream."

"I think you just want ice cream before dinner."

You gave an overdramatic gasp.

"Why I would never! How dare you accuse me of such a thing?"

Natasha laughed at your antics but nonetheless nodded her head.

"I agree. This does deserve celebratory ice cream."

"Yes!" you exclaimed happily to Hope, your free arm raising above your head in victory, making the girl copy you by raising both of her arms.

She was already taking after you.

Your red-headed girlfriend sighed dreamily after you, as you chanted, "Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" On your way to the car.

She couldn't remember a time where she was this happy.

It had been a long time since then.

And Natasha just couldn't wait to see what the rest of her life would bring with the two of you now by her side.

***

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drama--universe · 3 years

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Bad boy and his girl

Requested by anonymous: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a modern ah with Xue Yang? Maybe something along the lines reader rebels against parents and dates him with a fluff ending? Thank you!🥰💗

Word Count: 2223 words

Warnings: toxic parents, cliché, Xue Yang's a bit OC-ish (sorry)

A/n I also want to say that the parents could be considered toxic but I wasn't sure if I should label them as toxic or overly strict, but just to be sure I put it in

You slammed the front door behind you, hoping your parents would hear it loud and clear. You just had another fight and at this point you were sick of them seeking trouble with you. Everyday was a new argument, you could never do something right for them. Your usual points never got praise, but once you had one lesser points and you were a mistake of the family. Unlike your brother, wo's grades were lower than the bloody sea, yet he was the best thing in the world. After all, he would get the family business while you would simply marry a rich man that your parents chose (not like you were going to, but they didn't listen).

The bus arrived and you got on, sitting on the back next to the window. After 10 minutes, you got of and walked to school. You were still in a bad mood, but it just got worse when a motorcycle zipped in front of you. You stumbled before glaring at the person, which you already knew to be Xue Yang.

He was the infamous bad boy of your school. Tattoos, motorcycle, smoked and had a general bad attitude towards school, which was surprising when you realized that he was friends with Xiao Xingchen who was a pretty good student. You didn't necessarily hated him, but rather you were just jealous. He could live the life he wanted and you were jealous because of that.

You shook your head and continued to walk to your class. You entered and suddenly all eyes were on you. You frowned, looking behind you and there stood Xue Yang. He was on time... Xue Yang who never bothered to show up to class and hung around on the roof, was 10 minutes early.

"Am I that good looking, sweetheart?" "In your dreams." You sneered back and he scoffed, walking past you and sitting down in his seat at the back. You sighed and walked to your own seat. Laying your bag on top of your desk before grabbing your phone. You scrolled the news as you waited for the bell to ring. When it did, you put your phone into your bag.

Class started and before you knew it, lunch approached. The bell rang loudly and most students ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. You just waited for a bit before you stood up as well, grabbing your food card and phone before you walked out. You didn't notice the eyes that followed you nor did you hear them following you until you heard the whispers. Then you noticed Xue Yang following you and you bit your lip, turning around and marching his way. You then grabbed his arm and dragged him along to an empty hall.

"Why are you following me?" "Can't I?" He said, leaning down to meet your height and to stand face to face. You sighed, looking away before looking back at him. His face was inches from yours and you noticed his face tattoo. A small moon with a constellation next to it (the cancer constellation). You also noticed a few freckles.

"What do you want?" You sneered and he gave you a smirk.

"Go on a date with me." He said and you glared at him before thinking it through. It would piss your parents off if you did... and it was not like he was that bad looking. Worth it.

"Sure, after school of course." You commented before turning around to walk back, but freezing when you heard him whine.

"Fine~" He whined and you chuckled before continuing back to the cafeteria to get some food. He followed you, like a guard dog, as the other students started to whisper once again. You ignored it and grabbed your food.

The rest of the day went the same way, mostly with Xue Yang hanging around you. When the school day ended, instead of going to your after school lesson, you waited for Xue Yang by his motorcycle. After only 3 minutes, he reached, leaning against his motorcycle as he looked at you.

"Where are we going then?" You asked and he smirked before handing you a helmet. "You carry an extra helmet?" You asked and he scoffed again before putting his own on and throwing his leg over the motorcycle. He looked your way and you got on behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. He drover off and your grip tightened slightly. You drove for about 15 minutes before he stopped driving. You looked around before spotting a fair. You took your helmet off as you got off of the motorcycle before looking at him again.

"A fair?" "I'm good at shooting games." He shrugged and you chuckled, handing him the helmet before turning to the fair. It was small, but it looked fun. Xue Yang locked his motorcycle before grabbing your hand and leading you to the fair. He then stopped, looking at you.

"What do you want to do?" He asked and you looked up before looking around again. You didn't know anything and looked at him sheepishly.

"I've never been on a fair, so I don't really know anything." You admitted and he raised an eyebrow at you before smirking.

"Well, first time for everything." He said and you nodded. He leaded you to what looked like a shooting stand. He paid before grabbing a gun and handing it to you. You looked at him confusingly and he chuckled again as you took it in your hands. He stood behind you and showed you how to hold the gun before helping you aim. You pulled the trigger and one of the balloons popped. You smiled brightly, turning to face him only to jump back when your noses touched.

"Thank you..." You mumbled before aiming again and hitting 2 more balloons. You paused, glancing at Xue Yang to see his reaction. He was just smiling and you bit your lip to hide your own smile before aiming at the balloons again. You shot 2 more balloons before looking at the owner of the stand.

"You can choose one of these." The man said and you looked around before spotting a black panther plushie keychain. You pointed at and the vendor smiled, grabbing the plushie and giving it to you. You thanked him before turning to Xue Yang. You held it out to him and he looked at it with a raised eyebrow.

"For you." "It's usually the man who gifts something to the girl." He said and you frowned, taking his hand and placing the keychain in it.

"I don't like gender roles. Now take it." You said and he chuckled again before placing it in his pocket.

"Attraction next." He then said and you frowned as he dragged you along to what seemed to be the tallest attraction of the whole fair. As you waited in line, you couldn't help but feel nervous as you heard the screams. You debated for a few seconds before grabbing Xue Yang's shirt and clinging to him. He turned his head to look at you before grabbing your hands and removing them from his shirt. You pouted until you felt his arm on your shoulders. You looked at him again before getting a bit closer to him. The line moved quite fast and before you knew it, you were sitting in the front row with the bars already down over your shoulders. You had already grabbed his hand to hold on too and waited for the countdown.

"Ah, couple in the front he? I don't like couples!" The announcer of the ride spoke before you were suddenly launched off into the first loop. You screamed loudly for the whole ride and when you arrived back in the loading station, your hair was a mess and Xue Yang was most likely in pain.

"Oh, someone's getting dumped!" The announcer joked as the bars lifted. You quickly got out of the ride and waited for Xue Yang before leaving the attraction.

"I hate that... I need food." You said, looking around for a food stand. Once again, you were dragged to another stand. The food seemed very greasy and unhealthy, but you could care less as Xue Yang ordered the food. You waited at the table and Xue Yang made his way back with the food and you smiled, thanking him as you helped him put down the food. Just then, your phone rang and you pulled it out of your pocket.

"Ah, it's my mom..." "Take it, I don't mind." He said as he took a bite out of his own food. You nodded with a smile, sliding the icon to the green phone thingy and then put it on your ear.

"Where are you?!" She screeched and you pulled the phone away from your ear, hissing in pain. The smile you had was already gone as you tried to think for an answer. Xue Yang looked at you before grabbing your phone.

"Don't worry ma'am, I'll get your daughter home safely after our date." And then he hung up, handing you your phone like he had not just done that. You took it, turning your phone off before taking a bite of your food.

"Wah, this is good." You said, taking another bite happily. "You learn something new everyday." He said before taking his own phone, holding it out to you.

"Put your number in." He said as he continued to eat. You took another bite before putting down your cutlery and taking the phone. After putting your number in, you handed the phone back and continued to eat.

You went to a few more places, winning a few more plushies (whish Xue Yang gave to you this time) and then came the time to go home. It was already 10 pm by now and 10:30 pm when you arrived at your house. You could see your mother by the door, glaring at the two of you. You got off and gave him the helmet you wore.

"Thanks for today, it was really fun." You smiled and he smirked, sitting on his bike.

"Tomorrow as well?" "Sure." You said before acing on impulse again and kissing his cheek before going to your house, dragging the bag of plushies behind you. You entered the house, ignoring the stares from both of your parents and going to your room. You closed the door and laid on your bed.

Yeah, you were grounded for 2 weeks the next day. You had already sent the info to Xue Yang, but he had only read it. You on the other hand, were literally locked in your room by your parents (and you had no key or inside lock yourself) and you were just laying on your bed. You didn't want to study and you had nothing else in your room besides your phone, yet had no internet since your parents had blocked you from the network. How you had survived until 3 pm was a miracle.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard a knock on your window. You jumped up and stared at the window. There was Xue Yang, his famous smirk already making you feel happy as you walked to the window and opened it.

"What are you doing here?" "Picking you up of course. Saving the princess from her locked room." He teased and you looked at him for a few seconds before nodding.

"I need to change, wait down there. And hide!" You whispered and he nodded, climbing down the tree again. You quickly changed into your favorite outfit (which might have matched a bit with Xue Yang) and pulled some shoes on before taking your wallet and phone. You turned off the light of your room and climb out of the window and down the tree. Xue Yang was waiting there with his motorcycle. It was then that you noticed the panther keychain that hung on the motorcycles key. You smiled before grabbing the helmet he held out. You got on before flinching when you heard your mother screech once again, hanging out of your window as she screamed at you.

"Go, go, go!" You exclaimed and you drove off again to your next destination. You arrived at an arcade.

"Let me guess, you're good at shooting games?" You asked and he shrugged as he pulled the keys from his motorcycle. You went inside and the happy music made you happy immediately. You started to game, Xue Yang showing you how to do everything as you moved from game to game. By the end (5 hours later), you had about 300 tickets and you had probably wasted tons of money. Now it was to decide what to get with the tickets. You didn't want another plushie, so the plushie section was excluded, and the other side was mostly kid stuff. The only thing that you could see was jewelry. And most wasn't your style, but you didn't get to choose as Xue Yang handed the man the tickets. You looked at him as the man handed him a box and he nodded before pulling you out of the arcade.

"What you get?" You asked and he looked at you before telling you to turn around. You did before smiling when you saw a necklace in front of you before he locked it around your neck. You looked down at the necklace, it being a small panther cub necklace.

You smiled again and turned back around. He rolled his eyes at you bright smile before handing you the helmet. You put it on and sat behind him again. He brought you back home like before and once again, your mother was once again at the door. You could care less as you dismounted the motorcycle and handed him the helmet once again.

"Keep the window open." He whispered and your eyes widened in shock.

"You're going to get me end up with bars on my window." You joked and he chuckled. You then leaned up, quickly kissing him before walking to your house and leaving behind a shocked Xue Yang. You once again ignored your mothers screeching, locking yourself in your room once again. You could hear the door lock from the outside and sighed, quickly changing into sweatpants and a hoodie before opening your window. You leaned out of your window, looking down to see Xue Yang. His motorcycle was parked behind your house and he was hiding behind the tree.

"Xue Yang!" You whisper-yelled and he looked up before smirking, starting to climb. Once he reached your window, he climbed inside your room and you closed the window again. You didn't lock it, so that if necessary he could escape quickly. You laid on your bed and after taking his choose and jacket off, he laid next to you. You turned to face him and he laid his arm underneath your head. You laid your head on his arm, still looking at him with a small smile. You staid like that until you fell asleep, not caring if your parents would find you like this as you hugged the man next to you.

#Xue Yang #Xue Yang x reader #The untamed #the untamed x reader #untamed x reader #mdzs #mdzs x reader #mdzs xue yang #mdzs xue yang x reader #untamed xue yang #untamed modern au #x reader #reader insert #modern au

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andguesswhat · 3 years

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The fool on the hill- Chapter 12

Now

Owen watched Tom walk away and had to close his eyes for a moment.

Shit.

That was exactly what he didn’t want to happen.

For Tom to get hurt.

He rubbed his eyes. His thoughts were spinning in his head, his heart ached. He felt paralyzed.

He had been so damn sure that it would be the best for both of them when they just didn’t go further. That keeping their distance would help them. Because once they crossed the line, there would be no turning back. And then what? Tom lived in goddamn London. When… When would they see each other again? Without coming under suspicion.

Maybe never.

It just wouldn’t work.

So why go through this then? Just for a few weeks…

It was hard, every day, every time he got close to Tom and just wanted to jump him, but it the end – he had been so sure – this would be the better choice. For both of them. He didn't want either of them to get hurt by this.

And he had been so sure that Tom would realize that, too.

That this was the only way to get out of this without getting hurt too much.

Or without him hurting Tom too much. He knew himself well enough to know he would.

He couldn’t bear that thought. So during the pandemic break he had made the decision that this time he would act responsible. That this time he wouldn’t be the one hurting someone because he just did what he wanted. This time there wouldn’t be anyone who could blame him, especially not himself.

But what were the cost?

What, when Tom was already hurt?

Tom had looked so sad.

Owen couldn’t stand that he was the reason for this.

He sighed and looked around.

Only then did he notice that Richard was standing in front of his own trailer, looking at him with his arms folded. Okay, that was awkward. Had he been standing there the whole time? Had he involuntarily witnessed Tom’s outburst?

Judging by the admonishing look he gave Owen, he had. This look said nothing else then

“Fix this! Now! Or I’ll kick your ass!”

But even though you, of course, always do what Richard E. Grant tells you to do, Owen didn’t need any kick in the ass anymore, he had realized now how wrong he had been.

Because he had realized now that it was going to hurt either way.

They were already in way too deep for it not to hurt. The longing had become unbearable, and if he was honest, it had been for a long time.

Tom was right. They shouldn’t waste the time they had left.

So fuck being responsible. He didn’t give a shit anymore.

He rather decided that it was his responsibility to make Tom happy.

Now.

He jogged to Tom’s trailer, knocked at the door and waited impatiently for Tom to open while his heart was hammering in his chest. He couldn’t wait to finally do what he wanted to do for what felt like forever.

He wasn’t exactly sure what he had expected how Tom would react to him when he opened the door but the cool and dismissive gaze Tom gave him felt like a punch to the gut.

Owen tried a soft and gentle “Hey…” but as soon as he had said it he knew this wasn’t a good start.

Of course, Tom didn’t reply, just clenched his jaw and looked at him with those sad and hurt eyes.

Okay, Owen really needed to fix this.

So without a further word he stepped into the trailer and tried to ignore the fact that Tom immediately took a step back from him, still with that repellent look on this face.

Owen probably should have said something, something smart, but he got the feeling that he needed to do something first.

So slowly, ever so slowly, as if approaching a wild animal, he reached out his hand… and he was glad to see that after Tom’s eyes at first flickered dangerously, they fell shut for a millisecond when Owen dared to put his hand on his cheek.

So far so good.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he then slid his hand around Tom’s neck to pull him closer, the slight resistance he felt at first, fortunately vanished soon, and when Tom’s eyes softened, Owen swiftly pulled him against his lips and did what he should have done a long time ago.

He kissed him.

Kissed Tom.

On the lips.

His lips on Tom’s.

For a second, the world stood still.

And then everything happened very quickly. Like a starting signal for both of them, they fell over each other. Desperate, hungry, needy. They had both needed this for so long, so they were taking it all.

Desperate hands captivated the other, hungry lips needed to feel the other’s, needy tongues invaded each other’s mouths, fighting for dominance. More than once their teeth clashed, it was raw, but they could not help themselves.

Soon their hands were everywhere, grabbing, pulling closer, clawing into each other’s asses when it still wasn’t close enough, pressing their groins together, their hard-ons together until one hand finally moved between their legs.

A small moan escaped Owen’s mouth when Tom gripped his hard-on firmly through the pants, and the same happened to Tom, when Owen gripped his. They were both rubbing and panting and rubbing and panting and kissing in between.

As soon as Owen pushed Tom onto the bed, they were tearing at each other’s pants, ripping at them, pushing them down to their ankles. Pushing their shirts up. Not more. They didn’t care about more. They both just needed it. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t romantic, after all this time they just had to do it. Fast.

They jerked each other off as they kissed, bit, sucked on each other, all at once, their noses were in the way, the other was still not close enough, just not close enough, and fuck everything felt so fucking good.

They were gasping, they were moaning, they were groaning, yes, yes, yes, their hands were pumping, their hearts were racing until they both – God! Yes! “AAhh!” came, spurting their cum onto the other’s stomach.

…

God…

Finally…

Owen let the sparks of the afterglow glide through his veins, giving him that pure feeling of happiness.

His ears buzzed, his nose tickled while his head rested in the crook of Tom’s neck, and he could feel a slight hint of moisture on Tom’s skin that he immediately had to touch with his lips, had to lick with his tongue.

They moved a little so they could look at each other, both still breathing noticeably.

Tom’s face was flushed, his mouth half open from the panting.

How fucking beautiful Tom looked, Owen thought.

But he had to admit he wasn’t quite prepared to see what happened then. How Tom pulled his hand back from Owen’s cock and licked the spilled cum of his thumb like some goddamn predatory kitten.

And while Owen still had to swallow at this sight, Tom already leaned in to kiss him.

This time their kisses were soft and slow and sensual and it felt so fucking good that Owen thought he wanted to do this for the rest of his life.

Until Tom started whispering names in his ears, cuss names…

“Moron…” Tom nibbled at Owen’s bottom lip.

“Dickhead…” He licked on Owen’s collarbone.

“Wanker…” He nibbled at Owen’s ear lap.

“Twat…”

Okay…

Owen laughed. “Is that some kind of kink I need to know of?”

Tom looked at him provocatively, “Do you think you don’t deserve to be called any of these names?”

Owen immediately raised his hands defensively. “No, no… whatever you like to call me…”

And it occurred to him that he hadn’t said a word of apology yet-

“I’m sorry about the way I acted,” he began, “I … I thought…”

It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to say. He just felt so stupid saying it out loud now. Everything he had thought was right, felt so wrong now.

So he just said, “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

And because Tom just looked at him, he added, “I’ve got what some call bonding anxiety…” Once again he hated himself for being like that and whished he was different.

“What would you call it?” Tom asked calmly.

Owen shrugged his shoulders. “I sometimes do stupid things when someone corners me and expects something from me…”

Tom nodded lightly.

“Just because you humbled yourself to finally kiss me,” he started his response mockingly but then got serious again, “doesn’t mean I want to change you, doesn’t mean I want you to be someone else. I’m not committing you to do anything. And for the bond… “ his voice was very soft now, “I think we already have a bond.” He tilted his head and smiled at Owen. “So too late to back out anyway.”

Owen smiled back at him. It wasn’t that he didn’t know that but Tom was just so fucking endearing. So sweet and kind. But this reminded him of something else though.

“I didn’t want to miss this. I didn’t want to miss… you,” he said, and added to make it less heavy. “I didn’t want to have to go to the – I don’t know… AMTP, to the anonymous missing Tom people… I don’t want any of this. Sad telephone calls, pathetic FaceTime wanks… .”

Tom laughed. “How do you know my FaceTime wanks are pathetic? Wait until you see them! They are … high class!”

Owen laughed. “Yeah, I bet…”

“Okay… I promise you won’t miss me too bad” Tom smiled at him softly. “We just have to kiss as often and …fuck as often as possible” and he was adorable as always when he said the f- word, “..so that we’ll end up being glad to have a break from each other.”

But before Owen could say anything to this tempting offer to spend the next weeks kissing and fucking, a knock on the trailer door interrupted them.

“Tom, are you in there?”

“Shhhhiiiit,” Tom hastily grabbed the linen to wipe the cum off his belly, pulled up his pants, tugged his shirt in, jumped from the bed, ran his hands through his hair and opened the door.

“Hey Lea…” all smiling, all charming, all Tom.

“Hey… Fight training starts in 5 minutes!” Owen heard Lea say.

“Yeah, I’m coming, I’m coming. I just have to get…” and with this Tom walked back toward Owen on the bed, and while reaching for his script with one hand, he leaned over Owen, smiled mischievously at him and licked quickly but sensually into Owen’s mouth. Skipped back to the door, waved with his script, said “…this!”, jumped out of the trailer and let the door fall shut.

Wow.

This lick had gotten straight to Owen’s groin.

And Owen got the feeling that maybe this kitten nickname for Tom wasn’t so bad after all. He even dared to say it fit him perfectly.

#hiddlewow #widdlewow fanfiction #widdlewow #tom hiddleston/owen wilson #rpf #the fool on the hill #chapter 12

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dianapana · 3 years

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SH Day 8- Blackmail Material

@sasuhinamonth

Rated T, Modern AU, OOC

Week 2 started, ngl the fact that I finished week 1 made me feel like it was over and done with, but I also feel like since started and wrote daily I should keep the same energy but I am making no promises.

The Hyuugas always had strict rules, Hinata was never one to disobey those rules no matter how old, outdated and limiting they were. The rules dictated her life from her appearance to her profession and even the people she could keep around her. She kept her hair long at all times just like all Hyuugas had to, her clothing was always modest, never revealing; she chose a job in teaching for as a woman taking care of others was all she was good at, even that job was frown upon by the elders for she was an Assistant at University, and according to the elders a woman had nowhere to be in higher education. They contested even her choice to teach psychology, for that was not a valid science. Despite all of the issues the elders had with her career path, her actions never truly broke any of the rules and they were always approved in the end, Hinata always awaited their approval before actually doing anything either way. She even only kept people the clan approved of, Sarutobi, Sabaku and Nara were all families of high prestige with whom she could communicate, Haruno and Yamanaka were always too chaotic and no good came out of any contact with them. The elders gave her a list of all the clans that had people around her age, the ones written in black were fine to befriend, the ones written in red she had to steer clear of.

Hinata knew that no good could come out of breaking any of the rules, she kept quiet and did as they told her to, she befriended the three Sabaku kids, one of her colleagues at the university was the wife of a Sarutobi and the eldest Nara kid was one of her students. She slowly but steadily gained more freedom the more she followed the rules. When Kurenai asked Hinata to be her daughter’s godmother, Hinata delivered the news and asked to move on her own, when the Sarutobi heir talked her up at a meeting with important family heads, Hinata asked for an extended vacation abroad. In her 25 years she learned how to navigate the rules in such a way that they wouldn’t inconvenience her too much, and she also learned how she could breach them in such a way that would never be found, she was always taking small and calculated risks, she was always careful.

However, one evening after the first day of classes a student approached her, he was an Uchiha, part of an important clan that the elders approved of. Sasuke was a senior and well known around the university, so much so that Hinata knew about him too. He started their conversation by asking a few questions about the curriculum and the end of the semester project. The conversation was pleasant and academic, he told her some of the topics he was thinking of approaching and from which angels, each idea came with a set of pictures he showed her on his phone. After about 30 minutes of talking Hinata’s opinion of him changed. People said he was the type of smart that never worked hard, yet got good grades, some said he bribed all of his teachers, but the most spread rumour was that he was an utterly shitty person, one that would walk all over anyone to get what he wanted.

“I have one more picture to show you and I think we will be done here” Sasuke muttered and started scrolling through his phone.

While watching him looking for yet another resource for a project that was over 4 months away Hinata could only wonder how those rumours even started in the first place, however, her train of thoughts was interrupted by Sasuke’s declaration that he had found the picture. His eyes lit up like Christmas trees and his smile turned into an evil smirk. In the picture Hinata was dancing, she was dancing in a club with Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno, her clothes were anything but modest, for they were showing off her back which was entirely covered in ink. Her hair was up allowing the people to see her ears which were filled with piercings. The picture was proof of her breaking over 15 of the Hyuuga rules, the picture alone could ruin her life, the elders would lock her up for shaming them.

Hinata’s terrified eyes turned from the picture to Sasuke’s amused expression. “I found this picture to be very relevant to the class and the topic I wanted to study most when I registered for it” his voice was lower, the earnest and goody-two-shoes act was over, he had successfully fooled Hinata just for fun. “However I do think I’ll need some extra help to fully…examine everything about this picture” his last words were paired with a leery look, he moved his eyes slowly from her face to her chest, legs and back up to her face. “I think meeting twice a week is imperative for a project this size” Hinata was still stunned into silence, when Sasuke leaned over the desk, putting his face barely inches away from hers “I can’t wait to work with you teach”

The Uchiha boy got up and left, not before smirking at her and adding “I’ll find you at the end of tomorrow, don’t fly away little bird, we wouldn’t want me to make missing posters with that picture, would we?”

The moment the door closed, time seemed to start again, Hinata’s heart was beating out of her chest, how could that have happened? Everyone that was at that party was close friends with Sakura, the party was small, how could she not notice someone taking her picture? She had been to a number of parties over the years and never had any issues before, but Sasuke came in which his smirk and was about to ruin everything. He was blackmailing her. Hyuuga’s strictness was not a secret, every other important family knew about it, Sasuke was fully aware that he had the ability to ruin her and he decided to toy with her. She was caught between a rock and a hard place, either fate was equally disastrous.

Hinata laid her head onto her desk whishing the world to disappear, but even her moment of internal wallowing was interrupted by a set of ‘dings’ coming from her phone

Cheer up teach

Ull see all I have planned is fun

Ill contact you when I wanna meet

Make sure to come…unless…

He had her number, somehow that brat was playing her. Had they been in school together? Sasuke was 22 so 3 years younger than her, was he a freshman when she was a senior? Did they meet or interact before? Did they have common friends? Or did she do something to attract his interest and he did everything in his power to find her?

Forgot to tell you

Put ur tongue piercing in when we see each other

Over the years Hinata got a number of tattoos and piercings, they were her silent rebellion against the elders. Due to her modest clothing and long hair, they could never be seen, however, her tongue piercing was another deal. That one was visible at times when she talked, which is why she only wore it at home and on very rare occasions outside, not even all of her friends knew about it, she told very few people about it and even fewer saw it, thus Sasuke knowing about it scared her more than the picture itself. Looking at the texts again made her want to scream and cry, how could she fix this mess? Would Sasuke grow tired if she played along with him? And what was it he wanted exactly? All she could do was wait for him to contact her and see exactly where things were gonna go…

#sasuhina #sasuhina month #shmonth2021 #sasuhinafanfic #sasuhinamonth2021 #hinata #sasuke #hinata hyuuga #uchiha #susake uchiha #hyuuga #naruto #fanfic #fanfiction #dia story #diawrites #day8 #blackmail

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engie-ivy · 3 years

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Remus and James find out Sirius has been hiding their friendship from his parents. Maybe they jump to conclusions a bit too fast.

“Apparently we, mere halfblood and blood traitor, are deemed unworthy of the heir of the ‘Noble and Most Ancient House of Black’. I suppose he doesn’t want to lose face by letting his precious pureblood relatives find out he has befriended such inferior wizards.”

A bunch of berks

“What the fuck, Sirius!” James is standing with his hands on his hips, glaring at Sirius. If the tone of his voice and his posture weren’t enough to show his anger, the fact that he uses Sirius’ name instead of his nickname does it.

“What’s going on?” Remus asks warily, as he approaches their table.

“Prongs has been reading my letter from home,” Sirius says, glaring at James.

Remus looks from Sirius to James. Sirius never talks about his family. Remus and James only know what everyone knows based on their reputation: they’re supposedly stiff, old-fashioned, and narrow-minded. Remus and James never bring them up either. They know Sirius isn’t like that, and that’s enough. Besides, you can’t really ask your best mate ‘oi, are your parents really as horrible as everyone says?’

James rolls his eyes. “Not on purpose! It was lying on the table and I picked it up, not knowing what it was.”

“And you didn’t realise until after you read the whole thing?” Sirius asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Then I was too appalled to stop reading!” James snaps back. He straightens the piece of parchment in his hand. “Moony, hear this!”

Remus opens his mouth to say he really doesn’t want to hear Sirius’ private correspondence without his permission, but what James reads to him makes the words die in his throat.

“ ‘We don’t see why you should want to stay at Hogwarts for the Holidays. Gryffindor already has hardly any decent purebloods, and I expect the few there are will be going to their families themselves. It is quite pointless for you to stay there on your own’ Or this sentence! ‘We understand that in such an abdominal environment as Gryffindor House the temptation to form relations with witches or wizards of a lesser descent can be strong, but we expect you will be sensible enough to continue to solely associate with decent purebloods, or at least as decent as the ones in Gryffindor can be’.”

Remus frowns. “Solely associating with purebloods? That doesn’t make any sense.” The Potters are infamous blood traitors in their circles, and no one would mistake the Lupins for purebloods.

“Well, you see, Moony,” James says. “Turns out Sirius here has been hiding our friendship from his family.”

Remus stares at Sirius. “Why?”

James huffs. “Apparently we, mere halfblood and blood traitor, are deemed unworthy of the heir of the ‘Noble and Most Ancient House of Black’. I suppose he doesn’t want to lose face by letting his precious pureblood relatives find out he has befriended such inferior wizards.”

Sirius grits his teeth. “I never said that!”

“So you deny that you’ve been purposely hiding our friendship to please you’re parents and their blood supremacy ideas?”

“No, but-“

“Well then,” James cuts him off.

“It’s not important whether they know!” Sirius says, almost sounding desperate. “They’re not important.”

“If they weren’t important to you, you wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of pretending!” James argues back.

“You’re embarrassed about being friends with us?” Remus whispers. “You’re ashamed of us?”

Sirius looks at him with big, pleading eyes. “Moony, no...”

Somewhere in the back of his mind Remus knows they’re maybe being a bit unfair. They’re jumping to conclusions without giving Sirius a chance to explain. But James is raised in such a way that he’s completely allergic to anything that even leans towards blood supremacy, and Sirius pretending to uphold his parents blood supremacy ideas is definitely enough to set him off. And Remus... Remus is not a very confident person, but if there’s anyone who makes him feel like he’s worth a damn and good enough just the way he is, then it’s Sirius. And to now find out that Sirius is actually ashamed of him... Well, that hurts. A lot. So neither Remus nor James is really thinking clearly.

“Is this also why you never want to meet up during the breaks?” Remus asks.

“I hadn’t even thought of that!” James says. “I guess we’re good enough to hang out with at Hogwarts, without many other options, but when you can also choose to be with your precious pureblood friends and family, we don’t make the cut anymore.”

“That’s not... I don’t even have...” Sirius sputters. “You don’t know what it’s like!”

“Don’t know what it’s like?” Remus asks, incredulously. “You really think our parents didn’t have any reservations when they heard we befriended a Black? But we stood up for you! We told them you were nothing like the rumours say. We defended you, but I guess you didn’t feel like doing the same for us.”

Sirius stares at the ground. “I just didn’t think it was worth all the trouble,” he says softly.

“We weren’t worth it?” James asks. “Okay then, noted. We were wrong when we defended you anyway. You’re exactly like your ancestors. You’re a real Black. They can be proud of you.”

Sirius just stares at him for a while, face gone pale. For a moment, Remus thinks he’s going to tell James not to talk shite about his family, but then he just turns around and walks away.

Remus sighs. “I don’t think we handled that very well. What he does and doesn’t tell his parents is his own choice, after all.”

“But he’s been pretending to uphold their blood supremacy ideas!” James says defensively. “Or what if he’s not pretending with them, but with us?”

Remus shakes his head. “Prongs, we’ve known him for years! One letter can’t suddenly make him an entirely different person.”

James sighs. “I suppose you’re right. It’s none of our business if he wants to play the perfect pureblood son for his parents.” He looks hesitantly in the direction Sirius had gone off to. “Should I go after him?”

“Probably not right now,” Remus replies. “He’s upset, we’re angry and hurt. It’s probably best if we all calm down a bit and then have another conversation about it.”

They still have classes the rest of the day. Sirius doesn’t sit with them, and looks positively miserable. That’s enough for Remus to whish they had just talked it out right away. To make a bad day worse, they have to face Boggarts in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Remus is anxiously standing in line next to James. What kind of mad professor would think it okay to let students face their biggest fears in front of all their peers?

Soon enough, it’s Sirius’ turn, and Remus and James watch in amazement as the Boggart turns into his mother. Remus recognizes her from the glimpses he has seen at King’s Cross, but even if he hadn’t, it’s clear from her haughty air and typical aristocratic features. What’s also hard to believe, is that Sirius actually flinches when he sees her.

Even with having learned that morning that Sirius has been lying about their friendship to live up to his parents’ standards, it still comes as a shock to Remus that it’s actually Sirius’ biggest fear to disappoint his mommy. It seems so unlike Sirius, and quite frankly, it pisses Remus off that he cares so much about that lot’s good opinion. Judging by the way James’ jaw has tightened, he feels much the same.

They fully expect Sirius’ mother to begin scolding him, and they’re quite taken aback when she... smiles. It’s an approving and proud smile, and she looks at Sirius with admiration.

“Sirius, my son,” she speaks fondly. “You are truly a perfect representative of the Black family values. You’re exactly like your ancestors. You’re a real Black. We’re so proud of you,” she finishes with almost an exact echo of James’ words.

Sirius puts on a brave face, squares his shoulders, and casts a well-aimed Ridikkulus. The black stole his mother is wearing over her robes suddenly turns into a big, black dog, very reminiscent of Padfoot, who jumps on the ground and bites her in her arse. She jumps with a shriek and the Boggart retreats. Sirius turns around and walks out of the room not meeting anyone’s eye.

Students are whispering and Professor Flitwick looks confused. After all, why would someone’s biggest fear be their mother being proud of him?

Remus stares after Sirius. So he’s not afraid of falling out with his family and earning their disapproval. He’s actually afraid of fitting in with his family and earning their approval.

James grimaces. “We really buggered up, didn’t we?”

Sirius is sitting on the stairs with his knees tucked against his chest. James sits down on one side of him, and Remus on the other.

“We’re a bunch of berks,” James says. “If you don’t want to talk to me anymore, you have every right.”

Sirius shrugs. “You weren’t wrong. I have been hiding out friendship from my family.”

Without thinking, Remus wraps an arm around Sirius’ waist and he feels a tingle in his stomach when Sirius leans in to him. “We were just attacking you without giving you a chance to explain. We judged you without knowing the situation. We’re sorry, Padfoot.”

“I’m sorry too.”

“You did nothing wrong,” James argues.

“I made you believe I was ashamed of you. I hate that,” Sirius replies. “You must believe me when I say I don’t think myself better than you because of the bloody blood that flows through my veins! Quite the opposite,” he adds with a murmur.

“Of course we believe you!” James exclaims. He nudges Sirius with his shoulder. “How could we not? You just irrefutably proved that being like your family is your literal worst fear! We’d have to be massive idiots to not believe you.”

“Well...” Sirius says with a teasing smirk.

“Oi!” James shoves Sirius playfully.

Remus laughs, but something is still gnawing away at him. If Sirius doesn’t seek his parents’ approval, why hide their friendship from them? For that matter, they still don’t know why they never see him during the breaks. And his own mother being his biggest fear is just wrong, especially with the way Sirius flinched upon seeing her. Something is off.

But for now, James and Sirius are laughing together again. For now, Sirius is pressed up against Remus, resting his head on Remus’ shoulder, with Remus’ arm firmly around his waist. For now, it’s alright.

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Four Musketeers pt. 1; One Day

—The One who Never Notices—

Summary: The One who Never Notices. Your first love. Your first pain. Fred Weasley.

Words: 4,405 words

Warnings ⚠ : Just pure, raw angst, heartbreak, one sided relationship (sort of), 3 years of insufferable crush

Disclaimer: It's hard to capture 3 years worth of feelings in words. And I was surprised at it being only 4K, I could've sworn it felt like 7K or something. This is my story, based on my real life pathetic almost-love story, so please enjoy crying :) Listen to One Day too while reading, it's the best song I could find that really described my feelings towards the guy 2 years ago.

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Loud giggles erupted from upstairs, you softly smiled at the sound of your daughter. Her boyfriend had come over to hang out, and she was smiling the whole day. You then heard the sound of feet stepping down the stairs, peeking your head through the kitchen to see the boy who managed to capture her heart leaving.

"Goodbye!" You bid, the young man turned and smiled politely to you; bidding goodbye as well, and left.

A while later, your teenage daughter, Dian came down; kissing your cheek as she passed you by and went to the fridge.

"That's early of him," You chirped, yet your eyes were still on the halfway sweater you're knitting at your lap. Dian smiled, "Yeah, he had some errands to do. When is Dad coming home again?"

You paused the knitting, looking at your 16-year-old child, "Around Tuesday, I think. Why? You want to sleepover at his house?"

Dian made a disgusted face and laughed, "No, I'm just asking. It's been quite a while since we've had dinner with Dad."

You nodded in understanding, your husband has been busy lately, always Apparating here and there for his job.

"Say, mum," Dian suddenly said. You hummed, the knitting continued. Although you have magic, sometimes you want to do it with your own hands, the calming after effect is just surreal.

"Can you tell me one more time about the Four Musketeers?"

She was now sitting down on one of the stools of the kitchen counter, her palms became the resting place for her chin as her elbows plopped to the surface of the counter. You chuckled in disbelief, "Darling dear, you've heard the story a thousand times now haven't you?"

She whined, "But every time you tell it, there's something new! Oh, come on mum, please!"

You scoffed in disbelief, "And what's with the 'Four Musketeers' name? As far as I remember, those boys are not musketeers." You chuckled.

Dian gave you a toothy grin, "A little nickname won't hurt. They were your high school sweethearts after all."

"Ah, Ah," You wagged a finger before her, "They were not my sweethearts, you know that. They were just... my almost love stories."

Dian rolled her eyes playfully, "Same difference, mum! Come on, tell the story please!"

You sighed, stopping the knit. With a quiet whish of your wand, the knitting equipment cleaned themselves up to the upper cabinet. With another flick of your wand, two cups of tea appeared in front of you, Dian quickly grabbed hers.

"Well, which one do you want to hear first?" You said, lazily smiling at your beautiful daughter. Dian smiled in victory, and quickly said, "From the beginning to the end, please."

You rolled your eyes playfully, a soft smile on your lips, "Oh, alright."

"The One who Never Notices it is."

— Hogwarts, 1991

You were fourteen, he was fifteen.

And at fifteen, Fred Weasley was already famous for being a cheeky prankster along with his twin brother, George. Somehow before that, you've never heard of his name before.

Being so young and naive, his wild personality had attracted your attention. It all started during the joint Potions class between the Fourth Years and the Fifth Years, due to some reasons Professor Snape made that you had no recall of.

You were assigned a temporary seat next to him on the first day of the class, to see the compatibility of the two years together. You were shy and naive, and he was cheeky and friendly.

"Hey, how are you doing? The name's Weasley, Fred Weasley." He said cheerfully with a large smile, his short red hair was heavily distracting, yet you managed to introduce yourself politely; the fear of sitting next to a senior was... big.

That was all you had as a conversation, as Snape rearranged the class back, one side was the Fourth Years, and the Fifth Years at the other.

It was the first time a senior had been so friendly to you. Especially a well-known one.

You find yourself being attracted to him, despite the lack of conversation you had. You barely knew Fred, you didn't know anything about him. But you were head over heels for the boy.

It was Christmas when you found the courage to ask him something. You were nervous the whole day long, jittery of your newfound feelings for the boy.

Fred Weasley was... in your eyes, perfect.

You found him in the Great Hall playing with his brother George, smiling widely. The smile caused a leap in your heart, and you find your hands getting sweaty.

He noticed you, and his wide smile reduced to a smaller one, "Hello there,"

You shyly smiled and cleared your throat, "Hello Fred," His grin became toothy as he heard you roll out his name, "What do you need?"

You looked down, nervous.

"Um, my mum sent me a muggle camera here as a birthday gift. So I was wondering if we could... Um..." You trailed off, the redness of your face was terribly evident.

"Oh, you want to take a picture with me?"

You looked up to him; he was a tad taller than you, and gave him a hopeful look, "If that's completely fine with you, of course."

He nodded almost instantly, his wide smile back on his lips, "Wicked! I've always wanted to see how muggle cameras work!"

You took the camera leash that was hanging around your neck and giddily explained to George what to do.

"Quite offended you didn't want to take a picture with me, eh?" George teased you, and you blushed, "You can join, of course! Really, I don't mind."

"Wicked." Was all George said before calling out his older brother, Percy Weasley; the Gryffindor prefect and briefly explained what to do.

You were placed between Fred and George, Fred at your right, and George at your left. Other students were glancing at you weirdly, unaccustomed to the camera culture.

Flashes came and you smiled, wanting to look pretty so that you can see them back home later. When Percy lowered down the camera to look at the results, you turned to the twins, "Thank you."

They smiled, "Not a problem. Say, why do you want a picture with us?"

"Um... It's for... My scrapbook! It's a journal about my school years, and knowing you two as the pranksters of Hogwarts, I need to at least have evidence I knew you two."

There was no scrapbook; although a good idea when you thought back about it.

"Brilliant! Do you mind if we have some for ourselves? Dad will be so excited to see us using muggle cameras." George said, his eyes twinkling in excitement.

You nodded profusely, wanting to please the twins to get on their good side, and possibly... get noticed by Fred. "Absolutely, go ahead. I'll owl you the prints later."

Christmas holidays went by fast, and it's school time again. You've kept your promise, and sent the prints to the Weasley house with your owl. You printed extra copies of them, blushing profusely at you and Fred, completely ignoring poor George at your other side.

Innocent love, it was.

Throughout your fifth year, whenever you bumped into Fred, you shyly waved at him, or smiled in his direction. He would surely do the same, but then that was it. You weren't sure what you were to him, are you friends? Acquaintances?

Even so, your feelings for him were strong.

The way you blush whenever you think of him, the way all of your friends knew of your big crush on him, the way whenever he walks by, you gave him your prettiest smile.

The way you were helplessly in love with a boy you barely knew. So you did something, something that you had never thought you would do.

You were fifteen, he was sixteen, when you confessed.

That day changed your life. You couldn't really say what it was that day, but it was absolutely dreadful. You couldn't even remember that day that your young heart was broken so early.

All you remember was, his face forming a frown, him taking a few steps back, him avoiding your eyes, him saying with a cold voice, "I'm not ready for a relationship."

"I'm sorry."

And him treating you differently from then on.

"I'm fine, guys, really!" You said to your friends with a wide smile when you got back to your dorm that night, but when they saw through you, your lips began to quiver and the bridge of tears began cascading down your cheeks.

From then on, you began to avoid him. Whenever you saw Fred, you would turn the other way or just pass by him like he was another student walking around the hallway.

But you knew he's not.

During the sixth month of your fifth year, you heard it. The word from student to student. The word that broke you so deeply.

"Fred Weasley and Angelina are dating!"

"I'm not ready for a relationship." His words echoed through your mind. It echoed in your mind the whole day long, you couldn't focus on the classes that day, zoning out every now and then.

You excused yourself from Professor Flitwick's class to go to the bathroom, suddenly the air in there felt stuffy and you couldn't breathe. Walking to the nearest bathroom, you kept your head down low. A headache was coming at you, looks like even your brain is tired of the echoing words of Fred Weasley.

And then you looked up. And there they are, in shining glory.

He was looking at her in pure adoration, the same look he gave you in your dreams only. A soft blush rested on his cheeks, his lips were constantly a soft smile. She was leaning against the wall, and he was in front of her. She was smiling, he was grinning.

He looked so... happy. So different from the frown on his face and the cold voice he gave you a few months ago.

So. So different.

He's not unready for a relationship, he's just not ready for a relationship with you.

Your heart plummeted to the ground, suddenly the stuffy air from Flitwick's classroom attacked you in the middle of the hallway. You bit your tongue hard, not wanting to show them your vulnerable side, if they noticed you anyway.

Your feet that were glued onto the ground just a few seconds ago moved backwards. Similar to when Fred walked a few steps back that day.

You couldn't cry, you couldn't find the strength to do so.

It hurt.

It hurt but you couldn't cry.

You... You felt numb.

Leaving the hallway behind, you began walking. And walking. The pain in your heart turned into anger. Slowly, shifting the sadness in your heart into pure anger towards the tall ginger.

'He hurt me. He lied to me. He played me.'

The pace of your walk quickened. You were walking, then jogging, then in full speed running across the hallway. You didn't care where your legs took you, you just ran.

You ran, and ran, and ran until your legs gave out. An abandoned classroom right in front of you. You entered without a second wasted, quickly casting on a silencing charm to make the room soundproof.

And you scream.

You screamed and screamed and screamed until your throat hurt. You kicked every single abandoned desk there was, throwing your anger and stress towards the static objects.

And when your throat croaked in pain, that's when the urge to cry resurfaced.

At fifteen, you cried for a boy who you barely knew, but you dearly loved.

You didn't realize you've spent a few hours there, so when you got out of the classroom, it was already dark. So you walked back to your common room with aching legs, bloated eyes, and a heavy, but lighter than before heart.

Took you a few weeks, really, to get used to seeing Fred and Angelina everywhere attached by the hip to each other. Whenever they're around, your friends would shoot you a glance, making sure you're okay. You would usually glance at the couple, shrugged, and continued laughing with your friends.

It still hurt, you're just better at hiding it.

Halloween came along and Hogwarts did a Halloween party where everyone dressed up as something. You were the photographer of the night, bringing the muggle camera.

That same camera from Christmas.

You shrugged off the thought and began your work. Quite a lot of people actually threw their best efforts into their outfits. Oliver Wood dressed as a zombie Quidditch player, his makeup was done quite nicely.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione dressed as the Three Musketeers with their cute fake swords and fake mustaches. You took plenty of pictures of them fooling around, it was fun on your part as well.

While taking pictures of Neville being a scarecrow, someone called you through the loud music. You looked around and saw George waving at you.

You walked to him, smiling at his Frankenstein's monster outfit, "Do you want me to take a picture of you?" You offered, and he nodded before he furrowed his eyebrows at you, "Oh hey, you're the one from Christmas last year!"

You smiled, although a bit bitterly this time, "Yes, that's me."

"Dad was fascinated by the pictures, by the way, thanks a lot!" George said, smiling the whole time. Your smile became more genuine and shook your head, "It's nothing, really. Do you want me to take pictures of you, Mr. Frankenstein?" You chuckled at your little joke and he laughed a bit as well.

"Absolutely, let me call Fred for a bit. He's dressing as Dr. Frankenstein!" He said excitedly and turned around, your smile drained so fast. You quickly put on your Grim Reaper mask to hide your face.

There is no bloody way you're going to let him see you.

Wait.

Why are you hiding?

You blinked. You've done nothing wrong to him, it's just a confession and he rejected you, so what? Everyone gets rejected once in a while, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like you'll be tossed to Azkaban if you show yourself.

'Huh, make sense.' You thought as you pulled back the mask to the top of your head. You're right, you've done nothing wrong. It's not like you'll fall for him again once you saw his face-

Oh Bloody Merlin.

Fred Weasley came into your vision, smiling widely to his brother. He was dressed up as Dr. Frankenstein, with his hair dyed black and spiked and he had goggles on the top of his head, wearing the white scientist suit with black rubber gloves and boots.

Your breath stopped. It's been a while since you've properly seen him, courtesy to avoiding to look at him ever since the incident.

You snapped away your thoughts fast, putting on your professional stance as the school's photographer.

"Here he is!" George said and smiled at you, frowning slightly at the sight of you looking a little pale. Fred trailed his eyes to you, the smile on his lips drained as well. Yet he quickly put on a small smile, "Hello,"

You looked at Fred in confusion, did he just say hello to you? Whatever, let's get this over with. "Alright, strike a pose, you two."

Several pictures were taken of them being completely silly and you laughed at their demeanor. "Oh, wait! Angelina!" George said loudly, and your laughter paused rather quickly.

Angelina came in the shot and similar to her name, she was dressed as a beautiful angel, with a bowstring at her back, so you assumed she's dressing up as Cupid.

Suddenly, you were self-conscious of your Grim Reaper outfit. In all honesty, it was just a long black robe that trails to the ground a few inches with a large hood. Your fake synth was right beside you, holding it still under your armpit.

"Come take a picture with us!" George said, and Fred somehow noticed you were becoming uncomfortable, "Maybe not now-"

You shook your head, snapping away from the self-consciousness, "It's alright, the more the merrier." Fred watched you silently and nodded, his lips quickly painting a soft smile as Angelina kissed him on the cheek.

This is what you hate about Fred. He's too kind, sometimes way too kind until you misinterpret what he does to you. Like just now, who the fuck does that to the person they know liked them?

They posed a few times, most of the time, it's just George third-wheeling Fred and Angelina, making you feel quite sorry for the boy. Hell, you felt like you were fourth-wheeling and hurting at the same time.

After the flashes ended, Angelina spoke, "Do you wanna have a picture with these boys? I can take it for you."

You were about to politely decline when suddenly George said, "What a brilliant idea! It'll be just like Christmas last year!"

Well.

So there you were, at the center of the picture again, between the twins again. You hesitantly looked up to Fred, and he looked down at you with a small smile.

Sigh, always too nice.

You looked away and smiled for the camera. George was having his fun time posing while you and Fred were awkward the whole time. After it ended, you thanked Angelina and walked away when suddenly a voice called for your name.

It was him.

You turned around, and he was quite far from you, like a meter or two when he said, "I'll see you around, yeah?"

You shrugged and gave him a small smile, "Maybe."

At fifteen, you had mixed feelings towards Fred.

It's an on-and-off relationship really, but on your side only. There would be a period of time where you absolutely despised him, talking shit about him to your friends at every chance you get. You would convince yourself you were over him so many times.

And then there would be times where you were helplessly in love with him, even when you're well aware of his strong relationship with Angelina. You were genuinely believing that what you felt was love.

It was bloody confusing.

And how it went on until your sixth year, was beyond you.

By the time you reached sixteen, you had understood the circumstances of your feelings. You didn't care if he didn't notice you, as long as he's happy, you're happy for him. The aching in your heart had become so frequent, that you had become numb to it . At this point, you were just hoping for some other boy to come and swoop you up, saving you from this one-sided relationship with Fred Weasley.

3 years, wasted on a boy who barely knows you. At this point, your friends were tired of you and him. They would just nod and say the same thing, "Like someone else, and he'll be gone."

And so you tried. But Bloody Fred Weasley made it hard for anyone else to top him. Every Time you saw another suitable boy, all they reminded you of was Fred.

How his freckles decorated his face like countless numbers of stars to the sky, how his eyelashes were obnoxiously beautiful and long for a male, how his confidence on his long hair made you wonder of many things, how his lips etch the wide smile whenever he did pranks or laugh with his friends.

Whenever his brown eyes sometimes resembled a pool of warm honey when glazed with the sunshine rays.

Fred Weasley was excruciatingly a pain in the ass. And he doesn't even know it.

You were sixteen, he was seventeen, when he left.

You heard news of Fred and George quitting school suddenly, something about the desire of opening their own joke shop. You had mixed feelings of course, you didn't want him to go, yet at the same time, you do.

Maybe with him gone, you would get over him easier. 3 years being stuck on feelings for a guy who rejected you two years ago wasn’t the best feeling.

You quietly looked away when you saw Fred passionately kissing Angelina goodbye from afar. The poor girl had tears in her eyes, yet she was smiling to support him. He hopped on the broom, lingered on the air for a bit to stare at Angelina for a while, before leaving Hogwarts forever.

He's gone. And you weren't sure what to feel about it. The sting inside your chest wasn't helping either.

"Fred." You called out his name, the way it rolled out your tongue so easily familiarly tingles your heart. The tall ginger turned around and smiled, "Hello there."

"I need to tell you something," You said, you weren't nervous at all. You were confident, the main goal was just to let out everything, so you can be free out of his grasp.

He had you around his finger, and he barely noticed it.

"Well, let it out then," He said, smiling down at you. "You remember two years ago? Where I confessed and you rejected me?" You began. He nodded, the smile was still intact on his lips as if you're asking about the bloody weather. "Yeah?"

"I'm still not over you. I'm in love with you, Fred Weasley. I am so, deeply, and helplessly in love with you." You smiled as you breathed out the words. The cage you had contained on your chest for years was finally open, and you felt all the old butterflies flying free out of you.

Fred pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowing, "... You know I love Angelina." He said quietly, seemingly not wanting to hurt your feelings any further. You find your eyes watering, yet you felt no remorse or pain. Were those happy tears? You don't know, but you don't mind it.

"I know. And you two are perfect for each other. I've already accepted that you'll never love me the way I love you, Freddie. I accept that you'll never see me as beautiful as the way I see you. I accept that you'll never describe me in such poetic words the way I describe you. I accept that you'll never smile whenever I was mentioned in the conversation the way I smile when you're in the talk," You paused to wipe your tears off your cheeks, Fred just watching you letting it all out on him, watching as your shoulders got lighter, and your smile got wider.

"And I accept that I'm not your first love as you are mine."

Fred quietly watched you, his soft smile gave a pleasant feeling to you. He slowly reached out to you, wrapping his arms around you.

You waste no time to hug him back, how for so many years you yearned what it would feel like to have his arms around your waist, or his hand on the back of your head, or his chin on your shoulder.

"Thank you," Was all he whispered in your ear, as he let you go, yet his hands still on your arms, "I suppose this would be the time I let you go now?"

You chuckled, wiping your tears off, "Please do, I can't keep loving you, Fred. It bloody hurts." You teasingly said, with a tinge of truth. He chuckled along.

Slowly, Fred reached out his hand, and with a soft voice and doe eyes, he spoke for the last time, "The name's Weasley. Fred Weasley."

You smiled, and shook his hand, "Pleasure."

You woke up. And then tears came along. And the sobs.

You were shaking, crying so hard your roommates woke up in a groggy state. When they found you crying, they hugged you so tight, feeling helpless on how to help you.

You were crying, but the wide smile on your lips was evident.

You were sixteen, he was seventeen, when you said goodbye.

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"Wow," Was all Dian could say. She had heard this story so many times before, but it took her breath every time.

"Why didn't you stop loving him, mum? He hurt you so much before he left. " She asked.

You shrugged and sighed, "I was sixteen, Dian. And he was my first love. It's the first time I had ever felt heavily for a boy like that."

Dian sighed, "You can't say it's first love when he doesn't love you back, mum. Blimey, he doesn't even know you."

You snorted, "It doesn't have to be reciprocal for first love to happen, darling. You just... Know it's first love. No matter how much you mean to the other person."

Dian tched, pouring down another cup of warm tea, "It's still not fair on your side. 3 years aren't a short time. And the fact that he didn't even notice!" Dian rolled her eyes in frustration, feeling sorry for you.

"No, I think he noticed. Like you said, 3 years are not a short time." You smile gently, looking down to your empty cup. The residue tea leaves in the cup reminded you of Trelawney's class many years ago.

Dian widened her eyes, "So he knew this whole time? That you were in love with him? And he never said a thing?!"

You chuckled, "What was he supposed to say, sweetheart? He's already in love with someone else, you know that."

Dian was growing angry at the man, "That's the point, mum! He knew what it's like to be in love, so he knew how you felt and he never came forward to say anything!" Her voice was becoming louder than before, the urge to protect her mother was stronger than ever.

You laughed at her anger, in your eyes she looked adorable, "Calm down, Dian. We were teenagers. We can't possibly think of everything, we were still growing. I don't blame him for anything, he taught me so many things and he didn't even know he was doing it."

Dian groaned, "Mum, you need to stop looking at everything in a bright direction."

You chuckled, having no response to that. Pouring yourself another cup of tea, you said with a soft voice, "I guess you could say The One who Never Noticed is wrong." Dian raised an eyebrow, "How so?"

You sighed in content at the warm liquid entering your system, and you smiled at your daughter, "He should be The One who Never Cared."

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