#but I swear I have a slight break in exams this week and somewhat the next

[onceandfuturehimbo]

You have to let me know when exam season is over and you have time to binge read because I have a merthur fic rec that will change your life (if you haven't already read it)

ooooh gimme gimme gimme 🤩 

#hand. over. the fic #exam season ends at the end of february 💀 #but I swear I have a slight break in exams this week and somewhat the next #(even though that just means there are more of them clustered together later on 🤡) #so please send it I NEED it #q&a #sundry-whovengerslocked

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Penny For Your Thoughts (V)

Pairing: Young!Sirius Black x Reader

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has lived in the Potter household since she was eight years old. Even amongst the Potters, whom she knew loved her, she has never felt truly accepted, never felt like anything other than a burden. Until she went to Hogwarts. For the first time she had friends who weren’t forced to act as such, she had a family who loved her by choice. There, she met Sirius, the first and only person to ever truly understand what she was going through, to listen to her and not judge.

Chapter Warnings: Ummm not sure - maybe swearing?

A/N: And here’s part five! Please let me know what you think - especially if you’re on the taglist, hearing your comments always inspires me to keep on writing, so please do let me know. If you wish to be added to the taglist send me an ASK, replies to the parts asking to be added onto it won’t be responded to

Just to remind you of what I said last time - there’s a bit of a time skip in the following chapters, here we jump to the end of the Xmas holidays but there are gonna be a few more of these kinds of skips in time in the next couple of chapters as well so please keep that in mind!

Y/N’s winter holidays passed in a flash. 

During her first term at Hogwarts, Y/N had spent so little time with the boy who had been her surrogate brother that she had actually forgotten how much she enjoyed his company when it was just the two of them, not feeling as though she was hiding something from her friends by just being in James’ presence. 

But back at the Potter’s house it was once again her and James, attached at the hip, as they had been for years now. 

In a way, Y/N dreaded going back to Hogwarts with the knowledge that she would be going back to spending minimal time with James since they were in different houses, had very different friends, shared few of the same classes and no one other than Beatrice knew that they lived together.

However, returning to Hogwarts after the break did bring a sense of relief, an overwhelming joy at finally being back with her friends who she had missed so much in the brief time that they been separated - a sentiment that she knew James shared regarding Sirius, him having confessed to her how worried he was for his newfound best friend. 

It was oddly comforting to walk back into the Great Hall the morning after the return train to Hogwarts, side-by-side with Beatrice, Liane and Jessica chatting animatedly behind them, the four of them catching up on their holidays, filling in the gaps that they hadn’t managed to on the train the previous day. 

Before she could actually enter the Great Hall to have breakfast with her friends, however, she heard a voice call out her name and turned around with a slight frown. Liane bumped into her, not having realised that Y/N had stopped.

“Sorry,” Y/N said, seeing her friend’s startled expression.

“Y/N!” The voice repeated.

“Sirius?” Y/N laughed a little as she finally placed the somewhat out of breath voice calling out to her.

“Hey! I wanted to talk to you!” 

“I kind of figured,” Y/N said with a grin. Feeling the gazes of her friends still on her, mild confusion hidden in all of their expressions, she turned to them and gave a half shrug. 

“Save me a crumpet?”

Sirius gave her a sheepish smile once her friends had left them standing in the entrance to the Great Hall, rubbing the back of his neck, tousling up his hair in the process.

“Where are the other three?” She asked, surprised that James had apparently not surgically attached himself to Sirius’ side.

“James is waiting in the common room to corner Evans,” Sirius informed her, the smile on his face becoming more mischievous.

“I thought you made every effort to try and be there whenever Lily was rejecting him?” Sirius laughed at that, shrugging his shoulders as they moved out of the way of the doors to allow older students past them.

“Remus and Peter will tell me about it - I wanted to talk to you.”

“What about?” 

“I just…” a dusting of pink tinted Sirius’ cheeks and he avoided her eyes in a show of uncharacteristic nervousness. “I mean - thank you for… you know… that Christmas present,” he said, peeking up at her from under his long lashes.

“Oh - that - Sirius, you don’t need to thank me for that, that box was filled with so much random stuff, you probably didn’t need-”

“No!” Sirius cut her off, shaking his head wildly. His face was scarlet with embarrassment but his eyes shone brightly with an emotion that Y/N couldn’t quite place. “It was really… nice of you and you didn’t have to do it so I just wanted to say thank you.” His words were spoken all in a rush, the look on his face conveying a sense of complete mortification, completely unable to meet her eyes, though his words bled with sincerity.

Y/N wasn’t sure what came over her in that moment, but she couldn’t stop herself from stepping closer to him and wrapping her arms around him, embracing him tightly.

“O-oh.”

“You okay, Sirius?” Y/N asked as the boy slowly lowered his arms, hugging her back unsurely.

“This may come as a surprise to you but my family aren’t exactly… big on the whole… affection thing.” 

Y/N laughed, pulling away from her friend and seeing the fleeting look of disappointment that crossed his face as she did so, putting an appropriate amount of distance between the two of them.

“Sorry.”

“No - I - I -” Sirius shut his eyes tightly, a slight groan escaping him. “Don’t be sorry,” he settled on at last. “I did have a question about the present, though,” Sirius hurried to add, evidently not wanting to dwell for too long over the sudden affection that had passed between the two of them.

“Oh?”

“Those… disk things you put in… what are they, exactly?”

“They’re records - haven’t you seen them before?”

“Records? Records of what?” Sirius’ expression was only sinking into deeper confusion, his eyes studying Y/N intently as though worried she was poking fun at him. She let out a laugh.

“Of music! You put them on a record player and they play music,” this explanation didn’t seem to alleviate Sirius’ confusion at all. “Sorry - I assumed you knew what they were when I put them in there.”

“Are they… muggle?”

“Yeah - ask Remus, or James actually. Both of them know how they work,” she shrugged and Sirius gave a slow nod of his head, deep in thought.

“And the sunflower seeds - why were they… in there?” 

“I just thought that they might cheer you up - when they grow, I mean,” Y/N explained, feeling herself growing a little embarrassed. 

Of course Sirius was questioning her gift to him - he came from a wealthy, pure-blood family. He didn’t want a care package consisting of baked goods, muggle records, sunflower seeds, a book and some socks. He was likely used to far more extravagant gifts than that - and it wasn’t even as though they were particularly close friends to begin with.

“So you like gardening?” Sirius asked and of everything that Y/N had thought he may ask her, that was not what she had expected.

“I’m in Hufflepuff - it’s basically one of our defining qualities.”

“Right up there with loyalty and hard-work?”

“Did you miss the Sorting Hat saying so?”

The two of them shared a moment of laughter.

“Thanks - I was expecting to have a pretty… awful Christmas, to be honest with you, so thank you for making it… less so.” Y/N laughed again at that, rolling her eyes.

“At least you didn’t have to put up with James - he insisted on sneaking up on me every five minutes in his invisibility cloak after he got it for Christmas.” Sirius laughed at her anecdote but a look of mingled surprise and confusion painted his features. Y/N realised her slip-up a moment too late and her eyes widened just a little. “I should - my friends are waiting for me,” she said, gesturing to the Great Hall, not waiting for a response from Sirius before darting away.

“What was that about?” Beatrice asked when Y/N sat down in her usual space on the bench beside her.

“He just wanted to say thanks for his Christmas present,” Y/N shrugged. 

“You got him a Christmas present?” Jessica asked, frowning a little when Y/N nodded in confirmation.

“I didn’t know you were actually friends with him,” Liane commented through a mouthful of toast.

Y/N made a non-commital noise, sharing a look with Beatrice, who held a certain amount of understanding in her eyes and offered her a slight smile. 

“My mum won’t shut up about exams, by the way,” Liane went on when she realised that Y/N wasn’t going to give anything more on the subject, evidently going back to the topic they had been discussing before Y/N had rejoined them.

“They don’t start for ages, though,” Beatrice groaned. “Plus we’re first years, surely they don’t matter that much.”

“Not really,” Liane agreed.

“But we should still work hard for them,” Jessica interrupted seriously, a determined expression on her face. “I refuse to let Eric beat me in the exams,” she added, causing the other three of them to laugh.

Their first lesson after breakfast was Charms with the Gryffindors, but considering how much time she had spent with James over the past few weeks, she had assumed that he wouldn’t have anything new to say to her in the hours since their return to Hogwarts, but outside the classroom he tugged her to the side.

“What?” Y/N asked, furrowing her brows as she watched him rifle in his bag.

“I have something for you,” he muttered distractedly.

“What?” She repeated incredulously, not being able to think of any reason why James would have something to give her.

 “Oh - it’s not from me,” he explained, flashing her  quick smile before returning to digging through his bag. 

“Here!” He pulled out a scruffily-wrapped package, a triumphant grin on his face as he held it out for her. Y/N took it, her eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Thanks.”

“It’s from Sirius,” James explained, zipping up his bag and hoisting it back up onto his shoulder. Y/N frowned, looking over at the aforementioned boy, who had been watching her and James but quickly looked away and engaged himself in the conversation being held between Remus and Peter, though Y/N thought she saw a trace of pink on his cheeks.

“We were talking outside the Great Hall before breakfast, why didn’t he just give it to me then?” 

“He didn’t want to see your reaction.” James said drily, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

“What?” Y/N laughed as Flitwick approached down the hall, gesturing for the students to enter into his classroom. Y/N walked side-by-side with James.

“He’s worried you’re not going to like it, I think.” 

“That’s…”

“Weird?”

“I was going to go with ‘nice’,” Y/N laughed, pushing James’ shoulder a little and rolling her eyes. 

James grinned cheekily at her, starting to make his way towards the back of the classroom where Sirius, Remus and Peter awaited him.

“Oh, by the way, Sirius also said that he has no idea who Rosa is so she definitely doesn’t exist,” he added before walking away, a smug smile in place.

Once Y/N had settled into her usual seat beside Beatrice with Liane and Jessica the table in front of them, she placed Sirius’ present in her lap, not wanting to draw Flitwick’s attention to it lest it get confiscated.

“What’s that?” Beatrice whispered.

“Christmas present,” Y/N responded, also keeping her voice low.

“Why didn’t James give you his present when you were at home?”

“It’s from Sirius,” Y/N replied, not looking at her friend and carefully beginning to unwrap the scruffy paper.

“From Sirius?” Liane repeated, turning around in her chair to try and catch a look at the gift on Y/N’s lap. Y/N nodded her ascent as she pulled out the gift.

A quiet laugh broke from her, a soft smile on her face as she stared down at the present.

“It’s a book?” Liane asked, craning her neck, evidently desperate to find out what it was.

“‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’,” Y/N confirmed.

“Don’t you already have a copy of that?” Jessica asked quietly, only sparing them a quick glance backwards, not wanting to be caught breaking the rules.

“Well, yeah - but it’s still nice of him,” Y/N shrugged, carefully tucking the book into her bag and getting out her charms textbook.

“Very sweet,” Beatrice agreed and it was clear to Y/N that she was trying her hardest not to laugh.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Y/N had another proper run-in with Sirius.

Y/N, Beatrice, Liane and Jessica had been studying outside, making good use of the rare day of warm sunshine that had occurred out of the blue. It hadn’t been long before they were joined by Eric and his friend Jason from Ravenclaw, who also stretched out in the sun rays with their books in front of them, beginning to revise for the upcoming exams.

Remus turned up nearly ten minutes after Eric and Jason, looking a little awkward and uncomfortable, evidently unsure of how welcome he would be within the group of Hufflepuffs and the singular Ravenclaw.

“Remus!” Y/N spotted him, smiling at the quiet boy.

“Hey…”

“Is there something wrong?” She asked, frowning a little.

“Mind if I join you?”

“James not letting you study?” Y/N grinned, which Remus appeared to take as agreement to his question as he settled himself with his back against the tree they were using as shade.

“No - him and Sirius were trying to rope me and Peter into pranking some Slytherins so I figured I ought to make myself scarce,” he confirmed, shooting her a wry smile and opening his books. “I was also hoping for some help?” He added, looking even more uncomfortable than before. But his eyes were no longer on her, instead he looked to Liane, who seemed to feel his gaze and looked up with a quizzical expression.

“What’s up?”

“I heard you’re good with Potions?”

“I’m pretty great at everything,” Liane corrected with a cheeky smile. “But I suppose I am known to specialise in Potions.”

Their productive studying, however, only lasted for half an hour at most. James, Sirius and Peter approached them, wide grins on their faces, evidently ready to disturb the group of students.

“I can’t believe you guys are studying already!” James laughed, standing by the edge of the group, looking at Y/N with raised eyebrows.

“Some of us want to do well in our exams, Potter,” Beatrice said, not looking up from the Herbology textbook that her and Jessica were both pouring over.

“I’m gonna do just fine in my exams, thank you very much,” James protested.

“He’s right, B - as annoying as it is, James can actually sometimes be rather smart.”

“I think that’s the closest you’ve ever been to paying me a compliment,” James informed Y/N, plopping down onto the floor beside her, ruffling her hair. Y/N groaned, reaching up to hit his hand away.

“Leave me alone!” She complained as Sirius settled down on her other side, lounging on the grass and looking completely at ease.

“Anyone would think you don’t like our company,” Sirius mused.

“There’s at least a ten percent drop in productivity whenever you’re in the same room as someone, Star Boy.”

“That’s because I’m just such a delight to be around that others find it distracting, Sunflower.”

“Sunflower?” Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows at him but Sirius just gave a wink in response, stretching out even more.

Y/N gave in, shutting her Defence Against the Dark Arts book, aware that as long as the Gryffindor boys were present, there was no way that she was going to be getting any actual revision done. 

Her friends appeared to be thinking the same thing as her, also allowing themselves to be pulled away from their work and taking James and Sirius’ approach to make themselves comfortable in the grass.

“I can’t wait for summer,” James declared with a content sigh.

“Neither,” Liane agreed.

“No homework for two months,” Peter added, a satisfied smile on his face from just the thought.

“You guys are aware that we haven’t even had Easter yet, right?” Y/N asked, shutting her eyes, feeling the tiredness that her body held beginning to wash over her.

“And we do get homework over the summer, Peter,” Remus added.

“Easter barely counts - we’ll all be studying,” Beatrice inputted.

“Though you guys have clearly got a headstart on that,” Sirius agreed and Y/N could tell just from his voice that he was smiling. 

“Do you guys have any plans for the summer yet?” Eric asked.

“We always go and visit family,” Liane murmured, evidently beginning to feel just as lethargic as Y/N was in the summer heat.

“So do we,” Beatrice inputted. “My sister and I will probably end up staying with my grandparents for a little while.”

“Quidditch - I’m going to play so much Quidditch,” James sighed contentedly.

“You thinking of trying out next year?” Jason asked interestedly. “What position.”

“Chaser.”

“He’s pretty good,” Y/N backed her friend up, opening one eye to see James beaming at her. She could feel Sirius’ gaze observing the two of them but chose not to acknowledge it. “What about you, Sirius?”

“I don’t play Quidditch all that much,” he said, misinterpreting what Y/N had been asking.

“I mean for your plans over the summer,” Y/N laughed, lolling her head over to look at him.

“Oh! Nothing interesting - the usual, you know? Galas, dances, dinners, that kind of thing.” 

No one responded immediately, all of them looking at Sirius in mild shock. He frowned, looking around the group. 

“What?”

“That’s the usual?” Beatrice asked.

“Well… yeah?”

“Bloody hell, Black, remind me to get out my ball dress next time I see you coming,” Liane burst out through her laughter. The rest of the group joined in, even Sirius laughing a little, though clearly a little uncomfortable.

“Sorry - must be a… pureblood thing, then.”

“Sacred twenty-eight, huh?” Y/N grinned and Sirius returned it bashfully.

“Guess so.”

#sirius black #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x hufflepuff!reader #sirius black series #young!sirius black #Penny For Your Thoughts #PFYT

[bakutae]

second button

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader

context: where he gave away his second button of his school uniform after graduation to a girl, and it's not you

author's note: my first haikyuu fic 🥺 i hope you like itttt this is a special little fic for my bb @shiggywiggy whom i got inspiration for this fic from 🙆‍♀️ also, sorry this fic took so long! i was busy revising for an exam the entirety of this week so-

guys i swear this will be the third and final time i'm reposting this fic 😩 a biiig thank you to @tamasoft for telling me to lessen down my tags 🥺

The gentle breeze that blew by tousled your hair along with it, stirring some dead leaves lying lifelessly on the floor from their slumber.

Soon, leaf by leaf, the leaves start to dance along with the wind, the bright morning reflecting off rays of sunshine, coloring them streaks of white, blinding you.

A somewhat comforting hum reflected into your ears and you tucked a lock of hair behind it, sighing in satisfaction as you made your way to school, a certain sense of determination hanging from the atmosphere.

Today, you were going to do it.

No regrets, no hesitation. Nothing.

You were going to muster up all the courage you tried to desperately hang on to and walk up to him, with a totally not awkward smile plastered on your face as your face heated up automatically, without any command, and you will tell him how you felt.

Well, indirectly, at least. It was the method where your heart would not explode from nerves.

Asking for his second button of his uniform was practically a confession already, and your heart clenched in excitement as the moment edged closer as the school began to fill your line of sight.

There was no reason he would say no.You had noticed how he had looked at you before, you weren't going to deny that. He probably thought he was slick though, with his right hand holding up his chin, looking at you from his seat at the back of the classroom.

What he didn't know, was that you weren't actually looking at your friend while talking to her whilst facing Ushijima, since that was where your friend conveniently was when she initiated the conversation.

As her distinct chatter about her newfound boyfriend faded out into the background, you let out a tiny gasp when your eyes flickered over to meet his for a split second.

He instantly broke off the eye contact and your lips curled upwards. Catching your friend off guard, you stood up aggressively, accidentally slamming your delicate hands on your table and a wince slipped past your lips.

Silence filled the classroom for a while as your classmates threw incredulous looks in your direction and you raised a hand in apology.

"Why'd you suddenly stand up like that, y/n? That's so unlike you. Anyways, did you know that Kai brought me to get taiyaki yesterday? And since he was broke he could only get one for us to share! Romantic much?"

Seeming to have recovered from her moment of briefly stun, she continued to blabber on about her lover, euphoria brightening up her features significantly and you nodded, though clueless as to what she had been talking about ever since her presence was grandly made by herself.

You then noticed the slight blush that tinted over Ushijima's cheekbones and your eyes widened. Ushijima has never looked any better, with the bright sunlight seemingly shining on him and him only in the dull classroom.

Eyes tracing over his facial features, you admired his eyes that were currently glued to the floor in obvious boredom, but it could be from the embarrassment too, you wouldn't know.

His brown orbs, brighter than ever now that some holy light was shining on him.It almost seemed as though his eyes were slightly... diluted. Your heart took flight at the newfound observation. After all, you had read up that if a guy's pupils dilated while looking at you, it was a sign that he liked you.

Anyway, he wouldn't be romantically attracted to the floor right?

"I'm heading over to Ushi's table, uh maybe we can catch up later after school?" You told her, and displeasure filled her eyes at your words for a second, but they were gone right after you blinked.

"I told you y/n, Kai and I are going to get more taiyakis after school! Have you even been listening?"

Her eyebrows curved just to form a slight frown and she crossed her arms in front of her, all while puffing her cheeks out in exasperation.

"Ahh... Right, of course! Well then, tomorrow! There's always tomorrow."

Without waiting for her reply, you sauntered to Ushijima's desk, when you noticed Tendou creeping up behind Ushijima slowly and you stifled a giggle.

Feigning ignorance, you waved a hand in front of Ushijima's face and his shoulders jumped, as if he didn't notice you coming over.

"Ushi, why're you so quiet? Where's Tendou?"You eyed Tendou as you said it, sarcasm dripping off your words, watching him in amusement as he glared at you playfully, placing a finger over his mouth to silence you, white tape around his fingers catching your view.

As if knowing something was up, Ushijima turned around, but not quick enough before Tendou could violently slam his hand down onto Ushijima's back and you watched as his jaw clenched tightly suddenly.

Uncontrollable giggles flowed out from your tongue, as you blissfully looked at the duo, before Ushijima could react to Tendou, he peeked at you, as he watches color fill your cheeks from laughter, he didn't even feel the need to get revenge.

He just watched you intently, as Tendou threw an arm around your neck and whispered into your ear.

"Damn, you got Wakatoshi wrapped around your finger don't you?"

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"Ah, y/n. There you are." A deep voice rang out, piercing through the crisp fresh air. Your eyes fluttered around the place and you caught sight of him.

You already knew who it had been, even without turning to look at him physically, you would have known. You've grown so used to his voice from hearing it everyday, and you were going to miss it. You were sure that the two of you would be separated after high school and that thought made you incredibly upset.

There he was, even the clouds that hung above him seemed to look more cheerful than the grey ones everywhere else. However, you forced a quick smile, an attempt to conceal your emotions, and you opened your mouth to reply to him.

"Ah, Ushi! I was meaning to ask you..."

A streak of clear liquid splashed onto your face and you blinked, eyes widening as you looked up into the sky. There was no trace of the clear weather just moments ago and you shivered as a gust of ice cold wind blew past the two of you.

"W-well, I'll tell you later maybe? After graduation? Meet me after it ends at the school's entrance, the same place we're at now alright?"

"Aren't we in the same class? Why the school entrance?"

"I don't...know. The school entrance just sounded cool."

Lies.

You didn't want everyone to hear you ask him for his second button. You didn't want anyone to know about your crush on Ushijima. You didn't want to be running down the hallways for the toilet when he rejected you.

It was all your your own selfish needs.

Ushijima just nodded and began walking away.

"A-ah! Are you not waiting for me? Come on now! We're in the same class you know? It's not as if I were in Tendou's one."

Stuttering, you stomped your foot on the hard floor and pouted, staring at him in joking disbelief. He simply stopped in his tracks, turned his head to the side just a bit and said coolly,

"Well then. H-hurry up and match my pace."

The way his deep voice would occasionally crack was music to your ears, and this happened to be one of those rare blissful moments.

Your cheeks heated up despite yourself and you picked up your speed and chased after him, and significantly slowed down when you were next to him.

The walk back to class was quiet. But it wasn't one of those awkward silences; it was in fact comforting. His presence next to you made your heart squeeze in your chest and a finger absentmindedly twirled a bunch of hair around your finger.

Honestly, you didn't know why you did it. Was it for your own boredom? Or was it so that he would maybe notice you? Your eyes found itself constantly drifting to his hand. His hand was almost twice the size of yours, and you pictured how it'd look like in your mind.

His thumbs gently caressing yours, the callous from his volleyball experience would only make the entire experience even more real. Those were the hands of the guy who has insane spikes, no doubt about it. It even looked the part up close. Such muscular fingers could only be achieved through tireless training for years.

A shaky sigh was let loose at the thought of his spike hitting you and instantly breaking off your arms.

"What are you glancing at?" He asked, staring at you intently.

"I- uh, well nothing."

Your arms flailed around from his sudden comment and you feel it collide with his, a crisp 'smack' sound bouncing off the walls.

Oh my.

Your clumsiness just had to ruin it for you. You berated yourself for slapping him unintentionally and making a fool out of yourself in front of the person you are hopelessly in love with.

"Oh my, Ushijima, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to accidentally hit you! Oh gosh my clumsiness has done it again!"

Darkness was all you could see as your eyes shut and you stopped walking, waiting for his response with your heart practically leaping out from your chest in anxiety.

"Y/n... Why are you acting so weird? Graduation nerves?"

Your eyelids flew open and you opened your mouth, just to flimsily close it back again.

"Y-yeah. Let's just call it that."

To hide your obvious embarrassment and crimson cheeks, you dashed off before a word could be slipped out from him.

That was close.

You weren't ready for him to know about your feelings just yet.

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"Last but not least, Kaito Fuyushima from Class 5. I present to you, Class 5 of 2020."

You watched with disinterest as you clapped your hands impatiently for the group of students standing at the front of the hall to disperse and for the graduation to be over and done with quickly.

With every tick of the clock, the tempo of your heartbeat began to pick up and you stole a glance at Ushijima, who was a couple of seats away from you. He was in his graduation attire, his square hat nowhere to be seen on his head and his graduation roll chucked to the side of the foldable chair.

Your line of sight traveled further back, as you noticed the empty chair that was meant for his parents to sit.

With his father residing in California, naturally no one had come to celebrate his graduation with him.

Glancing at your mother who was in the parents' corner and tracing back to the empty one few chairs to the right, you shook your head vigorously and whispered his name.

Among the noise in the hall, you were pleasantly surprised when he looked at you and nodded. Not expecting him to even hear you, your eyes widened and your hand moved on its own, giving him a thumbs-up with a wonky smile plastered on your face.

He looked away for a second and you cringed internally.

Such a goddamn embarrassment, y/n. Great job.

You were still in deep thought, mentally reprimanding yourself when he suddenly turned towards you once again. You swore you saw that slight blush on his face as his gaze met yours.

Looking at him in anticipation, you held your breath in excitement as a small smile cracked away his stoned facade and he raised his hand, seemingly returning the thumbs-up.

"The principal of Shiratorizawa Academy would like to give Ushijima Wakatoshi from 3rd year, Class 3 a special plaque to thank him for all the honor he brought to the academy with his exceptional skills he displayed in his volleyball games."

Ushijima's arm instantly fell limp as all eyes in the hall were on him. You grumbled in response, what great timing.

"Nice Ushijima!" You heard Tendou screech out as he clapped his hands together. Soon, one by one, everyone, including yourself, vigorously clapped your hands together while chanting Ushijima's name, like how you would in his matches.

The room suddenly fell into silence.

Ushijima Wakatoshi, who was anybody but sentimental, had let a tear drip down his face. You watched as he bit his bottom lip, an obvious attempt to stop crying.

You felt so useless, unable to do anything but watch him as he cried in silence. Though they were joyful tears, your heart still tore into pieces the same.

Bile rose up your throat as your vision clouded up. The first tear broke free and you sniffled. It was horrifyingly loud and soon pairs of eyes were peeking over at your direction.

"Y-y/n, please don't cry! I didn't want to cry yet-" Your classmate sitting next to you shook your arm, desperately trying to get your tears to stop. However, her voice cracked amidst her sentence and she fell into silence, and you watched in tears as water began to line her lower eyelid.

As if it were a contactable disease, all the students in the hall, other than the year 2 emcee, were bawling towards the end of the ceremony. Bittersweet feelings bloomed inside your chest, slowly eating you up.

You were really going to miss this school. Shiratorizawa Academy really had taught you a lot of things, not just basic subjects off the school. It brought you to your first high school crush, and taught you what volleyball really meant.

It wasn't just a club, or just a sport. It was the beautiful chemistry between all the players in the team that made Shiratorizawa's volleyball team that great. Of course, Ushijima was the ace, and was insanely good at it. However, he didn't make up the team.

Without Eita or Shirabu setting for him, he was nothing but a fish out of water. No amount of skill could ever let him spike as well as he did. Without Tendou, he wouldn't be the Ushijima he was today. There wouldn't be anyone who was always up in Ushijima's face, Ushijima might not even have a best friend.

It was each of them that made it possible. The single gears that fell into place perfectly, those that spun so well, was because of all their effort put into volleyball, and the unbreakable friendship they bond.

There were so many moments where their great play has had you in tears, shrieks of joy or even great anxiety. It was alright, even if they lost. After all, they had played together, and it just showed how humanly they were.

No victory is determined right from the start just because of your pride or score record. And that was alright.

Such undesirable, indescribable feelings gripped you as you sat rooted in your seat, blinking away the rapid tears that were staining your graduation gown.

Ushijima shakily made his way to the stage and firmly shook the principal's hand, before receiving his well-deserved plaque. The principal motioned him to the podium and he tapped on the microphone, not even flinching one bit as a screech shot off the speaker.

He then bowed, and all you could see was his luscious brown locks. As he got up, he cleared his throat and hoarsely spoke into the microphone.

"Thank you for your support. I will continue to make Shiratorizawa proud and uphold the school's name."

Brusque but meaningful; Ushijima described in three beautiful words.

That marked the end of the graduation ceremony as Ushijima stepped off the stage. You shot up from your seat, tightly gripping on to your scroll and holding your graduation cap in place. Making your way to Ushijima, you realized that he was getting further and further away from you. There was no sea to part just for you.

Watching him go back to class alone in disdain, you felt a tap behind your shoulder. It was the same girl that sat next to you during the ceremony.

"Y/n! Let's go take some photos with the girls to commemorate our special day!"

You were about to decline, when reality struck you. Today might have been the last time you were about to see your high school classmates. Ushijima could wait for now.

So, you willingly let yourself be dragged away by your friend for a small photoshoot in class. When you went back to class, Ushijima wasn't there anymore.

Strong uncertainty began swirling inside of you at the thought of Ushijima blindly waiting for you and you sent him a quick text, just to make yourself feel better.

'hey ushi! i’ll be a little late since the girls and i are going to take photos together to celebrate our special day tgt :-) i hope you don’t mind waiting!’ 

Within a minute, your phone buzzed from the notification of his reply. 

'Sure, y/n. Take your time.’

'Thank you so much Ushiii! ;)'

The moment you hit send, you groaned at the winky face you had accidentally sent to him. It was supposed to be a colon, but it turned into a semicolon instead. 

But with the worrying thoughts you previously had long gone, you made your way between two of your classmates’ arms and linked them together with yours, posing for the picture with wide smiles on all your faces.

After almost ten minutes of nonstop smiles, you all finally had enough and you left the classroom, after changing out from your graduation attire, with some of the girls yelling a quick goodbye from behind you.

Neither of you were really going to cry; the class had already planned for several meet-ups during the upcoming holidays after all.

You made a mad rush to the school’s entrance to see Ushijima’s well built figure standing there, waiting for you. The smile was once again evident on your face as you jogged there, yelling his name in the process.

This was it. It was now or never. 

"Ushijima! M-may I please have the second button of your uniform...?” You stopped in your tracks and in your sentence as you noticed the second button from his uniform gone, and to find it replaced with nothing but fabric and some leftover thread. 

Of course. Ushijima and you were just friends after all. There really was going to be nothing happening between the two of you. 

"Ah- you want that? A classmate of ours came up to me in private and asked for it, so I gave it to her. I’m sorry y/n.”

Your mouth fell open like a fish that was out of water. You had already seen it coming, but it didn’t mean that it wouldn’t hurt. In fact, it was far worse from just ‘hurt’. It was as if a thousand knives pierced through your body and was being pulled out slowly. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and you were about to tell Ushijima that everything was alright. But you knew, deep down, you weren’t. You were slowly rotting inside, and all for a stupid high school love.

Letting out a dark chuckle, you looked at Ushijima once more with that loving undertone you always had when your attention was on him.

You were trying to mentally prepare yourself to let go of those unrequited feelings you had for him.

One, two, three. 

And away those feelings went. 

Or at least, you ardently told yourself. Maybe the more you emphasized that thought, the quicker it’d go away.

Letting out a shaky breath, you looked at him, hoping that you’d appear looking as a determined person in his eyes. 

"Eeh...? What do we have over here? Y/n asking for Ushiwaka's second button? Hmm... Let's see here... But the second button is gone? Oh man, y/n, looks like your confession was rejected after all!"

"T-tendou?"

You whispered as Tendou appeared from behind you, and looked at Ushijima's once neatly sewed on button.

"C-confession?"

Ushijima looked stunned, as a weird expression overtook his usual expressionless features. His mouth shaped almost into a square and his eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Ushiwaka, do you really not know what it means when you give away your second button? It means you accept her love confession bro."

Tendou rubbed his temples and let out a long sigh.

"Oh. Then I didn't mean to give it to her."

A small flicker of hope was lit inside you, and you looked at him with expectancy, hoping he'd say the words you wished fervently for him to say.

"Ushiwaka... How idiotic are you, really? Don't you think you have a bigger issue here to solve?"

Tendou said, nodding at your direction. Thank god for Tendou being there, you knew you wouldn't like how it'd end if he wasn't around.

No, it's fine Tendou! It was pretty stupid of me anyways! I was just trying-"

"I wouldn't mind giving it to you y/n, well if I still had it, of course."

"But you don't."

"But I don't."

You both said at the same time, and your eyes met in an unbreakable stare. You heart your heart contracting and releasing more violently than ever as you gazed into his beautiful orbs.

It was as if time had stopped just for the two of you and everything else faded away. You were looking at him, and he was too.

"Ugh, gross. Get a room you two." Tendou stuck his tongue out, which was incredibly childish, and squeezed his eyes together and Ushijima let out a slight chuckle.

The rasp to the chuckle instantly got to you, and colored your ears pink as the sound vibrated in your eardrums.

So, uh, y/n. Can I take you out?"

Without thinking, you answered.

"Like on a date?"

"No, he's going to take you out with one of his powerful spikes. Of course he's taking you out on a date you idiot! Well, at least that's one thing you two share in common."

Both you and Ushijima gave him a pointed look and you moved towards Tendou to give him a gentle push on the head.

"Tendou is salty that he doesn't have a girlfriend yet, isn't he? Come on, stop acting as if you aren't jealous!"

"Don't touch me! I'm not jealous, you are!" Tendou yelled out as he began to run away from you, and you gave chase slightly later than him.

The nerve-wracking moment was long gone; replaced by these blissful moments you wished that would last forever.

Now that you and Ushijima were in a relationship, everything fell into place. With you gleefully chasing after Tendou and Ushijima watching with an exasperated sigh, it was perfect.

That was the most perfect way to end your high school life. Way more perfect than you could ever imagine.

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Love Bites

Vampire! Han Jisung x Reader Part 1

**Contains**: mentions of blood/blood drinking, parental abuse, bullying, fighting, slight swearing, emotional abuse, friends to lovers, werewolf Hyunjin, western high school standards, female reader

Flashback =

> Hello

Narrators POV

In today’s society, supernatural beings like vampires and werewolves are believed to be mythical creatures. Few people believe in their existence and have many false stereotypes surround these creatures’ existence. In reality they do exist. Supernaturals or whatever you like to call them, live a life hidden from society. They play the role of innocent humans is a world where they aren’t accepted.

Name’s POV

After a long, stressful week of school I was finally home to relax, or at least that’s what I wish I was doing right now. Throughout my whole life, I always had an immense amount of pressure put on me by my parents. They wanted a perfect daughter. Not perfect in the sense of a loving child, oh no they had their own definition for the word. To be a perfect child by their standards was practically impossible. I would need to have prefect grades, perfect manners, a perfect record, but despite having all those things I was still a disappointment. I wasn’t ever allowed to have friends, they would simply distract me from school. Defying this logic I was required to participate in at least one sport for college credit. I chose volleyball on a whim. I was practically exhausted every day. I had school each day, followed by practice and then hours of homework. Despite the amount of stress I am constantly facing, my parents only ever cared about results, positive results that is.

You see I’m currently in a very dangerous situation. This week I had been so overwhelmed by homework that I fell asleep before I finished studying for an exam. It was understandable. I hadn’t gotten proper sleep in days and staying up till 3am every night doing homework was clearly taking a toll on my health. My parents could care less though. I had scored a 73 on the exam which was just barely passing in my school’s standards. My parents were furious, and I was scared of their reaction to say the least. I had an idea of what was coming.

I got kicked out?

“No fucking way.” I breathed out as I stood with my hands full in front of my house. This is probably the last thing I would’ve expected but they sure did it. Typically their punishments weren’t this bad. They would just yell at me for a while, threaten to take things from me, maybe hit me if they were really mad, and then tell me how much of a disappoint I was. This wasn’t anything I wasn’t used to so I barely had a reaction to it anymore. This lack of reaction seemed to trigger something new in them. If I wasn’t affected by their typical punishments they would have to step up. So they kicked their barely 17 year old daughter out of their house on a bone-chilling Friday in October.

It was nearing 6:00 PM and I had no idea what to do. They had given me barely five minutes to grab whatever items I would need to survive for however long I would be homeless. I had managed to scrap together the bare necessities. I was still dressed in my school uniform but luckily brought a change of clothes. The first thing I did was change. I couldn’t be a bad representation of my school could I? I didn’t have much. I had just enough time to stuff my school bag with clothes, my wallet, laptop, phone, chargers and snacks but I was still frozen to the bone.

My first thought was to check into a small hotel, but I quickly dismissed the idea when I saw the price. I walked around the city area, contemplating who I could ask to stay with but oh, I don’t have any friends. After wandering around for a while I had subconsciously returned home. Maybe they would let me in? Nope. All the doors and windows were locked and a small note was taped to the door.

‘Left on vacation. Be back soon. Name, if you break in we’ll disown you.’ I sighed. Of course they left. I’m even more desperate for somewhere to stay now.

As time passed and I continued to walk around, the night grew darker and darker. I had walked in what seemed like circles for hours and I was even more exhausted than usual. As I was walking in the city, I heard soft growls behind me. Now that I thought about it there were barely any people here. As I glanced back behind me, my blood ran cold. What is that thing?

From the shadows I could barely make out what I assumed to be its face. Despite this a few startling details stood out to me the most. It had beady red eyes that seemingly glowed under the moonlight. It looked to be an animal, having a pure black fur coat that seemingly stood up on edge. The last thing I saw were its insanely sharp teeth that dripped with saliva as it growled. Despite this sudden shock, it didn’t take long for me to realize I was in danger and book it in the opposite direction. I heard louder growls behind me and I could almost feel its hot breath on my legs. It was right at my heels biting at my ankles in hopes to slow me down. With my low energy I knew I wouldn’t last long at this speed. I had to do something to help me escape. Out of pure adrenaline rush, I made a quick turn and with a sharp motion I slammed my bag across its face. As it whimpered in pain I quickly tore open my pack and grabbed out the heaviest school book I had and threw it as hard as I possibly could at its face. This seemed to shock the animal at it rolled over on the ground in pain. I took this as an opportunity to escape and bolted away as fast as I could.

I had been running for what seemed like forever and finally, my body gave out. Once I figured I was far enough away from it I stopped pushing myself and collapsed on my knees in a fit of coughs and strangled breathing. I escaped at least. My only price to pay was the harsh burning sensation that was bubbling up in my lungs and some slight scratches. I was alive at least. The only downside to my escape is that I had No. Idea. Where. I. Was. As I ran, my surroundings seemed to have blended together. The city streets were long forgotten and I was surrounded by lush forest. A forest I had never seen in my life.

Despite my current distress, I knew I still had to find somewhere to sleep. It was pitch black out now. I assumed it was nearing midnight but I wasn’t sure as my phone had died a couple hours before. I was as lost as lost could be and instead of wandering around aimlessly for the rest of the night, I figured I’d just sleep near a sheltered tree. I sure as hell needed plenty of sleep. I laid there on the cold, wet ground for what I could only assume was a couple hours. I was still terrified. I was extremely shaken by my experience from earlier. I was also freezing. The little warmth my clothes had given me was quickly lost due to the freezing water that had seeped into them upon contact with the ground. At some point I must’ve passed out as that is the remainder of the memories I have from that night.

“Hello? Hello? Excuse me miss are you alright? Are you alive? Wow Jisung that’s a smart questions to ask.” I heard distant talking from what seemed to be above me.

I rubbed my eyes in confusion, slowly blinking them open. As my vision cleared I saw a boy. The boy had slightly grown out dirty blonde hair, golden eyes, a relatively short stature and was dressed in sweats. The most shocking detail of all was how familiar he looked, almost too familiar.

The boy blinked in surprise. “Oh! I see you’ve awoken... finally.” He slightly mumbled. “Sorry to wake you its just I don’t see people casually sleeping in the forest everyday you know.” He shuffled and rubbed his neck as he spoke.

I clambered around and began to sit upright as I continued to stare at him. I definitely knew him from somewhere. He seemed to somewhat recognize me as well.

“Ah that sweater! You must be from Maple High as well then, that’s why you seem so familiar!” He explained “Wait what’s your name... ah wait don’t tell me I know it...... is it Name by any chance?” He questioned. Now I knew exactly who he was.

“You’re correct. And you’re Han Jisung right? We’ve been in chemistry, music, and language arts classes together for the past two years. Now I’m embarrassed I didn’t recognize you sooner.” I mumbled out of embarrassment.

“No no its fine! Plus it took me a while to remember your name.” He chided as he rubbed his neck once again. “Do you mind letting me know why you’re stranded out here in the forest? If you’re camping or something then that’s understandable but this area is known for being very unsafe, plus you look dangerously unprepared.” He questioned.

“Ah about that... you see I got lost last night. I was in the city and some animal chased me and I wound up here somehow.” I awkwardly chuckled. I mean I wasn’t being completely honest but only certain people would fully understand my situation.

“You wouldn’t happen to know the way out of this hell hole would you?” I pleaded.

“Now I see what happened!” He chuckled as he seemingly put the pieces together. “I can show you the way out! This forest is practically my second home haha.” he laughed

Jisung had helped me grabbed my things and started to lead me out of the forest.

“Hey Jisung?”

“Yeah?”

“How come you know this forest so well? And how did you even find me? I mean its a pretty random location?” I questioned.

“Oh, I come here to hunt.” He blurted out.

“Hunt? Like animals? Isn’t that like really outdated?” I questioned.

“Oh..uh..yeah I hunt like deer...and stuff. I guess my family is just kinda outdated. Hunting is a... hobby of mine I guess....” He trailed off. I found his answer rather odd... I mean he seemed nervous? No unsure? Whatever it was probably nothing.

As he led me out of the forest I managed to slip up and mention that I had to figure out a place to stay. Out of what I could only assume was a mixture of kindness and pity, he offered to let me stay at his house. At first I immediately declined. It was such a huge offer to just give to someone you barely know. Plus I would feel guilty as I had little to offer him in thanks. Eventually he persuaded me to stay with him. My payment could be in the form of chores as he was home alone, his parents away on business. He lent me clothes and let me stay in one of his many guest rooms. I took a shower and once again took a nap.

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how to unlove someone • ch. 3 [tom holland x reader]

how to unlove someone • ch. 3

tom holland x reader

words: 3k

warnings: swearing, cheating, implications of sex, angst, crying, the whole lot

a/n: it’s supposed to be all lowercase && this one’s a whole thing lmao

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piper threw a piece of popcorn at you and tom from across the room.

“let’s go drinking, i’m tired of being sober.” she complained, ignoring the notes she was supposed to be studying.

“no, piper, you can’t be hungover tomorrow.” you reminded her and she dramatically rolled her eyes and sighed.

“so, what step are we on now? we haven’t gone over a new one in nearly two weeks, love.” tom asked and you raked your mind for the number. the time you spent with tom was probably the best time you’ve ever had, so you forgot about the plan for awhile.

“you should be starting number three now!” piper called out, still failing to study for her exam.

“ah, right. step three,” tom said, looking down at his cracked phone that, needless to say, drove you insane. “change the name for him to his actual name, delete any playlists for him, and turn off any post notifications you have on his accounts.”

piper practically wheezed, knowing you spent so long making matt a playlist you weren’t even gonna send and that you’d be upset to part ways with it.

“alright,” you sighed, leaning forward and grabbing your phone. you easily changed his names on your phone to his regular first and last name, and you only had his post notifications on on instagram. and, like piper knew, the 70 song playlist you made for matthew was the hardest to let go. you stared down at it, and tom slowly took the phone and deleted it himself before handing it back. “there. done. can we move on now?”

“you gotta get used to it first.” you frowned.

“that’s dumb.”

“well,” tom laughed. “would you rather be in a toxic relationship?”

“what’s even toxic about him, though?” piper asked. although she sometimes called matthew toxic, too, she didn’t really get what about him was toxic.

“you’ve said he was emotionally abusive before.” you told her, looking over your shoulder to see her.

“and he’s a player.” tom said, rolling his brown eyes.

you nodded and sighed. piper was back to matthew already, claiming she foolishly started to like him again. he was still single, but showed no similar feelings. he wouldn’t answer her texts, he’d ignore her calls, and made sure his two dumbass roommates wouldn’t let her in the apartment anymore.

it was all apart of his own demise, though. you’ve witness him do it plenty of times before, and not just with piper. being matthew’s best friend brought you somewhat close with a handful of his girlfriends. and when he and one of them would break up, he’d do this. he’d make them want to come back, but only piper, and maybe one other girl, ever did. most of his exes had common sense, and left it as messy as it already was, but piper didn’t have any morals, in fact, her moral compass would a roulette wheel, no doubt. so now she was stressed, trying to get contact of the boy she just broke up with a week and a half earlier. all because of his twisted game. piper was too good to go through that.

“besides, he’s not into settling down, he’s just gonna find someone else to mess with.” tom continued, snapping you out of your slight daze.

“why are you even friends with him?” piper asked, slightly exasperated. he shrugged, running a hand through his hair.

“he’s a good friend, just not such a good boyfriend.”

“that’s an understatement.” you muttered, getting up to get a drink.

“y/n, have you seen my car keys?” piper asked, as she shifted through her papers and books while you walked past.

“nope.” she groaned and tom raised an eyebrow.

“why do you need them right now? you’re supposed to be studying.” he reminded her, drawing out the last word, and she rolled her eyes.

“i need them.”

“for what?” you asked, opening up the fridge.

“i just do, okay?” she snapped, and tom glanced over at you, watching you mouth an irritated ‘okay’ as you looked through the refrigerator.

piper eventually found her keys in her room after dumping her school stuff back in there. she left the apartment, only saying that she’d be back later.

you, somehow, were asleep when she left, in tom’s arms as he studied some of his own notes. he frowned when piper shut the door behind her, knowing you wouldn’t be happy with her for leaving. since the three of you all know exactly where she was going without having to talk about it.

tom was conflicted. he liked you, but he knew you were in love with someone else and although he really really wanted to ask you out, he knew he should wait and save himself the troubles. the steps were taking too long, in his opinion. but this was how it worked with him, and how it worked with harrison. so, if it’s not broken, don’t fix it. he just didn’t know what to do.

piper still hadn’t been back two hours later, and you were still asleep. tom was over studying at that point and was tired himself, but didn’t want to leave you for the night. he shot his blonde counterpart a text saying goodnight, and set his phone on do not disturb. it wasn’t necessarily his place to do this, but he was kind of tired of being on the couch, so he lifted you up in his arms and made his way to your bedroom. he left the bedroom door open, just to reassure piper when she came home, if she came home, and laid down next to you in the bed after tucking you in. he set you under the covers while he was on top of them, to give you some reassurance as well.

piper didn’t come home that night. she stayed the night at matthew’s. needless to say, they were getting back together soon.

but she came home the next morning, while you and tom were still asleep. she stepped into the apartment, expecting to see you two on the couch or eating breakfast, but it was empty. her brows were knit, and she noticed tom’s things still sitting around the room, so he had to still be here. and then she smirked. she knew something between you two was bound to happen.

she snuck down the hallway, but frowned when she noticed your bedroom door open. she cautiously glanced in to find a clothed tom next to you in the bed, but he was on top of the blankets and everything and you were underneath the covers. she cursed the two of you in her mind, turning to her own door, wondering why the hell it was taking you so long to get together and just forget matthew.

of course she felt bad about everything with matthew, but she figured it’d be better if you were out of matt’s life, as mean as that sounded.

it’s not like she thought you were getting in the way, necessarily, it was just she always was going back and forth between your feelings and matt. and she wanted it to be over. she wanted to not have to choose, although she already was, and that was especially clear to you. she was choosing him over your feelings. she knew. of course she knew. now, did she care? yeah, for sure, she was just bad at showing that.

she went to open the door of her room, when a whisper came from behind her.

“couldn’t give him up yet?” it was tom. he softly closed your bedroom door and leaned against it, his arms crossed. piper sighed, still facing the door, her hand resting on the door knob.

“you gonna tell her this time?” he asked after she didn’t answer his first question. her silence was all he needed. piper closed her eyes before speaking up.

“why is it always a big deal when he and i get back together?” she murmured and tom furrowed his brows.

“because he’s not a good person, and because your best friend has been in love with him for years.”

“people say that but i’m the reason she even knows who he is. i was in love with him first. no one gives a shit if i’ve loved him for however long. why’s it so special when she does it?”

“you’ve gotten him multiple times, piper. he’s proved to you that he sees you as another person to use for attention.”

“she’s dated him before, too.”

“for one month,” tom responded. “one month in total. how many months have you two dated in all? probably over twelve, piper. don’t compare the two.”

“it’s whatever,” she said. “she doesn’t like him anymore, right? she’s over him. it doesn’t matter.”

“piper, you know it’s just one of the st-”

“well, is she ever gonna give up on him if we don’t accept it? as if we never knew the steps were a thing?” piper whipped around as she spoke. “you want her to forget him? to fall in love with you? then go along with it.”

and with that, the blonde girl turned, went into her room, and closed and locked the door behind her. tom sighed, and opened your door to find you still peacefully sleeping under the comforter. he figured he couldn’t go wrong with a little more sleep, and layed back down next to you.

he couldn’t fall asleep, though. he kept thinking about what piper said. she was right, about going along with the steps. he just didn’t expect her to know that he wanted to be the one you loved. he supposed it was kind of obvious but still, he would’ve thought piper saw it as just the steps after hearing about them.

tom glanced over at you. he smiled to himself. there was something about you. he just wanted to hold you close to his chest, just you and him, together. he wanted to call you his, and never have to even think of these stupid steps ever again.

tom never fell back asleep, so he ended up getting up and finding something to cook for breakfast for you. he was just finishing it all up, proud of his work, when your phone that was left on the coffee table beeped. tom knew he shouldn’t be nosy, so he just left it and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. he opened the fridge to find some orange juice when the phone beeped again. he pulled the carton out and set it on the counter, sighing, having a feeling it was matthew, but still ignoring it.

you suddenly came shuffling out of the hallway, surprising tom.

“good morning!” he laughed and you looked around him.

“you didn’t have to do this, tom.” you smiled and he smiled.

“i wanted to, darling.” you rolled your eyes and grabbed your phone, frowning as you saw the messages. you decided to open them, but not respond.

as you crossed into the kitchen to sit across from tom, it beeped in your hand again. you groaned leaving him on read once again, and he immediately sent another text.

“he’s so annoying,” you sighed. tom sent an apologetic smile your way. “i wish he’d just leave me alone.”

“i know, love, but we have to lead up to it.” he sighed and you nodded.

a couple hours later, tom had went home and you found yourself leaving your room to put an empty cup away. you figured piper wasn’t home from work yet, since her bedroom door was still wide open and the lights were off. as you turned the corner to make your way into the kitchen, you stopped in your tracks to find matthew standing there, yanking his coat off, and you dropped the plastic cup onto the hardwood floor. he looked over at you, startled.

“how’d you get in here?” you asked, eyes widened. his features softened when he realized you were scared.

“i have an extra key, y/n, it’s okay.” he said taking a step towards you, his arms out for a hug.

“what do you want?” you tried to make yourself sound confident, but he saw through that.

“piper told me to head over, she’s a little wrapped up at work but shouldn’t be too late.”

“piper?” you were honestly so confused. “late? late for what?”

“nevermind that,” he shook his head. “hey, so, why haven’t you been answering my texts?”

“uh, my phone is being stupid, that’s all,” you lied. “i don’t know what’s going on with it.” matt nodded, smiling.

“why did piper tell you to come over?” you picked up the cup and set it down on the counter. he ran a hand through his hair as he shrugged.

“she said she wanted to talk about something,” he raised his eyebrows. “she said you wouldn’t mind if i came over before she got home.” you nodded.

“right. we, uh, we needed to hang out anyway.” he chuckled, looking around the apartment.

“i’m surprised holland isn’t here.” he changed the subject. tom’s all he ever wants to talk about lately.

“oh, yeah, he left a couple hours ago.” matt nodded, taking a couple steps closer to you.

“what’s his deal? like, isn’t he annoying you?” you shrugged.

“he’s a really good friend.”

“yeah, but don’t you think he’s stopping you from things you want to do?” he asked, and you realized that now you were inches apart, your breath caught in your throat.

“no,” you murmured, not sure if that was the truth or not anymore. “not at all.”

matthew smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“so, you’re saying if he was here right now he wouldn’t stop this?”

he leaned down and kissed you, but you knew it was wrong. you knew you shouldn’t let him do this. there wasn’t any spark like you imagined there would be when you kissed the first time. it wasn’t the fairy tale you wanted it to be. it wasn’t tom.

you pushed him away and he furrowed his brows, watching you back away, shaking your head.

“matthew, i can’t.”

“can’t what y/n?” he asked, sounding slightly hurt. it was all an act.

“i don’t love you anymore.”

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked, not believing you.

“i-i don’t love you anymore, matt,” you repeated shakily. “i can’t do this.”

“it’s tom, isn’t it?” matt was getting mad. “did he fucking show you those stupid ass steps?”

“this has nothing to do with him. i just, i don’t want to be used for attention anymore.”

“used for attention? y/n, you know i’d never do that to you.”

“oh, shut up, okay? that’s probably the second biggest lie that’s ever came out of your mouth,” you suddenly got a burst of confidence. “the first being ‘i love you’.”

“jesus fucking christ, y/n, what’s up with you?”

“i’m over you, matt, and i don’t want to be friends anymore.”

“really?”

“really. you’re a toxic, attention-loving player. you use girls. you use piper. you use me. i’m over it.”

“i have a feeling you’ll be apologizing for all of this soon.”

“no. i’m not. you’re the one who should be apologizing because you’re an asshole who uses people for attention.”

the front door opened and piper walked in. she looked between the two of you.

“hey, what’s going on?”

“piper, what’s he doing here?”

“we were gonna have a movie date-” you whipped your head back to matt.

“you two are back together?” piper nodded, confused. matthew kept eye contact, practically daring you to tell her.

“piper, he just kissed me.”

matthew had left without argument after piper screamed at him to go. no excuses, no ‘that’s not true’, none of it. he just left. left after stomping two hearts to broken pieces on the ground, leaving piper now sobbing with mascara streaming down her face. this was the most he’s ever dared to do in terms of cheating. typically the other times were tinier things, like being in the talking stage before dating with other girls while he was with piper. but this time, he kissed you, piper’s bestest friend, because he knew that you didn’t know they were back together and he just wanted the extra validation that you were still waiting for him. he left without getting that validation. he left behind two beautiful girls who constantly were willing to wait for him, sometimes more so than others.

and good fucking riddance to him.

you both cried together, complaining about how dumb and stupid boys are. you cried for what seemed like hours.

you both seemingly had no more tears after some time, and were just sitting there when your phone rang.

it was tom. you answered it, putting it on speaker for piper to hear, sniffing.

“what’s up?”

“are you okay, love?” he knew you’d been crying. he could tell.

“uh, yeah, matt tried to kiss me and i told piper and we’ve just been crying over him cheating on her.”

“do you guys need anything? should i come over?”

“no, i, uh, i think we’re fine. just need some best friend time, you know?” you let out a breathy laugh, running a hand through your hair, smiling over at piper.

“okay, that’s understandable. i was just calling to see if i left my jacket over there but i think i just saw it.”

“alright, i’ll talk to you later, tom.”

“see ya.”

you set the phone down and piper smiled softly.

“marry him.”

“what?”

“you have no choice anymore, you have to marry that boy.”

you both laughed. you smiled.

“it’s all up to him.”

“i think he really cares about you, y/n.” she murmured after a moment. you laughed.

“i hope he does. after all, he still is my friend.” she smiled.

“what’s the next step, anyway?”

“not sure, i guess we’ll have to wait and see,” you replied. “you wanna build a fort?”

“i’m in.”

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The Demon Knows Best

hey guys!! how is everyone? i hope youll all excuse me for this late fic ;; school has been killing me but during my winter break ill make sure to post more! please study hard if you take exams this december but make sure to take care of yourself!! hopefully this will power you through exams <3 

Word Count: 2,914

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Underage drinking, underage usage of drugs, driving under the influence, and swearing

lets get it!

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“Thank you so much for coming!” You yell out, waving at your friends for coming to your birthday celebration. You turn around and grin at all the presents left for you before jumping into the pile and starting to rip off the wrapping paper from the gifts.

Tearing the envelopes and boxes open, you’ve received countless cards to all your favorite stores and some clothing. You laid back once you’ve opened everything and smile. Your friends were so sweet to be giving you all these wonderful gifts. Making a mental note in your head, you were sure to thank them later on that day.

Just as you were about to stand up and grab a snack, a sharp edge stung the side of your thigh.

“Ow! What the hell!” You fume, about to throw the object that suddenly attacked you when you realized it was a wrapped present. Confused, you try to recall if you had missed any present but couldn’t come to any conclusion. Unwrapping the gift, you were left more confused than ever.

The present was a black box with gold engravings on the edges and forming a floral pattern in the middle of the square. Analyzing it from all six sides, the best bet as to what the mystery object could be was a decoration. You sigh, setting the object down and taking out your phone.

Typing in the group chat, you ask if any of your friends gave you a ‘sharp tiny box.’ The responses varied from, ‘hell no’ to ‘I bet it was from Jisung.’

You huff and throw your phone next to you. Did Jisung really buy you a decoration for your birthday? You sincerely appreciated the thought, but he knows that you two don’t share the same aesthetic.

That day, you didn’t look at the box again.

Nor the next day.

However, you messed with it the following week.

That night you were taking a break from studying and YouTube was getting boring so the next best option was to clean your room. Upon dusting your dresser, your eyes landed on the mysterious black box that had been secretly haunting your thoughts. Grabbing the box, you sat on your bed and stared at the markings.

Noticing the tiny scratches and small indents leads you to suspect that the gift had been previously owned. A loud groan fills your room. Why the hell did Jisung give you a box? More importantly, a box that has already been used! You seriously needed to teach him some proper gift-giving etiquette.

However, the box had scratches and small indents. Someone must’ve played with it or dropped it previously before. But if they had dropped it, why were they even looking at it in the first place? The box might’ve been the size of your hand, but it was quite heavy for its size.  

Your finger glided across one of the golden strokes and the piece suddenly shifted to a new position. Your mouth hung open in shock and suddenly you yelled, “OH!”

It was a puzzle!

You carefully worked on the puzzle for twenty minutes and smiled in satisfaction once the final piece set in place. The markings weren’t supposed to be a floral piece, but a cat. But after that last piece set in place, the box began to glow. Throwing the box on your bed and jumping up from your seat, you wondered if the box was simply a decoration. Checking the time comforted you as it was late at night. The clock read 2:37 so it was about time you get some rest.

As the box began to glow more and more, soon becoming blinding to even look at, it was definitely not an illusion. Fearful to make a sound, you slapped a hand over your mouth and closed your eyes tightly, hoping it would all end soon.

Suddenly, the glowing stopped and you opened your eyes.

There was no longer a box in front of you, but a black-haired boy with just as black horns and a tail.

“Finally! I’ve been yelling at you the entire time to solve me.” He exclaims, sitting down as your desk chair while you stared at him with wide eyes.

He took a few chips from your chip bag before jumping up and holding his hand out. “I forgot, humans introduce themselves to each other. My name is Jeno.”

Due to you not responding, he took your hand and slid it into the grip of his, shaking firmly.

“W-What the hell are you?”

“Well, I’m not Hell. But I do come from it! I’m a demon. I’m friends with The Devil if you guys want to go out sometime.”

“I swear I can see stars right now…”

“No, no, no! That’s not good at all. Oh please don’t die on me! This has happened before.” He rushes you put a pillow behind you in case you collapse.

“W-WHAT?”

After taking a few moments to breathe and collect your thoughts, you iterate to Jeno the new information about his appearance.

“So, you’re a demon that’s supposed to make me do bad choices in order to live? Somewhat similar to a leech?”

He makes a pained face and grabs his heart. “Leech is low. Parasite is much more educated and proper.”

You stare at him in shock. The fact that demons existed in your oh so black and white world confused you more than ever.

“S-So, can you like go? I’m a very busy person and I don’t worship The Devil.”

“Nope.” He plopped on your bed and snuggled into the covers.

“Why not?”

“Okay. So here’s the thing: I’m supposed to take your soul so I can leave and I need to make you as vulnerable as I can to make extraction easy. I need to make you do bad decisions though, almost like to destroy your sense of morality and slowly kill you from the inside to out.” Jeno monotones.

“I’m stuck with you until I die?”

“Or until I take your soul.” He winks and a strange pulling at your heart occurs.

However, being with Jeno wasn’t as bad as you thought. He threatened to eat your soul a couple of times but he honestly was a good dude.

“Ugh, I hate eating all this fast food.” You muttered, shoving a fry in your mouth, “but it tastes so good!”

Jeno sips on his milkshake loudly and nods. “I agree—Ooh! Brainfreeze!” He yells and holds his head, shaking from side to side. You grab the milkshake out of his hand and finish it, throwing away the garbage.

“Okay, what should we do next?” You questioned Jeno.

He was in deep contemplation, playing with the end of his shirt until he randomly stood up. “Video games!”

“With what system?” Your room had no consoles and no extra PC for him to play on.

Holding out a hand, a black mist covered his arm and a Nintendo Switch made an appearance.

You open your mouth to question him but he quickly cuts you off.

“What? You don’t think we have video games in Hell?”

You smirk and quickly rush to your TV, only to play Smash until the next day. The next day, however, happened to be a school day.

Falling asleep just twenty minutes ago and hearing your blaring alarm startled you from your slumber. You jolted up in surprise and groaned at the clock. “No way it’s already seven! I’m so tired.” Yawning and lying back down, you curled up close to Jeno. “You’re so warm.” The words came mumbled and gargled, but Jeno understood you perfectly.

Blushing, he opened up more towards you and whistled out, “Well, you can just skip.”

“Yeah… I might just do that.”

Jeno could feel your moral compass failing already, but he didn’t want to take your soul just yet.

That night your parents couldn’t stop yelling at you for skipping, but spending the day with Jeno made you feel better. They made you swear on your life to study that night to make up for skipping and you promised.

Having Jeno in the kitchen was a terrible idea. While trying to study names of scientists for chemistry, he kept opening and closing cabinets, banging pots and pans together, and trying every condiment available to him. He almost smashed a bottle of spicy mustard after it disgusted his tastebuds.

“Ohohoho! What do we have here?”

Turning over to the devil boy holding a bottle of fruity rum, you jump out of your seat and reach for the bottle, only to have your face pushed away.

“Jeno! No! You’re not drinking that!”

“Why? The drinking age in Hell is whatever you want it to be!”

You growled, “Good thing you’re on earth at the moment!” Jumping and stretching for the bottle only frustrated you more when all he did was raise his arm higher.

“Come on, don’t you want to try it? It’s going to be sooo long until you can try it.”

He tempted you and he was doing one good job at doing it. Pursuing your lips, you grab the bottle and two shot glasses, filling them halfway. You tentivany bring the alcohol to your lips and down it. The drink leaves a slight burn and leaves a pit of despair in your stomach afterwards if your parents ever find out what you were doing.

But it was damn good.

Jeno and you spent that night drinking and dancing in your room. Even though it left you with a hell of a hangover, you powered through the day and went to school that following morning.

All was going well (other than you almost tripping with every step) until lunch arrived.

Renjun was rambling off about his newest obsession which happened to be an anime while Chenle was picking at his food half-heartedly, more interested at his phone. Your group was only disrupted when Jaemin, Haechan, and Jisung sat at your table, almost clinging to each other.

“What happened?” Renjun stops his rant to question them.

“Well, you see, uh—“

“Haechan accidentally bought edibles!” Jisung yelled and Jaemin almost sent him out of his seat, a fist flying very close to his head.

“How the fuck do you accidentally buy edibles?” Mark asks, taking a seat at the far end of the table.

“I didn’t know what edibles meant! I thought it was one of those pretty arrangements of fruit!” He complained, slamming the bag of what appeared to be chocolate chip cookies.

Chenle let out a laugh before snatching the bag and letting out a even louder laugh. “Yep. These are for sure edibles.”

The whole table bursted out in laughter and amusement while Haechan’s face became a pretty pink color. He shoved his head in his hands and breathed, “I don’t know what I’m gonna do! I don’t even do drugs! I’m part of student council! They can’t catch me doing this shit!”

“I’ll take it.” You speak up, holding out a hand and Chenle places the bag hurriedly in your grasp.

“Ooooo, honor role student taking a bag of edibles? Who hurt you?” Jaemin giggles.

“Shut up. I know someone who’ll take it.” You grumbled.

Deep in the back of your mind, you knew it was a lie. You were the one who was going to take it, along with Jeno.

“Are you sure you wanna try this?” He asks, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Jeno, if I didn’t know you any better, I would say you’re scared!”

He was. He was incredibly terrified. Every time he looked at you, you were doing something bad. Whether it was telling a lie or drinking, your moral compass was decreasing at an impeccable pace. Jeno would admit he had developed a tiny crush on you. You were so innocent, but you slowly turned into someone he didn’t recognize.

You had already taken a bite out of the cookie and with crumbs falling out of your mouth, you speak out, “I don’t feel anything.”

An hour later, you laid on your bed and giggled. “Hey Jeno, how would a dog wear pants? On all four legs or only the back ones?”

Jeno wondered if someone high even acts like this.

“I can’t honestly tell you {y/n}, but I bet it’s based on preference.”

You chuckle and roll around in your bed. “Jeno—“ You call out sweetly.

A heat rushes to Jeno’s face and he replies, “Yes?”

“You know I like you a lot. Like, a lot a lot. More than a normal person should.”

Jeno feels his heart stop momentarily and he swallows the lump in his throat. “What do you mean?”

“Like, I think sometimes I’m in love with you.”

Oh, how ironic that now he feels as if he is going to faint.

He passes it off as you exemplifying your feelings and he states, “Maybe you should get some sleep.”

He looks back at you for your response and only breathes out a sigh of relief when he notices you’re in a deep sleep.

Slowly, Jeno started noticing your moral compass failing more and more. Although it was his job, he never wanted to take your soul. You were too pure to him, something untouchable. Fate hated you clearly, due to the black box within your room.

The last straw for Jeno was a late night at a party. Since it was Halloween, nobody would question his horns and tail. You decided you wanted to bring him along. Perhaps he pressured you to a few shots, but nothing more! He saw how much you could take with the fruity rum.

However, you stepped up to play a game of beer pong once Jeno used the bathroom. A few beers later and secret shots, you were officially wasted. Jeno, even as a demon, knew better than to let you wander around the disco-like party. He begrudgingly grabbed you and dragged you into your car.

Whilst he kept you from falling all over, he quietly waited for you to start the car, only to realize that you’re drunk and he doesn’t know how to drive on earth.

Panic sets in, but what’s the worst that could happen?

The worst nearly happened.

He didn’t think much of it when you were drifting off into different lanes, but when you almost crashed into a tree, he started to worried.

“Oh my Devil, I have a serious case of whiplash. Hey, are you alright?” Jeno shook your shoulder and you held a hand to your mouth.

“Dude, I’m seriously going to puke if you mess with me like that.” The words came out slurred and Jeno frowned. He knew something had to be done.

He made sure to get on your ass for the next week. Jeno made sure all your homework was completed and you studied at least one hour a day. You resented him for it and it caused that every day stress to creep back into your life once again. Feeling an itch to find some quick relief, raiding the liquor cabinet didn’t seem to do any harm in the short-term.

Sneaking quietly to the cabinet and grabbing one of your mother’s favorite champagne bottles, you turned around only to smack your face in the chest of a demon.

“And what do we have here?” Jeno questioned, snatching the bottle from you.

“Jeno, give it back.” You complained, reaching with little effort.

“What did I tell you about drinking?”

By this point, you were fuming. Who gave Jeno the authority to boss you around? It’s not like he cared anyway. He wants you to do these terrible things!

“Why do you even give a damn anyway? It’s not like you care.”

Jeno remained quiet and you felt your heartbeat pounding harder than ever.

“I don’t care? I am risking my job to keep you safe. I have disobeyed every law in Hell for you just to spend time with you. I even have a crush on you, my fucking host. If Satan ever finds out my feelings towards you, he would keep me as a pet, which is not fun at all!” He almost slammed the bottle on the counter before taking one final look at you. “But go ahead. I don’t give a damn apparently.”

Jeno left you and the bottle remained unopened.

You weren’t sure how to exactly apologize to a demon. They might not even accept apologizes! Yet you needed to set things straight with Jeno.

About an hour or two after your argument, you crept up to your room and tapped lightly on the door. Peering in, you saw the somewhat small lump on your bed, covered in your personal blankets. Resisting the urge to grin, you tiptoed to your bed and laid down next to lump.

After a few moments of shuffling, Jeno poked his head out from the blankets and pouted, “What do you want?”

You breathed out, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I fought with you and got mad. I know you’re looking out for me.”

Jeno contemplated your response before responding, “Forget about what I said earlier.”

Your mind flashes back to his confession and you feel suddenly light-headed, being in the same bed as the boy who just confessed to you.

“What about if I don’t want to?”

Suddenly, Jeno moves closer to your body and wraps both of you in the warm sheets.

“I would say don’t. After all, the demon knows best.”

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Dahlia

Warning: Major character death, vomiting, possible swearing

Word Count: 4764

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You always shied away from the thought of love. From the thought that unrequited love could be your death, much like it was for a close friend of yours in 7th grade. Up until that point, you had always figured that it wasn’t as devastating as people made it out to be, but when Justin passed in the middle of the seventh grade you, you were heartbroken. You had viewed the boy as a brother and he was your closest and most trusted friend.

He had always dropped hints that he liked someone but he had never exactly stated who. It wasn’t until you were given his journal during his funeral that you realized it was you. You were the cause of his death because you didn’t love him the way he loved you. At that exact moment, you swore off falling in love and you made sure that no one ever fell in love with you. You didn’t want to be the cause to another death of a close friend and you didn’t want to die the same way Justin had six years prior.

Now, you were a freshman in college and four months into the school year. When you had transferred to Korea to attend school at University of Seoul, you had quickly made friends with a large group of people of varying ages. For those first four months, you had stuck by their side and acted like the “parent” of the group, aside from Tae Yong and Tae Il.

In those first four months, you hadn’t even thought of ever falling in love. You had managed to avoid it up until now and you didn’t plan on breaking your own promise. You weren’t going to die because of unrequited love. You were going to die of either a freak accident or natural causes. Nothing in between. You were adamant on that.

For the next two months, you were safe from any of that. Life continued on as normal until one day a boy named Mark Lee transferred into one of your classes. Up until this point, you knew nothing of him but he had quite a bit of knowledge of you. He had explained that he was Tae Yong’s friend and that the older man never shut up about you. As quickly as that, you two had clicked and became friends, not realizing the danger it posed to you.

Over the next few months, you and Mark quickly became closer and closer and, soon enough, he was your best friend and the person you spilled everything to. From stress about school to concerns about other friends, Mark knew everything. One thing you hadn’t realized however, was the way he was making you feel.

You didn’t realize anything until the one day that he grabbed your hand because you were lagging behind and he wanted to rush to cafe where you were supposed to meet up with Dong Hyuk and Yukhei. That’s when you realized the way your heart sped up and your hands became clammy. That the only thing you actually ever thought about outside of school was I wonder when me and Mark can hang out again. That’s when you realized you broke your most important rule. You fell in love. You had no idea if he felt the same, but you had a silent hope that maybe he did. Maybe you would be okay and the two of you would be able to be together happily.

Now, you had a bit of a darkened mood and Mark was quick to pick up on it.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned, tilting his head as he slowed down to walk beside you.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” you lied, giving him a false bright smile. He had given you an odd look before stopping, crossing his arms.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Dong Hyuk and Yukhei can wait,” he said, concern lacing his voice very clearly.

“Have you ever been in love?” you questioned suddenly, your eyes looking anywhere but his.

“Once or twice. Nearly cost me my life both times but… I managed to pull myself out of it before I could die,” he responded solemnly before continuing. “Is there someone you’re in love with?”

“I think so… but I’m not sure he feels the same. I’m worried that with the promise I’m breaking, I might end up having to forget this person or end up dead… Neither option seeming pleasant right now,” you admitted, continuing to avoid eye contact by looking down.

“Who is it?” he questioned. “I’m sure if I need to, I can get them to know you, to like you. I don’t need you dying on me. Your like a sister to me… I don’t know what I would do without you.”

The words struck home in your chest as you remembered the conversation, oh-so similar to this, that you had six years ago.

Justin, you know you can tell me anything! You’re like my brother, you should be able to trust me!

It’s nothing Y/N, really. Just some stuff that’s going to pass by. Don’t worry about it.

Two weeks after that conversation, he had ended up dead, bedridden with his floor covered in bloodied petals. It was a horrible sight to see when you had gone to check on him after noticing he had been gone for nearly a week of school. You had been the first to find him and it had been traumatizing to say the least.

“Don’t worry about it, Mark. I’m sure it’ll pass without incident. Let’s go find the guys,” you finished with a smile, turning around and continuing the walk to the cafe.

The rest of the walk there was almost completely silent as you struggled to hold back tears from the memories of finding Justin and his funeral. Struggling to hold back the self-loathing that you hadn’t picked up on his problem sooner and your inability to feel the same way he felt about you. You blamed yourself for his death, even now despite the people you used to know telling you that it wasn’t. That you couldn’t have known what was going on.

“Y/N!” Yukhei’s words snapped you from your thoughts as you jerked back in the seat you were in, finally at the cafe with a coffee in your hands. “Are you alright?” he had noticed the shaking in your hands as well as the distant and off-putting look in your eyes and it had concerned the man more than he cared to admit.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking is all, don’t worry,” you responded with a smile, setting the cup down on the table before leaning back in the chair. “Anyways, I take it you still haven’t studied for the Psychology exam yet?” you decided to tease, trying to take your mind away from the memories.

“Nope. Don’t plan on it either. I’m sure I’ll do fine without it,” he responded with a grin, leaning forward on the table.

“Sure thing, Superman,” you joked back at him, rolling your eyes as you tried to ignore the feeling of Mark’s gaze burning into the side of your face.

The rest of the meetup passed without incident. You didn’t zone out, you were active in conversation and you didn’t feel any of the things you had been feeling recently. Maybe it was just a passing coincidence?

When you and Mark began the trek back to the dorms, the two of you had been relatively quiet, something that confused you greatly.

“Is it Yukhei?” he suddenly asked, his voice quiet, as though he didn’t even want to ask the question.

“Yukhei? No… It’s not. He’s a nice kid but not my type,” you responded, giving him a slight smile.

“Why won’t you tell me? I thought I was your best friend. You’re supposed to tell me these things,” he grumbled, somewhat annoyed by how elusive you were being.

“I know, but something’s are best left unsaid,” you responded, stopping outside of the doors that led into the dorm building.

“Maybe, if I don’t die from unrequited love, I’ll let you know who it is,” you stated after a few moments of silence.

“Don’t say that! Worse comes to worst, we take you to get the surgery done… I don’t want to lose you,” he said with a pout, his eyes misting over with fighting tears as he thought about how he would feel if he lost you to this disease instead of to natural causes.

You were surprised to see the sudden tears and pulled the man into a tight hug. “If it comes down to it, we’ll go get the surgery, Mark. You won’t lose me…” However, you knew the truth. You’d forget him and your love for him if you got the surgery done. There would be a huge dark gap where he used to be and you didn’t want to forget him. Your time with him had been amazing. Perfect, even. You felt no shame in admitting to yourself that you loved him, but you couldn’t bring it on him to know he was the cause of your death when it came time for your inevitable passing.

Finding yourself back in your dorm, you walked to your room and dropped on your bed, staring up the ceiling. You wondered if this is how Justin felt in his last few weeks. Did he start the journal in those last few weeks of his life just to tell you how it wasn’t your fault he loved you so much? That every minute he had spent with you had been a minute well spent with no regrets.

With these thoughts on your mind, you began to cry. You hated the thought that this is what Justin had gone through and, looking back on it now, maybe you could have loved him as well if you were so caught up in everything else but noticing how he felt. You continued to blame yourself, even six years later but you knew you were going to do one thing Justin hadn’t when he had passed. You weren’t going to tell anyone who you liked.

Maybe they would figure it out but if they didn’t, you weren’t going to say anything. You didn’t need Mark feeling horrible for something that he couldn’t control. You had given yourself hope and you should have known better than to trust it.

Soon enough, you had fallen asleep, remaining that way until the following morning when your alarm went off for your morning classes. With a groan, you rolled out of bed and got dressed as quickly as possible before rushing out of the dorm once Mark had texted, letting you know he was outside of the building.

Once you saw him standing by the door, holding it open for you, you smiled at him. “Why thank you,” you said jokingly, earning a chuckle from him. However, you could tell something was off.

“Mark,” you started hesitantly, thinking that maybe your brain was just messing with you. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you going to be okay? Do you think you’ll stop loving whoever it is that you do?” he questioned, his eyes on the ground as he responded, not bothering to beat around the bush.

“No…” you had admitted. “This person is as much a part of me as I am myself. I’ve only known him since about halfway through the year but I love him like I’ve known him my whole life,” you responded, looking at the ground as the two of you continued to walk in silence to class.

Weeks had passed and now you were experiencing your first symptoms with the growing flower in your body. It was the few hours before a planned night out with Mark, Yukhei, Dong Hyuk, and Tae Yong when your coughing fits started. At first, they had begun as little tickles in your chest that you put off as perhaps a hiccup trying to come up. However, as the moments passed, it became more and more violent until you were doubled over, struggling to breathe through the coughing fit that racked your body.

Grabbing your phone when you had managed to calm down a bit, you texted Mark. I can’t make it out tonight… Sorry. I think I caught a cold. But you knew better. Knew that it was more than a cold. You were going to die, whether anyone else liked it or not. You were going to die knowing that you lived a good life that was filled with bright moments with Mark.

Soon after you sent the message, the man messaged back. We’ll move the night into your house then and have a movie night!

You sighed, feeling like you should have figured he would have suggested that. I don’t want anyone getting sick though!

Don’t worry about it! I’m sure we’ll be fine!

Giving in, you gave him the okay before deciding to get dressed to be somewhat presentable. When they finally arrived, you invited them in silently, trying not to cough. When you saw Mark for the first time that day, you knew he was concerned. You could see it etched into his face. The creases in his forehead as he looked at you, brows drawn together tightly and eyes running over your face several times.

Just before you were about to speak and greet them after they had filtered in, Mark spoke up. “Can I speak to you in private?”

You knew what was to come but you couldn’t deny him to let his feelings out. Silently, you nodded and the two of you walked into your room.

“Are you actually catching a cold or is it the flower?” he questioned, his eyes still showing that same concern that they had when the boys had gotten here. However, when you answered whilst struggling to keep down an upcoming coughing fit, you saw his eyes go from concerned to despaired.

“It’s a flower,” you quietly let out, unable to keep eye contact anymore when you saw that saddened look on his face.

“We have to get you to a hospital, then!” he said, still managing to keep his voice low enough so the others wouldn’t hear.

“Maybe it’ll go away, Mark… It’s just… If it doesn’t, I don’t want to get it removed. I couldn’t bear living on without this person in my memory,” you said somewhat forlornly. You couldn’t even imagine a life without Mark and while it would probably be easy once it’s all said and done, he would be devastated to learn that you could no longer remember him or the time you two had spent together and you didn’t want him to live with anything on his chest nor go through the process of making new memories and possibly falling for him all over again.

He was beyond confused at this point but he wasn’t going to argue, especially not now. “Alright… Let’s go watch this movie, yeah? Maybe you’ll get better…”  his tone was flat and cold, not portraying any of the previous emotions his eyes had conveyed. Even his face was a blank slate and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. You didn’t like not knowing what he was thinking.

Throughout the movie night, you had managed to keep the coughing for breaks only despite the pain it caused your chest. By the time the fifth movie had ended, you realized that the boys had fallen asleep where they say, causing you to chuckle a little as you turned off the TV, deciding it best to just rest your head on top of Mark’s in an attempt not to wake him.

When you woke up in the morning, it had been rather roughly. Upon opening your eyes, you saw the frantic and scared looks of the boys who had stayed the night. “Are you alright?” Tae Yong questioned, his voice raised slightly as he looked at your confused figure.

“Yeah? Why?”

“You… Blood started coming out of your mouth while we were watching TV and when we tried to wake you up the first time, you wouldn’t wake up,” Yukhei stated, his own worried look set firmly on his face.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” you said, adjusting yourself so you could comfortably stand before heading into the bathroom without another word to wash your mouth out from the now strong taste of copper in your mouth.

You knew that, at best, you only had about a week left to live and your love for Mark wasn’t going to fade anytime soon. Now, all you could do was distance yourself as you let yourself die, something you enacted upon immediately.

Walking back out into the living room where the boys were gathered and conversing, you spoke up in the gentlest way possibly. “I’m not feeling well right now. Not to concern you, but I believe it’s best you leave so you don’t get sick either.” You tried on a smile for them and, though it was forced, there was some genuineness to it. There may as well be considering this would be your last time seeing them and talking to them.

As you escorted them out, you were surprised to see that they hugged you despite the warning that you were “sick”. It’s like they knew something was off. Of course, Mark clung to you the longest. You could tell he knew what you were doing, especially when he whispered “please survive this” in you ear.

You had only given him a short nod before closing the door behind him and going to your room, curling underneath the blankets as another coughing fit racked your body. Instinctively, you covered your mouth to stifle it and, before you even pulled your hand away, you knew there was blood that had come up. What you hadn’t expected, however, was to see the long, red petal of a flower sitting in your now unclutched palm. This was the beginning of the end and you knew it yet you weren’t going to derail the course of your situation. Instead, you decided to do the ironic thing. Order flowers for all your friends, each with a customized message. After that you would work on your will and set up your funeral online. Almost immediately, you set to work, fighting through the painful coughing fits to get it done.

For Tae Yong, you had gotten him anemone flowers. Not only were they his favorite kind, they also symbolized protection against evil and ill wishes. You hoped that your own wishes towards the man after your death would go heeded and he would be safe from what you were going through. Your message to him had been simple. Thank you for everything you had offered me. You were a great friend, a beautiful soul, and someone who deserves nothing more than happiness in this world. You were my first friend in this college and I love you like a brother. Thank you for being there for me, Y/N

Next was Yukhei. His favorite was a hydrangea, which you thought suited him. He wasn’t one to hide his emotions and the flowers, in a positive sense, symbolized heartfelt emotions. Yukhei pretty much wore his heart on his sleeve and you couldn’t help but to worry for the man as you ordered his bouquet of flowers. While you may have been a crackhead at times, you always knew when to be serious and how to pick up on emotions. You were a wonderful friend and I genuinely couldn’t have asked for better. Get on well with your life and do everything you ever wanted. Y/N

Third was Dong Hyuk, the amazing bastard. To you, Dong Hyuk was like your rock when ever you lost yourself from reality. With your focus on the computer, you began to order his flowers; asters. These were seen as symbols of love and patience and you thought that they suited Dong Hyuk perfectly. Despite it all, even when he seemed impatient, he was the most patient of the boys you knew. He was also an endless stream of platonic love. He was the perfect person to confide in and become friends with. Dong Hyuk, I’ve told you time and time again how much I love you and how I’ve adopted you as my brother. No matter what hardships you go through, know that, even in the darkness by yourself, I’m there listening like you have been for me. You mean the world to me and I would walk through hell and back for you. Y/N

Fourth came Tae Il. He got the hyacinth. He was pretty much obsessed with these flowers as he had several pots of them all over his apartment. The meaning wasn’t much to you in the moment you bought his, but you assured that they would be the most beautiful bouquet you bought. Tae Il was your guiding light and you wanted him to have a beautiful set of his favorite flowers. I hope you like the bouquet. I designed this one as perfectly as I could for my college father. You have been my shining light since day one and I don’t think I could have made it as far as I did without you. Please live a long, happy life and always keep your love for hyacinths strong. They’re beautiful, much like you. Y/N

Finally, was Mark. The most dreaded one. Taking a breath as you looked at your laptop, you began to go through and assort a variety of dahlias. While on the website, you almost choked up looking at the meaning that pretty much glared in your face. Symbol of commitment and a bond that lasts forever. As you finished up the bouquet after a moment of still movements and collecting yourself, you wrote the letter. Mark, you have been beyond an extraordinary friend since the moment I met you. You were funny, awkward, charming, charismatic and we fit like two puzzle pieces. You offered me solace when I couldn’t get it elsewhere and you were there when no one else was or could be. You deserve a life of happiness more than anyone I know and I don’t want you to keep me in your memory as the person you tried to help when their illness began. I want you to remember me and associate it with the good times we had. Find a perfect love and live well, Mark. Love, Y/N.

Now, it was on to the will, something you had been putting together since the beginning of senior year. Maybe you had an unconscious premonition about this happening or perhaps it was sheer luck, but you didn’t have much more to write. You left what you needed to your family and everything else went to your friends. In fact, most things went to your friends. They were some of the most important things in your life and you felt they deserved more. As soon as you were finished with the will (at which point the sun was beginning to set), you began the process of planning your funeral from the safety of your home and laptop.

The entire process probably took you until about three in the morning, but you were finally done and ready to sleep. While you settled down, you wondered if this would be the last time you would wake up. But you knew otherwise. You hadn’t even gotten to the worst stages of this fucked up disease.

Three days had passed and it seemed like you were getting better until it got worse. On day three, you found yourself kneeling in front of your toilet, vomiting blood and dahlia petals into the toilet. When you got the chance to breathe, it was like coming up for air after being underwater for too long before you went back under and the process started again until you finally collapsed next to the toilet, heaving and trying to catch your breath.

You knew you didn’t have much longer. Perhaps a day or so? Maybe less? But you also knew you couldn’t leave without one last word to the boys who you hadn’t spoken to since the night they stayed over. Pulling them into a group chat, you typed up a message, hesitating for a moment before hitting send.

I don’t think I have much longer to live. Unfortunately, I’ve become one of many victims to a disease created by unrequited love. You’ll be receiving gifts in a few days and my funeral will be about a week after that. I left you all things in my will that I hope you get once I pass. I’m sorry for pushing you away these last few days but I didn’t want you to see my pitious state of being. Thank you so much for being the people who were always there for me and being the people I could love and treat as family. Don’t think too much over my death and continue on with life as it. I’m calling an ambulance soon to take me to the hospital so I can die outside of my apartment but I probably won’t live much longer after getting there. Once again, I’m happy to have known you. I love you guys and I hope we meet again in the afterlife.

Once the message was sent, you quickly called the ambulance, telling them your situation before having to wait fifteen minutes for them to get to you. Soon enough, you were being rushed to the hospital to live out your last half day.

At 4:00 PM on April 19th, 2019, you were pronounced dead. When the news got to the boys you had texted, they were devastated despite getting the warning beforehand. When they got the flowers, they saw it as ironic. A plant had killed you and now they were left to look at the final thing you had given them. It was almost like you forgave the disease for killing you and they hated it. They couldn’t forgive it. Even if it was your fault for falling in love and not falling out, they hated that there was no cure. That there could have been a way to save you if there was more research done on the damned disease.

When it came to the funeral and the days leading up to it, the boys were still heartbroken and devastated. Mark was the worst of them all. He blamed himself for not forcing you to get the surgery to remove the flowers. He blamed himself that this had happened at all, especially when he had rushed to your dorm only to find the floor littered with red dahlia petals and blood. He hated himself for not doing the one thing that he should have done. That he knew he hadn’t even realized. He hated himself for not realizing he loved you. For not realizing it sooner. Looking back on it now, he could notice the times where you showed overly friendly affection your subtle attempts to flirt. The hand holding, the tight hugs, everything.

Mark broke down in the middle of the funeral, sobbing violently as people went up to talk. Tae Yong and Dong Hyuk tried to console him, but it was practically impossible. He was a shaking mess, the most affected by your death. To him, it seemed as though no one else cared. That they weren’t showing nearly as much sadness as they should have been and he hated it. Why weren’t they sad? Was there something wrong with them? He didn’t get it.

Every now and then during the speech part of the funeral, he looked up and felt himself tear up even worse than before. He didn’t like seeing you so lifeless when you had been so full of life and happiness and perfection before. He didn’t like seeing your chest remaining still and seeing you in clothes he had never seen you in before. He hated all of it. He hated the thought of you dying yet he had to deal with it. He wasn’t going to ignore your wishes. He was going to live on despite his grief and he was going to try and be happy and maybe, after deciding to switch his majors, he could find a cure to the disease that killed you. For now though, Mark grieved with his friends over the one person he realized he cared about most. You.

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Love Wasn’t in the Plan - Part 11 (Sweet Pea/OC)

Riverdale AU

Chapter Summary – Being in a relationship is harder than Angel, and Sweet Pea first thought can love really win when people can’t let go of the past.

Pairing – Sweet Pea / OC

Warning – Swearing, little Fluff.

Author Notes – Again this story is a little different from the show storyline so that I could fit my character in, I want to thank you for your likes, comments, and re-blogs they mean the world to me and help me keep writing.

A huge Thank you to my lovely  @lukeevansandjdmobession for checking over my story.

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Chapter 11 – New Love & Old Love.

Angel was in a good mood the play has been put on a break because of half the cast and crew mainly the serpents were helping Jughead with his protest at south side school. Her boyfriend included, so she decides she play the supporting girlfriend teasing him and co with food and then going to Toni to have a look over their final photo they are sending Tommy for the charity show which is only a few weeks away.

Tommy had guilted her into singing as well because she ran away and made him sick with worry, so she owes him one. Angel had just finished getting ready, giving her a quick once over and made her way downstairs. Archie was at the door on his way out himself.

He smiled when he saw her, “Going to mess with Jughead and Sweet Pea?”

She laughs and just resorts back “Going to study with Veronica?” She used air quotes when she said study, knowing there wouldn’t be any studying going on with them two. Archie laughs, he was going to resort back, but their mom shouts them from the Livingroom.

“Archie, Angelica can you come in here please your father and I would like to speak with you.”

The twin look at each other panicked, Angel mouths to him “What have you done?” Archie shake his head no and mouths back “What about you?” she shakes her head, shrugging and makes her way into the Livingroom to see both her parents sitting on the chair, her dad looked uncomfortable at whatever their mom had planned to speak to them about.

Mary smiles and motions to chairs in front of them, “Why don’t you have a seat.”

Both cautiously sat down looking at each other and then their parents, Angel had to ask “Are we in trouble or something?” Mary laughs “No, Angel you’re not in trouble, it just we don’t talk much, so what are you both up to today?”

Still feeling suspicious as to where this conversation was going Angel was the first to answer “I’m going to see Jug and Sweets at the school to see how the protest is going, then I’m going to work on Tommy project with Toni.” Her parent nod and look at Archie, who shrugs and says “I’m going to Veronica to study for our English exam.”

“Studying?” Fred asked raising an eyebrow at his son, Archie smiles and nods back. Angel was fighting back a laugh, hiding her face, so their parents don’t see her smile, Mary clears her throat.

“Well I’m glad you’re both being honest with us, but now you’re older and both in a somewhat serious relationship…”

Angel grabs Archie hand, he squeezes her back, both with a panicked look on their face.

“Oh my god, she isn’t?” Archie said.                                                          

“Oh my god, I think she is, she going there,” Angel said back.

“She wouldn’t, would she, we might be jumping to conclusions?”

“No, Arch, I don’t think we are.”

Fred smile, he loved the little duo they did, it made you believe they were indeed twins when they finished each other sentences. Mary just rolled her eyes at her children, they can be so immature at times.

“Pack it in, the pair of you, I’m trying to have an adult conversation with you.”

Angel laugh and smiles at her, “Mom I love you, but you’re a bit late for the sex talk.”

The boys cringe which made the girl roll their eyes, Mary carry on “I know sweetie, but your father and I just want to make sure you’re both being safe, we don’t want…”

“An unwanted pregnancy,” Angel answered, the room went quiet, she scolded herself it just came out, she keeps forgetting it’s still early days with her family. She let out a sigh, standing up and smile at her parents, “Sweet Pea at the moment is chained to a fence so we won’t be doing anything for a while but don’t worry we’re always careful. I’m on the pill, dad stops cringing mom started this, and I’m just trying to be honest.”

He parents nodded, it was silence for a moment, Angel coughs “Erm can I go now and I’ll be staying at Toni tonight as well.” Fred smiles and nods “Of course princess, stay safe, and we see you tomorrow.” She smiles, walks around the table and kisses her parents on the cheek, “Love you both.”

“We love you too,” Mary said back, with that Angel walks out of the house and hoping this was the last awkward family conversation for the next year.

(At Southside School)

“Hey, little one, what are you doing here?” FP asked as he saw her get out of the car, she smiles and holds up Pops takeout bag. “I thought you might be hungry.”

“You’re the devil incarnated,” Jughead stated, with his usual scowl, Angel gives him her most innocent smile. “I don’t know what you mean, I’m here to be a supporting friend and girlfriend, and I just happened to be hungry, so I went to Pops for something to eat.”

FP laughed, knowing she was lying but didn’t say anything, Fangs was looking at the bag in her hand practically drooling “Did you get us anything?” Angel giggled, taking the burgers out the bag handing one to FP and shakes her head “No Pretty Boy, you’re on a hunger strike right, fight the power!”

Fangs let out a groan, which made her laugh more, she turns her attention to Sweet Pea looking him up and down, biting her lip, Angel not going to lie he looked good in chains. She slowly makes her way up till she met his eyes, he tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at her.

Angel smirks and shrugs, “I just thought once this is over maybe you can keep those chains?” Sweet Pea smirk back and winks “Maybe I can?”

“Eww, you both make me sick.” Fangs said in disgust, FP and Jughead nod in agreement. Sweets wink at her, and she giggles before she could tell Fangs to shut up, Sheriff Keller come over.

“Hey Angel, I’m glad your back and safe, but I need to ask you a few questions.”

Angel stood up confused, “Erm sure Sheriff, have I done something wrong?”

He smiles and shakes his head, “No Angel, don’t worry. It just have you heard about the car we found in the lake.”

Angel still a little confused about where the conversation was heading “Yeah, I don’t know how I can help?”  

“The CI’s have been able to give us a timeline of when it was pushed in the lake, and according to Kevin you were in woods by the lake taking pictures, and I was wondering if you saw anything out of the ordinary?”  

Angel tried to think back it was a while ago and a lot had happened since then, “I can’t remember to be honest Sheriff, but I might have caught something on my camera I could go through them and give you any I think will help.”

He smiles at her and gives her a quick hug “You a good kid, Angel, thank you, nip to the station if you find anything ok. Also, you need to come over for dinner soon it’s been too long.”

She pulls back and smiles at him “Of course Mr. Keller.”

She turns back to the group, her smile turns to a frown when she sees FP’s and Jughead faces, Jugs had gone white. What the hell is wrong with them?

“Jughead, you ok?”

FP was the first to recover, “Yeah sweetness, you know Jug, and this is the longest he’s ever gone without a burger or any food to be fair, he didn’t think this hunger strike out properly.”

He smiles at her but he knew deep down Angel would still be suspicious but she let it go she learnt years ago, the Jones boys weren’t ordinary. She shrugs accepting this was the only explanation she was going to get, Angel turns back to Sweet Pea, walking up to him and give him a quick kiss, after a few minutes she pulls away and smiles at him.

“Try not to get yourself arrested Serpent boy.”

Sweets smirk back “I can’t promise anything, but I try for you, Princess.”

She laughs and begins to walk back to her car “Have fun boys, see you later.”

They watch her drive off, FP looked at Jughead who was still pale “Calm down Jug, you got that project with her for the play just say its been a while and ask her if you can see her pictures, let stay level-headed about this.”

Jughead raises her eyebrow at him “You make it seem easy, she been avoiding me since she came back, we don’t spend time together unless we’re with everyone else.”

FP raise an eyebrow at the slight sadness in his son's voice, when he talks about Angel. “Jug is there another problem, I should know about.”

Jughead avoids his dad’s eyes and shrugs “I just miss our relationship before all this, we were so close, and now it’s awkward, and I just want us to be us again.”

FP knew there was something else but he didn’t want to push his son, he let out a sigh and place a hand on his shoulder. “Give it time boii, that all I can say.”

Jughead nods agree but still thinking how much time will it take.

(At Toni trailer)

Toni had all her picture on the kitchen table, Angel smiles, she was right from the start Toni was incredibly talented, she picks a photo up of Cheryl, turning to Toni and raise an eyebrow at her.

“Who would have thought Cheryl Blossom falling in love with a Southside Serpent.”

Toni laughed “Remember what I told you all those months ago, life works in mysterious ways. Who would have thought the Northside Princess Angelica Andrews would fall head over heels for Southside Serpent Sweet Pea.”

Angel laugh at her comment, turning back to the table and picking up her favorite picture of Sweet Pea. She smiles slowly stroking his face, “I would never have thought that was possible like I told you months ago I wasn’t looking for love.”

Toni smile, she saw how happy the pair of them made each other, but there was a giant blue elephant in the room, who happens to wears a beanie.

“I know you don’t like talking about this but have both of you spoken about your old feeling for Jughead?”

Angel let out a sigh, placing the picture back on the table and turning to Toni giving her a sad smile. “No I know it bad but I think we’re both avoiding that conversation, it going so good and I don’t want to ruin it because let be honest there no solution I can’t change who I use to have a feeling for. Also, Jughead is one of my oldest friends I can’t imagine my life without him, but I can’t imagine my life without Sweet Pea.”  

Toni leans her head on Angel's shoulder, rubbing her upper arm trying to comfort her a little. “I know Angel but remember this I’ve known Sweet Pea my entire life, and I’ve never seen him look at a person the way he looks at you. He’s mad for you girl so when it does come to a head remember no matter what he says he loves you.”

Angel smiles, leaning her head against Toni and place her hand over hers. “Thank you Pinkie, I hate growing up.” They laugh and pull away from each other, Toni still smile thought it better to change the subject.

“Less about our relationships, have you decide what song you be singing at this event?”

Angel smirk and looks back at Sweet Pea picture, “Yeah I’ve got a few ideas, and I hope people will like it.”

Toni smirk and raise an eyebrow at her wondering what Angel was thinking about doing. “I’m sure people will love anything you sing, you're an extremely talented person, we’re lucky to have you.”

Angel smile grew “Oh believe me Pinkie, I’m the lucky one.”

(A weeks later)

Well to say the friendships in Riverdale have strained and tested the last week would be the biggest understatement of the year. Angel couldn’t keep up with what was going on and who was mad at who anymore but the play was back on and like it or not everyone had to work together. Only out of fear at what Kevin would do if they ruined his play.

Angel was waiting for Jughead in the Black & Gold, she was so nervous she avoids this all week, but Kevin informed her not so nicely that she needs to grow up and find a way to work with Jug or he will disown her as his best friend.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

Angel looked up from her camera to see Jughead walking in, she smiles put her camera down. “No, it ok, I’ve only been here five minutes myself, because I was watching Sweets and Reggie play basketball and got distracted.”

Jughead smile at her “How was trying to cheer for both of them?”

She laughs, “Not easy but they now know better to make me chose between my husband and boyfriend.”

Jug laugh and sits down next to her, “Well anyone would be stupid to go up against you.” She smiles, they look at each other for a moment, god this was awkward, but their friends were sure the more time they spent together, the easier this would get.

After five minutes, Angel chose to look away cough a little to cover up the awkwardness “Maybe we should get started.”

Jughead nods and takes his camera out his bag “Yeah I think that be a good idea.”

(An hour later)

They had nearly finished sorting out what so far they will defiantly add to the final copy of the video and the photo book Kevin had asked Angel to make for the play for the cast and family.

“I think we make a good team.” Jughead looked up smiling at her, she looks away smiling and bite’s her lip “Yeah but nothing compared to you and Betty.”

He nods “Yeah she one of a kind.”

Angel laughed, “Yeah that an understatement but I’m being honest I think your good for each other and Kevin told me you'd got a new mystery someone threating Cheryl?”

Jughead raises an eyebrow “Yeah but it not easy Cheryl has a lot of enemy’s.”

Angel scoffs “Yeah she does but what do to expect when you torture half the school, but she doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment.”

Jughead nod in agreement and then it was silent again for a few minutes, Angel closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. Maybe this was enough today they’ve talked a lot more today than they have since she came back, you know one day at a time.

“Well I think we made a good start, but I promised to meet Sweet Pea, and I don’t want to be late.”

Angel got up to leave, packing her stuff back into her bag and throwing it over her shoulder, but before she walks out the door, Jughead says something that makes her stop in her tracks.

“It wasn’t unrequited.”

She felt her heart skip a beat, Angel knew what he was talking about but need to make sure she heard him right.

“What did you just say?”

Jughead closes his eyes, take a deep breath and opens his eye to look at her, he’s been wanting to say this since she came home.

“Your love for me wasn’t unrequited, remember before you went to New York, I asked you to meet me at Pops.”

She nods her head, afraid of her voice. “Yeah, but you had to cancel because your mom left and your dad went off the wagon hard.”

Jughead nodded and carried on “I wanted to tell you before you went to New York and found a guy better than me. That I’ve been in love with you since the second year of middle school when you punched Chuck for calling me a weirdo.”

Against her better judgment, she laughs at the memory. Jughead takes this as a good sign, “After you left I felt angry at myself for how that night turned out, but with time I thought maybe it was fate. You know I fell in love with Betty, and you were a big hit in New York.”

Angel just looked at him, confused where this conversation was heading.

“However when it came out what Nick did for you, I just kept thinking this wouldn’t have happened if I had talked to you that day if I had told you about my feelings. Angel you would have never gone to that party.”

Angel let out a shaky breath and leans over to grab his hand. He didn't look at her now.

“Juggie look at me please.” He takes a deep breath and looks up at her, he had a blank face, but she could always tell what Jughead was feeling through his eye, they always gave him away.

“Jug listens to me, you need to stop blaming yourself, and it wasn’t your fault. We can’t change the past and I wouldn’t because it lead me to Sweet Pea but thanks you now I feel a little less awkward.”

Jughead squeezes her hand back, “Anytime Angel, I’m glad we got this out in the open.”

She smiles at him, next minutes there was a knock on the door. They both turned to see Sweet Pea standing there with an unreadable look on his face, staring at their entwined hands. Angel moves her hand away, Sweet Pea now looked up at her face she could tell he was trying hard to hide the anger building up inside of him.

“I thought I would come and pick you up, you ready Princess?”

He sounded sweet, but she knew where this was leading. Well, its time to face the music “Yeah.” Angel turned to smile at Jughead “See you tomorrow Jug.” Walking over to Sweet Pea who grab her hand as soon as she got close enough and stormed out of the room only slowing down when they got to his bike.

He turned to hand her the helmet, “Phone your dad and tell him you won’t be home tonight, tell him you’re staying at Toni or something.”  

Angel take out her phone and texts her dad. Afterward, she climbs on the back of his bike wrapping her hand around his waist. As he takes off, she couldn’t help but think this was going to be a very long night.

Part 12

I just want to say, Thank you guys for your patience and support during my writer block but I’m proud of this chapter, and I hope you all enjoy it. 

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[bbbb-barnes]

Friend Of A Friend, A Bucky Barnes X Reader Fic.

Bucky Barnes can’t seem to stop running into a friend of a friend, he also can’t seem to stop himself being infatuated with her infectious smile, quick wit and her ability to bring the walls he had spent so long building, crashing down. 

Got loads of unfinished fics and exams so why not yeaaaa

Warnings; Swearing.

It was hot. Mid July and in the middle of a particularly hot week in NYC, the papers were calling it the ‘worst heatwave in NYC since 1943.’ It was the kind of sticky heat that made you sweat just from standing up and when you walked out of a building the heat hit you like a brick wall. The air smelt of salty sweat and sun damaged skin and everybody was in a particularly sluggish mood. It was 11:30am on a Thursday morning, the sun was almost at its highest point and you could tell. People milled in and out of the National Archives building, some came in just for the shade, but you had no energy to refuse them. There was a particularly aggravated lady occupying the desk, she was fanning her face with one hand, the other was clutching a stack of papers, she was trying to request a file on behalf of the company she worked for but didn’t have ID. She seemed to be giving your colleague, Andrea a particularly hard time about it. Andrea was a middle aged, African American woman who you worked closely with, she was on the same shift pattern as you and you had become somewhat close friends because of that.

“I have told you ma’am I cannot give you the file without any valid ID to prove that the person who is authorized on that form is actually you” Andrea repeated, exasperated and with an edge to her voice, that usually meant ‘don’t push me’ she placed her hands on her hips and raised her brows at the blonde woman, who must have been about 35, she clicked her tongue at Andreas words and sighed heavily.

“But it is me, that’s my name right there” the woman almost whined and slammed a manicured finger down on the name highlighted on the form.

“How do I know that?” Andrea asked, raising her eyebrows further and cocking her head at the difficult customer. The woman slammed her stiletto clad heels down on the marble flooring of the NA building.

“You’re telling me, I have to walk back across the city in this heat, just to get my ID to collect a file that I can see from here” She pointed wildly behind Andreas head and into the filling room as she raised her voice a few octaves in pure frustration. Andrea remained unfazed by the woman’s outburst and kept a calm demeanour.

“Unless you can produce some identification from where the sun doesn’t shine then yes, that’s what you’re going to have to do, it’s company policy” Andrea crossed her arms over her chest and gave the customer a testing look, the look that warned most people they were getting dangerously close to the edge. Despite the woman’s clear irritation, she didn’t push further, just sighed dramatically and gathered her papers.

“This is pathetic” she hissed at the two of you before striding across the marble flooring, her heels clicking violently as she left. Andrea turned to face you, a look of annoyance on her features.

“It is too hot to be dealing with people like that today” She declared, taking a sip of her water bottle that she grabbed from under the counter and took a moment to lean back against the filing cabinets that you were currently riffling around in, you looked up at her and wiped your head with the back of your hand and nodded in agreement.

“Your patience is a virtue” you praised jokingly and gave up on your task to join her in leaning against the black filling cabinet. You both surveyed the large building from your stance behind the counter.

“Well I’m running low on it” She grumbled as you snorted. You both enjoyed a few moments of peace, Andrea’s eyes surveying the floor as you leaned your head back and shut your eyes, thankful for the small break when you remembered something that made you grin with slight excitement. You opened your eyes and pulled your head forward to face your co-worker.

“Andrea, I think there’s some ice cream sandwiches in the freezer in the break room” you told her eagerly, excited at the thought of something to cool you down, even if it was only slightly. She turned her head to face you and narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Well what are you waiting for child, go get them” she faux scolded and shooed you into the back which made you chuckle but you did as you were told and hurried through the filling room and down the linoleum hall way that connected to the break room, a dingy room with a table and chairs, a small fridge and freezer and a microwave that was on the fritz. You pulled the door open to the freezer and sighed contently as the cold air rushed over your overheated body, you didn’t waste another second before rummaging around in the old freezer, it was right at the back you saw the box and pulled it out in triumph, similar to a war torn hero retrieving an important artefact from the fiery depths of hell, or something like that. You clutched the two to your chest and shut the door with your foot, on the way back you decided you just could not wait for the whole 30 second walk and ripped yours open with your teeth, discarding the wrapping in the bin in the filling room, you emerged into the light, like a hero, tucking into your ice cream sandwich.

“Well, it was hard but I di…” You started as you walked out but was interrupted by Andrea stood at the desk looking displeased with two large burly men in full combat gear who didn’t look so happy themselves. One of the men you recognised as Sam Wilson aka The Falcon AKA your only friend in your politics and international relations night class and the other man as The Winter Solider. You had taken the class purely because you were interested in the subject and almost dropped out when you heard a bunch of girls gossiping at your induction sign up.

“Did you know there’s supposed to be an Avenger in this class, it’s the only reason I took it”

“Oh my GOD, I hope it’s Captain America, he is hot”

“No, his friend is so much hotter”

“Jesus they’re all snacks”

You cringed at the memory. It wasn’t that you disagreed with the girls at all, they were all hotter than this insufferable heatwave. But you didn’t want to have to put up with fan girls and the fact there would be a hunky guy in your class, that would no doubt know he was hot and get good grades without even trying and all the pretty girls would be friends and it would be JUST LIKE HIGHSCHOOL GODDAMN IT. You were sure your sanity or anxiety couldn’t take it. You decided to sign up anyway and you could always change to a different subject if it was too bad.

However you had unknowingly sat next to said Avenger on the first night of classes, you were running late because you had been doing VERY important things that had overrun slightly (you had fell asleep watching MasterChef and almost ran into the lecture hall looking incredibly dishevelled and sat down in the closest seat to you). Nobody sat next to him despite their intrigue and attraction because Sam could be a scary looking guy when he wanted to be. You had almost choked when you realised who you were sitting next to, you were sure that your eyes had bulged out of your head and you were certain your breathing was incredibly sporadic, you looked like a mad woman.

“Is everything okay?” He had whispered, his deep voice had sounded concerned as he looked down on you, you noted how the short sleeve T- shirt he was wearing displayed his array of muscles.  

“Yep, fell asleep watching MasterChef, very disoriented, pretty much ran here, other than that yep I’m stellar. What about you, are you okay?” you had whispered back whilst nodding profusely, fuelling those mad woman traits. But he had just laughed down at you and you smiled back up at him and I guess the rest was history, you had somehow become good friends after that interaction. You realised pretty soon he wasn’t scary or intimating, he was just a huge goof with a wicked sense of humour. Despite being single and flirty, he didn’t really have much romantic interest in the girl in our class, but he did enjoy flirting.

They hadn’t noticed your entrance, so you watched the exchange from afar and ate your ice-cream.

“Do you have ID?” Andrea deadpanned, her eyes scanning the two men, she didn’t look impressed with their unpleasant demeanour. Sam whipped out his ID and handed it over without a word, he nudged his Avengers co-worker to do the same, The Winter Soldier, or Bucky Barnes as he goes by now, was devilishly handsome with long brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, you were certain his mysteriousness and intrigue caused girls to literally loose their minds over him, but he stayed quiet and brooding as he always did as he just shoved Sam back in annoyance.  Andrea examined the ID and handed it back, turning to look at the long-haired man expectantly.

“And yourself?” she tapped her red nails on the counter whilst she waited, he matched her deadpan expression and made no attempt to retrieve his ID.

“I don’t have any identification, I’m 100 years old” the man spoke in a deep, low voice, there was absolutely no trace of jest in his words and Andrea threw her hands in the air in exasperation. You snorted in amusement but decided to step in before she literally lunged at the two men.

“Sam?” you called as you stepped into view and all three of them snapped their heads towards you. Andrea looked relieved, Sam looked slightly shocked and Bucky held his deadpan expression.

“Y/N” he greeted with a grin. “Good, if you know these men you can deal with them” Andrea interrupted quickly sauntering off into the filling room, grabbing her ice cream sandwich from your outstretched hand as she went, you had long finished yours. You walked up to the desk and leaned on your arms.

“What’s up?” you asked casually looking up at him, he seemed to relax a little since seeing you and didn’t look as intimidating.

“Here on official Avengers business, on the hottest day of the damn year” he grumbled wiping his brow. “I forgot you worked here” he added, surveying the surroundings.

“New York’s finest National Archives administration assistant at your service” you mock saluted as Sam snorted. “One of us has to have a real job” you muttered, and Sam’s eyes widened at your words as he placed his hands on his chest in mock hurt as you grinned.

“I save the world” he protested loudly crossing his arms, you waved him off, not wanting to get into this debate today.

“What do you need Sam?” you asked again, standing up straight. The large man dumped a pile of papers on the counter.

“I need these files.” He stated simply.

“Buuuut no ID?” you questioned gesturing to Bucky and Sam rolled his eyes

“You heard the man he’s 100 years old, he fought in world war two, he’s an American hero Y/N!” he exclaimed dramatically, you looked to Bucky, deadpan expression still in place but he was nodding at Sam’s words solemnly.

“I’ll see what I can do” you murmured, grabbing the papers from Sam’s back and turning your back on them to riffle through some paperwork.

“You look great for 100, what’s your secret?” you called over your shoulder, keen on getting the infamous winter solider to converse with you.

“Get kidnapped, brain washed and frozen by a Nazi organisation” He answered flatly, you snickered at his words, grabbed the file you needed and whipped back around to face them.

“I ought to give it a try” You joked, unfazed by his comment, Bucky raised his eyebrow, the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“I wouldn’t recommend it, maybe a just a facial?” he suggested in his usual flat tone. You laughed and you saw his mouth quirk for a small second, before settling into the signature horrific death glare.

“Thank you so much for this, I am forever grateful” Sam went to grab the file out of your hands, but you raised it above your head quickly.

“I could lose my job over this”

“I know, and I am so thankful”

“I could lose my house, end up on the streets begging for scraps of foo—”

“Alright kid, what do you want” Sam interrupted with pursed lips, you smiled sweetly.

“Nothing I just want to hold it over your head for years to come” you waved the form around above his head, Bucky eyed it and you realised he could very easily snatch it if he wanted.

“How about lunch?” he offered, and you scrunched up your nose.

“HOMELESS Sam!” you reminded him with mock seriousness, he huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Lunch AND I’ll snag you an invite to Starks next party… Free booze” He tempted, and you considered his offer but before you could reply he had snatched the form out of your hand.

“That’s the best offer you’re ever going to get” Sam teased with sass in his voice.

“Make it dinner, tonight because I have no food in” you offered leaning over the counter to smile widely at Sam.

“Done!” He agreed with a triumphant smile.

“Would you like to come too, um Mr…Winter Solider?” you questioned, unsure of how to address him, he looked surprised and them amused, Sam chortled in the background, you shot him a glare.

“It’s Bucky, and no thank you” he gave you a polite smile, you were sure your grin faltered when he turned you down, but you quickly covered it up.

“Okay…If you change your mind, don’t hesitate to come cos’ Sam’s paying” you offered with a smile, Sam protested slightly but you waved him away. Bucky just gave you a small smirk and a nod.

“Duty calls, see you tonight, don’t look too pretty it might prevent me from getting a date” Sam joked, giving you a mock salute.

“Thank you very much for this” Bucky gave you a tight smile and you waved them off, watching them retreat into the sweltering New York sun.

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Hey hey, it's gay bike anon again! I'm more than honoured to get my own tag!!! I definitely would like to keep talking to you <3 And only love for you too <3

I'll gladly wait for your response to my ask (or asks??? we'll see one day ehehehe)! I feel you, when people cite some of my text messages from a few months (or more) ago I'm often like "nope, nah-ah, that's not me, you're wrong". Same for older essays, I often can't believe I wrote those. And even with things I wrote late at night a few weeks ago, sometimes I'm like "I wrote that? That monstrosity??? Okay, I need more sleep before writing". (My capacity of writing in correct English grammar usually goes to sleep before I do, same goes for varied word choice). But sometimes I'll see this project I've worked on YEARS ago and exactly recognize the pieces I wrote? Since the ask would be fairly recent, I suppose I would recognise my writing style and word choice and since I didn't wrote it whilst sleep deprived (I hope??) I'm setting my chances of recognising it pretty high. But we'll see one day, the mystery will marinate for a while... [I am rereading this in the daytime, and this is EXACTLY what I meant, at night I make the weirdest word choices?? I’m definitely not changing it though because I might find it kinda funny]

I snorted so hard about the way you talked about your almost-name, I'm giggling here like crazy. Apparently my name means something alike 'dedicated to God', but my parents aren't really believers, so gotta love that. The meaning of my sibling's name is 'summer', but I'm the one born in the summer, whilst my sibling is born in autumn, oops. Guess my parents never checked one of those sites/ books where you can find the meaning of a name hahaha.

I love how my ask was so weird and chaotic that you sent a screenshot to a friend. I LOVE that she had no idea what was going on. Then again, I watched the semis (obviously hahaha) but I had no idea what was going on either... But honestly it was peak Dutch culture, water and bicycles, I would just add an ode to 'hagelslag' and voila, the entirety of Dutch culture summed up... [Also: if you don't know: 'hagelslag' is just sprinkles which we eat on bread, yes, on bread, we do not not only eat sprinkles as on cake or on donuts, like in any other country, no, we put it on bread. It's actually a really popular sandwich topping here. My ultimate favourites are the chocolate ones, but you also have them in several fruity flavours (like forest fruit) and anise flavour.] Thank you, perfect chaotic energy is an ultimate goal I strive towards *bows like I'm Victorian royalty or something*

You're absolutely right, it went EXACTLY like that. Specifically, I would be studying for my exams, explaining topics to myself like I always do, so I'd tell myself "The six possible origins of economies of scope are indivisibility, specialisation, marketing, research and development, GUESS WHAT.. SUBWAY DRIVER GANDÍA... ehhh... what was I doing again??" OR: "one of the most detailed and most used models of responsive regulation is Brathwaite's piramid. His enforcement piramid visually shows, nope not important, SUBWAY DRIVER GANDÍAAAAAA" And I'd laugh, continue explaining theories and calculations to myself until my focus started lessening again and my thoughts would wander off again. I am VERY glad I'm not the only one who thinks about it from time to time, and I'm glad you're not suing me for any mental harm yet.

Yess, those pictures I saw from Promising Young Woman look so beautiful and aesthetic!! I'll probably watch it somewhere after the 16th, because I'll most likely have finished my last exams by then. I'll tell you what I thought about it! Thank you SO SO SO much for all the luck wishes!!!! I had an exam last Friday and I absolutely rewarded myself, because it went better than I expected and I passed an earlier exam and a paper too! I didn't buy myself a tricorne (yet), but I did buy funko pops (my inner economist said it was 100% rational because it was a really good deal hahaha). I still have two exams to go, so I could always buy a tricorne for finishing either of those, OR. EVEN BETTER. I'll ask my parents (or my grandparents) for one for my birthday. I mean, that would be hilarious. They'd be so confused. They've never seen S3 and S4 of LCDP so they'll have no idea, even if I tried to explain it. It would be so incredibly funny (and really really weird for them), I am laughing like crazy just at the thought of it.

I've never been in Finland before, but those temperatures do not sound legal indeed. I have no knowledge of Finnish law, but maybe article 3 of the European Convention on Human Rights, the prohibition of torture, would work? If I was the judge I’d 100% agree, so we should all sue the weather sksksks. I'm glad to have brought you rain though (and that I apparently possess the power to do so - magic weather controlling pirate seems like a nice enough job to me)!!! I hope the temperature has become at least somewhat lower. You're right, climate change should just... stop... right away. The weather is pretty weird here, right now: one day it will be super sunny and (at least) around 27 degrees and almost melting away, and the other day it will be raining and I'll be wearing my warmest sweater. Like, why the extremes??

I love that I am able to make you lose your coherent thoughts (that's probably why we have one brain energy about Underwater, because I, too, have the ability to make myself lose my coherent thoughts). I'm glad for your faith in my impersonation of Martín. I even started Duolingo Spanish again, and now know the phrase, "Yo bebo leche" (I drink milk) which obviously would be very important to him. Now I'll just need an Argentinian accent to go with it. Leaning menacingly on a cane would be GREAT, I love the idea. I'll open job applications for a Denver. Maybe my cat could help me, she, much like Denver, is super loud and she is super aggressive towards other cats, so there is potential there. And guiding dogs and even tiny guiding horses exist, why not a guiding cat?

I always assumed I would follow a more... you know… legal... career path, maybe even literally a career in law. But, my accounting professor also showed us how to manipulate financial statements ("so you can notice when people are doing this", uh-huh sure, sure that’s why) and another professor of mine also said that a criminal career sometimes could be the more rational, rewarding choice over a legally acceptable career. So, I suppose I should not be surprised by this sudden change of career plans. I should have seen this coming. And what better way to be able to avoid the laws than by knowing exactly what they are and how far you can go. And if that plan doesn’t work out, the books of law I have (they’re combined in two huge hardcover bundles) are really heavy and you could probably harm someone with them if you hit hard enough… Well, I suppose you can even leave “hard” away, just by hitting someone softly with those books you can bring serious harm to them… Ah, and like that one professor would say: in this scenario it would be a rational choice to become a pirate instead of a privateer. Oh dear, not Arturito :/ Mutiny would seem like a good option, I’ll take over the ship and become Palermo the Pirate. Sounds much and much better than “Arturo the Pirate”, since that isn’t an alliteration, sooo mutiny is reasonable even for that reason. And then there’s the fact that it’s Arturo, I mean, that says enough.

YOU LOVE UNDERWATER TOO????!!!! I completely forgot that you posted that! It seems we do indeed already have one shared braincell energy my friend <3

Last week has been pretty good (except for having to make a test at 9:30, what a godless time, I’m usually barely awake by then ehehehe), I think I aced the test I had, got back some good grades and finally got my first Covid vaccination (and only shortly slight dizziness as a side effect, so that's pretty great). And thanks so much!!! For now I’m safe from Gandía, but somewhere in mid-July I’ll have to take an exam on campus, so I’ll might be able to bring out my inner Palermo then.

How was your week? If the weather is still unkind to you (well, also if the weather *is* kind to you), treat yourself to your favourite ice cream and a break every now and then <3 Do you already have holidays or hasn’t your academical year ended yet?

You’re also right - this is conversation and we’re friends now <3 And I absolutely do like cookies! I would say my favourites are american cookies (though stroopwafels are reaally good as well) but honestly there are only a few kinds of cookies that I don’t love that much. And anything with chocolate in it is GREAT. I do also love apples and bananas, though grapes (which I just had) are even better! What’s your favourite kind of cookie?

Also, I know I have been giving you so many prompts already, but I saw this one in that list you reblogged and it gave me so much Berlermo energy: you live in an apartment with your best friend. the two of you always fall asleep in each other's arms, but one day, your friend isn't there. they've fallen in love with someone else. it's your other best friend, who recently moved in with you. and that's when you realize, that those nights you spent together, weren't so platonic after all. I would love it if you’d write it, but if you decide not to that’s absolutely fine too, no worries <3

By the way, I was going to post this quite a bit earlier, but my laptop (unlike me) decided yesterday night, when I was finishing writing this, that it was time to sleep, so I had to quickly dump this whole rant in Google Docs (it’s almost two and a half pages what the heck) and I was busy all day so I only was able to upload it just now. I swear I can ractually espond faster than after a week :) Have a lovely evening, much love from the gay bike country <3

Heeeeeeey you are back!!! How happy am I to see my favouritest gay bike anon return to my inbox!!! 💕 [Author's note: You can tell I started this reply right away because you've sent me three or four asks since this one and one can tell you are indeed back hahaha]

Yeeeeeees this is how one makes friends!! You know, I was just thinking the other night of how "gay bike anon" shortens to GBA, like the Game Boy Advance, you know. Make of that what you will, but it pleases me to know that you can also have a cute nickname for your cute nickname. Nicknameception.

Yes, exactly that, "I did not write that, and if I did in fact write that.. No I did not." Also, "the mystery will marinate"??? That's an amazing word choice and some day I will absolutely use it for something, just you wait. I think it just goes to show that you should write everything while tired, haha.

Haha I love that naming convention for you. It may make very little sense, but....... but. Also, happy birthday for whenever it is, presumably in the nearby past or future!! Lots of love!! You're the summer child while your sibling is... a summer child, but like, different.

Since you appreciated my almost-name story, I'll reward you with the rest of it: so my name is Tuuli, which is Finnish for "wind". My mum originally wanted to name me Pilvi, which means "cloud". And then she was like oh no this child is not at all serene and cloud-like??? and thus, a new me. I'm glad she had second thoughts, although I wonder if having such an ill-fittingly chill name would've done anything to alter my personality? Nomen est omen and all. There's some kind of an alternate universe where all of that played out, but I'm glad it's not this one.

Yeah either you watched the semis and have no idea, or you didn't watch them and have no idea. There is no way to get what was going on there, I'm certain they themselves also didn't get it. I had no idea about hagelslag but thjipgnhefjpihjo that's amazing, I love that for you!!!! There was absolutely no reason to go there but you as a country just... did that. Amazing. Please have some and report to me so I can live through you. And also, you are absolutely legit Victorian royalty [or something] *bows in return*. Also, I do love how you say "I watched the semis (obviously)." Imagine if you didn't and this entire time I was tragically misinterpreting the nature and intentions of your ask and you were just rolling with it because you've no idea what I'm on about but are also too polite to tell me that. Khhhhhhh

Your brain has priorities!!!! And they're honestly beautiful. Well done, brain. Subway driver Gandíaaaaaaaaaa~~~ My brain is filled with Berlermo quotes that come @ me at random times during the day and leave me just a tad shell-shocked, remembering how it all went down. I'm eating my morning yoghurt and my brain goes yo te propuse fundir oro juntos, and I'm just there like :)))))) Real nice, brain.

Have you had the opportunity to see Promising Young Woman yet? Hhhhh it's so pretty, every time I work on this reply [it's a lot of times, okay, I'm very diligent about this, I stare at this ask and craft snazzy replies in my head all the time, that's why I'm so slow in... actually replying] I'm reminded of that. I'm not a very visual person but the colours and the framing... that was really nice.

I am somewhat glad you've not been to Finland yet, you must hit me up when you come visit, I'll take you for coffee!!! It's actually cooler now (bless!!!!!!!!!!!), the last... four days have been reasonable 14-20 degrees, after four consequtive weeks of 25+. Kkhhhh thinking back to it makes me feel a little ill, but now beret weather is back. I own a lot of berets, dear gay bike anon. I'm going to my university city for the weekend and I'm already wondering which beret(s) I should bring with me. This is an important decision with potential long-lasting consequences. I don't know if you've played any of Telltale's games (The Wolf Among Us and the first two seasons of The Walking Dead are the best ones, fight me), but when you make a decision and the game goes "This character will remember that." and you instantly go oh no what have I done??? That's how I feel about choosing the perfect beret for my city outing. But yes, weather extremes are just the worst. We've been having the longest drought I've ever seen here (it's still not properly rained, for the record, on Tuesday it rained for an hour or so) while in other places there's awful flooding. That's awful.

Ahhh I'm so happy you're continuing your Spanish-learning!! I took a beginner's course at uni in the spring semester, I'm going to take the next one when uni resumes in September. And yes, I'm studying it for LCDP. I mean I love languages in general, but I never had a particular need to study Spanish, until this year I suddenly did. I'm also Duolingo-ing it! Very slowly and steadily. Also, I adore the idea of your cat being your Denver. What's your cat's name??? What do they look like?? Tell me everything, you can't just leave it at my cat, you simply must allow me to meet them. Also, you know why guide cats aren't a thing? Because cats are the worst. I love cats, but you can't just teach them to do useful things. They'll do them if they want to. As I type this, my cat is trying to catch flies at my feet. Her name is Muusa.

I studied accounting for my undergrad!! So I can join you in [[[preventing]]] tax fraud and [[[recognising]]] tampering with financial statements. We can make a totally legitimate business out of it. No but truly, I'm certain we were taught some of those things with the expectation that our future employers would expect it of us. Capitalism is so fun :)))))) And you shouldn't be surprised, academia is but a stepping stone to crime, honestly. Any dark academia book will tell you this. You start out learning Latin and wearing turtlenecks, you end up with murder. That's just how academia works. And you seem to have already chosen your weapon... you're well on your way. :) Palermo the Pirate sounds great!!! I support your mutiny. I don't think I said, but this is my favourite word of the English language. Mutiny. Mutiny????? It doesn't sound very serious. It sounds cute, actually. I love it.

I'm so happy to hear you got your covid vaccine!!!! I had mine a month ago or so - I typed you a reply to the subway Gandía thing on the train ride back, actually. I was really stressed about getting it on my right arm, because I'm left-handed, and last time I got a vaccination (like a decade ago) they insisted on giving it on my left arm and I was sad :( But this time!! I got it on my chosen arm and was very pleased. So anyway, that was a segue. I'm glad you got your covid shot and were side effect -free!!!

My week has been good, thank you!! I went to my uni city for my niece's birthday on Monday, and as said I'm going back on Friday (tomorrow). So this time in between has felt like exactly that, time in between. I started reading Call Me By Your Name. I had my Korean class last night. Now I'm hanging out with my cat (she has stopped chasing flies and climbed to my lap) and talking to you. My holidays started already in May! And uni resumes in the beginning of September, but I'm a tutor for new students so I need to show up three weeks earlier for the orientation weeks. Yes, we do three weeks of orientation (read: three weeks of drinking). It's a bit insane.

Now I need to ask you again how your week has been, since I'm so slow. How has your week been?? Are you free from your exams?? When does your uni resume?

Stroopwafels are so good ahhh I'll have to buy them when and or if I see them. Possibly when I'm in central Europe but haha I can hope to be lucky and see them at a store with imported stuff, you know. My favourite cookies??? Omg maybe these ones - they have this truffle filling, and they're fun to eat (this is important in cookies, you see):

And of course they're Fazer. Because Finnish people have only one setting, apparently. Or maybe that's just me. But all cookies are great, honestly. I like making American cookies, that's always a fun pastime (and you get to have cookie dough, that's like half the fun). I've actually not made them for a lifetime??? Maybe I should, soon. I'll keep you updated. Also, brookies. I love making brookies, they're great.

I really really appreciate being given prompts, I hope you know that!! Thank you!! Consider me pocketing this prompt and maybe eventually some day theoretically getting back to you about it!! You're right - it has Berlermo energy. Insofar as either of them actually have other friends. :)

Thank you for this kind message, dear gay bike anon <3 I'd apologise for my slowness in replying but I think I'd rather you just assume that I'll get back to you, and thank you for your patience <3 Your kind and funny and chaotic asks always brighten my day. I hope you'll have a great rest of the week and just... all the nice and fun and good things and great vibes in life. All the best, dear gay bike anon <3 Take care!! And greetings from Muusa as well - she just yawned and I presume that means "greetings".

#only love for gay bike anon #the timeline became accidentally somewhat restored with this one #I may have intended to reply to medieval snails first - I was writing these two simultaneously even though that makes very little sense #- but I finished this one first #strange!!!!!! but yes all the best to you my friend I hope you'll have a great day and a best rest of this week!! #asks #I'm scrolling to check that the formatting didn't break and the random box of cookies amuses me

[myndopeus]

you give me something to think about (chapter 1)

Read on ao3

Summary: Trini has no plans for the future, no idea of what she's going to do after she leaves school. All that's left is to enjoy the last year she has left.

And oh, what a year it will be.

The Slowburn Hogwarts AU that no one asked for.

Trini stifles a yawn behind her mouth as she steps onto the pitch. It was early enough in the morning that the sky was barely lit, and Trini shivers a little at the lack of the sun’s warmth. She closes her eyes for a moment, breathing in the smell of grass and the dewy morning air. She loves Hogwarts, but sometimes the Hufflepuff dorm was too… crowded wasn’t exactly the word for it, but it didn’t always feel right. She always found it ironic that even in a world full of witches, wizards, and magical creatures, she still somehow felt out of place. Taking another clearing breath, Trini mounts the broomstick and kicks off. She lazily circles the pitch, more focused on brooding and enjoying the sunrise than she is on actually flying.

She’s seventeen. In her last year at Hogwarts, and even though she was more or less a loner at school, she still thought of the castle as home, more so than the house her family lived in. While she is excited to be back, she still can’t quiet the anxiety she feels when she thinks about the future. Shaking her head, she leans down and picks up speed, starting to weave patterns around the goalposts. She’d always dreamed of flying as a kid; it was an escape, a chance to get away from the heavy expectations of her parents, the stares and comments from the other kids at school, the bullying, all of the confusing emotions that she always tried to bury. Flying was easier than thinking about the real world, and it was something that Trini always turned to when stressed.

She’s on her third or fourth lap when a sudden shout from across the pitch startles her. She turns to face it and instinctively veers to the left, her reflexes barely bringing her out of the path of a massive object hurtling past at a high speed. It screeches to a stop, using the momentum of the drift to rotate, and Trini realizes that the enormous projectile is in fact a boy on a broom, his black hair mussed in all different directions from his maneuver. He leans one elbow on his broom and raises his eyebrows at her.

“Sup.”  She rolls her eyes and resumes her mindless flying patterns, but to her irritation, the boy seems intent on following her.

“That’s not very polite of you,” the boy comments, still lounging lazily on his broom. “You know, usually people say something along the lines of ‘hello’, or ‘hi’, or at the very least a ‘fuck off’.” Trini can’t help the slight twitch of her mouth, and she hopes that he doesn’t see.

Determined to shake him off, she suddenly makes a beeline for the nearest goalpost, spiraling downwards around it before making a break for the other end of the pitch. Her path is blocked once again by the sudden appearance of the boy, and she barely manages to stop in time, coming to a rest with her broom handle just a few feet away from his face.

Once she gets her bearings, she can’t help but be slightly impressed. The boy in her path is currently hanging from his broom by three limbs, his hand pushing hair out of his face, still wearing the same grin.

“I gotta say, you’re pretty damn good, Crazy Girl,” he laughs, before swinging back up into something resembling a standard flying position. “Although I’m just now realizing that I may have come off as a bit of a creep, and that totally wasn’t my intention. I’m just a naturally curious creature, I guess, and you seem like the avoiding type so I figured direct confrontation was my best bet.” He gives her an oddly non-flirtatious wink. “I’m Zack.”

She simply fixes him with a glare before flying to the entrance to the pitch, dismounting and disappearing out of sight. She hears him yell after her.

“Nice talk, Crazy Girl!”

The first week of classes isn’t amazing, but it isn’t terrible either. The coursework is about as difficult as it was last year, and the professors somehow manage to bring up the N.E.W.T. exams at the end of the year every five minutes. Thankfully, Trini is only taking a few classes at N.E.W.T. level, mainly because she has no idea what career she wants to pursue, or if she’s even going to use those qualifications.

The best part was being able to do magic again. Technically speaking, Trini is of age, so there’s nothing stopping her from doing magic outside of school. But things were already tense enough back home between her and her parents without bringing her “brujeria” into the mix. Plus, she didn’t want her little brothers to see and start telling their friends that their sister could make things float or bring toys to life, or something equally outrageous.

She blamed her failure to animate a tiny ceramic frog earlier on a lack of practice, but McGonagall had insisted that she figure the spell out before the next class, and Trini had too much respect for the incredibly intimidating and badass woman to dare disappoint her.

Other than that, things had been relatively uneventful. However, she hadn’t gone back to the Quidditch pitch since the day that Zack kid ambushed her. To her extreme chagrin, it turns out that they have Herbology together, as he had been frantically waving and trying to get her attention throughout almost the entire lesson (“Mr. Taylor, if you disturb so much as a single Mandrake, we will all potentially die, so I suggest you keep still.” “Sorry, Professor.”) It was only when Trini very purposefully pointed her hissing Venomous Tentacula in his direction that he backed off.

 She sighs, frowning down at the textbook in front of her as if scrunching her eyebrows will make it easier to understand. She’s so accustomed to tuning out sound that she doesn’t realize that someone is trying to talk to her. It’s only when she feels a tap on her shoulder that she starts, looking up.

The boy immediately steps back, jerking his hands away. “I’m so sorry, I know I probably shouldn’t have touched you, that’s kind of rude, but I needed to get your attention. Although, I don’t blame you, I noticed what you were reading—I mean, not in a creepy way, of course! And I haven’t been standing here that long, I swear, it’s only been about twenty seconds or so—”

“Shhhh!” Trini glances around, the boy’s ranting and slightly uncontrolled volume drawing some stares. “Library, remember?”

“Oh! Right.” He bends down, almost comically (Trini curses her short height once more), and resumes speaking in a whisper. “Um, hi. My name’s Billy, Billy Cranston. I mean, technically it’s William, that’s what most of the professors call me, but I prefer when people call me Billy.”

“I know you,” she says. His eyebrows raise in surprise. “We have Potions together, right?”

“Yeah! Yeah, we do, but to be honest, I don’t um, really know you? I mean I do, like, we’ve had classes together, but I- I don’t know what your name is. Your full name, I mean.”

She regards him silently for a moment, deciding that he seems like a relatively harmless person. “Trini,” she says, sticking out her hand. He shakes it, somewhat awkwardly, and the conversation lapses into silence.

“So…” Trini starts, before Billy cuts her off.

“I- I meant to ask, is it alright if I sit there?”

“Sit where?”

“There. Here. Where you’re sitting, I mean.” She blinks. A worried look comes over his face.

“I’m not trying to cause trouble or anything, I swear, it’s just… um, it’s kind of my spot? Like, it doesn’t belong to me personally, of course, but y’know, I always sit there, and…” He trails off, eyes glancing to the side nervously as he fiddles with his blue tie.

To her own surprise, Trini gives him a small smile. “No problem.” She grabs her books, shifting to the next chair.

“Thanks,” Billy says as he takes her seat. He doesn’t say anything else after that, barely even looks up from his work, and Trini finds that it’s actually quite a comfortable silence. He only moves to wave goodbye to her as she leaves to head back to the Hufflepuff common room.

It’s only as she steps into the common room that she realizes she may have accidentally made a friend.

The days pass, and while everything seems to carry on as usual, Trini finds herself gravitating back to the same window-side table every time she visits the library. Billy is always there, giving her an innocent smile that warms her heart. They almost never speak to each other, and while Trini is used to being alone, she finds that being around another person isn’t all that bad.

That is, until she runs into Zack again.

Some sort of sixth sense alerts her to the rapid footsteps heading in her direction, and she quickly picks up speed, rounding the corner to the Grand Staircase as she hears his voice echo down the corridor.

She rushes onto a flight of stairs just as it starts floating away, giving a sigh of relief. She turns to watch Zack come charging around the corner, unable to stop from giving him a smirk and a little wave. His grin just grows wider as he picks up his pace. Her smug look quickly turns to one of shock and horror as, with a grunt, he launches himself after the departing stairs.

Her breath catches, and time seems to slow as the crazy kid soars through the air. He manages to make a wobbly landing, and Trini’s hand automatically launches out to fist in his robes and drag him away from the edge.

“Hah!” he pants, bending over to catch his breath. “Bet you thought I wouldn’t—ah!” Trini smacks the back of his head, launching into a tirade.

“The hell were you thinking?!” She demanded. “What if you hadn’t made that jump, huh? Jesus.” She places a hand over her racing heart for a second.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he says with a shrug. “The castle would have caught me somehow, and then it’s just a quick visit to Madam Pomfrey and poof, good as new.”

She stares incredulously at him. “Okay, I don’t even want to know how you know that.” She steps off on the next landing, Zack matching her pace.

“I haven’t seen you on the pitch in a while.”

She glares at him, for the first time noticing the red and gold tie hanging haphazardly from his neck. Of course this crazy kid would be a Gryffindor, she thinks to herself, before taking a deep breath and stopping, turning to face him.

“What do you want from me?” she demands.

“Like I said, I’m a curious guy. I saw you flying around the pitch, and I gotta say, you’re actually pretty good.”

She interrupts. “If that’s all you wanted to say, are you gonna leave me alone now?”

He puts his hands in the air, chuckling. “Alright, alright. See you on the pitch, Crazy Girl,” he says as he walks away.

“I have a name,” she says, before the realization hits. “Wait, what? What do you mean?”

Evidently, that was exactly the wrong thing to say. Zack spins around, a satisfied look in his eyes. “I’ve taken a liking to the early morning hours. Starting to look like we might become flying buddies in the near future,” he says with a shit-eating grin. She knows that he’s taunting her, and her eyes narrow.

“Well, you’ll have to pick another time to practice, then, because the pitch is mine in the mornings.”

“Oh really?” He steps forward, and Trini does her best to look intimidating despite having to look up. Even then, she’s glaring more into his chin than his face. “What if I said I was on the Quidditch team, so I should get first dibs?”

“That only applies for booked pitch times. In the mornings, it’s free game,” she retorts.

“Then maybe you should defend your territory,” he challenges. A beat passes.

“Fine.”

“Seriously? Nice!” He pumps a fist in the air, somehow becoming more excited than before. “How are we gonna settle this?”

“You pick.” She pushes past him, ignoring his parting calls.

“We’re gonna have a great time, Crazy Girl!”

She tries to go about the rest of her day as normal, adamantly pushing down the slight anxiety in her stomach. It’s not like she actually cares about what that upstart Gryffindor thinks anyhow. Still, it lingers in the back of her mind, and she fidgets a lot more than usual.

As if that wasn’t enough strangeness for one day, something weird happens in Charms as well. They’re sitting waiting for Professor Flitwick to show up when a quick hush suddenly descends over the room, drawing Trini out of her ruminative thoughts.

She looked over where the others were gazing, her eyes landing on a vaguely familiar looking girl who had just walked in. With a start, she realized that it was none other than Kimberly Hart, top of the class in Transfiguration, Slytherin Quidditch player, and (Trini guessed) probably a total bitch.  She reminds Trini of the haughty, little Miss Perfect type that used to bully her when she was younger. She notices that the other girl had cut her hair into a short bob, and even though her posture is relaxed as if to appear calm, Trini could see that she was noticeably trying not to acknowledge the stares and whispers as she walks to an open desk.

Whatever, she thinks, as she goes back to staring out the window. It’s not like I care about any of the drama that goes on anyways.

As they file out of the classroom, Trini finds herself roughly pushed to the side. She makes an indignant sound, and she hears a rushed voice say “Sorry,” before she sees Jason Scott chasing after Kimberly, who is already halfway down the hall. “Kim, wait up!” he calls after her, and Trini stops paying attention, focusing on getting back to the common room without getting trampled by some of the more gargantuan students who don’t seem to realize that people shorter than 5’8” exist.

She tosses and turns a bit that night, anticipation making it hard for her to fall asleep. I’m gonna kick Zack Taylor’s ass is the last thought in her mind before she drifts off.

She makes a point to be almost late to the pitch, just to annoy Zack and to make it seem like she doesn’t care all that much about their showdown.

“Lovely day, isn’t it?” Zack calls out when he sees her. She scoffs, hefting the broom in her hands.

“So, how do you want to settle this?”

“With this.” His grin practically splitting his face in half, he raises his clenched fist. Trini is relatively unimpressed at first, but she’s startled when she sees a tiny pair of wings spread from between his fingers.

“You stole a snitch?” she asks, disbelievingly.

He waggles his eyebrows at her. “Don’t underestimate me, Crazy Girl. Here’s the deal: if I win, we get to share the pitch, and you gotta actually try and be nice to be for a bit. Sound fair?”

She meets his eyes confidently. “Fine. But if I win,” she says, raising a finger, “you leave the pitch to me. For the rest of the year.”

“I can live with that,” he says. He opens his hand, and the snitch zooms off into the distance. They both mount their brooms, locking eyes.

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three!”

They launch into the air. Trini’s eyes flicker around the pitch, her mind racing. She’s never officially played Quidditch, never tried to catch the snitch before. She debates letting Zack find it for her, but discards the idea when she remembers that he’s on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and most likely a better flier than her. Instead, she flies higher, hoping the birds-eye view will help her spot the snitch first.

“You’re pretty good.” She whips her head to glare as Zack comes to hover next to her.

“Are you seriously trying to start a conversation with me now?”

“Well, I would go so far as to say that we’re on even ground right now, so to speak.” She rolls her eyes at that. “No, but actually, you’re a decent flyer. Why aren’t you on the Quidditch team.”

“Not my thing,” she responds absentmindedly, eyes straining as she scans the pitch. “Besides, I’m not all that good. I barely know how to play.”

“Well, no offense to your house, but the Hufflepuff team is starting to look kinda desperate.” He leans back defensively at the look she gives him. “Easy, I’m just being honest!”

“Why do you care?” she asks suspiciously. “Doesn’t a weak team make it easier for you?”

His nose scrunches, and he scoffs. “It’s no fun if it isn’t a challenge.”

She rolls her eyes with a sigh, turning back to her search. “Typical Gryffindor.”

“By the way…” and this time, she lets out an exasperated groan. Oddly enough, Zack’s face looks somewhat genuinely intrigued. “What’s your name?”

“Why do you want to know?

“Well, I can’t keep calling you Crazy Girl forever. I mean, unless you’re into that.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

In the peripherals of her vision, something flickers. Zack is too focused on teasing her to notice. She gives him a patronizing smile. “I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait to find out.” Without any warning, she suddenly dives, hearing Zack swear as he sets off a second after her.

As she picks up speed, the snitch gradually comes into focus. It zigzags across the field, and Trini tries to minimize her movement as she tracks it, trying to predict where it will be next. Zack isn’t in her field of vision, and she smirks to herself as she creeps closer and closer to her target.

It’s almost within arm’s reach, and Zack is still nowhere to be seen. Ignoring the mild concern in the back of her mind, she let’s go of the broom with one hand, ready to stretch out and grab the snitch—

A rush of air blows into her face, a blur of color flashes before her eyes, and she instinctively flinches, slowing down ever so slightly. Blinking the water out of her eyes, she’s looking for the snitch when a motion below her catches her attention.

To her fury, Zack had been flying below her the whole time, turning belly-up at the last second to snatch the snitch out of her grasp. He waves it in her face. “I win!” he yells over the wind.

Anger and frustration pulses through her, and her hands tighten to a white-knuckled grip around her broom. She dives down to ground level, hearing Zack’s startled “whoa” as he barrel-rolls out of the way, and promptly dismounts. She hurriedly stomps her way out of the pitch, ignoring Zack’s calls.

As she’s leaving, struggling to blink the tears out of her eyes, she almost bumps into two people heading the way she came from. Looking up, she sees Jason Scott and Kimberly Hart, both in Quidditch gear holding brooms. As if she wasn’t embarrassed enough, Jason’s face becomes slightly worried when he sees her.

“Hey, is everything—”

“I’m fine,” she answers brusquely, clearing her throat. “There’s some crazy guy out there with a stolen snitch. Just in case you were planning on making out, or whatever.” She can’t help the snide comment that slips out automatically.

She notices Kimberly draw in a breath, her eyes darkening dangerously. She opens her mouth, and Trini is so not in the mood for a snark-off with the HBIC, but Jason lays a hand on Kimberly’s arm, giving her a look. With a heavy sigh, Kimberly simply gives her a parting glare before marching off, Jason following after her.

Trini trudges back to the castle, her stomach still tense with shame and her mind buzzing with unwanted thoughts. She ignores her dorm mates’ sleepy greetings as she flings herself facedown on her bed, taking deep breaths as she fights the urge to cry. She decides to skip breakfast.

#trimberly #trimberly fic #power rangers 2017 #trini kwan #kimberly hart #trini not kwan #pink lemonade #my fic #hp!au #this is a shit first chapter but i really wanted to get something out there

[50shadesof-kpop]

No Matter What - Part 2

Type: Scenario

Genre:  Angst -Fluff

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Cheating, swearing.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

You grabbed your bag and your coat and exited the apartment, without a place to go, without knowing what to do… It couldn’t be true.

You spent the week at a friend’s place. You told Sooyoung that you wanted to focus on your exams and hoped that since you both had the same classes, she’d understand your struggle and believe you.

“Are you sure everything is fine? You look exhausted” she said when you first came over. You had knocked on her door in the middle of the night, without any belongings other than your bag and textbooks, asking to spend the night. She didn’t ask many questions, but the look on her face told you she knew better than to believe what you told her. She was very comprehensive though, and you were grateful for that.

You did your best to avoid anything that would remind you of Yuta for the whole week and was pretty successful at keeping your mind off of everything that happened. Exams were so stressful and you had to bring your A game as your GPA was your priority. Also on your priority list was keeping a relatively decent status among your group of friends and the last thing you needed was for anyone to say “I told you,” so you kept your mouth shut.

Now that your exams were over, you had to go back to reality. What were you going to do? You had to talk to him, you wanted to hear what he had to say and you were hoping it would all make sense. Because even if your mind was screaming for you to never go back to him again after the humiliation that was your last encounter, deep down all you wanted to do was forget the whole thing and move forward. The question was, would you be moving forward with or without him.

You decide to go home to at least take some of your stuff and stop importuning Sooyoung to lend you her clothes. You also hoped Yuta would be there and you could set things straight. Even if you still didn’t know what you wanted to do, at least you’d have more insight to make a decision. It was Saturday, he would normally be home on a Saturday at noon. You hugged Sooyoung quickly and left, planning to come back soon.

Arriving at your place, you felt your heart break a little as you walked through the hallway to your apartment door. It was really a nice building, and this somewhat felt like it might be your last time going in.

You opened the door to an empty apartment. No sound, no shoes, no keys. Yuta was definitely out. You let out a sigh and went straight to your shared bedroom, where everything had happened. The sight of your bed made you want to throw up a bit. All you could think about was the smug look on her face and the anger on his. Anger. That’s probably what it was. But how could he be angry at you?

You did not linger on your emotions too much and packed everything you needed to stay out for another week or so. Satisfied with your bag, you gave one last look to this room before walking down to stairs to the door. As soon as you reached the last step, the door opened. There he stood, handsome as ever, his hair perfectly styled, his features completely calm.

You were grateful that he hadn’t tried contacting you for the whole week, really you were. He knew that you had important exams and you thought it was the least he could do, to let you focus. But as much as you tried to deny it, you did miss him and was kind of looking forward to seeing him.

But now that he was standing in front of you, you were once again frozen on your spot, unable to move or speak.

His glare soon crossed yours and you kept staring at each other for what seemed like forever, none of you saying anything. His lips were pursed, and he dropped the bag he was carrying without breaking eye contact.

“How are you doing?” he spoke carefully. He looked at you from head to toe, as if analyzing you, trying to discern any sign your body would give him. You suddenly felt very self-conscious, wondering why you hadn’t paid a bit more attention to your appearance.

You let out a deep breath before answering, just as carefully. “Not that well, and it’s worst seeing that you seem to be doing perfectly fine”.

He shook his head while looking at the floor for a second, before looking back up at you, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“That’s the thing with you. You always act like you know me better than I do.”

You weren’t expecting this. Was he trying to turn this situation around? You were trying to give him a chance to explain, but he didn’t seem aware of the situation. And you weren’t ready for his remarks.

“So that’s why you fucked that girl?” you felt the anger grow is your mind.

“Everyone told me you were cheating on me but I didn’t believe them. I really thought you were better than this. But if you’re telling me you fucking cheated on me because you’re annoyed with me, you’re really just the asshole everyone said you were.”

His mouth opened a bit as if he wanted to speak but closed right back, and a frown formed between his eyebrows. You took the opportunity to continue speaking your mind to him.

“Cheat on me? For that? What kind of bullshit is this? You couldn’t just tell me that? Was it that difficult to speak to me? After 2 years? I thought we were over this Yuta. And she was probably not the first one. How many were there? 2? 3?”

You were now almost yelling, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“It’s more complicated than this.” The calmness in his voice as he spoke only made you angrier. Did he not know how hurt you were? Or was it that he did not care anymore? “There are many things you don’t know about me Y/N.”

“Then now would be the perfect time to tell me! We’ve been together for 2 years Yuta! What is it that you can’t get the courage to tell me?”

He just stood there staring at you, not minding giving you any explanation. You concluded that you wouldn’t be able to get anything from him then, and decided to leave. You started walking toward the front door, brushing past him and reaching for the handle when he grabbed your wrist and spun you around.

He looked at you straight into your eyes, and you swore you could see a slight hint of pain in his.

“I’m sorry,” he started. “I never meant to upset you. I just… I don’t know where to start. This week has been hell for me, I just had to go to this place and I needed to look presentable.” But you couldn’t care less about his looks at this point.

“Why did you do this to me,” you burst into tears again, and he pulled you in for a hug. It felt good being in his arms, and you let your tense body relax slightly at his touch. This was the Yuta you knew. He was thoughtful and sweet, he felt like home.

“I’m sorry. I don’t like seeing you cry, you know that ” he said, running his hand through your hair while the other one held your waist tightly.

He pulled away slightly to look at you and brushed his thumb across your cheeks to wipe the tears, before cupping your face.

“I’m sorry, for cheating on you, for lying, for disappointing you. You deserve better, and I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you,” he almost whispered, and it felt like he was about to break up with you. He started again:

“Please give me one last chance. I messed up, I’m aware of it and I know it’s selfish to ask that of you. But I love you, Y/N.”

Your heart started beating faster at his words, and you couldn’t help but reach up to him and put your lips on his, slowly, softly. He instantly gave in to the kiss, holding you tight and squeezing your waist a couple of times before pulling away.

“I’m sorry, baby. Let me show you how sorry I am”.

#omggg #this could go either way #yuta #no matter what #part 2 #nakamoto yuta #yuta scenario #nct #nct 127 #nct scenario #nct angst #nct fluff #nct smut #yuta angst #yuta fluff #yuta smut #scenarios