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sooniebby · 7 months

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I’m back…had a random thought when listening to men moaning and I just had to write it for y’all.. you know the drill, bottom male reader, reader is mentioned to have a cock

Smut fic—in which reader has the terrible experience of being able to read minds. It was fun at first when you first found out at age ten.. but then it just got bad because you couldn’t control it

Hearing your mom’s thoughts about your dad was traumatizing to say the least. As you grew older, you basically learned to tune people out by filling your head with your own thoughts. It usually works.

And it was your usual day in your philosophy class at the university you dreamed of going to.. and it was the usual in that you sat next to this random girl who slept the entire time. Which was good, you didn’t have to worry about her thoughts.

But much to your surprise, someone sat next to you. It was pretty shocking. This guy was “popular” in the sense he was handsome and everyone wanted to be near him.

He usually only sat next to his friends but today he was next to you..? Odd—but you didn’t care that much. You now had to focus on making sure his thoughts didn’t distract you from your professor..

But you did want to take a little peak—just to see what a guy like him would be thinking. At most, you expected him to be focused on taking notes

This guy… is he an actor, you thought to yourself. He looked to be paying attention but the only thing on his mind was sex.. with you.

And not just a fleeting glimpse of sex. it was.. wow, pretty graphic.

He was fantasizing about fucking you in an empty classroom. The classroom you two were in right now. You sprawled on the teacher’s desk, back arched with your legs being pushed towards you.

He was fucking you. Very harsh. He had a very vivid dream of how you’d look fucked out on the table—your moans filling the empty classroom.

His fantasy was solely on you. How you cried, how you arched your back, how you whined his name.. suddenly, he was holding tightly on your neck, lightly squeezing it while his thrusts began to practically knock your breath away.

“You sound so cute.. but you can be louder, yeah?” His fantasy self said to you, reaching down and slapping your ass which earned a scream. Which embarrassingly enough caused you to flinch in real life.

Okay, that’s enough..! You thought to yourself, looking away with a blush. Holy shit. This random guy… was dreaming about having sex with you?! But you guys didn’t even speak.. why.. did he like you?

You couldn’t help but glance over at him, trying hard to not let his thoughts flood your mind again. He was certainly hot—which made sense why a lot girls kept fangirling about him.. Black hair slicked back with gel, a nice nose, plump lips girls were jealous of, a lean body, cat-like eyes..

why was he into you?

He could have anyone.. but he’s thinking about you?

By accident, a slip of his thoughts flooded you again. He wasn’t thinking about sex anymore, he was actually focused on his notes. With a sigh, you decided to believe you were just going crazy and took a sip from your water bottle.

‘His mouth is so small.. would it actually be able to fit around my cock?’

You coughed heavily as water slipped out of your mouth. Much to your shock, the perverted guy handed you some tissues to wipe your mouth. You muttered a thank you, cleaning your chin and mouth.

Jesus, this guy is going to be the death of you.

‘He’s so cute…I hope he likes guys…’

You sighed, happy that he was finally thinking about you normally.

‘Ah.. what if it was my cum instead of water on his lips..? Oh, too much don’t wanna pop a boner in class.’

You could only cough once more in shock and cover your ears. Oh, you needed him away from you fast. But it seemed like he was going to actually start pursuing you soon..

But what you really wondered is if you could survive hearing his thoughts on a daily basis.. and by the embarrassing boner you were sporting right now

Yeah, you were going to be having boners in philosophy often.

‘Does he even like giving blowjobs..? Hope so.. it’d be hot cumming in his mouth..having it overflow.. oops, boner!’

This was going to be a long day…

My first ever one where the guy actually thinks and technically talks… :0! This was fun if you guys want, I’ll definitely expand on it. For now, Imma continue the roommate for tmmr <3

Yoga instructor is coming soon, can’t wait to have an actual fic for him, it’ll be in 2nd person!

Tag list: @nakedtoasterr @chill-guy-but-cooler @mello-life69 @kiiyoooo @the-ultimate-librarian @iwishtobeacrow (ask to added to my tag list to be tagged in all of my works :3)

#bottom male reader #uke male reader #oc x reader #smut drabble #smut ideas #mlm nsft #mlm ns/fw #x male reader #smut prompts

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kkyaka · 1 year

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Literally havent posted any writing in FIVE months 😭😭😭😭

#*cries*#i was so busy with classes #and then i started werewolf!jean and got burnt out :/#writing wasnt even fun anymore #and i started off the new year less than ideal #BUT #I WROTE FOR THE FIRST TIME FOREVER LAST NIGHT AND EARLIER TODAY #im gonna try and write a little more #but im not gonna push myself bc i feel myself sort of dreading it #wish me luck 🤞🏼#🥝.rambles

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kittykat-25 · 23 days

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Family - A Lee Know One Shot

Pairings: Lee Minho x reader

Genre: hurt/comfort- established relationship, just SKZ being the best boys and protective Lee Know.

Synopsis: While Lee Know is gone for the Gucci shoot, you help SKZ practice for the VMA’s. All fun and games until you get hurt.

A/N: I wrote this today at work and it’s barely proof read so apologies on that part my lovelies🥰

“Have fun my Gucci prince.” You sang into the phone, your boyfriend huffed, “please don’t start that. We get enough of it from Hyunjin and Yongbokkie.” Minho groaned. You laughed as you walked into the practice room, “have fun, I love you, and I’m so proud of you Min.” You said quietly before the rest of the kids could interrupt. “Bye kitten, have fun with the boys. I love you.” He replied. You quickly ended the call and walked further into the room setting your bag down. Being a professional dancer yourself, you often came to the studio to practice with the boys, after being with Minho for two years they were used to your presence. “Noona!” Jeongin called as you walked towards them to join the stretches. “Hi boys.” You replied, ruffling Seungmins hair as you walked by, he swatted your hand away making you laugh. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” You said sitting down beside Chan. “He was late too.” Chan whispered, glancing towards the moping puppy. “Ooooooh Seungminnie.” You exclaimed. Getting a glare from Seungmin, you started stretching and quietly talking to Chan about the performance they have at the VMAs.

The boys were diving into their S-Class dance break, you holding Minhos spot. “Innie, you got this.” Chan called as the youngest got used to the new lift that was added in. “I know it’s just high.” He said sheepishly. Seeing the younger boy look so concerned, you volunteered, “innie do you want me to do it first so you see how it looks?” He eyes turned towards you, “noona you don’t have too.” You shook your head, “I don’t mind if it’ll give you peace about it.” He smiled at you and moved so you were in his place with the dancers. You worked through the movements and when it was time for the lift you let the dancer pull you up. One second you are being lifted and the next you hear a huff and the floor starts getting closer. You panic and throw your arms down to catch yourself, landing painfully on your wrist, catching yourself but not before your head hits the ground as well.

The rest of the members couldn’t move fast enough to catch you, all scrambling towards you as you cry out on impact. “Shit y/n. Are you alright?” Chan says and he kneels down beside you, you’re holding your arm against yourself and can feel something sticky running down your head. You slowly roll over onto your back, the air knocked out of you from the fall, “fuck” Chan curses under his breath, seeing your head split from the fall. “Noona I’m so sorry.” Jeongin cries from your other side. “Chan she needs to go to the medic.” Felix calls from somewhere behind you. Everything is swirling together, all the voices blending as your vision starts to go black. “No no y/n keep your eyes open.” Chan says gently. Pushing your hairs back from the cut. “Hyun, go get the medic.” Hyunjin sprints out of the room, “her wrist.” Han croaks from one side of you, you can feel his hand shaking on your leg. You were still clutching your wrist to your body, just then hyunjin and the medic come barreling back into the room. He kneels down beside you, IN and Han moving out of the way. Changbin grabbing Han’s sleeve as he started marching over to the back up dancers. “It’s their fault.” He said harshly, Changbin shook his head, “it was an accident. Leave them alone.” He whispered. Han threw a glare at the dancers then turned his eyes back towards you. Out of all of them you and Han were the closest, you treated him like a younger brother, loved him as much. “She’s gonna need stitches.” The medic quietly told Chan, who nodded. Han gripped your hand as Chan picked you up and followed the medic out of the room. The rest of the guys gathered their things, grabbing yours and trailing behind.

Sitting in the ER, Han holding your hand as they stitched up your head, “the wrist isn’t broken, just a bad sprain. You’ll have to wear the brace for now. We’ll reexamine it in a few weeks.” The doctor told you before walking out of the room. “Ji, has anyone call Min?” Hans face paled, the thought of calling his Hyung and telling him you were hurt- that was not a job he wanted. “I’ll ask Channie Hyung.” He said as he pushed past the curtain to the other boys. “How is she?” Changbin asked, “sprained wrist, they are stitching up her head now, slight concussion. She seems okay.” Han answered before turning towards their leader, “Someone, not me but someone needs to call Minho and let him know.” He added quickly before darting back into the closed area with you.

Chan blew out a breath before grabbing his phone and walking outside. “Hyung how’s practice going? Did Innie get the lift, I know he was stressed about it-“ Minho said as soon as the call connected. “Minho.” Chan said, cutting the younger boy off. Minho got quiet, “there was an accident at practice.” He started, “oh god did they flood something again?” Minho said chuckling, “it’s y/n.” Chan said, the other line went silent. “Min-“ Chan started, “what happened?” Minho ground out. “She was helping Innie with the lift and she…uh…fell, she’s alright-“ “did she fall or was she dropped? Because you saying fall doesn’t seem accurate for y/n.” Minho snapped back. Chan could tell he was more worried than angry. But taking it out on Chan all the same. “She’s alright, just calm down.” “don’t tell me to calm down when my girlfriend is hurt Chan.” Minho roared back at him. “We’re taking her back to the dorm, just let us know when you get home. And calm down before you do. She doesn’t need your attitude as well.” Chan stated before hanging up the phone.

The boys had gotten you back to the dorms, and you were currently snuggled into Minhos bed, savoring the smell of him; wishing he was there to hold you. Han sat down beside you on the bed, reaching for your hand not in the brace. “Are you sure it’s safe for you to sleep? You have a concussion.” He asked quietly. You chuckled, “I’m alright Ji.” You looked towards the door where the rest of the boys were standing. “How about a movie?” You suggested, and smiled when they all moved into the room. Getting comfy on the ground around the bed. “Do you need anything noona?” Felix asked from in front of the bed, “I’m alright Yongbokkie.” He gave you a smile and turned back around. Han turned on Howls Moving Castle and propped up a pillow for you to get comfortable on. Chan turned off the lights and you let the movie take over your mind.

Minho opened the door to the dorm and was greeted with darkness. Some light came from under his door, and the soft music of a movie flowed out. Chan stepped out of the kitchen and made eye contact. “Hyung, I’m so sorry.” Minho said feeling awful about snapping at his leader. “It’s alright, she’s in here. I was just grabbing her some water.” He responded walking towards minhos bedroom, “where is everyone?” He asked Chan, who chuckled, “where do you think?” With that he opened the door and Minhos heart swelled, you were curled up asleep, hidden under the covers with Han beside you, and the rest of the boys scattered around the floor, surrounding you, guarding you even in their sleep. Chan nudged Changbin waking him up, they quietly started moving all the boys out of the room as Minho made his way over to you. IN stopped and turned towards his hyung, “I didn’t mean for her to get hurt. I’m sorry hyung.” He said softly. “I know innie-ah it’s not your fault. It was an accident.” He said back to the younger boy patting him on the back. And he got closer to the bed he noticed Han was awake and just staring at you/n sleep. “Bit creepy don’t you think?” He said startling the boy. “The doctors said she could sleep with a concussion but the internet said it was dangerous. I was making sure she didn’t stop breathing.” And just when Minho thought he couldn’t love his brothers more. He looked down where Han was holding her hand, his fingers resting over her pulse point. “I’ve got her Ji, don’t worry.” Han nodded, getting up and following Chan out of the room.

Minho gently laid down beside you, trying not to rustle or wake you up. As he laid down, your eyes turned towards him, “min?” Your voice full of sleep, he smiled at you, “hi kitten.” You rolled over, your wrist in the brace coming between your bodies. He looked down at it then up to your bandaged head, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here kitten.” He said cupping your cheek, leaving tender kisses on your hairline. “How did the shoot go?” You mumbled, already falling back asleep. “I don’t remember any of it after Chan called me.” He grumbled, tucking you closer to his body. “Mhm my Gucci prince.” You sighed as you pressed a kiss to his jaw, before nestling back into his arms. Minho looked down at you, a smile on his face. Happy to have you safely back in his arms. He fell asleep peacefully knowing as long as him and the boys were around you’d be fine.

#stray kids #lee know #lee know x reader #hurt/comfort #established relationship

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probably-writing-x · 9 months

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Summary: hi, i loved just you!! i was wondering if you could write more about conrad and the reader being so in love that never stops. like maybe flash forward to out of college to when he proposes, then their wedding day when he cries seeing her walk down the isle? and then when they have their first child and name her after susannah 🥺 sorry if that’s super detailed

Authors Note: This is the fluffiest thing ever but I hope you love it, it was so fun to write thank you so much for your request <3

“Hello darling!”

You jump a little at the words, tilting your head back against the couch to see Conrad, “I didn’t even hear you come home!”

He grins and leans down to kiss you, your lips upside down against his, “I like the element of surprise.”

You hum in agreement and turn your head back to the task at hand.

“What are you doing?” He asks, throwing his keys down onto the dish on the fireplace before turning back to you and the mess in front of you.

“I’m trying to be organised,” You grimace a little, “But I keep getting distracted.”

“Oh my god!” Conrad laughs, sitting down on the couch beside you, “Where did you find all of these?”

He looks down at the coffee table full of photos littered in piles yet to be formed, one’s passing the decade that you’d been together.

“We look so young,” He chuckles at a photo of one of your first dates when you were only 16, the two of you grinning at the disposable camera.

“I don’t think I look any different,” You joke, brushing your finger over the youthful faces.

Conrad scoffs, “We aged well, I’d say.”

“Oh absolutely we did,” You lean your head into his shoulder, reaching forward to grab another photo, “Look at this one.”

“Wow, god, I remember this day,” Conrad beams at the photo, “It was the day we moved out of college.”

—— 5 Years Ago ——

“Alright, you’ve cleared the kitchen, I’ve done the bathroom, bedroom is done…” Conrad looks around at the space checking for anything that you’ve missed, “I think we’re good.”

It was today that the two of you would be moving out of college. For the past three years you’d been here in Stanford together after Conrad transferred and it had been a dream. You’d lived separately on campus at first and then for the last two years lived in an apartment just a short walk away, a bit of solitude for the two of you. He went to his classes and you went to yours, you came back for lunch together or met on campus and then sat in the library together when you weren’t in class. He brought you coffee when you needed to study for finals and you bought him cheeseburgers when he had his to study for. You cooked on weekdays and he cooked on weekends when he had more time to cook something fancy. You worked a job on campus and he worked a few evenings. It worked. Everything had felt like bliss for the past few years.

You weren’t ready to say goodbye.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Conrad frowns at you, setting down the box in his hands to walk over to where you were sat down on the empty mattress.

“This just feels so weird,” You mumble, glancing around at the empty shelves where your photo frames used to stand.

Conrad nods, “Yeah, yeah it does feel weird. Good weird.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Do you think?”

Your eyes are filling with tears and you’re fighting what you can to keep them back.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Conrad crouches down in front of you and places one hand on your leg, the other cupping the side of your face, “Don’t get upset, honey.”

“It’s just,” You let out a shaky breath, “I’m not ready to leave all of this.”

“Okay, we’re graduating, we’re moving, things are going to change. But that’s not a bad thing. God, we’ve got our whole lives ahead of us. Isn’t that exciting?” He smiles at you brightly, “We’ve been waiting for this since we first started college. Just you and me.”

You smile down and him and press your hand against his on your cheek, wrapping your fingers around his, “Doesn’t it scare you?”

He nods his head, “Of course. I’m terrified. But in the best way.”

You laugh a little and he brushes his thumb under your eyes before any tears have fallen.

“Now, I was going to wait before I told you,” He leans back a little and reaches into his pocket, “But I think this seems like the right time.”

You frown a little as you watch him, your heart fluttering.

“So, you know how we’d decided on living with your parents for a while until we figured out where to go next…” He takes a deep breath, “Well, you can tell them they don’t need to worry.”

“Wh-“ You let out a breath, “What do you mean?”

“Someone might’ve told me something about a little house in Cousins being free now that Jeremiah’s moving out…” He brings his hand in front of you and a distinct key lays in his palm.

“The beach house?” You exclaim, eyes wide.

“Jere’s moving closer to Belly for now until she graduates and then they think they’ll settle in Boston and come to Cousins for the summer, like we used to. So…”

“The house is yours?” You finish for him, words almost escaping you.

“It’s ours,” Conrad confirms, his face brightening.

“Oh my god!” You squeal, your hands flying to grip his shoulders, “You got us a house! You got us the beach house!”

Conrad chuckles, “Yeah, I did!”

You wrap your arms around him tightly and bury your face against his neck, breathing in the scent that would always be home to you. The two of you stand up together and he spins you around in the small space you had between boxes, before lowering you down and pressing the key into your palm.

“We might just have to set up the spare bedrooms for summer, I think we’ll have some regular visitors,” He shrugs, his arms around your waist.

You giggle, “That’s perfect, it’s all...”

“The start of the rest of our lives, darling.”

——Present Day——

“That’s when this place was officially ours,” You point out, the photo in your hands showing the two of you grinning with the key in your hand.

“Yeah, it was a long time coming,” Conrad chuckles, his fingertips trailing up and down your arm.

“I was so scared to graduate college, and now look at us,” You shake your head, “I had nothing to worry about.”

“There’s still time,” Conrad jokes and you jab him in the side.

“Oh my god! Look at this one!” You beam, “The fourth of July.”

“Yeah there was something important about the 4th that year…” Conrad smirks, taunting you.

“Yeah what could that be?” You roll your eyes.

He moves his fingers down to the thin silver chain around your neck where a single ring hung down like a pendant near your heart.

“God, I loved that day.”

—— 4 Years Ago ——

“Jere how many fireworks does one house need?” You look down at the boxes he’s carrying into the house, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Oh, come on, it’s the fourth,” Jeremiah grins, glancing at his brother, “I’ve got reason to celebrate.”

“I tried telling him it was too many,” Belly laughs as she walks in behind him, carrying a couple of bags of groceries.

“Oh you’re a lifesaver!” You smile, taking one of the bags from him, “I can’t believe I forgot so much.”

“It’s the stress of hosting,” Belly jokes, “But I’ve got you covered, I think this is everything.”

“I hope so,” You nod, “I just need to figure out how to make everything like Susannah would do.”

This was your first fourth of July hosting in this house - the first since the house had officially been yours and Conrad’s home. It would just be the six of you, the three couples - you and Con, Jere and Belly, and Steven and Taylor.

“She’d be impressed either way,” Belly squeezes your shoulder, “I’ll go help Jere set up outside.”

“Thank you,” You smile and see Conrad coming in through the door behind her.

“Hello darling,” He presses a kiss to your temple, “Tell me what you need me to do.”

“No, no, I’ve got it here,” You encourage, “Maybe you could just set up Steven and Taylor’s room?”

“It’s going to be perfect,” He reassures you, squeezing your hand, “It’ll be a Fourth of July to never forget!” He yells back to you as he disappears upstairs.

You giggle and turn back to finishing up the plates of food you were preparing for the evening.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. There was always a sort of magic to having the fourth here, and you wanted to replicate it for them all even without Susannah here - especially now the house was yours.

—

When evening falls over the house, you’ve relaxed away from the fear of hosting. The food went down well, everyone was impressed, and the magic of the fourth that you were used to had managed to remain.

You were now all outside waiting to watch the fireworks start over the water.

“Hey, um, do you want to come with me a second?” Conrad asks you, standing up from his seat and outstretching a hand.

“Wh- don’t you want to watch the fireworks?” You frown a little at him.

“We won’t miss them, I promise,” He smiles down at you, “Come on.”

You take his hand and hear the faint whispering of Taylor and Belly behind you as Conrad leads you across the grass and down towards the wooden dock.

“What are we doing Con?” You ask as he squeezes your hand a little tighter.

“I just thought we could have a minute, just us,” He comments but you can sense something slightly off about his demeanour, something that wasn’t completely Conrad.

“Are you going to throw me in the water?” You narrow your eyes at him, “Because I-“

“I just-“ He stops himself, “Sorry.”

“What’s going on Con?” You laugh a little at him, “You’re scaring me now.”

“I don’t know how to start this,” He lets out a shaky breath, “Um…” He presses a hand to his chest.

“Con,” You place your hand over his, “Its me.”

He visibly settles, relaxing against your touch.

“I don’t know where to-“ He stops himself, “I love you (y/n).”

You feel it then. The feeling people described. Knowing what was about to come and yet not ready to prepare for it.

“And I love our life together, and I love the person I am because of you and-“ He lets himself laugh gently, “God, I just… I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you and so-“

“Oh my god,” You mumble as you watch him pull a small velvet box from his pocket, lowering down onto one knee.

He looks up at you and takes a deep breath, “(y/n) (y/l/n) will you make me the happiest man in the world an-“

“Yes!” You exclaim your hands flying to your face as tears pool in your eyes.

Conrad grins wildly and rises up onto his feet, wrapping one arm around you as the other hand reaches for yours to slot the delicate ring onto your finger.

He cups a hand to your cheek and presses a deep kiss to your lips, both of you laughing over spilling tears.

Before you can find the words, the fireworks start around you and the sky lights up into a shower of gold fireworks over the both of you.

“You didn’t let me say it,” Conrad says in your ear over the exploding sound.

“I couldn’t wait,” You laugh in return, holding him tightly against you.

“Will you marry me (y/n)?” He pulls back far enough from you to speak, eyes flicking between yours.

“Yes I will Conrad Fisher,” You beam and he grins brighter than ever before, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you around.

Steven and Jere cheer loudly from down by the water and Taylor and Belly scream in unison from the house, all of them applauding you for the inevitable perfection of this moment - more fireworks releasing into the air to make it even more picturesque.

And in that moment, you’re sure you’ll never feel more content.

This was it. This was everything.

—— Present Day ——

He laughs and wraps his arms tighter around you, “I like looking at all of these, what else do we have?”

“Well, this whole album is full of wedding photos,” You stretch over to pick up the detailed cream photo album, “This is the one Laurel bought us.”

It was a wedding present from the woman that was like a second Mom to both of you. She told you the memories would be more important than anything else about your day and told you to make the most of all of it being captured. It was a cream leather decorated in lace patterns with a thin bow across the front, another sheer ribbon tying the two covers together.

“Come on,” He takes the album from you and shifts on the couch so that his back is against the armrest.

You move so that you’re sat between his legs with your back against his chest and he moves his arms around either side of you to look at the album. Before he opens it, his hand comes up beside yours and locks your fingers together, both of your wedding rings settling next to each other like they were made to fit.

He opens the cover and the memories come flooding back once again, every piece of your perfect day.

—— 3 Years Ago ——

“Oh my god I’m so nervous I think I’m going to be sick,” You breathe out, pressing a hand to your chest to try to relieve the pressure there.

“Girl, you have nothing to be worried about,” Taylor encourages, fixing a few strands of your hair.

“Has anyone heard from Con? Is he okay? Is he here?” You ask frantically, checking your appearance in the mirror once again.

“That boy has been head over heels in love with you since you were sixteen, of course he’s here, and he’s probably as nervous as you are,” Belly encourages, her bridesmaids dress matching to Taylor’s in a sage green.

“But, if it helps, Steven just texted me to confirm,” Taylor comments, showing you her phone.

“God, I don’t even know why I’m nervous,” You shake your head, “It’s Conrad.”

“And (Y/n) Fisher has a nice ring to it,” Belly grins, “Are you ready to do this?”

You turn around and nod your head, breathing deeply as you look over your appearance in the mirror once more. You’d opted for a simple dress, fitted at the top with thin straps, flowing loose around your legs and poking at the floor in a small train. It was the only dress you’d looked at and seen yourself in.

The girls walk down first, ahead of you. And then you - walking down the aisle alongside your father.

He links his arm with yours and you hold on tightly as the doors open and you both step through.

So many people and all you can focus on is him.

The music starts and you start to walk, at the exact moment that Conrad turns around.

His suit is perfected from top to bottom, crisp white shirt against his black tuxedo. His hands are behind his back and you watch him squeezing them together to alleviate his nerves. But as his eyes fall on you, cool blue orbs calming yours, everything else just disappears.

You watch as his bottom lip trembles a little and he breaks into a small smile, a tear slipping down his cheek. You shake your head a little at him, the thought slipping into your mind that he promised you he wouldn’t cry, knowing him crying was only going to set you off.

Soon enough, you reach the end of the aisle and your father kisses your cheek quickly, reaching over to shake Conrad’s hand.

And then it’s just you and him. And the seventy people all watching you. But they didn’t matter. It was just him.

“Hi,” He mumbles, reaching down to hold your hand as your fingers lace with his.

“Hi,” You return, looking into his eyes for the home they always brought, “I’m so nervous,” You whisper.

“Hey, it’s me,” He responds, an echo of your own words from only a year before.

“It’s us,” You whisper once more, squeezing his hand before the two of you turn your attention to the ceremony about to begin, your ceremony.

—— Present Day ——

“I love this one,” Conrad points out a photo of the two of you, one from the evening of the wedding where his arm is around you and you’re laughing at something someone behind the camera had said, and all he can do is look at you - focus on you.

Before you can respond, the sound of crackling starts on the monitor before faint whinging breaks through the speaker.

“She’s up!” You smile, “Give me a sec-“

“No, I’ve got her,” Conrad squeezes your shoulders and pushes himself to stand up, letting you lean back against the arm of the sofa.

He disappears upstairs and you hear the bedroom door creak open followed by his bright voice at the sight in front of him.

You set down the wedding album and pull up a pile of more recent photos, all ones from the last eighteen months - the craziest and most content eighteen months of your life so far.

“Should we go and see Mummy?” Conrad’s voice speaks softly as he comes down the stairs, “She’s downstairs, yeah.”

As he steps back into the lounge, the small body on his hip wriggles down from his grip and runs over to you.

“Look who’s awake!” You grin as your daughter hurries over to the side of the couch.

You reach over and lift her up to sit on your lap, her teddy bear still tucked under her arm.

“Did you have a good nap?” You ask her and she nods tiredly.

“Daddy’s home,” Her little voice mumbles, fatigue still lacing her tone.

“Yeah, he came home early today,” You smile and Conrad walks around to take up his place on the couch once again.

Him against the arm rest, you against his chest and your daughter in front of you.

“Do you want to look through some photos with us?” Conrad raises his brows at her excitedly and she nods back at him again, her bear tugged tightly to her chest.

“I think you’re in these ones,” You mention and her eyes brighten widely.

Conrad picks up one of the photos and shows her, “Well look who it is!”

—— 1 Year Ago ——

“She’s perfect, darling,” Conrad beams down at the tiny face in front of him, held tightly in your arms and wrapped in a small pink blanket.

“She’s ours,” You whisper in return, leaning against his chest from where he was perched on the edge of your hospital bed.

“I don’t know how you did that,” He laughs quietly, both of you refusing to speak too loudly to disturb the miniature pair of ears.

“I don’t either,” You joke, and he wraps one arm around your shoulders, one of his fingers brushing over her fragile hands.

Before you can say anything else, the door opens and two familiar faces come through. Belly and Jere.

“Hey…” Jeremiah hisses, “They said we were okay to come in.”

“Yeah, come in man,” Conrad grins, standing up to greet them, “It’s so good to see you guys.”

The brothers both grasp each other in a hug that echoes every ounce of pride they shared before Conrad greets Belly with a warm hug too.

“We brought you some presents,” Belly comments, setting down a powder pink gift bag onto the bedside table.

“Thanks guys,” Conrad smiles, taking up his place next to you again.

“So, have you thought of a name for this little one yet?” Jeremiah asks, smiling brightly at both of you.

You exchange a glance with Conrad before nodding at him as if in encouragement for him to say.

“Yeah, actually,” He takes a deep breath, looking down at his daughter, “This is Darcie Susannah Fisher.”

Belly gasps, “Oh, it’s perfect.”

“Darcie Susannah,” Jeremiah repeats, tears building in his eyes, “I… Mom would be so proud.”

Conrad leans down to take the bundle of pink from your arms, holding her cautiously in his grip before turning to his brother, “Well, Uncle Jeremiah, do you want to hold your niece?”

—— Present Day ——

“Who’s that Darcie?” Conrad points at a photo from when she’d first come home, laying with the same teddy bear that she still refused to ever let out of her sight.

“Me!” She exclaims, tapping excitedly at the small face on the photo.

“It is you,” You chuckle in return, “And here’s you with uncle Jeremiah when we took you to the beach.”

She claps at the sight of Jeremiah on the page, who has self proclaimed himself as the favourite uncle.

“Do you want a snack Darcie?” You ask her calmly, holding her in your arms to focus her short attention on you.

Your daughter nods back, her small smile making her look like the spitting image of her father. He always told you that she reminded him of you, but she was almost exactly like her father in your eyes. To everyone else, she was an exact mix of the two - an addition to the two that were meant to find each other.

“I’ll get it,” Conrad assures you, stepping back up from the couch.

“Oh isn’t Daddy good?” You grin at Darcie, tickling under her arms as she laughs under your touch, her giggle echoing in your ears.

Conrad stops in his tracks, looking down at the sight in front of him. His tiny version of perfection in a vast world. You, him, his daughter. This house. This family. This home. This everything. He’s sure he’ll never be happier, but still so sure that this happiness will never fade. This was everything and it always would be.

“Daddy!” Darcie exclaims, making grabby hands towards him.

“What are you doing?” You laugh a little at his frozen state, the way he seems so stopped in his tracks.

“I’m…” He chuckles, “I love you.”

Conrad leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, taking Darcie from your arms and hitching her onto his hip, chattering away to her as the two disappear into the kitchen.

You grin, standing up from the couch with a photo of the three of you in your hands. You rummage through the drawers to find a spare photo frame and slip the photo into place, fixing the clasps around the back before setting the photo frame onto a free place on the fireplace.

Conrad and Darcie come back in, with a small bowl of popcorn for her and a bigger one for you and him.

“What are you doing?” He asks you, setting Darcie down onto her playmat.

You turn around and smile at him, “I love you too.”

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ki-irke · 1 year

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Reader dated Derek in high school and got pregnant. She didn’t find out until after he left for college years later her daughter/son ends up in Seattle grace and mark know or knew

Derek shepherd x fem reader

You left me

Paring: Derek Shepherd x fem!reader

Summary: If you knew, that the father of your daughter is one of the surgeons at Seattle Grace, you would force her to choose another hospital.

Words: 1054

A/N: Sydney is a name for your daughter. I tried, okay?

You had a weird feeling that something was going to happen today.

Your daughter was going to be an intern at Seattle Grace, and it was her important day. Of course, you were a supportive mutter. She was dreaming about being a doctor, so you couldn't stop her.

A long time ago, you wanted to be a doctor too. And you find this man, named Derek, who had a similar dream to you.

You met in your biology lesson in high school. The teacher ordered a change of seats for the start of the new school year, and so Derek Shepherd became your good classmate. You were sitting in the back of the class, so you could chat a lot.

First, you become good friends. You werestudying together, sometimes you were meeting at lunch.

Then, you become somewhat like best friends. You started meeting at home and going out.together, going to a party together.

And finally, you become a classy couple.

Everyone liked you, and they cheered for you. You were happy. Everything was great; you were planning a future together, looking for college and some cute apartments.

And then he just left.

"What do you mean he left?" you asked Mrs. Shepherd, standing with her in their kitchen. She sighed and wiped her tear-stained cheeks. Mr. Shepherd was standing next to her, slowly drinking his alcohol, but he was visibly sad too.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." She passed me the note that Derek left.

'I'm leaving for college. DW about me. Tell y/n that I'm sorry.'

"How could he?" I started, but I stopped and just cried. Mrs. Shepherd moved to me and hugged me, letting me cry. Soon Mr. Shepherd came to us, and we were all just sitting in their kitchen, crying about their son.

And then it started.

Morning sickness, mood swings, and tiredness.

Pregnancy took you by surprise. You didn't want to be a single mom, but you kept the baby.

It was the only thing that kept you alive.

Your parents and Derek's parents helped you out, so you could give birth to a beautiful girl. And because of her, you let go of your medical dream.

And now you were sitting at home, feeling more anxious by the second. Your best friend, Bonnie, was sitting with you. You met her at a "course' for single moms. And it immediately clicked. Her son and your daughter are nowstarting their work as interns at Seattle Grace.

"Something is off, Bonnie," you said, sipping your tee.

"It's because your baby girl didn't text or call you yet." She smirked, looking at you.

"Don't make fun of me. They are at work, and you know how hospitals are."

"Yup. Craaazy," you nooded. "You want something stronger than a tee?"

"You know what? Fuck it," you said, loosening your hair. "Gimmie some beer or whiskey."

"And now it's getting better!"

You are much calmer now. You weren't drunk,

but alcohol kind of calmed you. And you have this amazing idea to come to Seattle Grace and talk to your friends. You knew Bailey, Cally, and most importantly, your other best friend, Mark. He knew you in high school and also knew about your kid. But still, he hadn't told Derek.

"So how's Sydney on her first day?" You asked while giving Mark his coffee.

"She's doing great. Make some new friends, you know."

"That's good. I was kind of scared, to be honest," I said, taking a sip of my coffee. "All morning, I had this weird feeling that something was going to happen."

"Maybe I know what it is," Mark said, stopping in his tracks. "Just don't be mad, okay?"

"Just tell me what it is, Mark."

"Soo," he started, looking at something behind my back. "Derek is here. And now I am taking your daughter."

"He's what?" I asked, a smile dropping from my face. I quickly turned around, just to see that Sydney was really talking to Derek. "He knows?"

"God, no, I'm not like that," he answered loudly, which made Derek turn around. He sent Mark a small smile. Sydney finally noticed me, and when she did, her smile grew bigger. She didn't say a word to Shepherd; she just ran to us.

"Hi mom, hi Mark," I smiled to her.

"Coffee?" She nodded, so I gave her my cup. "Jeez, you look good in that."

Sydney laughed. Derek slowly came to us but didn't say anything. I talked with her for a minute. Well, mostly she was talking. It was good seeing your kid this happy. But then her pager went on, and she sent me a sad look.

"Go, Sydney. You're at work, remember?" I asked, smiling. She nodded and kissed my check, then ran off.

And then there were just you three. You looked at Mark first and then at Derek, and you immediately knew that he recognized you.

"I think someone needs me right now," says Mark, trying to leave. "Yup, definitely someone needs one. Bye, Y/N!" He said he was quickly moving away from us.

"So, hi," Derek said, sending you one of his charming smiles.

"Your smile doesn't work on me anymore. Not after you left me," I said. He said this and ran his hand through his hair.

"Look, I'm sorry—" He started, but I was too angry to let him talk.

"Don't sorry, Derek, you left me with—" You paused. "You left me! We were supposed to go to college together, to get married, and to have a family together, but you just left me and didn't even say goodbye." You said that, feeling the tears in your eyes.

"Y/N, I—" He sighed. "Sydney. She's mine, right?"

"She would be, if you hadn't left me." You said it quietly, rubbing your eyes to wipe away the few tears that had fallen.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm really sorry." He moved and hugged me tightly. "I know it was hard for you, but please, just give me one chance to try to fix this."

"You can't fix it." You said you were moving away from him. "But I can give you one chance. Just one." You added it, making him smile. Still, you smiled slightly.

"Thank God." He moved and kissed your forehead. "I'll fix this, I promise. I'll make a proper family with you".

Maybe his charming smile was still working for you.

#greys anatomy #greys anatomy imagine #derek shepherd x reader #derek shepherd imagine #derek shepard #derek shepherd

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ponderingmoonlight · 7 months

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Prompt #15 with Megumi? Rivals to lovers with happy ending please ♥️

There you go, I'm so so sorry this took so long <3 I hope you still enjoy it, I find it quite hard to write enemies to lovers under 5000 words :D

Opposites attract

Pairing: Megumi x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,3k

Synopsis: Megumi hated you the moment you stepped into Jujutsu High for the first time. As time flies, he always sees himself confronted with you on missions. However, one of these missions makes him rethink his feelings towards you

Warnings: Megumi is an ass from time to time, language

„Why am I here, blindworm?“

There you sit, sloughing on your chair at the classroom, feet stretched out in front of you. Damn, you were taking the best nap of your life when your stupid sensei came storming in and woke you up rudely. He surely wants to send you on another mission – hopefully alone. If you have to work with one of these losers again, you break off.

Especially him.

God, you truly hated Megumi Fushiguro. His quiet way, tall figure and calculating personality. He is quite the opposite of your outspoken, confident and risky self. Maybe that’s why you two don’t get along at all. And maybe that’s the reason why you always end up together. Hopefully not today…

“As charming as ever, I like that. I have a mission for you, (y/n)!”, Gojo cries out in joy.

“Again? I just returned from one. Remember?”

“I remember that you wiped the floor with Megumi’s ass, even though that wasn’t exactly the task”, he replies dryly.

“Yeah, that was fun.”

Both you and Megumi are grade 2 sorcerers while being in your first school year, which means that you can basically carry out missions alone but are happily sent together by Gojo for more complicated matters – much to your chagrin and probably his. So whenever you get the chance to give Megumi a hard time you gladly seize the opportunity.

“Don’t be so rough, I know you have a sweet spot for charming boys like him.”

Oh, you know all too well that your sensei just wants to get on your nerves. But as soon as he mentions positive feelings towards a coward like Megumi, you can’t help but explode.

“Shut up, ew! I have no sweet spot for anybody!”

“Yeah, everyone here knows that”, Megumi’s low voice mumbles behind you.

“You.”

Your voice is shaking in venom while the vein on your forehead threatens to pop out any minute.

“What the hell is that loser doing here?”, you groan, face completely twisted in annoyance.

You just knew it. Seems like it’s Satoru’s favorite job to annoy the shit out of you by always putting the two of you together.

“Come on, give me Panda. Or what about Maki? Some girl-power would be nice. But not that”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“God, you’re so full of yourself. Remember the last time when I saved your puny figure from getting eaten alive by that curse? You’re probably the worst and cruelest person I’ve ever met”, Megumi barks back in annoyance.

“I don’t mind being the villain in your story because you’re a clown in mine, Fushiguro.”

“That was the nicest conversation you two had in a long time, great! Now let’s get to work, I’m sure you’re doing just fine my children!”, Gojo interrupts while hugging you both.

Is there a way out of this madness? Maybe you can pretend you’re sick, too weak to go on a mission. But that’s not your standard and you know that. Giving Megumi the satisfaction of staying at home while he gets beaten up isn’t an option.

“Maybe I’m lucky and you die on me”, you mumble under your breath, storming out of the room faster than Megumi can follow past Yuji who just stares at you in awe.

God, Megumi hates you so much. How can a person be so full of herself? Yes, your abilities are quite outstanding, your curse technique is very good for being a first class student and to be honest you are actually pretty handsome, but the problem is that you are very aware of those facts. And you make no bones rubbing that into everyone’s face – especially his. His stolen glance is set on your back. You do have a really nice figure, feminine curves even though you train several hours a day. Yes, really attractive.

He shakes his head in disbelief. What the hell is he thinking? You are the crappiest person he knows, everything about you is disgusting, he hates you!

“Wow, they really hate each other”, Yuji comments, eyes following the two of you in disbelief.

“No, they don’t. Trust me, this is something completely different. And I love nothing more than teasing that out”, Gojo replies with a cheeky grin.

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“Stop breathing so loud, Fushiguro.”

Kiyotaka can’t help but glance at you in the rearview mirror, too stunned to speak by your nonsensical words. Why does Gojo keep sending the two of you on missions together? The air in the car is so thick that it could be sliced by a katana.

“Rot in hell, (y/n).”

He never heard such cruel words come out of Megumi’s mouth except when you are around.

“I’m already there, you’re here after all”, you bark back.

“Stop fighting you two, we’re almost there.”

Your gaze wanders around the rainy area. Somehow he’s right, you should focus on your mission. The fact that two of you were sent here can only mean that it’s going to get ugly. Once again it’s about a school, once again a lot of young people are dying. You need to stop this madness.

“There you are, I’ll create the curtain now. Good look you two.”

“Skilled people don’t need luck, but maybe it’ll help you Megumi.”

His blood boils in anger, just a glimpse into your stupid pretty faces challenges his self-control all over. Who do you think you are?

“What’s wrong with you? Can you just pull yourself together until we ended this mission? I hate you too, but now we have to work”, Megumi smacks into your direction.

“Always the good boy, such a role model! I want to puke in your face, it makes me fucking sick!”, you challenge him, watching as his facial expression darkens with every word.

“You.”

With a swift motion, you’re trapped against the wall by his body. Your sharp and fast breath hangs in the thick air between you two, the way he pins your wrists against the brick wall makes…sparks fly. You can’t help but notice his striking blue eyes when he glares down at you, the warmth that radiates from his body along with his delicious scent. Fuck, what is wrong with you? Why is your face heating up under his gaze, why does it feel so…good to feel his frame pressed against your own? His lips suddenly look so inviting, so warm and soft. But no, you hate him, you hate Megumi since you first met, he is everything you despise reincarnated in one person. God, he annoys you so badly, you need to get out of his grip, you need to-

“Stop it. I’m serious”, he gasps against your face, lips so close to your own that you can feel his breath brush against your now prickly skin.

Fuck, you see stars. His grip around your wrist tightens, his face is getting closer to yours. Will he…? No, that’s impossible, Megumi hates you with all his heart, he told you over and over again. And you hate him too since the moment you first laid your eyes on him. But why…why do you feel the urge to press your lips against his?

“Or what?”

Your voice is suddenly so soft and vulnerable. God, you look so adorable with that pink blush creeping up your cheeks, lips parted and doe eyes wide open. That desire, that urge to brush his lips against yours seems to become unbearable. Just once, just this one damn time. Just to prove to himself how disgusting you are.

Boom.

It happens faster than any of you can react. The wall behind you explodes and buries you under its rubble.

You are instantly greeted by scorching pain consuming your whole body. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Blood streams down your face like a waterfall, your right leg aches in the most disgusting way imaginable.

“Fuck, are you alright (y/n)?”, Megumi screams, eyes widen in horror.

So much blood. Your whole body seems to be covered in crimson. Even though you’re not screaming or even groaning, he can clearly see the shock creeping up your eyes when realization hits you. But he has to focus on that curse. Yes, he needs to take care of that before he can help you.

You desperately try to free yourself from the debris that threatens to crush your body while Megumi fights off the curse that seems to be responsible for all of this. As usual, his facial expression is dead serious while his little shikigami work for him.

“How bad is it?”, he questions, eyes focused on the monster in front of him.

Your leg feels like burning alive, a little glance at your body is enough for you to realize that you are not well. Maybe even so critical that time is running out for you.

“It’s bad”, you hiss back while pressing your trembling hand against the gash in your thigh.

A few broken ribs, a laceration on the head, here and there some open wounds and abrasions – nothing too serious, you’ll get over that. But the giant gash in your thigh is definitely something else. Your leg was almost completely pierced by an iron rod. Surely that wouldn’t be a problem either if the bar was still in you, but it isn’t. And that’s why you’re bleeding out at the moment.

Finally that curse is gone. Just a look at you is enough to make Megumi turn pale in an instant. You’re sitting in a pool of your own blood, lids hanging heavy in your eyes. His heart skips a beat when realization hits him like a wall. You could die right here if he doesn’t do anything.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here”, he mumbles, hands on their way to grab your body.

“I don’t need your help, Fushiguro”, you growl at him.

“Are you sure? Cause it sure does look like it”, Megumi replies dryly and begins to inspect your wounds.

“If even half of that blood is yours you need to get out of here right now. I’m calling Gojo-sensei.”

“Everything hurts”, you blur out.

The sight of your terrified eyes makes Megumi’s heart sink in his chest. He has never seen you like this. But what’s even worse is the fact that he is so damn worried about you, that the thought of losing you alone makes his breath hitch.

“Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.”

His voice sounds so soft, echoes as sweet as honey in your ear.

“Megumi.”

His strong arms free you from the rest of the rubble above you and lift your numb body off the ground with ease. Your vision slowly but surely begins to get blurry, it gets so hard to keep your tired eyes open.

“What is it, (y/n)?”, he softly asks while maneuvering his shikigami around in order to find the other curses that have to be here.

“I don’t remember a moment where you were so kind to me”, you purr.

“Well, that’s because there wasn’t a single moment where you were so kind to me”, he remarks with a small smile.

“I h-have to say…That…That you’re not…t-that bad.”

Your words are a true mess, so quiet that he has to focus on your low voice in order to understand. But oh you look so lovely, wearing a soft smile on your lips and that tender gleam in your eyes makes his heart skip a beat. Over and over, he told himself that he truly hates you, that you are an evil person that doesn’t deserve his affection. Always keen to hide his stolen glances and the way your sight makes him hold his breath. Your body, your brain, your everything. But seeing you like this, vulnerable laying in his hands, he can’t help but admire you. Admire a woman this strong and independent, a woman who never fears anything.

“You’re pretty okay too I guess”, he replies, hands wrapped tighter around your sagging body.

“How about staying awake for a little longer? I bet you can’t make it until we’re back at Jujutsu High.”

“I bet I will, asshole.”

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“She kept bugging me about telling you that she stayed awake to the end. And that you’re a loser.”

“So she’s fine, that’s great!”, Gojo proclaims and pads Megumi’s shoulder.

It was a close call, he knows it. And that sweet seconds just before the wall behind your back shattered…What was that? Affection? No, no, no. That’s simply not possible. You are the worst person walking on this planet. The thought of you alone makes his gut twist in disgust and heats up his face. You drive him crazy like no other. And the fact that you almost died and were a decent person for one second won’t change that.

“Should have left her there. I’m leaving”, Megumi mumbles and turns away.

Why was he here anyway? Shoko already stitched him up a few hours ago, he has no business being in the hospital wing. “Didn’t you want to visit her, Megumi-chan?”

“I would rather train with you than seeing her. Why would I care about her well-being?”, he remarks quickly.

Gojo and Shoko watch him as he storms out.

“Do they really think they hate each other?”

“Yup”, Gojo confirms.

The fresh air of the evening hits his face with full force. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with him? Why is he feeling this way? He shouldn’t be worried about your well-being, he shouldn’t care at all about the fact that you are injured. After all, you put yourself in that situation. God, he just hates you so much. In his world, there’s no place for positive feelings towards you. But still… He stops in his tracks, eyes glued to the ground.

Why does he want to turn around, to let his feet carry him into the hospital room, to sit beside you? What is it that urges him to at least check on you? Pictures of you flood his mind. Your breathtaking smile, the stunning glimmer in your eyes, the confidence that’s dripping from your sweet voice. Why do you have to be so damn perfect and why the hell is his heart beating so fast by the thought of it alone?

As if in trance, he begins to walk back into the direction of the hospital wing, back where you are. He has to prove to himself how much he hates you just one more time. Just once…

He quietly sneaks past the room where he hears Shoko and Gojo still talking. If you have to stay for the night, you have to be down the corridor on the right. Over and over, he looks over his shoulder. If someone catches him sneaking up on you he might need to burry himself alive. All the jokes, the constant teasing from Gojo about you and him really get on his nerves. Why can’t they see that he fucking hates you?

There it is, the door to you. As noiseless as possible he opens it and gets immediately greeted by your gaze. You almost look surprised when he closes the door behind him again and awkwardly stands in the middle of the room, simply staring at you with his hands in his pockets.

“Didn’t expect you here”, you comment dryly.

“Yeah, I didn’t plan on coming either.”

“Did Shoko tell you that I stayed awake?”

“Sure.”

“And that you’re a loser?”

He gifts you with his most annoyed look.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Listen, there’s something I wanted to tell you in person…”, you begin while nervously fumbling with your fingers.

This catches Megumi off guard. You always know what to say or react. How is it possible that you are jumpy? And to top it off, because of him?

“Why did you save me, Megumi?”

What on earth is going on? He scratches the back of his head, too stunned to speak. Are you serious?

“Just because you think I’m the bad guy doesn’t mean I am a bad guy, y’know”, he mumbles.

You let his words sink in, gaze never leaving his face. The last hours really showed you that Megumi isn’t as bad as you always tried to make yourself believe. He saved you despite all the things you said to him without even blinking, risking his own life to save yours. Maybe…maybe it isn’t even hatred you feel towards him.

But something completely different.

“I will never say this again but…I think you’re my favorite enemy”, you confess quietly with a small smile.

Megumi’s heart stops beating for a second, your sweet words triggering feelings in him he tried so hard to avoid. God, how many nights did he tell himself that you are no good, that he just has to hate you with all his heart? But…Is he really hating you though?

“I can probably give that back”, he mumbles.

For once in his life, Megumi sees nothing but your striking beauty and brain when his gaze meets yours. Maybe, just maybe you aren’t as bad as he thought you are. But why does he feel so strongly towards you? What the hell is wrong with his heart?

“Let me kiss you. Just once. Just to prove myself that I hate you”, he blurts out.

You hold your breath, dopamine, adrenalin and who knows what other hormones pump through your veins and leave you dizzy for a second. You didn’t just hallucinate him saying that, right? The sincerity in his eyes tells you he’s dead serious.

“Sure”, you reply automatically.

With fast steps he crosses the room, now standing in front of you. And then he bends down to your bed, grabs your face and kisses you so passionately that you forget how to breathe for a moment. Your tongue intertwines with his, dancing in the most delicate way while you hold onto his strong shoulders for support. Is this really happening or are you dreaming again? Just a few hours ago, you spat venom at him like every other month before. But this…This feels so much better than constantly insulting him and to pretend that you hate him with all your heart. You realize with all clarity of your intense kiss that you probably never really hated him. No, this feeling his completely different from disgust.

He breaks away from you, panting hard just like you. Your glossy eyes look up to him, hands still resting against his shoulders.

“Yes, I do. I absolutely hate you”, he breathes out.

“I hate you too”, you moan before pulling him close with all force for another passionate kiss.

Maybe, just maybe Megumi Fushiguro isn’t so bad after all.

But just maybe.

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Bonus:

“Oh, (y/n)! Are you feeling any better?”, Yuji shouts at you while waving you over.

“OMG, are you seeing this. Am I dreaming?”, Nobara mutters next to him, completely mesmerized by the sight of you and Megumi.

Are those shikigami? Your hand is intertwined with Megumi’s, the both of you walking next to each other and…smile? Since when exactly are you smiling at Fushiguro?

“What do you mean?...Wait, when the hell did this happen?”

“Megumi, I thought you hate (y/n)!”

“Would you two mind to stop staring at us like that? (y/n) and I are kind of a thing now”, Megumi explains briefly while stopping in front of both of his friends.

“Did he force you into this, (y/n)?”, Nobara whispers in your ear.

You let out a heartfelt laughter, the confusion of your friends matching with your own.

“This might be the worst decision I ever made, but let’s see how it all works out.”

Megumi gives you a reproachful look and squeezes your hand firmer. Oh, even in a relationship, there will always be that small part of him that hates you.

Along with the much bigger part that loves you with all his heart.

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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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YOUR WORKS ARE SO AMAZING IT'S UNREAL, i love how you write for the boys and how you can make it so wholesome and heartwarming without losing their essence and characterization, i don't know how to explain but the vibe of your writing is like being in woodsboro with them, ughhh how can you be so good?!! loll

so, i was wondering if i could request the boys (separately) with a Y/N who loves to spoil them, and i mean it, it doesnt need to be only with payed gifts but she loves to cook for them, to clean, to cuddle and even to dress them up like babies, URGHHH THEY NEED LOVE AND I NEED TO SPOIL THEM OUT OF THEIR MIND

still, remember to take care of yourself and to drink water, feel free to deny!! love uu ❤

First of all this made me so happy you are the sweetest person ever thank you so much 💕 and I absolutely live for the fluffy requests so here ya go!

Billy

"Excuse me!" You shouted politely as you walked through the sea of children with your hands full. The lunch bell had rang, so naturally all hell broke loose. Making your way to the water fountain Billy's eyes seemed to light up at the sight of you. "What is it today?" Randy asked a little disappointed he never got anything. You handed Billy his lunch box while the group of friends waited to see what's inside.

Billy never went without and you made sure of it. There was chicken wraps, grapes, pretzels and a slice of the pie you made him the night previous. "Babe, it's great. Thank you." Billy looked up at you his eyes squinting from the sun. You leaned down pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You're welcome." You chirped setting next to him. "You know Y/n you're supposed to be his girlfriend not his mom." It was a sore subject but Stu never understood how to shut his mouth. Billy turned his head not being able to take the smile off his face. "Yeah and where are your parents Macher?"

Stu laughed. "That's fair man." Billy cut into the pie first taking a bite of the dessert. Before he could even taste the food you asked if he liked it. He nodded trying to quickly chew the food. "It's amazing." He grabbed your hand squeezing it with a smile. Tatum and Sydney thought you and Billy were the cutest couple at Woodsboro. Stu and Randy however had never seen Billy act this way. Everyone in a five mile radius could see you had him wrapped around your finger. You stayed hugged up to Billy's arm as you and him finished his lunch. It was a mandatory rule at this point that if you made him lunch you had to eat with him. Most of the time he quickly ate the dessert leaving you with baby carrots or whatever healthy food you packed him.

"I've got to get back to class I'll see you at my place tonight?" You double checked. "I'll be there." You kissed Billy's cheek before standing up. "Make sure to get the movie before you come over." You reminded him as he smirked wondering what sort of spell you had over him. "What movie are you two love birds watching tonight?" Randy asked as you started walking. "Ghost with Patrick Swayze!" You practically bounced with excitement as you walked back into the building. Oh they were so going to make fun of your boyfriend.

Stu

Stu waited patiently on your couch as you ran off to go grab something. Being in a relationship with you he knew you had something to give him every time he came over. Last week you brought him flowers and he almost cried. He could hear you enter the room. "Keep them closed!" You scolded making the boy scoff. "If I close them any tighter I'll swallow my eyeballs." You took another look at the gift making sure everything was perfect.

"You can open." Stu blinked trying to get rid of the splotches that covered his vision. The silver charm bracelet in your hand caught his attention right away. "That's for me?" He asked picking it up gingerly like he was afraid he'd break it. "Yep. If you look it's got our initials on it like when you carved them on that tree." He grabbed the small heart charm looking at the engraved letters. You watched him struggle to latch it on his wrist so you helped.

"Do you like it?" You bit your lip nervously. Stu would wear rings and a necklace occasionally but he didn't seem like one for bracelets. Stu grabbed you pulling you on the couch. He growled like a dog as he playfully bit your neck. You screamed with laughter as he continued tickling the life out of you. "Do I like it? Of course I like it. Are you crazy? He asked still abusing your sides as you squirmed around laughing. "I'm crazy." He said stopping to let you catch your breath. "Crazy for you." He added making you look at him funny. "That was the sappiest shit I've ever heard you say."

It was pretty bad, Stu agreed with you but he saw the way you got flustered by his words. You cuddled up with him on the couch as he inspected the new piece of jewelry. "This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me." You shook your head. "You say that every week." Stu leaned over kissing the top of your head. "Well you just keep getting better and better."

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Heyy so i have a request since u want some ideas mabye like an elvis x Innocent reader 🤷🏽‍♀️ I mean I don't have that much imagination so whatever u do with it will be brilliant 💕

Oh wow! My first request and I've barely started but this is such a dream request, so thank you!! Here goes nothing, I hope you like it! 🧚 🧚🏻 Masterlist 🧚🏻 word count: 1,503 pairing: elvis presley x f!reader

Ever since you'd been signed to the same label as Elvis, you'd struggled adjusting to the Hollywood lifestyle. You'd found a friend in Elvis though, something you'd never thought you'd say. As soon as he'd met you, he'd been kind, protective and patient with you, when not many people had been. He'd let you spend time in his trailer between takes and rehearsals which you were grateful for, especially since you were having a tough time in media training classes with other new talent that had been signed. The boys and girls in those classes weren't as kind to you as Elvis was, they all came from the Hollywood area, with rich relatives who were higher up in the label, whereas you'd auditioned and came from a pokey little town out in California. You tried your best to fit in but your upbringing just hadn't been the same.

That's where Elvis felt awful protective of you, he'd faced a similar difficulty, growing up in Tupelo all those years ago. He could see the talent and potential in you, not to mention how hard you worked. He didn't want you to face the same hardships he'd had to.

You'd had enough today, you'd been made fun of, yet again by the other guys that were all training to be dancers and stunt guys, and it had all gotten too much. You missed home and everything that came with it. You made a beeline for Elvis' dressing room, keeping your head down because you knew if someone even dared to ask if you were okay, you'd burst into tears. You gently knocked on the door, praying that Elvis was there and hopefully not with his entourage. The door swung open and you were met with Elvis' grin. "Are you busy? I don't wanna bother you." You asked quietly, looking past him to see if he had company.

Elvis moved away from the entrance, making room for you to walk in, "No honey, want to come in?" You nodded, walking into the room that smelt of cigar smoke as he closed the door behind you. "Don't you have your press conference training now little one?" Elvis asked as he went to pour himself a drink. "M'not going." You said grumpily, collapsing down onto the plush couch. "I know it's a drag baby, but you gotta go, I made your Momma a promise that you wouldn't slack on your work." Elvis chuckled, not clocking onto your upset mood yet. "I said I'm not going!" You snapped, your voice cracking a little. You were just so upset at always being left out and feeling like an idiot. Elvis stalled, he hadn't heard you speak like that before, especially not to him. You were an innocent little thing, everyone on set knew it and you would never openly challenge or disobey anyone, whether it was a label executive or one of the catering staff. "Baby, I don't know where you found that goddamn attitude but you best get rid of it right now. I ain't gonna let no little girl talk to me like that." Elvis warned, walking over to you.

The harsh words tipped you over the edge, the last thing you'd wanted was to upset your one friend on set. You were just frustrated and Elvis snapping at you caused you to burst into soft sobs. You covered your face with your hands as you blubbed and Elvis immediately softened, taken aback with concern as he watched you hiccup and cry. "M'sorry," You choked. "I had a b-bad day." You stuttered, tripping on your words as you let out soft cries. "Oh little un', what's happened hm?" He cooed, sitting next to you, placing his hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles as he grabbed some tissues with his other hand to give to you. "I miss home, Elvis," You said quietly, "Everyone at the rehearsals and classes is so mean and they say stuff and I don't know what they mean and um," You paused to sniffle and wipe your pink nose, "They all laugh at me and it's n-not funny." You said as you sat cross legged on the couch, your whole body now facing Elvis. "What are they saying baby?" Elvis asked gently. He wasn't exactly surprised at what you said, you were an easy target, you were sweet, kind and gentle and it was a tough industry, one you weren't exactly made for. "I don't know, I don't understand it." You said quietly, feeling dumb and ashamed. "Can you tell me what they said to you, little?" Elvis encouraged. You paused, taking a wobbly breath, glancing at Elvis who only smiled at you. He never made you feel dumb or stupid, even if you could be at times, a bit naive. "They a-asked me if I 'give a head' or if I ever have done and I said I don't know w-what that means, because I don't!" You said, tearily. "A-and they all laughed at me and they wouldn't tell me and I don't know what they mean and it's really confusing." You said, quietly trailing off. Elvis felt his blood boil. He knew he was protective of you, the baby in front of him, everyone knew he was and maybe he was overprotective at times but how could he not be when this would happen to you? In front of him was the sweetest little girl and whilst Elvis would never call you dumb, even if other people might, he knew you were just innocent and inexperienced and definitely someone that somebody with bad intentions could take advantage of easily. It made Elvis, rightly or wrongly, want to protect you and take care of you in the way that he saw fit and that way was to preserve your innocence. If Elvis could have his way, he'd take you away from all of this sin and misdemeanour, all the way to his home, Graceland, where he would let you stay and do everything you loved without the stress and pressure of working this gruelling schedule. "Who said this to you?" Elvis said sternly. "It's all of them Elvis, i-it's just confusing." You hiccuped. "I want a name, Y/N." Elvis said as you glanced up at him through wet lashes. "Paulie Matthews." You mumbled softly. "Are you gonna make me go back to rehearsal?" You asked meekly. "No honey, you're gonna stay right here, with me." As soon as Elvis said that, it was as if a visible weight had lifted from your shoulders. Elvis knew the press team would be angry at the lack of your attendance but he had enough power that no-one would question it.

"Elvis?" "Yes, little one?" Elvis said, gently pushing back some hair that had fallen in front of your face. "What does 'give a head' mean?" Your brows furrowed together and cocked your head to the side with confusion and curiousity. Elvis breathed a heavy sigh at your question and the innocence in the way that you said it, before the door burst open with laughter and chatter, making you jump slightly. Elvis rubbed your back soothingly straight away to try and calm you. It was Jerry, Red, and the rest of the Mafia, chatting after their outing to the local steakhouse. "What have I told you about goddamn knockin'?" Elvis barked furiously. The guys all apologised, insisting that Elvis just needed to hear this story about how Red had pulled a waitress and got a free steak out of it, none of them paying any attention to you, the sweet thing, sat near Elvis. As the bustling continued, Elvis noticed you shuffled a little closer to him.

You were visibly overwhelmed at all the men and the commotion. "You okay baby?" Elvis whispered to you softly. You chewed your lip feverishly. "Want to stay by my side and keep me company?" He offered, in a sweet and gentle tone. You nodded almost instantly, making Elvis smile down at you. "C'mere sweetheart." He nodded. You nestled into his side as he led his arm across the back of the couch, allowing you to perfectly slot in next to him. Elvis pet your hair and placed a tender kiss atop your head, as your wobbly breathing evened out. "Elvis?" You whispered. Elvis hummed in response, lowering his head so you could whisper in his ear cutely. You leaned up a little, putting your hand by your mouth so no one could see or hear what you were whispering. "Do ya think the guys might know what 'give a head' means? Should I ask them?" You asked before moving back a little so you could study his face. Elvis laughed a little at you, he couldn't help but adore how sweet and innocent you were. "No baby, I'll show you later, you just relax now pretty girl." Elvis smiled. You smiled back, feeling relieved that you could always be yourself around the most famous man in the world.

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Cauldron Boil Me

ship: Sirius Black x Reader type: angst word count: 2,8k warnings: none request: @dreamingofmarauders Don't really have a concrete idea but perhaps a Slytherin reader, where she puts up a very rude and cold front, and Sirius is always picking fights with her. One day, he pulls a prank on her, but she was already stressed since she would get branded as a Death Eater when she would go home for the holidays, and she just snaps and cries, unintentionally blurting out what she is going through. Sirius feels bad and just please give it a happy ending! (Only if you want to write the request though)

"Filthy little mudblood."

You send your friend a glower, grinding your teeth so hard, your jaw starts to ache.

It is already bad enough that you and Sirius Black are potions partners, you don’t need your house mate, Evan Rosier, and childhood best friend to insult young Hufflepuffs on your way to the potions room.

Evan either ignores your glower, or he really did not notice, but he just keeps on walking, rather casually strolling through the corridors of Hogwarts. "Are we going to Hogsmead this weekend?" Sofie pops up out of nowhere, she is your best friend, shares a dorm room with you, and you every little secret. So, she technically also knows how you feel about Sirius and what might happen in the summer holidays, but these are all problems for future you, not something you want to be thinking about now.

"I think—"

"It is a great idea. We could go to the Three Broomsticks?" It is Mulciber who makes the suggestion and is immediately supported by Bertram Aubrey and Alecto Carrow.

You only shrug, not really in the mood to go to Hogsmead, knowing how dangerous it could be, and all in all you are not really motivated to do things these days. But you also don't want to let down your friends, and so you somehow have to agree.

"Yeah, why not," you say after Sofie nudges you with her elbow.

"I will be fun," she hums, smiling at you from the side. She wants to distract you, hoping to bring the smile back onto your face these dark times have stolen from you.

You try hard to avoid the groan from bursting out of you when you walk into the Potions classroom and the first thing you see is Sirius Black, the brightest star in the sky and the thickest idiot Hogwarts has ever seen. He is balancing his chair, leaned backwards, his arms stretched wide, holding onto the desk and the back of your chair.

"Good morning, my favourite little snake." Sirius grins, from one ear to the other. But it is not the sort of kind grin, it is wicked, almost a little gleeful and you already feel like slapping him. But obviously you don't do it, you are not a violent person.

You simply ignore him, grab the back of your chair, careful not to touch him and pull it backwards.

"Grumpy this morning?" he comments, and you decide to ignore him again.

"Got up on the wrong foot this morning? What is the problem? You always have a lovely comeback—"

"You are the problem." You turn to him, frowning. "And your face is."

"Because I look so incredibly dashing and stunning?" He wiggles his brows.

"Because you are even uglier than the large squid in the Black Lake."

Sirius dramatically folds a hand over his heat and gasps. "Ouch, that hurt."

"Good if your ego is a little harmed, it got too big for your body anyway." You sneer, and then turn away from him, focussing back on the front of the glass where now your teacher, professor Broomscattle, who already prepares everything for the lesson ahead.

When everyone calms down, and also your anger about Mr Black settles, you relax back in your chair and turn your whole focus onto your Potions teacher.

"Good morning, class, today you and your partners will be brewing a wonderful potion."

He opens his book, closes it, opens it again and flicks through the pages, a testament to his already starting forgetfulness and confusion. "Today we will be working on the Fire Protection Potion, also known as the…"

You rhand shoots into the air and when the professor calls your name you answer immediately. "Ice Potion."

"Amazing, five points to Slytherin."

You smile happily, at least something that is going well. But the smile immediately vanishes from your face again.

"Swot," Sirius comments and you kick your leg out, hoping to hit is shin. When he yelps, you grin in triumph.

"At least I am not as thick as a brick."

Sirius throws you a fake grin, but you are both ripped out of your bickering when the professor loudly announces that you should start brewing now. And so, cauldrons start to bubble, mist rises from the bubbling liquids and shadows are casted upon the castle's walls.

"You need to slice the brusting mushrooms, Sirius, not crunch them," you retort, and instead of arguing back he really follows your orders, but chuckles. "Alright, captain, so bossy," he mumbles under his breath, but once again you decide to ignore him.

Just like the cauldron in front of you does, so does Sirius make your blood boil. He enrages you, his sheer presence does. And your tiny little crush on him, which some happened totally on accident and without you being fond of it, does not make it any better.

"Clockwise. You need to stir clockwise, smartass." Sirius leans over you and the cauldron, his brow raised.

"Now who is the swot."

"Still the teacher's pet who earned herself house points moments ago."

"I dislike you so much," you seethe, stirring the liquid with more fore, it nearly swaps over the edges.

Sirius grins and small laugh escapes him. And despite him looking hella amused, some unreadable emotion that almost edges onto hurt passes over his face.

Next up, after the liquid turned blue, you add salamander blood and this time stir it anti-clockwise. "Anti-clockwise now," you tell Sirius, holding his gaze. "So, our smartass is happy." Your voice drips with sarcasm.

"Very happy, brewing potions with the person who loathes me the most in all of Hogwarts."

"That is not true!" you snap and want to cover your quick mouth with your hand. It is really not true, but…ugh, you curse yourself and quickly say, "I am sure there are many more who hate you even more than I do."

"Snivellus?"

"Severus!" Your voice drips with anger…you don't like Snape that much, but you hate that everyone is always mocking him, and bullying him. He does not deserve it, not at all.

Sirius coos, "Aww, are you two dating. Are you sneaking away to kiss secretly? The slimy git and his little snake."

You throw your head back and groan. "Shut up, Sirius, honestly. Or I'll hex you."

The potion in front of you has turned green by then which tells you it is time to at the crushed Wartcap powder and once again stir it clockwise until it turns red.

The air between you, enhanced by the high humidity and scent of potions, is thick. You are both walking on thin ice, and yet Sirius once again wears his usual mischievous grin. Stupid, silly Sirius Black grin…

"Y/l/N, remind me again why I got stuck with you as a partner. Honestly, I would rather brew with a three-headed dog."

"First and last time that I will agree with you, Black." You narrow your eyes at him, watching how his eyes sparkle at what you said. "But I think you are stuck with me, because it might be your one chance to pass this school year, we all know that in your brain there is not much except for hot air."

Sirius chuckles under his breath. "Well, Y/N, you might discover I'm a natural at this. I am smart, brilliant, intelligent, absolutely handsome looking. I don't need you to help me get good grades, but maybe you need my help?"

"You forgot one thing about yourself." You sneer. "You are also incredibly…insufferable."

In all honesty, you just want to be left alone. Your whole life is already so much to deal with, you don't want to spend your lessons bantering with Sirius. You don't want to think about him at all. You have a crush on him yes, but you are also very aware that nothing will ever happen between the two of you. It is not possible, he is all good and anti-Death Eaters, anti-Slytherin, despite his little brother being in the house. But you are…you are also anti-Death Eaters, anti-Voldemort, anti-war, but you can't escape your family's beliefs. It is not so easy for you. You are trapped and you have no choice. It hurts.

Despite the relentless banter with him, you manage to add all the ingredients together, though with a great deal of unnecessary shoving and bickering. The cauldron bubbles and releases a puff of smoke, making both of you cough.

"Well, done, you are getting us both in detention," Sirius grumbles, acting like it is your fault that the cauldron or potion just did that. You frown, then throw him a glower. "You don't have to talk, you are practically a walking detention. Wouldn't be anything new for you," you retort, your irritation evident in your voice.

You keep on mixing and brewing, silence stretching out between you.

Just as the tension between you and Sirius seems to be easing, he can't resist one last opportunity to stir the pot — or cauldron…

You both stand there, looking at your potion, he slyly waves his wand below the desk and mutters a spell under his breath. Suddenly, the potion changes colour, and bubbles vividly, frothing splashing and flowing over the edges and all over you. You cloak is stained in more than one colour, the liquid slowly trickling down.

Your jaw drops in disbelief, and you can feel your cheeks heat up with anger. "Sirius Black, what have you done?" you demand, voice tinged with fury.

Sirius bursts into laughter, his shoulders shaking. He did not expect the potion to blow up like this, but…

"Relax, Y/N, it's just a bit of fun. You look amazing by the way!"

You glare at him, your fists clenched at your sides. "Fun? This is an important assignment!"

Irritation burns through your veins and you feel how tears start to burn behind your eyes.

You only have school, you only have school were your work is appreciated, where you are seen. And now Sirius messed everything up.

"Relax, it's just fun." He grins but it vanishes immediately when he sees the hurt in your eyes.

"No, it is not. Not always is everything fun!"

You push off the desk, turn and sprint away, desperately wanting to get away so no one can see the tears now flowing out of your eyes.

It was just a silly prank…but it is too much. Everything is too much and this was now the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Unbeknownst to you, Sirius is following after you, not minding at all that your Potions professor is shouting after you, telling you to come back. You don't hear it over the blood rushing in your ears, Sirius simply does not care — there are more important things to deal with now.

Tears of frustration and anger blur your vision, as you try to escape from…everything.

You run through the corridors, not really sure where you're going. The weight of everything—Voldemort's looming threat, the pressure of being in Slytherin during these turbulent times, your parents and the whole situation at home and now this stupid, this absolutely idiotic, prank—feels like everything is going to crush you. You find an empty classroom and slump down in a chair, burying your face in your hands, sobbing.

You're crying, and you can't make it stop. It's all just too much, and you feel utterly alone. You don't even realise how much time has passed when you hear the door creak open. Startled, and with read puffy eyes and ragged breaths leaving you, you look up and find Sirius Black standing in the door frame.

"Hey," he says softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

"Hey?!" you blurt out and wipe away some burning tears with the back of your hand.

He startles, taken aback by your sharp tone. His expression — actually his whole demeanour crumbles— and he takes more steps towards you.

"Leave! What do you even want here?" you mutter, your voice cracking.

Sirius takes a step closer, his expression serious. "I didn't mean for it to go this far. I didn't want to upset you like this. I did not think you would react in this way, it was a silly prank."

You can't help but feel a bit surprised by his sincerity. A lot actually. This is not like him. You've never seen him like that ever before.

You expected him to make fun of you or taunt you further. Instead, he seems genuinely apologetic…

You are torn…should you tell him why you reacted like that? Curse him? Shout at him? Make him leave?

You don't know and you struggle a lot. You wipe away more tears and sniff.

And decide to finally open up a little. You have to tell someone at some point, why not him? Well, there are many reasons for why not him, but the situation is quite fortunate. And he comes from a pure blood family but is against blood purity, he might understand better than some others.

"It's not just about the prank, Sirius. It's everything. The current situation, Voldemort, the Death Eaters, my parents… It's all so overwhelming, and I don't know how to handle it."

Sirius pulls out the chair next to you and takes a seat, his gaze fixed on yours. "I get it," he says quietly. "It's scary. It's all too much for anyone at this moment I think. But you don't have to do it alone."

You look at him, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity, for the normal taunting and teasing glimmer in them. But all you find is warmth and understanding, empathy. It's a side of Sirius you've rarely seen — never actually.

"I just... I don't know who to trust anymore," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "Everyone is acting suspicious…Everyone starts to hide things. I don't feel happy anywhere anymore. Except for school and then in school…this stupid prank."

Sirius reaches out and gently places a hand on yours. "I am so sorry," he says, his voice soft but resolute. "This was so idiotic."§

You swallow, the warmth of his palm somehow so soothing and lovely.

Sirius breathes out a long exhale, and throws his head back, dark curls shifting with the movement. "Good Godrick, I care about you. I care about what happens to you. I know it might not seem like it, has never seemed like it, but I really do."

Tears dwell in your eyes again, but this time, they're not tears of sadness. Somehow they are tears of gratitude. For his kind words and the showing you a side of him, he never lets anyone see. You never expected this side of Sirius Black, and it's both surprising and comforting.

"Maybe I also don't hate you as much as it might seem." You meet his gaze again, locking.

"You might think I am crazy about what I will say next…" His thumb strokes over the back of your hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I like you, you know," Sirius says, his voice almost a whisper. "I mean, I really like you. More than just a friend."

Your heart skips a beat, and you can feel your cheeks flush. Your eyes widen in surprise. "You do?"

Sirius nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I do. And I know it's a crazy time to say it, but I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. You know, I am a little impulsive, sorry if that was too straightforward."

You can't help but smile back at him, despite your tears. In this moment, the world outside seems to fade away, and it's just the two of you in that empty classroom.

"This might sound even more crazy, but I like you too, Sirius," you admit, your voice filled with honesty. "More than just a friend. Except for the one moment earlier, I really despised you then."

He grins, and without warning, he pulls you into a warm, comforting hug. You bury your face in his chest, feeling safe and cared for in his arms. It's a strange and unexpected turn of events, but maybe, just maybe, there's a glimmer of hope in the darkest of times.

"I am still sorry, and I promise to never ever do something like that again." His hand strokes over your back and you find yourself nodding against his chest.

"Alright," you whisper, a single tear sliding down your cheek. "Alright. Apology accepted."

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Bumps Along the way

Chapter 5: Dreaming out loud

Larissa x Shapeshifter!Reader Pregnant!Reader Pregnant!Larissa

Warnings: Pregnancy struggles, Pregnancy/childbirth, Miscarriages, Mental illness, Swears or curses, Infant Death, Stillborn, PTSD, Panic attacks, Near death experience, Mentions of birth and physical exams, vomiting, Adoption, Parental Abandonment

A/N: This story is going to be heavy. It deals with real-life situations that most don’t understand the pain of. 1 in 4 women will experience this in their lifetime. Remember, you don’t know everyone's history.

Chapter 5: Dreaming out loud

Larissa was sitting at her desk swimming in work and feeling the weight of everything on her shoulders, not to mention the morning sickness was in full swing. To anyone walking in they would never know that there was a bin between her legs just in case her stomach decided to revolt for the third time that day. She was miserable, and as if on cue after your 2nd class of the day you walked into her office with a cup of ginger mint tea to ease her stomach. “Darling, are you okay?” You gently ask as you hand her the mug of tea and start massaging her sore and tight shoulders. Sitting back in her chair, Larissa’s eyes flutter shut for a beautiful moment as she relaxes. After spending some time with her before your next class, you let her know that you’ll be back after your lunch duty is done since the rest of your day is just planning periods due to the seniors being on a class trip.

After you meet up with Marylin for your lunch rotation, you knock twice on Larissa’s office door before stepping inside. Seeing that it was only you she sighed with relief and stayed where she was. “Hello my love” you said quietly seeing her sitting on her sofa with her heels off and her feet up. What you didn’t expect was the dark haired girl sitting in her lap, being gently rocked by her. Wednesday looked at Larissa like a mother to her, and sometimes she would show up randomly at your house or in Larissa’s office. Letting her guard down where she was safe and knew her mask could come off for a while. Today was no different, it was a bad day. Some students made fun of her and one of them in chemistry had snipped off part of her plait. It was devastating to her, and being autistic her walls fell and the string snapped. Wednesday went on a screaming rampage and had a full meltdown. She never lost control, but today she did and the knife dropped hard. Larissa had to carry her out, she after getting back to the office tried to use her fists to fight off the headmaster. This failed rather quickly as the blond was quick to gently restrain her and pull her into a hug with deep and firm pressure, effectively calming the raven down. Wednesday let her mask down with three people and three people only. Enid, Larissa and of course you.

“She cut her forehead a bit, would you mind grabbing the first aid kit?” Larissa asked you gently, keeping her tone soft and light. You nodded and came back sitting on the edge of the sofa. Seeing Wednesday look up at you, you smiled and moved her bangs out of the way. She stiffened in Larissa’s arms, but as soon as the headmistress started rubbing her back with her nails gently she relaxed and let you clean and put butterfly bandages on her cut. “Darling girl, I want you to come stay at our house tonight. I want to check on that head of yours later and I think you could use some down time, hmm?” Larissa said sweetly as if she read your mind. “I think that would be best dear.” You confirmed, you loved seeing her like this. She had such a nurturing way with the kids and could even break down the hardest walls.

Wednesday was very out of it, exhausted by the events of the day. “Wednesday honey, do you think you could sit on Larissa’s lap and I can fix your hair?” “NO!” Wednesday cried looking up to the blond with big wide eyes. “Honey, we need to fix it so it's even, I promise not to cut more than absolutely necessary.” Wednesday shook her head violently and burrowed into Larissa’s chest. “Careful honey.” She warned, moving the girl's elbow from her stomach. “Mama does it.” Wednesday said just barely above a whisper. Larissa’s blue eyes found yours and you could see she was trying not to cry. “That’s okay Wens, Mama can do it. Do you want to sit with me while she does?” She shook her head and reached out to you. Getting the shears from her desk and a comb from her purse Larissa came back over to you two. She gently undid Wednesday’s plaits and started to trim the bits of hair that were chopped. In all it was only a few inches, but still traumatic to the raven. “There darling, all done. Do you want me to rebraid it for you?” Larissa's voice was soft. Wednesday nodded and wiped a few tears away. Larissa parted her hair and put two braids in place. As soon as she was done Wednesday turned and went right back to Larissa's lap.

“I think it's time to go home sweet girl.” You whispered softly, picking up her book bag and Larissa's purse. After getting everything together the three of you headed back to your cottage. “Wednesday, why don’t we get you something comfy to wear.” Larissa says and goes to the bedroom to pull out a large t-shirt for the girl and a pair of sweats. Once she gets the raven settled you and Larissa both change into comfy clothes as well. Wednesday sits on the sofa while we cook dinner mindlessly working around each other. Unbeknownst to us Wednesday came into the kitchen just in time to see Larissa cradle her bump as she stirred the pasta sauce. “You’re Pregnant?” Wednesday says in a low tone with almost a hint of hurt in her voice. Larissa freezes for a moment and smiles. “Yes little raven, I am.” Larissa puts the spoon down and turns with her arms out to Wednesday.

The dark haired girl takes a few steps and then breaks down in her arms crying. “darling what’s the matter?” The British blond says gently stroking her hair. “You’ll be too busy for me.” She says almost barely a whisper. “Oh my love, Muma and I will always have time for you, you’re family sweet viper.” You say softly. The smaller girl nods and heads for the table as you start to plate up dinner. After the pasta was eaten and a warm mug of cocoa by the fire was had, the three of you started to retire for bed. Larissa handed Wednesday 2 white pills and a glass of water. Once she was done you had assumed she went off to the guest room that contained a few of her comfort items while you and Larissa went to your bathroom to do your skincare and brush your teeth. As you turned to go tuck the raven in you giggled and stopped in your tracks, the blond following suit. Wednesday was fast asleep in the middle of your king size bed, curled up with her soft black weighted blanket. Not wanting to disturb her nor upset her you both climbed into bed and pulled the covers up falling asleep.

Waking up in the morning you both knew you needed to have a conversation with the girl. Larissa brought in three cups of warm English tea with honey and sat down. Wednesday was now awake too, but cuddled up to your chest. “Wednesday darling” Larissa says sweetly handing the cups to you and Wednesday. “Can I ask you a few questions?” She continues gently. The dark haired girl nods her head but stays quiet. “Do you feel safe at home Wednesday? And I don’t just mean physically, but mentally is it a safe place for you to be you?” She asks calmly, but in a gentle manner. Wednesday shakes her head and looks down for a moment before answering. “Yes and no… I know I am different, but Maman says it's just for attention. She doesn’t understand. I know I’m autistic, so I try to hide it because at home it's not allowed.”

Larissa is trying to keep her anger in check desperately, she is beyond upset that her old friend would make her daughter feel this way. “Darling, you don’t have to hide who you are to anyone. You are special because you are you. I understand what it feels like to be an outcast among outcasts, but here you are safe to just be you.” Wednesday snuggles closer into Larissa’s side. “Maman, uses unusual punishments to “Correct my behavior” as she calls it. Food control, forced visions, and other things I'd rather not talk about right now…” Her voice is timid and if looks could kill Morticia would be dead right now if she was in sight. Larissa’s Muma Bear side has come out and you are struggling to keep your own anger in check.

“Darling, what can we do to help?” You ask softly, slowly undoing her messy braids and running your fingers through her hair, which she won't admit, but truly loves. “Am I old enough to decide where I want to live? I mean, I love it at the school, but with the never ending nightmares and the visions Maman sends me, I don’t feel safe in our dorm anymore. Can… Can I stay here?” Your heart beats a bit in your chest and so does Larissa’s. One glance at each other and your minds were made up. “Darling I will broach the situation to the school board, and have a well worded conversation with your parents, but I don’t see any harm in you living with us. We are your parents too, and we love you darling Wednesday.” The little raven nods her head and burrows her face into Larissa’s neck.

This is a side that you and Larissa have never seen from your troublemaker student, Wednesday was allowing herself to be vulnerable. She was always so put together, her walls built up and strong. Face stern with determination, and rock solid always. This young girl was broken, and so love starved. She desperately needed a foundation to lean on and it was obvious that she didn’t have it. While Morticia and Gomez were good people, it was obvious now that their parenting skills were lacking when it came to the child that demanded their attention to cope with her disabilities, but could never get it. So she built walls so high around herself that now you both were sure she couldn’t even find a way over.

After a while of calming down, Larissa excused herself to run back to the school to retrieve her laptop while Wednesday helped you cook dinner. Her actual motive though was something completely different. Locking her office door behind her she sat down at her desk and pulled out a crystal ball from her office drawer. Lighting the four candles she waved her hand over the top and spoke firmly. “I call forth Morticia Addams.” She sat back and waited as the ball swirled with purple and blue clouds.

“Larissa? Is everything okay?” The dove spoke as though she wasn’t waiting for this call. “Cut the bullshit Tish. I think we both know why I’m calling you this late.” Larissa was firm and strong in her voice, not wanting to have a petty conversation. Morticia sighed, knowing this was coming. “What stories has she told you now Lars?” “Stories, that’s what we are calling them? You have always been so obstinate Tish. Look, we are friends, but I have to ask. What the actual fuck. Your daughter is autistic and struggling and you decide that it is just Attention seeking? Your daughter is in a crisis and you couldn’t be bothered because she’s what. Different?” Larissa was seconds from losing her cool, calm collected demeanor. “Don’t even start with me Larissa. She is not autistic, she is a troublemaker. And while I love her, I won't stand for blatant disobedience. We have no problems with our dear Pugsley, Wednesday is just playing you.” Larissa scoffs loudly and has to fight back a sarcastic laugh.

“Fine if she is such a problem, then sign custody over to me until she is of age. I won't keep her from you, but I will take the responsibility of her and she can decide if she wants time with you and I will make sure she is taken care of.” Larissa knew it was a play on words, but she wasn’t budging. She was not going to let Wednesday suffer due to her old friend being a shitty mother because her daughter wasn’t exactly like her. “Excuse me?” Morticia says in a rather nasty tone. “You heard me perfectly clear Morticia.” Rolling her eyes the dove pinches the bridge of her nose. “You know what, fine. We will let Wednesday choose. You want to be her mother so bad, fine. Watch how fast she comes crawling back and away from you.” Larissa had never heard this much venom come from her old roommate. “Deal, I’ll send the paperwork over to you tomorrow morning. Have a good evening Morticia. Oh and please refrain from sending wicked visions to our dear Wednesday.” With a sweet customer service smile Larissa ended the call by blowing out the candles. The blond took a moment to catch her breath and let out the sigh of frustration she was holding onto. Putting everything away she reached into her filing cabinet and pulled out a stack of paperwork and put it in a folder to take home with her. She grabbed her things and headed back to the cottage, visibly worn from the conversation she had and feeling the day start to wear on her shoulders. As she walked back from the school to the place you called home to ran her hand soothingly over her bump. “Little one, your life is going to be so crazy… and so full of love.” Continuing down the path she made it back with a smile on her face and kicked off her shoes and jacket.

”I’m back my loves.” The blond Britt called out sweetly, making you poke your head around the kitchen door. “Just in time, we are putting dinner on the table now love” you said as you gave her a sweet kiss and one on her belly for good measure. Wednesday walked out just in time to roll her eyes in mock disgust before actually giggling. “You two are so cute it actually makes me nauseous.” Wednesday said and walked over to give Larissa a hug. “I’m glad you’re back.” She said in a whisper, Larissa ran her fingers through the girls hair and hugged her back leaving a kiss on her head as they broke their hug. The three sat down at the table to enjoy their dinner, Wednesday and Larissa went to reach for the salad tongs at the same time and as their hands touched Wednesday’s head was thrown back into a vision. At the same time Larissa hissed in pain and clutched at her swollen abdomen. “Riss!” You yelled immediately torn on what to do. “Get her, I'll be okay! She might hit her head again!” Larissa called as she backed away a bit from the table to breath through the sharp pain.

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rin-fukuroi · 5 months

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 [𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠]

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Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: Dan Heng x fem!reader

Warnings: school AU, just fluff.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Eve - 遊生夢死

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

I usually don't like to write smth like this, but I made an exception by writing this work once as a bday present for my dear friend. I still think I'm not very good at feeling this character, but I hope it's not too noticeable XD

You remember exactly when it started. You remember perfectly well when your life became so unstable and restless, but happy and saturated, as if filled with bright colors for the first time.

One look. Two words that planted a feeling in your chest that could be awakened by a man who barely decided to take the first step, which he will never regret.

✧ ✧ ✧

Thoughtlessly tracing the margins in your notebook with a pencil, you get bored, yawning quietly at the last desk in the middle row. The office is filled with the tired voice of the teacher and the quiet whisper of your classmates, who can't wait to go home. Raindrops patter softly on the windows, making you even more sleepy.

Today is your birthday. How ironic that it was on this day that the sky cried from the moment you stepped outside the school.

At least you'll be able to come home soon and get some sleep.

Your gaze lazily rose to the gray clouds. For some reason, no one around seemed to care about writing a synopsis or the raging elements outside the window. This day could have been much more intense if you had friends, right? Perhaps so. But you've always been comfortable being alone. Being alone also has its charms. You are always focused on your own thoughts, not filling your head with unnecessary meaningless chatter. Yes, from the outside, friendly communication really looked quite fun, but is it really necessary if now it seems to you that everything is in its place?

You sigh softly, about to return to your notes, when your gaze catches on another bored figure by the window. Exactly. There was always someone in the class who seemed like a kind of kindred spirit to you. For sure, Dan Heng thought about his life the same way you did. You've never seen him smiling cheerfully in the company of classmates. His gaze is just as extinguished, directed at the gloomy sky. Funny… You didn't pay much attention to him, but whenever this guy came into your field of vision, he looked like your reflection.

Although you can't even remember what his voice sounds like.

This does not mean that you never had the desire to talk to him, but you often found him reading another book or leaving school alone with headphones on. Perhaps these are just excuses for your self-doubt, but you sincerely believed that your company would be superfluous for him. Dan Heng always looks so cold, detached, but he doesn't seem to be bothered by the lack of any connection with society.

Just like you.

Hmm… if you think about it, he could have been quite popular with girls if he had been more sociable. His hair always looks so well groomed. Slightly curly short black strands gently shimmer even in the dim sunlight, barely breaking through dense clouds, contrasting against the background of bright turquoise eyes. Aristocratically pale skin and pleasant facial features. Yes, Dan Heng can definitely be called handsome. Maybe he's even your type.

Although, how do you know what your taste in guys is, because you've never fallen in love.

But when those expressive sea-green eyes meet yours, for some reason my heart feels so restless in my chest. Is it out of fear that you seem to have been staring at Dan Heng for a while so obviously that you even managed to get his attention? Yes, but… it was like there was something else.

You look away, burying your face even more in the palm of your hand propping up your head, turning back to your notebook. It was probably the first time you made eye contact with him. What is this feeling? Somehow… It's restless.

You flinch when you finally hear the loud sound of a life-saving bell, knocking you out of your embarrassing thoughts. It must have been so long since you talked to anyone but your parents that even such a small thing could throw you into confusion.

You hurriedly gather your things from the table, scooping them into a bag before heading for the exit, following the crowd that has already managed to run out into the corridor, when a strange hand of the man behind lands on your desk, enclosing you between his body and a chair.

«Wh-what?..»

You turn around uncertainly, facing the chest of a guy with an indifferent expression on his face. The fright on your face is gradually replaced by complete puzzlement.

— D-Dan Heng? Something happened? — has your voice always sounded so quiet or just this time?

— Did you bring an umbrella today?

— Huh? An umbrella? — your eyes widen with even more shock when two things put you in a stupor at once. This is a Tribute to Heng. He's talking to you right now. And asks… About the umbrella?! You're hardly sure you've ever heard his voice, but what he said now seems absolutely absurd.

— It's raining outside. I saw you looking out the window and thought you might not have brought an umbrella.

— Oh, that's right… Um… — you're nervously going over all the memories in your head up to the moment you left the house. And really…

Your thoughtful look, replaced by confusion, said more to Dan Heng than your tongue was able to utter now.

— We live not far from each other. I spend.

✧ ✧ ✧

«What's going on?!»

You awkwardly huddle with a silent classmate under an umbrella as you walk steadily in complete silence to the sound of raindrops hitting the asphalt. There are so many questions in your head that you would like to ask, but for some reason the words get stuck deep in your throat. How the hell does he know where you live? Why did I come up to you with such a strange offer in the first place? Why today?

There must have been some truth in the rumors that Dan Heng was a strange guy who didn't walk around the classroom quietly enough.

You give the guy short glances, having time to notice how calm he looks in such a situation. The same as always. You also notice how his shoulder gets wet from the incessant rain while he holds an umbrella over your figure, which is moving further away from him.

How embarrassing is this… You are gradually approaching Dan Heng, feeling the heat tingle your cheeks even under the cool breeze. It's just to avoid feeling guilty. No more than that.

The longer the silence hung over you, the more clearly your heart was throbbing somewhere in your ears, making you even more nervous. Are you so uncomfortable just because it's practically a stranger to you, or is it because it's Dan Heng?

Your eyes light up when the fence of your house is visible on the horizon. You can finally get through this stress alone.

— Um… we're here.

You both stop, and a short sigh leaves Dan Heng's chest, giving you an unreadable look from top to bottom. You've never thought about how much taller he is than you, but now it seemed like you were nothing more than a scared kitten cowering at his feet.

— Yes. Then… Till tomorrow.

Dan Heng's lips pursed up, and his gaze was blunted somewhere in the asphalt under his feet, which made you relax a little. Ah… he's probably embarrassed too, because you really look alike. It is unlikely that Dan Heng is used to communicating with anyone. He gives the impression of a man who voluntarily chose solitude, but for some reason he exudes sadness, the nature of which you cannot understand. You wanted to ask why he decided to accompany you, why today… But you just nod, grabbing the strap of your bag, hurriedly running to the door.

— Y/N!

For some reason, you were almost sure that this was not the end. Exactly… It wasn't sadness.

You turn around, meeting Dan Heng's furrowed brows, flushed cheeks and sparkling turquoise eyes as he tightens his grip on the umbrella in his hand, looking at you, seeming to carefully consider what he wants to say.

— Happy birthday…

— Huh? — it seemed to you that your heart turned over in your chest, pausing for those few moments that felt like an eternity while you stared into Dan Heng's deep eyes. In these quiet waves, which shimmer with soft ripples in his eyes, you can read tenderness, awe, which creep through your body with a tremor that you have never felt before. Your stomach is cramping with an unpleasant, but such a warm feeling that makes you even more nervous. It's all like a fever attack that will kill you if you don't hide behind your door right now.

You open your lips, whispering your answer, which probably only the rain hitting the roof of your house has heard.

— Thank you…

But Dan Heng heard you. That's probably why he hurried to turn around and head home as soon as possible, in order to hide the way the corners of his lips lifted in a soft smile under a wet umbrella.

#headcanons #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai:star rail x reader #honkai:star rail #hsr fluff #fluff #dan heng #dan heng x reader #dan heng fluff #hsr drabbles

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grottylittlefox · 10 months

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How could I ever forget you? Chapter 8

Sebastian Sallow/Professor Sallow × f!MC / reader

Slow burn/fluff/angst, aged up characters 18-mid 20s🌿

Somehow it had taken until your final day at Hogwarts to finally show Sebastian how you felt, and by then it was too late. Years pass and your distance grows stronger, despite your many efforts for him. A surprise encounter at a new job could change things forever. Finding each other once again at the very place you first met, Hogwarts.

Chapter 1: "I guess this is it"

Chapter 2: "Oh how I missed you”

Chapter 3: "Goodbye, Sebastian"

Chapter 4: "I think it's time you move on"

Chapter 5: "Professor Sallow?"

Chapter 6: "Welcome Home"

Chapter 7: "You're my good luck charm"

Chapter 8: “I’m more of a butterfly person”

It wasn’t long before rumours were flying about the school, regarding your suspected moth phobia. According to the teen wizard population it was absolutely hysterical. However you were not afraid of moths at all, it was much more complicated than that.

Weeks had gone by since you saw Sebastian leave the undercroft that night, and the two of you had not spoken since. All of a sudden the avoidance became a two way game, and you wouldn’t dare let him know that you saw him cry.

It was your first time back in Sebastian’s class since that day, and this game could not go on any longer, the walls of Hogwarts would simply not allow it. There was certainly an energy regarding your attendance in the room as you strolled in, but to your surprise it was not coming from Sebastian.

“Oh look, Miss Moth is back for more fun!” A Gryffindor boy roared. Snickering spread across the room, as more students chimed in.

“Look out, a moth!” A Slytherin boy cried as a small piece of parchment shot at you from across the class. There was an array of giggles around you, as you just stood there taking it. It wasn’t like you could exactly explain yourself, so the easiest option was to simply accept defeat. You were Miss Moth, now and forever.

“How about we leave Professor MC alone?” a charming voice boomed. The room instantly silenced, turning heads to where the demand had come from. Sebastian stood above the class on his stone balcony, embodying power, leadership, pure confidence. And that leader up there, just defended you.

It was clear inside the walls of this classroom, it was his kingdom, his reign, and he was more than capable of handling it. He stepped down the stairs and approached the crowd of teenagers, walking right through them, straight towards you.

“Besides, I’m not a huge fan of moths myself,” he glanced at you, a shimmer in his eye. “Personally, I’m more of a butterfly person.”

And with that, he spun back around to the class and began the lesson, leaving you spiralling in the corner. You were a fumbling mess. A butterfly person? What kind of torturous mind games was he playing at? They were working of course, as the butterflies he seemed to love so much had instantly returned to your stomach.

~~~

A knock at the door interrupted your lunch, and not to your surprise, it was Robin. She had become a frequent visitor to your office, and despite the constant quidditch ramblings she was quite pleasant company. Today she was in a rather excited mood, and some good energy was precisely what you needed right now.

“Did you hear?” She bounced through the door.

“Hear what? Did the Montrose Magpies win their first match? I didn’t think the league had started yet?”

“Noo….something even better!” The poor girl looked like she was about to burst.

“What then?” You smiled, at this point rather intrigued.

“Ostara… is coming to Hogwarts!!” She screamed.

Oh Robin, why are you always the bearer of such bad news? The girl was not the only person in the room who wanted to scream.

Robin was right, that evening over dinner Professor Weasley announced the special guest to the entire school. You perched on your seat and clapped along, absolutely begging that Sebastian wasn’t looking at you, again.

As the great hall began to clear out, a hand quickly hushed you aside. It was Madam Kogawa, who was visibly excited about the upcoming visitor.

“MC, I need you for something,” she whispered, guiding you further to the wall. “As you heard Os-“

“Yes,” you interrupted, you could not bare to hear that girls name one more time.

“Yes… Well in honour of that, I am organising a Quidditch fun day, of sorts. And I want to do a little staff match, just for fun.”

“Madam you are not asking me to.. play, are you?”

“No, don’t you worry. Unless you want too of course?” She chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

You swiftly shook your head, there was no way you’d embarrass yourself in front of.. her.

“What I was actually asking of you, is a little help recruiting our Chaser-“

Please don’t say his name. Please don’t say his name-

“Sebastian, as you know was the best Hogwarts has ever seen. It’s a shame he put down the broom. I think he needs a little convincing, and he certainly won’t listen to me.”

“Madam, I don’t think I’m the right per-“

“Don’t let me down!” She insisted, already walking away.

How in Merlin’s name were you going to get through this? All of this?

~~~

And now, the night before Ostara’s arrival, the night before the match, you lay staring at the ceiling, playing with the light from your illuminated wand. How were you meant to convince Sebastian to play again? Surely that was Ostara’s job, not yours.

Just the thought of her made you queasy, and yet you barely knew her at all. You knew she was beautiful, yes. But what else? You had almost tried to fill in the gaps in your head, creating a vision of somebody so perfect you hated them. Somebody that has everything you don’t. Somebody Sebastian deserved.

You wondered if she played with his scruffy hair at night, if she looked into his eyes and gently kissed upon his freckles. You wondered if she sat with him by the fire, admiring the way his lips twitched out little smiles as his read about the magic that captured his wonder. You imagined her jumping into his arms after his first professional match. You wondered what she said to him, words of comfort, wisdom, little notes… little notes. Merlin, that was it.

~~~

You rushed through the corridors, passing dozens of portraits that shushed you on the way by.

“MC, off again are we?” You heard Professor Fig enquire.

“Yes, sorry Professor, it’s rather dire,” you replied, storming past him.

You pushed open the door to the undercroft, stepping down with caution, in hopes a certain someone would not be there. It was your lucky night, he wasn’t. You let out a sigh of relief, it was nice to have some good luck for once.

Approaching the table you scanned the surface for what you were looking for, if it was even there, that is. You just couldn’t be sure what Sebastian may have taken or even tampered with during his apparent visits.

A pile of parchment caught your eye as you reached out and grabbed it, viciously shuffling through every page. It had to be there, you were sure.

And lo and behold, there it was.

~~~

You soon found yourself lingering outside Sebastian’s bedroom door, a place you certainly never expected to be. Gripped tightly in your hands, a folded piece of old parchment with a small heart scribbled on the outside. A note you yourself had written, for the same person who slept behind a door just metres away from you.

It was a bold move, but you knew he’d recognise it. And besides, these words had proved their purpose before, right before the first game of Quidditch Sebastian had ever played.

Holding the parchment to your lips, you placed a gentle kiss upon the heart, and slipped the note under the door in front you.

If anything could get that boy to fly again, this was it.

~~~

You finally sat down, after what felt like a million stairs to the top of the Quidditch auditorium. Peering out onto the foggy pitch, your mind went back and forth about your secret mission the night prior. Of course you’d hoped your effort was enough to sway Sebastian for Madam Kogawa. But were you really doing it for her?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of somebody plotting down next to you.

“Ah, MC!” Professor Ronen said as he made himself comfy. He turned to you, eyes widening at what he saw before him. “My, my.. interesting choice of scarf. I thought you were a Hufflepuff?” He chuckled.

“Not today,” you replied, holding back a smile.

“Well, we certainly appreciate the support,” he said, with almost a hint of sincerity.

The crowd around you quickly erupted into cheer, as players led by Madam Kogawa glided onto the pitch. Within a second the roars got even louder as a quick flash of black and white shot past you. Ostara, in her Magpies uniform spun through the air driving the students into a total frenzy.

That pit in your stomach returned, she was just as stunning as you’d remembered, and you couldn’t deny she was incredible on a broom. Thousands of students silenced in total awe, focusing in on the way she darted through the fog.

You looked away, you couldn’t bare it. To see so many people look at her as if she was a goddess, and completely understanding why.

The silence broke, a cheer louder than ever before echoed through the Hogwarts valley. You could have sworn you’d gone deaf at how unfathomably loud it was. You’d been to plenty of Quidditch games, but never had you witnessed a crowd like this.

A figure of green arose through the fog. Sebastian. That cheer, was for Sebastian. He did it.

That smile. Merlin you hadn’t seen him smile like that since you were kids. His face was practically bright red, blushing against the cheers and roars that flew his way. Perching on his broom he turned to you, eyes gazing at the scarf around your neck.

His scarf.

That little smile you adored so much slipped out, as he gave you a nod. He got the note, you were so certain of it.

“Hey, hey, hey!” An excited voice called out from beside you, pointing back at Sebastian’s gesture. Professor Ronen certainly knew how to ruin a moment.

As Sebastian turned away to give the other onlookers a show, that same voice popped up again next to you.

“I always thought you two would end up together, you know.”

You almost jumped out of your skin. What on earth were you meant to say to that?

“Uh, thanks I guess…” your voice trailed off as you watched the events unfolding in front of you. Sebastian, leaning in towards Ostara, pulling her into a hug.

Your eyes sealed shut. Just get through it.

~~~

And that you did. Thankfully the couple had refrained from their affections during the game, and came out as the winning team. Your entire being felt full seeing Sebastian as a champion once again, but you couldn’t help but wonder what went so wrong during this Quidditch career. The fall was so mysterious.

You found yourself at a very familiar spot, just outside the pitch. The very same spot you always waited for him, for your champion to return to you. Today however, there was a ridiculously large crowd, all gawking for a sight of Ostara.

Before long he emerged, a sweaty mess, just the way you liked him. You watched as he rubbed his forehead and began walking towards you, not even noticing you were there. It seemed it was in his DNA to head to that very same spot, that despite all the years nothing had really changed.

By the time he raised his eyes and locked them with yours, it was too late. He was right there, there was no going back, no avoiding this. He had to talk to you.

“You still have that old thing?” He smiled, gesturing towards the scarf you still had proudly wrapped around your neck.

“Yes, and to think I brought it with me not even knowing you’d be here, I guess you really did turn me to the dark side after all,” you teased.

Oh how you radiated in this moment, just like old times. If only it could last forever.

“Thank you for, uh-“

“Don’t worry about it, I’m your good luck charm, remember?” You smiled, your heart melting away. His eyes felt as though they were screaming at you, like they knew everything you felt, everything you meant. As if he could see into the very depth of your being. And there it returned, that soft little smile at the edge of his lips, his freckles lightly scrunching up. You were his good luck charm, and he knew it,

A loud gasp penetrated your moment, like a storm on a breezy day. It was Ostara.

Oh Merlin, did she hear?

“You traitor!” Her eyes dead on you.

Your entire being crashing down in an instant, Sebastian’s eyes still locked on your own, not moving an inch, not even a breath.

“I’m a Hufflepuff too, you know? How dare you wear that scarf, traitor!” She teased, pulling you into a hug. The skies cleared once more, but you were still left gasping for air.

“Ostara!” You greeted with the upmost politeness. “I was actually looking for you, I’m here to collect you for your signing in the great hall. If that’s okay with Sebastian, of course?” You turned to him, eyes locked again.

“Be my guest,” he said.

You linked arms with Ostara, and began to walk with her. You had no idea what came over you, what pushed you to be so forward. Perhaps it was to be friendly, perhaps it was to mess with Sebastian’s head. As he stand there alone, watching the two girls occupying his heart becoming friends.

“Hufflepuff?” You asked. “I don’t think I ever remember seeing you in the common room?”

“I actually finished my final year just before you arrived, you started in 5th year right?”

You nodded. A Hufflepuff? Perhaps she wasn’t so bad after all.

~~~

Sebastian arrived late to the great hall, after cleaning himself up from the match. The room was utter chaos, as every student in the school rushed to get a signature from his girlfriend.

He could barely see the top of Ostara’s head through the waves of house robes and hats, however there was somebody he could see, you. You, darting around the room managing the organised chaos, checking in on every student to make sure they were comfortable. Not only that, looking after Ostara, the girl he assumed you’d hate.

He found himself smiling, you were so thoughtful, so kind. Putting everybody’s needs before your own, including his. A part of him thought you were the one who deserved a crowd of love, but he quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind where he told himself they belonged.

“Sebastian!” Professor Ronen greeted. “What a game, still making Slytherin proud eh?” He chuckled. “And I haven’t had the chance to offer my congratulations.”

Sebastian smiled at the Professor, before turning his gaze back to you.

“You must be so proud of her, huh?” Ronen asked, trying to get a glimpse of Ostara.

“I am, she makes an excellent Professor.”

“Oh, yes,” Ronen chuckled once more. “However, I was talking about your fiancée.”

Chapter 9

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celestialanon · 1 year

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Saying I Love You For the First Time

Lucifer

He was going through another stack of papers at his desk, all the while listening to you go on about how difficult your day was. He was a good listener, and you appreciated him always lending his time. He understood the treatment you got for being a human among demons.

You couldn't help but sigh, leaning your cheek against your palm and looking to him with adoration in your eyes. "You know I really love you, right?" It was enough to get him to stop what he was doing, looking at you with bewilderment.

A small smile soon settled on his face though, and he took the time to return that lovely gaze right back to you. "Really? I guess the feeling seems to be mutual."

"I want to hear you say it." You always stood your ground with him, you were upfront and honest. Nobody but you would know in that moment his cheeks tinted with just a hint of pink.

"Really now, you must already know." He moved forward to take your hand is his, his thumb caressing over your knuckles.

"You are the most important person to me. I've never cared for someone as much as I do you." You stared at him, surprised he even went that far. A grin spread on your lips soon after.

"I still want to hear you say it."

Mammon

"That damn Lucifer! He hid it again! I ain't tryin to do nuthin Mc I swear! I got payed today!" He continued his complaints as he threw his head into his hands. Lucifer had caught him trying to sell some of his belongings again, he was in the middle of a transaction when his card was taken away.

"You're hopeless..." You sighed out, both rubbing his back and rubbing your temple from an oncoming headache.

"What?!" He cried out, and you almost felt embarrassed for the scene he was making. You went back to moving your hand up his spine, rubbing at his neck to comfort him.

"Hopeless, but I love that part of you too." You gave him a lopsided and tired smile. He just stared in shock at you for a good minute or two. How were you able to say what he always wanted to say so easily?

"I-Of course you do! I'm the Great Mammon after all! I- I...." And he couldn't even finish his sentence, burying his face in his hands again but now for the reason that he was hiding the way his face flushed at your words. It was hopelessly adorable.

Levi

This was it. He was so excited for you. Recently you had mentioned that one game you were beginning to get into, and he managed to get his hand on a early copy before it's release date! It was a small gift he had hidden away from you. Now all that was left was to present it.

He nervously made his way to your room, a slight jump to his step from how giddy he really was inside. Surely this would make for a good surprise! He knocked on your door in that special code you both had made for each other. He stepped back, watching you open the door with a large smile.

"Levi? What's up?" He told you to close your eyes, and the next second you opened them, you were face to face with your most recent obsession. You could honestly scream from how excited you were, but instead, you honestly couldn't help yourself and pulled Levi into a bone crushing hug.

"I love you so much!!" You yelled into his stomach, and you swore you could feel it flip at your words. His face burned a bright red, trying to peel you off him and looking at you like he can't believe you just said that.

"H-Huh?!!"

"I love you!" You yell louder, and wether you did it on purpose to embarrass him further or to repeat yourself, he's not sure.

Satan

It was another one of those days where you had asked Satan to help you with your studying. Words and phrases all jumbled up in your head, but he always helped you keep your patience and properly go through those words.

This time in particular, you were writing a book report on Pride and Prejudice, something like a little fun side task your class was having you do. You weren't like Satan who loved to read, so you appreciated the help. As you leaned over the table with your elbows, you let out a large sigh.

"What would I do without you?" You frowned, and Satan held in his laugh at your tiredness.

"Fail, I presume. Now focus." He tapped the paper below you, and you rolled your eyes. Nevertheless, you sat up straight again and grabbed your pencil, giving him a serious stare.

"You have bewitched me, body and soul. And I-"

"-I love you." He completed your sentence for you, you were stunned. More at the fact that you remembered the quote rather than him finishing it. He doesn't know his face was colored in a small blush, how cute.

"Darn, you beat me to it." You pointed a finger accusingly, and he only coughed to hide his embarrassment.

Asmodeus

He said it all the time. He said it too much. And yet, every time he said it, there was something empty in his words. Like those words were just for show, with no meaning. Yet, they still made you blush.

And you told him many times as well, but of course, he's not picking up what you're putting down. Surely he gets told this everyday. So you're trying again, more than the last time.

He was currently rambling about some gossip he overheard in class as you brushed through his hair. You only gave hummed responses, making sure to spread some oil throughout his curled locks. He smiled at the feeling of your fingers, letting himself fall back against your chest.

"Ahh, I love you Mc. You take care of me so well~" You smiled to yourself, setting the brush down.

"I love you too, Asmo."

"Of course you do, how can-" You've heard that a thousand times, you pulled his head back to look up at you, your brows bunching up together as you looked at him.

"No, Asmo. I really love you. Understand?"

Oh. It was rare to see him genuinely blush like that.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub sat diligently in his chair, watching you make another one of your human burgers. He loved the ones here in the devildom, but you promised him yours were just as good. He was putting a lot of trust into you with this one!

You carefully plated the burger, making sure to add some ketchup and mustard for him, Beel was never picky. You topped everything with a bun and set the plate down in front of him as if he were a judge, you were proud of your work.

"Down the hatch." Was all he said, before taking a large bite that almost had him inhaling the burger whole. You yelled at him to take it slow and actually taste your food, but he was barely listening as his cheeks were stuffed and his eyes fluttered shut in delight.

"Sho.... good..." He could barely speak with his mouth full, and you couldn't help but laugh heartily at his reaction."

"Gosh, I love you!" You moved to take your apron off, not noticing the way Beel was watching your back. He became shy at your comment, a blush reaching his ears. He would be smiling if his mouth wasn't full right now.

Belphegor

You were currently wrapped up in another blanket burrito with Belphie right beside you. He was facing you, you watched as his mouth slightly hung open. He always looked incredibly peaceful when sleeping.

You had another nightmare that night, so he invited you to sleep with him for the remainder of it in hopes that it provided you some comfort. And somehow, your dreams always did become better when you were around him.

You smiled to yourself, pushing loose strands of hair out of his face and admiring what you could make out of him in the dark room. You thought he was asleep, so you whispered more to yourself than him.

“I love you… so much.” What you didn’t expect was for that small smile to appear on his face right after, then you found yourself being engulfed in his arms, your face meeting his chest.

“Say it again.” You said it as much times as he needed to hear.

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littlelonelyone · 1 year

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Why me? (George Weasley x Reader)

Warning: Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Reader Cries, George is a jerk.

Description: Reader doesn’t know why George dislikes her so much. Could it be a ploy to hide his feelings that he won’t acknowledge?

1. “I’m trying so hard to hate you…” “…Why?”

2. “I mean look at you…”

“GEORGE WEASLEY YOU SORRY EXCUSE OF A WIZARD!” I screamed at the younger twin after he pranked me for the 4th time in just 1 week.

On Monday, he and Fred had replaced the candy I got from Honeydukes that weekend with ton-tongue toffee. I didn’t even check what I was handing out to my friends (which I immediately regret) until the first victim screamed so loud, it caused Neville to faint right in the middle of the common room.

On Tuesday, he managed to add a charm to my potions homework that had similar effects as the Marauders Map. So when I handed in a empty sheet of paper, Snape called me out in front of the entire class saying how I was incompetent and lazy. On top of that he had deducted 20 points from Gryffindor which made all my peers groan in annoyance. Fred & George just sat at the back of the class sniggering to each other.

On Thursday, I sat down for lunch with my friends and when I was in the midst of telling a story, the food in front of me suddenly exploded and I was covered in it. At that point, I was feeling defeated.

So that bring us to today, which was Saturday. I loved Saturdays because I always had a routine that I stuck with. I would wake up then clean the mess I made the previous day. After that, I would go take a bath and get myself ready for the day. I never really wore makeup during the weekday but the weekend was when I liked to have fun and dress up, a nice change from the uniforms we had to wear 24/7.

Anyways, as I was walking down to breakfast with a smile on my face (not even a Weasley could ruin my mood) I was approached by the sweetest guy at Hogwarts and my good friend, Cedric Diggory.

“Hey (Y/N), you look like you’re ready to take on the day!” He laughed which made me grin. “You bet and now that i’ve seen you, I know that my day is going to be 100% better.” I jokingly flirted which caused him to laugh even louder. Cedric & I had been pretty close ever since we got partnered up for a project in Herbology, we learned so much about each other and after that we decided to stay close and would hang out often.

“So what are the plans for today I wonder?” “Oh you know, same old Saturday routine, I was actually on my way to breakfast, care to join?” I asked him. Cedric nodded then linked our arms. One thing that I really loved about him was the fact that we could be affectionate with each other and it was just a normal thing for us. The two of us were lost in conversation when suddenly we were separated from one another in the most obnoxious way.

As if on cue, knowing that this is the time I would be heading to the Great Hall, George Weasley had ran right through us like he was playing a game of Red Rover. Laughing his loud laugh and I gritted my teeth as I watched him run in the direction of the Great Hall. “What an asshole!” I exclaimed. Cedric kind of just exhaled in irritation. “I wish he would leave you alone, it’s always something with him and I hate to see you angry. It just isn’t you (Y/N)!” He stated. I looked down at the floor because I wished for the same thing. Without another word, I linked our arms once again and carried on with our walk.

Once we got to the Great Hall I stood on my tiptoes and kissed Cedric on the cheek. We parted ways to sit with our houses. Little did I know, George was watching that entire exchange happen with a frown on his face. Continuing to keep his eyes on me as I made my way to my seat. I greeted my friends with a big smile and carried on with adding different things to my plate. Suddenly a flying piece of fruit had hit me right in the cheek, I looked over at the culprit. George.

“What’s your problem Weasley?!” I yelled from where I was sitting. He had a look of pride on his face. “Nothing (Y/L/N)! Just thought you would like some fruit with your breakfast.” He was holding a spoon which I assumed he used as a catapult to hit me with said fruit. He turned to Fred and high-fived him. I didn’t respond and went back to eating my breakfast. Like I said before, not even a Weasley could ruin my day.

After I finished my food, I said goodbye to my friends and skipped out of the hall. I was headed towards the astronomy tower, I really liked relaxing up there and enjoyed the view. Once again, I didn’t notice George watching me as I made my exit. Neither did I see him discussing what was to be his next big prank on me.

I had spent all morning up in the astronomy tower, leaning over the edge and taking in the fresh air. There was nothing more that I liked than spending time alone in peace and quiet.

“Oh hey (Y/N), I thought I would find you here.” It was Oliver Wood. “Hi Oliver, you were looking for me?” I was confused, Wood and I had only ever greeted each other when passing by in the halls or when we had a class together but we never actually had a conversation with one another.

“Yeah actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.. a date.. with me..” I immediately looked at his face. “M-Me?” “Yeah I always thought about asking you out before, I just didn’t have any courage but you know what, you only live once right?” Oliver was now smiling at me. My stomach began to turn out of nervousness. I actually never dated before, I did have people asking me out in the past but I never went through with it because I was scared or was always too focused on school, but now I think I was ready for it.

“Wow, really Oliver? I would actually really like to go on a date with you..” I was beginning to get shy and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Great! Meet me down in the courtyard in about 2 hours. I’ll be waiting and then we can head out.” I nodded in agreement and then he turned to leave. Once I made sure he was gone I did a little happy dance. Oliver Wood was pretty cute so I didn’t mind my first date being with him. With one last squeal, I quickly left the astronomy tower and headed to my dorm so I could get ready.

I had decided on a white blouse with flowers embroidered across the collar and blue jeans. I had put my hair in a half ponytail and left the rest of my hair down. I didn’t wanna be dressed too fancy yet too casual so I thought my outfit was perfect. I wore light makeup and put in my favourite pair of dangly earrings. I took one last look in the mirror and smiled. My mood today was amazing, I actually managed to avoid George today and it proved how smoothly my days went whenever I wasn’t around the ginger haired boy. But why was I suddenly thinking about him?

The time had come for me to meet Oliver in the courtyard and I couldn’t hide my excitement. I was happily skipping while lost in thought, so I didn’t even notice the bucket overtop the entrance of the courtyard or Fred & George who were hiding in the tree.

The moment I stepped into the courtyard, I immediately regret agreeing to the date. I should’ve known when someone who was on a team with the Weasley Twins suddenly asked me to go somewhere with them, that it was just an excuse to trick me into going through yet another sick prank. Without noticing the invisible string in front of me, I stepped forward and triggered it which caused the bucket above me to wobble and topple over then I was covered in syrup and feathers. Right on cue, the twins jumped out of the tree doubling over in laughter. “LOOKING GOOD FOR YOUR DATE THERE (Y/L/N)!” George teased.

I stood still just biting my lip, trying not to cry. I never cried but after holding in so much pent up anger and sadness, I was tired. Tired of being pranked day by day and constantly being on edge. I wish I didn’t agree to the date. I should’ve stayed alone today. As long as the Weasley Twins were around, as long as George was around, I knew I’d always be miserable. A choked sob finally managed to escape my lips and I looked around at the students.

Everyone was pointing and laughing at me but I didn’t care. My eyes searched for George. There he stood by the tree with his arms crossed, the most irritating smirk displayed across his face as he stared at me. I marched right up to him and without another word, I smacked him so hard it echoed throughout the courtyard and everyone turned silent. Everyone watched.

“GEORGE WEASLEY YOU SORRY EXCUSE OF A WIZARD, I HATE YOU! JUST STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, YOU MAKE ME HATE EVERYTHING I ENJOY, WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TAKE A FUCKING HINT AND LEAVE ME ALONE!” I was furious. George was taken back and I couldn’t help but notice the way he looked back at me, like there was a hint of regret hiding behind those eyes but AS IF George Weasley could ever have any regrets, especially when it came to me. He knows he’s capable of making someone feel like shit.

“(Y/N)… I-“ I didn’t let him speak. “NO SHUT UP! YOU KNOW WHAT GEORGE? AT ONE POINT WE COULD HAVE BEEN FRIENDS BUT WHY DO YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS? WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU AND FRED? I TRY SO HARD FOR EVERYBODY, I TREAT EVERYONE WITH RESPECT, I DON’T BOTHER ANYBODY SO WHY DO YOU INSIST ON MAKING MY LIFE HELL!?” I was now full on crying. I was so angry and nothing could make me calm down at the moment. With another sob, I pushed passed Fred & George and made my way back to my dorm. I hated George Weasley and his stupid brother. I hated that they made me seem so uptight whenever I was pranked. The truth is I used to really like George and would enjoy his pranks. Somewhere along the lines though, the pranks began happening to me and I slowly started to dislike them and George.

I cleaned myself up with a spell and changed into comfy clothes. Tears blurred my vision. I had never been so hurt before. Suddenly. I heard a knock at the door. I immediately jumped into bed and hid under the covers, I could not deal with anybody right now. My door opened and I sunk deeper into the bed. Then I felt the bed dip next to me and a deep sigh. It was him.

“Look at me (Y/N).” Georges voice cracked. I shook my head not trusting my voice right now. “Please (Y/N)… We should talk.” That pissed me off. I jolted up and pressed a finger to his chest. “WE don’t have to talk about anything, there is no WE. It’s just you George. ALL YOU.” I slumped back into the covers. “If you won’t talk, please just listen.” I didn’t answer so he kept going.

“Look I’m sorry alright? I’m sorry I let this go on for so long it’s just…. I’ve always wanted to talk to you but I didn’t know how to approach you, you are this girl who is kind to everyone, you have such a nice personality and you make people love life. You have so many people by your side and I just envy you. Whenever I see you around, you always have this smile on your face and it makes me wonder how someone can be so happy and it pissed me off.” He chuckled a little. “I thought I wanted to be like you…. but I think I just wanted to be with you instead.” I tensed up at this sudden confession. “I know that you’re probably confused on how much I bullied you and pranked you but it was just me being angry towards you because of how you treated Diggory compared to me. Even though he most definitely earned it…. You don’t know how badly I wanted to be the one you clung to when walking around the school. How badly I wanted to be the one you kissed on the cheek before we parted. To be the one you looked up at with those doe eyes that I love so much. You have this gentle aura about you and I really don’t have an excuse to why I tormented you other than wanting your attention…” It was now silent. My heart was pounding and I felt like he could hear it. In his stupid George Weasley way, it kind of made sense.

“I’m trying so hard to hate you…” “…Why?” I cut him off and finally spoke. During that last part I could hear his desperation. I removed myself from the covers and sat up, staring at him. He stared back then eventually looked down in shame. He really did feel something towards me. I could always look at someone and read their emotions on their face, especially George who had always been expressive. He suddenly looked back up and began to speak while he stared into my eyes and I couldn’t seem to look away. “Because then I wouldn’t have to be in love with you..” I began holding my breath out of shock. George Weasley was in love with me?

“You’re in love with me George?” I whispered. I was now staring at him rather intently. He began to slowly nod and I watched as his eyes moved and seemed to take in every feature of my face. “I mean look at you…” This made my face turn as red as his hair and I looked away. He hesitantly reached out and put his hand on my chin, guiding me back to look at him. “Look at you.” He said one last time and then he pressed his lips against mine. My eyes widened and I stared at his as they closed. I softly puckered my lips and squeezed my eyes shut. This was my first kiss. George was my first kiss. George Weasley, the boy who picked on me forever told me he loved me and now he was kissing me.

Georges eyes opened once he realized the girl he was so desperately pining over was kissing him back. He couldn’t help but smile at her expression. So innocent. He moved his hands to her cheeks and they proceeded to kiss slow and sensually. Finally they pulled away and stared at each other.

“GOD! You’re such an idiot George!” I groaned and shoved a pillow in his face and held it there. I couldn’t let him see my face right now, I was so embarrassed. I didn’t regret the kiss or anything, I said he was an idiot for not coming up to me and talking to me like a normal person would. But I guess George wasn’t normal and I think it was a big reason why I didn’t just cut contact with him. As much as I hated the pranks, George made my boring life interesting and I really couldn’t imagine a world where I didn’t bicker with him.

I kept pushing the pillow against him until he fell back on my bed and I was now leaning on his chest. “Now it’s your turn to listen to me.” I began to speak. “I wish you would have just spoke to me in the beginning because it would have saved us so much time and fighting with each other.” I felt him nod at that statement. “You’re going to have a lot of work to do if you want to prove yourself to me. If you love me, show me in the right way. Show me what you were hiding from me all these years, spill everything. I want to feel what you felt…” George removed the pillow then sat up and pulled me so I was straddling his lap. He took my hands and placed them against his heart. It was beating so fast. My breath hitched a little and the blush I so desperately wanted to hide from him came back to my face.

“(Y/N) if you accept me, I am going to show you everyday how much love I have for you, I will let my actions prove how sorry I am. How I will do anything for us to start with a clean slate. I will announce it to the Great Hall that it was just a ploy for me to be near you. Just please, please give me a chance… And the whole thing with Cedric, I will look the other way. Leave him (Y/N), I want to be with you..” The way he watched me and waited for my answer with a terrified look on his face made my heart beat just as fast as his was. Although the comment about Cedric was ridiculous and I began to giggle and hid my face in his neck.

“Should I take it as a bad thing that I just poured my heart out to you and you are now laughing at me?” George grumbled. “You’re such an idiot George..” I laughed and started to talk again, playing with the collar of his shirt. “Cedric & I are just friends but he’s my best friend and he treats me really good. I promise, it’s nothing. To be honest he has a crush on Cho Chang.” “Oh? Well I feel kind of dumb right now.” He nervously laughed and scratched the back of his head. I shook my head “No, you had no way of knowing so don’t say that.” I replaced his hand with mine and played with the hair at the back of his head.

“George listen… about what I said before? I don’t hate you. I don’t want you to stay away from me or leave me alone… I want to try this. I want you. I believe you.” Suddenly his body relaxed, I didn’t realize he was so tense. Before I could continue speaking, he pushed me backwards on my bed and climbed above me, connecting our lips once again. This time the way he kissed me, I could feel everything he told me. I could feel how much he loved me and how much he wanted to do this. I pulled away and flipped us over so I was sitting on him. I pressed my finger against his chest and put on my best angry face.

“But if you EVER prank me again, you will regret it!” I threatened. He nodded and bit his lip. “From now on, I am going to treat you so good you won’t wanna leave my side.” With that, we laid back down and began to cuddle and talked until we both fell asleep.

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