#so busy rn these professors don’t even KNOW!!!!

[pepsitwist]

yes my college semester officially starts today HOWEVER i am incredibly busy both thinking abt and rewatching bte all day so really if i don’t get the work done i don’t think it’s my fault

#so busy rn these professors don’t even KNOW!!!! #disclaimer. i WILL get the work done this is a joke trust me i just paid my tuition yesterday and im not wasting that much money #cant be both broke AND kicked out of class now that would just b unfair #but. but so much kenny content. SOOO much kenny content!!!! he talks so much!!!!!! i gotta memorize it all!!! adhd brain says so!!!!!!!!

[hannie-dul-set]

THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF.

p — CHOI BEOMGYU x gn! reader. g — humor, fluff. w — swearing, beomgyu is embarrassing but that's nothing new with my recent works. 1.6k words.

note — inspired by this post. i'm supposed to be studying rn.

everyone in your department knows that choi beomgyu is not to be trusted.

no, it’s not like he scams people with overpriced products on the university buy and sell forum. he doesn’t give you wrong answers during tests to fuck you over. he isn’t seeing multiple people at once behind their backs like a shitty fuckboy, either.

but when choi beomgyu tells you that there’s a buy one take one promo at the coffee shop near campus, you should probably think twice before rallying your friends over because of your shared coffee addiction. it’s the reason why hueningkai showed up to a department party last month wearing a penguin costume when the theme was business-casual. it’s the reason why choi yeonjun sends a string of curses to the group chat bi-weekly because he’s told that there’s a quiz today, only to arrive at an empty classroom.

it’s all harmless. it’s all fun and games and for a good laugh— but nevertheless, everyone knows to think twice before listening to the honeyed words that fall from choi beomgyu’s mouth. the problem is, the bastard is charismatic and he knows it. “he’s weaponizing his pretty face like a motherfucking gun,” you mentioned to soobin one time. so even if people are ware that he’s slimy little bitch that likes to fuck around a lot, they still listen to what he says. even when in doubt.

well, they’re all fucking stupid.

“hey, let’s compare hand sizes!”

and you refuse to be branded as a gullible idiot, too.

“what?”

the sandwich you’re having for lunch suddenly feels dry on your tongue. “gimme your hand,” he insists, and you narrow your eyes at him. what...what the fuck is this bastard trying to do? “i wanna know whose is bigger.”

now, that’s a familiar line. it almost made your heart flutter when he’s batting his eyes at you so expectantly with that pretty face of his from across the cafeteria table, the fingers of his right palm outstretched and ready to catch yours upon your consent.

almost. but there’s no way in hell you’re humoring his dumb ass.

“sure,” you respond. and, after wiping your lips with a napkin, offer out your open palm for him in the air.

his face brightens— a tiny smile pulling at his lips.

beomgyu reaches out for your hand. before he can press his palms against yours, you quickly fold it into a middle finger.

it’s almost funny how his expression quickly tumbles into despair.

“eat shit, motherfucker.”

you clean up your tray and leave your dumbfounded friend behind. you have no idea what his intentions with that was, but you aren’t risking making a fool out of yourself at the suggestion that beomgyu might be trying to (pathetically) hit on you. he’s probably just concocting some more mischief— especially since you’re one of the people he has yet to victimize with his dumb jokes.

so you’re not surprised when he makes another attempt. but what you don’t understand is why he keeps trying to hold your hand.

“booooring. this class is so boring.”

he’s sitting next to you inside the lecture hall. so far, not that out of the ordinary. you do your best to catch up with your professor’s discussion, but from the corner of your eyes you see beomgyu finally giving up and melting his head into the desk, burying his face into his arms. “this sucks,” he muffles, before craning his head and you can feel him staring at you from below. “aren’t you bored?”

“i’m trying to pay attention, beomgyu.”

“pay attention to me,” he whines. “i’m bored. let me scribble on your hand to pass—”

“please shut the fuck up.”

at some point, it’s starting to confuse you more than annoy you. all signs lead to a boy simply trying to get the attention of his crush, but this is choi beomgyu you’re talking about. you just can’t trust him. not even when he always tries to follow you around in the hallways. not even when he drops a warm latte at your desk every 7AM class.

“i know how to do palm reading. do you wanna—”

“i’m not superstitious,” you immediately put up your shield to his spear. “thanks for the coffee.”

you really don’t understand him.

“there was a hit and run incident yesterday. you should hold onto me just to be—”

“red light. let’s go.”

you seriously don’t fucking get him.

“aaaah! i’m falling! grab my hand, i’m falling to my death!”

what the hell is he trying to do?!

“beomgyu, it’s a four-foot deep pool,” you deadpan, face flushed and it’s definitely not just from the heat of the sun. he perishes into the water with a splash. my god, what’s going on with him? you shake your head, trying to ward off an incoming headache. 

really. if this wasn’t beomgyu doing this shit, you’d be a hundred-percent convinced that he’s trying to make a move on you. that he likes you and is trying his stupidest to catch your attention. but it is beomgyu, and everyone knows he can’t be trusted unless you want to be laughed at. being this week’s joke isn’t on your bucket list. so no matter how many more attempts he’s going to make, you will be impenetrable. you will not be fooled.

“hey.”

that is until he shows up all serious in front of your classroom the next week. 

students are pouring out from the door, and you’re a heavy obstacle from their rush to go home because for some reason, choi beomgyu is there— also obstructing the traffic flow in the hallway. 

“what is it now?” you cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at the worryingly large bouquet he has in his arms. “are your hands cold? do you want me to hold them to keep you warm?”

“that would be nice,” he replies. you seriously want to hit him. “but, no. that’s not what i’m here for. i decided that it might be best to stop asking for your hand because you might actually punch me this time.” this is a public area, you’d like to remind him. and that dangerously constructed statement of his is eliciting murmurs from the passersby surrounding you. you feel your face flush. 

“if you phrase it like that, people are going to get the wrong idea.”

“let them misunderstand, i don’t really care,” he shrugs. “what i care about is clearing up the misunderstanding between you and me. i don’t think we’ve been on the same page for the past few weeks.”

you furrow your brows. “what are you getting at?”

“taehyun told me that you think i’ve just been fucking around with you,” he says. “and i have to admit that i definitely have nothing to blame but myself and my reputation. but i want to tell you that i have been seriously, seriously serious about you.”

“sure,” you snort. “i definitely trust you, beomgyu.”

he frowns. “dammit, taehyun was right. you really don’t trust me.”

what did he expect? for the past year and a half that you’ve known him, he’s been nothing but unserious and troublesome. beomgyu brings mischief wherever he goes and you don’t want to make a misstep and be caught in that shitstorm— not even when your heart is racing a little too fast for comfort at the moment. not even when those flowers actually look really pretty.

“but i expected this. i’ve come prepared,” beomgyu tells you. what is it this time? you exhale. had he been normal, you might’ve trusted him at his first attempt to shoot his shot with you. “i’ve come to the conclusion that in order to get your trust, i need to stop messing around with everyone. and that begins with being completely, absolutely, unapologetically honest.”

again, this is a public area. people are staring and you’re starting to get a bad feeling.

“i’m in love with you.”

holy shit.

“i’ve been in love with you ever since taehyun introduced us to each other, i think.”

there’s fire somewhere. 

“that was over a year ago!”

that somewhere is your face.

“yeah, and?” he raises a brow. “that means i’ve liked you for over a year. i can do the math. i’m not stupid.” you want to throw yourself into a ditch and die.

“beomgyu, tell me you’re kidding.” not even your hands can fan out the inferno overtaking your face right now. somehow, there’s a lot more people around you than you remember, and while you’re suffering from a sudden onslaught of unprovoked feelings, beomgyu looks relatively unfazed. “you can’t be serious. if you’ve liked me for that long, then why haven’t you done anything until recently?!”

“funny story,” he starts. there is nothing funny about this at all. “i didn’t think i had a chance until soobin hyung told me you thought i was pretty the other week.”

soobin, that fucking rat. 

the context wasn’t even a positive one! you said he was using his pretty face for evil!

“i—” 

like what he’s doing now.

the words get stuck in your throat when you notice that beomgyu actually looks earnest. he’s not smiling or laughing— but patiently waiting for you to say something in response. your mouth is dry. your ribcage is shaking. it doesn’t fucking help that there’s three dozen people watching the scene unfold. couldn’t he have chosen a more appropriate place to pour his fucking heart out?

“you know what, let’s go.”

it’s an act of impulse. you quickly grab him by the hand and lead him away from the crowded hallway with hurried steps. “damn,” he says, trailing from behind you. “i didn’t have to try and convince you this time.”

what’s ironic is that this is the most honest you’ve ever felt of him. his palms are clammy and slipping through your fingers. he’s making jokes, but his desperate squeeze is telling you more than what he’s actually saying. “everyone knows to think twice before listening to me. but everyone also now knows that i’m pretty much in love with you, so that’s a win for me.”

THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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[hazybisou]

ONE CHANCE

fic

reader x mark estapa

summary: for weeks, mark has been trying to get y/n to go out with him but he always got a ‘no’. that all changes one night when she admits she’s developed feelings for him after a game.

a/n: literally i got like four drafts rn so have patience with your girl here

you had been sitting in the same spot for 43 minutes and 32 seconds but who’s counting? obviously, you were. as much as you enjoyed your intro to business course, you were tired and were just yearning to go to your apartment. the idea of lying in bed and doing nothing but binge-watch “New Girl” and cuddling up into your blanket was sounding very, very tempting to you. god wasn’t on your side today.

you finished up taking the final bit of notes you needed before you closed your notebook with a sigh of relief. there was approximately 12 minutes left of class and then you’d be free. to kill time you had begun to scroll through instagram.

at the beginning of the year, your professor had gone over the rules and expectations. one of them included how if you were to finish early, for the reminder of class you could just hang out till you were dismissed as long as you wouldn’t distract your peers.

eventually you got tired of instagram which is when you switched to doodling on the back of your notebook. it was quite relaxing actually. to be able to do whatever you pleased. in between classes, you has always loved going into the courtyard and sitting under a tree, whether it be listening to music or drawing, you had found that time to be peaceful. just like now.

in the midst of sketching a rose, you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned your head and were met with four grinning faces: johnny druskinis, luca fantilli, luke hughes, and mark estapa. they were known around campus for playing for umich’s mens ice hockey team. to many, they were considered to be royalty, but to you? they were just a bunch of childish men who thought way too much of themselves. so what could they want with you?

“can i help you?” you asked, clearly annoyed with the situation already. the boys all looked at each other before they all spoke in unison, “yes.”

“okay…what is it that you need?”

mark was the first to speak, “for you to go out with me.”

silence.

you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. why the hell would some guy you barely talked to ever would want to go out with you? it made no sense. the most you’ve ever spoken to him was during your first semester and it was only to ask if you could borrow a pencil. even then, he wasn’t this weird.

“you’re kidding, right?” you really hoped they were. you hoped that this was all some sick joke.

he just shook his head, “no, i’m not.”

you squinted you eyes at him before slowly turning around and getting back to you drawing.

the fours boys looked at each other once again before one of them asked, “sooo is that a yes?” it was luke.

you turned your upper body toward them. “why are you asking me to go on a date with you if we’ve barely ever talked?” it's a valid question. no one goes up to a girl they’ve never had an interaction with before and just blatantly asks them out. unless you’re a cocky son of a bitch but other than that it has never happened.

“well first of all, i think you’re a nice person and second of all, you’re cute. ” mark stated.

you just stared at him for a good minute before turning around again. you tried to convince yourself that, that last comment he made hadn’t made you blush, but you could feel your cheeks get hot. “no.”

mark’s eyebrows furrowed before he turned to his teammates, “what do i do now? she said no.” you were still able to hear them but blocked them out as you continued to sketch the petals of the rose.

“man i don’t know! i’ve never had a girl reject me before, what do you want me to tell you?!” luca whispered-shouted and mark just rolled his eyes before turning back to you.

he had leaned forward and was right at your ear. “oh cmon, i’m not that bad of a person.”

you put your pencil down and just stared ahead before answering. “my answer’s still no,” you turned your head and that’s when you realized how close you were. you couldn’t help but feel the heat creep up to your cheeks.

mark had noticed as he had a small smile plastered on his face. “please?” he begged like a little kid when they wanted something.

“you just won’t give up will you?” you knew he would keep pestering you about it until you’d yes but that’s not like you. you weren’t going to go out with some random guy you just met and expect it to go good. you wanna go out with someone who you know and have had moments with. and mark hadn’t checked either of those boxes.

“nope.”

you just smiled before turning around. your professor had dismissed the class and you quickly picked up before walking out of there and heading to you apartment, wanting to forget about what had just happened.

he was cute but that’s all you had to say about him.

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it was finals week and you had a huge exam coming up. every chance you got, you’d be going over your notes, reading your textbook, highlighting and writing more notes down. it was a pain in the ass. which is why currently, you were sitting at a table booth in the far corner at some cafe near campus.

you had your headphones on, listening to your playlist you had created for occasions like this. you were singing the lyrics to yourself, not wanting to make so much noise as you were in public and it’d be embarrassing if someone had heard you sing. you were in the middle of highlighting a paragraph when you felt the cushion dip, signaling someone had sat next to you.

you grab your headphones and wrapped them around your neck as you turned to face the perosn who had decided to sit next to you.

it was mark.

you had no idea why you were even surprised. for the past month, he had been trying to get you to go on a date with him. always sitting near you in class, passing you notes as if you were in high school again and sometimes, he would even leave a flower bouquet on your doorstep with a little note. it always said something along the lines of, ‘beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl -mark’ and if you were to be honest, it made you feel something inside.

you tilted your head a bit as you looked at him in confusion. “what are you doing estapa?” you already knew the answer to your question. normally, you’d want the conversation between the two of you to end the second he’d start talking to you but today you felt like talking to him like you would with anyone else.

“sitting down to talk to you,” he answered before scooting closer and leaning forward to look at why you had been doing. he just raised an eyebrow before he leaned back to look at you. “finals?”

“yeah, it’s been a pain in my ass recently and if i don’t pass this upcoming test, my life is practically over” you remarked as you gestured to your stuff laid out over the table. “it’s just been a stressful week and i’ve barely has time to do anything but study.”

mark only smiled. “i know something that can relieve the stress.” mark noticed how you perked up at the statement.

“oh, please! literally anything would help all my worries go away.”

“tomorrow night, go out with me.” mark inquired. you should’ve seen it coming. at this point all conversations with mark had ended in him asking you out and you giving him the answer, ‘no’.

you sighed as you put your head in your hands. “mark,” you stopped yourself before you could go any further.

mark had turned his body towards you, “oh cmon y/n. just one chance, i’ll make it worth your while.”

“i can’t. i have to study and you should be doing the same.” you said as you picked up your highlighter again and began to resume your reading.

mark rolled his eyes at the mention of studying. “all you do is study. you know you’re allowed to go out at times, right?”

you ignored his comments and spoke up, “my answer’s no.”

“i won’t stop until you say yes.”

“then i guess you’ll be trying for a while.” you shot him a fake smile before returning to your reading.

he only shrugged, “that’s fine by me,” and with that he slid out of the booth and headed out.

what is it with this boy and insisting on taking you out? surely it was all a joke, a bet even, between his friends if he could get you to agree to go on a date with him or not. it had to be a joke.

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it was friday night meaning you had finished all your exams and were happily laying in bed, wanting to relax. you had ‘New Girl’ on and you were enjoying every second of it until your roommate aka your best friend, natalie, had barged into your room. you were pretty sure the door knob had left a hole in the wall.

“get up hoe, we have places to be.” she exclaimed as she began to raid your closet.

you sat up as you stared at her like she were a mad man. “what do you mean, ‘we have places to be’” you began thinking, trying to remember if you had something important to attend to. “did i forget about us having plans or something because i don’t-”

“no, we didn’t have plans but now we do. so get your ass out of bed and start getting ready.” she ushered you into the bathroom and she handed you a pair of light washed jeans, a white tank top and a maize zip up with a michigan beanie. now you were really confused.

natalie had taken out your makeup bag and began to take out your mascara, lip gloss, blush and many other things you didn’t even know you had. you grabbed her hands making her turn towards you. “where are we going?”

“to a hockey game.”

she can’t be serious.

“you can’t be serious.” she only smiled and shrugged before going out of your bathroom and into the living room.

“i’ll be waiting for you and you only have thirty minutes!” she shouted as she made her way to the couch. this bitch is crazy.

you had put on the outfit and began to do your makeup. you hair was already done from when you did it in the morning before your 8:00 am lecture. somehow it had stayed in tact, only a few baby hairs were sticking out but nothing you couldn’t fix with hair gel.

you finished up your makeup and started to put everything in the bag but you left it be as natalie had shouted you only have two minutes. it’d be cleaned up eventually.

you walked out of the bathroom and headed toward the living room where natalie was waiting for you. “can we go now?” natalie looked up form her phone and a grin spread across her face. she nodded her head and you both headed out the door.

on the walk to yost, you both had met up with some of the player’s girlfriends. you and natalie were friends with them and you all hanged out even if you have never been the biggest fan of the men’s hockey team.

a couple minutes later, you had all arrived to the arena and went inside before showing your tickets and heading towards the rink. you followed behind as you watched the boys warm up. you had thought you were to get seats up high where you could barely see the puck, but to your luck, you had front row seats to the game.

you all had began to talk when molly, adam fantilli’s girlfriend, spoke, “so y/n how’s your relationship going with mark?” all the girls turned towards you, some confused while others just had a smirk on their face. what relationship? you guys were just friends. well if you could call it that.

“our relationship?” you questioned. you weren’t even in one. although sometimes you wish you were. over the course of mark’s attempts to ask you out, you couldn’t help but develop some feeling for him. with the flower bouquets on your doorstep, the small conversations you’ve had with him, to him trying to sit near you in class, always staring at you, it made you feel things you’ve never felt before.

molly furrowed her eyebrows, “you’re not together?” you could only skate you head no, “that’s weird. adam keeps telling me about how mark wont shut up about you and how he can’t wait for you to go on a date with him soon.”

“i never agreed to go on a date with him.” you replied to her statement. had he been making up lies? “if anything, i keep telling him no whenever he asks me.”

“why?!”

“you should say yes!”

“he’s in love with you, you know.”

“you guys would be cute together.”

you just looked at all of them and playfully rolled your eyes. “i don’t know.”

“he’s always sending her flowers almost every day. we’re running out of vases to put them in.” natalie explained and they all started squealing, asking you about the whole situation.

you were too busy explaining the whole story from when mark first asked you in class till now that you hadn’t noticed a certain player staring at you from the ice.

mark couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you being here at his game. he was too busy staring that he hadn’t noticed that ethan and mackie had skated over to him when they noticed their friend had been in the same spot for a while. the pair followed his gaze and both smirked at each other when they realized who mark had been looking at the whole time.

ethan put a hand on his shoulder, “dude, you are whipped.” that seemed to snap mark out of his trance.

“what?” mark‘s face had turned a deep shade at red as he had been caught staring at you.

“are two dating or what?”

mark looked at mackie, “where’d you get that from?” he asked.

“for the last month, she’s all you ever talk about. kinda just assumed she was your girl.” mackie shrugged as he skated side to side.

“no way is that ever happening. i’ve asked her out more times than i can count and the answers always been no,” mark said as he moved to stand in front of the two, “i’ve given up hope at this point.”

“might as well try one more time.” ethan suggested as he looked over mark’s shoulder. “i mean she’s looking at you right now,” he pointed over to where you and all the girls were seated. mark turned around and you quickly looked back as you had been caught. “they’re giggling. and are back to looking at you.”

mark could only give him a look. “so what? that’s what they do.”

ethan and mackie looked at each other before they bursted out laughing. “what’s so funny now?”

“god you really are stupid.” ethan told mark who playfully pushed ethan. “she’s in love with you too.”

mark scoffed. “and how would you know?”

“because i heard her talking about you to her friends. she said how at first she was a little annoyed with you because she’d be in class and you would sit either in front or behind her just to ask her out. and then you started to send her flowers with a little note attached and you’d pass her notes in class telling her she looked pretty and how you loved her personality and shit and wow you’re in deep man.” ethan explained and mark got annoyed before gesturing for him to continue, “she couldn’t help but feel something inside. she started to develop feelings for you and now that she looks back at it, she wished she would have said yes to when you asked her if she’d go out with you-”

ethan couldn’t finish what he was saying as frank had called them over. mackie and ethan skated over to the bench, mark not too far behind.

throughout the whole game, mark kept thinking about you and what ethan had said. did you love him? had you said no all those times to avoid your feelings for him? many thoughts ran through his head. he had to ask you. just one more time and hopefully this time you’d admit your feelings to him instead of avoiding them.

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the boys had won and you were all waiting outside the locker room for the boys to come out. the group was talking about going out next weekend but you zoned out. the whole night you couldn’t help but think, ‘maybe telling mark no was a bad idea’ and you knew it was. when he came out of the locker room, you would tell him how you felt, no hesitation.

about ten minutes later, you could hear the boys all shouting and clapping. you all winced at the noise but soon it stopped and the boys had started to file out of the room, some saying hi while others just smirked as they passed by you. the boys went over to their girlfriends while you stood to the side, letting them have their moment when all of a sudden you heard you name being called.

you turned around and were meet with mark and the sophomores behind him. you were confused, majorly confused. “hi?”

“i’m only going to ask once. y/n will you please go on a date with me?” mark pleaded.

that was unexpected.

you stood there, frozen. you didn’t know what to say. well you did but with everyone around you just froze. mark waved a hand in front of you face. “y/n?”

“huh, what?”

he couldn’t help but smile, “will you go on a date with me?” you did the fist thing that came to mind, you went up to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. you leaned back and could see the blush on his face. “is that a yes or?”

“it’s a yes.”

everyone that was still there cheered and mark couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you as everyone had practically pounced on you both, celebrating mark’s success of you saying yes to a date.

“you know i like you right?” you broke the hug as you stared up at him. you nodded in response.

“i do mark. and it’s ok because i happen to like you as well.”

“i know.”

what did he mean he knew?

“what do you mean, ‘i know’?” you wondered as you pulled back.

“ethan told me earlier.” that little bitch.

you hid your head in his chest. “i’m gonna kill him.” you felt mark laugh.

“don’t be embarrassed. it’s okay. i mean i’ve loved you since i saw first saw you in class but was too much of a pussy to even talk to you so i just kept my distance. which is probably why you’ve always said no to all those times i asked.” mark said as you two began to walk out of yost behind everyone else.

“woah buddy, how about we keep the ‘i love you’s’ away until after that date.” you both chuckled. “i love you too. i have ever since you started sending over those flowers. and those notes you’d give me in class always made my day better. especially when i was having a shitty day which happened to be very often.” you both walked behind everyone. “i didn’t realize until a month later and now i wished i would’ve said yes sooner. it would’ve saved me all this trouble of denying my feelings for you when clearly i had loved you ever since you started to do all these things just to get me to say yes, which by way worked.” you smiled and he did too.

“i can tell. otherwise i wouldn’t do this.” he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. your hands found his cheeks and his found your waist. you didn’t waste a second to respond. the kiss was slow but passionate. it was all you ever wanted. you pulled away and looked up at him. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” you leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before you heard mackie call out, “hey lovebirds, let’s go! we’re going to the bar to celebrate this win!”

you and mark laughed as he stared down at you. “this doesn’t count as our first official date, right?” he asked as you two caught up with everyone.

you shook your head, “no, not unless you want it to be.”

“good.”

the way i honestly got a little carried away with this and it somehow still turned out like shit. it’s fine. the last part was booty as i had gotten tired but at least it’s done. this took me two days to write and i promise all of my other fics won’t be this long.

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa blurb #umich hockey #ethan edwards #luke hughes #mackie samoskevich #luca fantilli #frank nazar #johnny druskinis #isa’s works

[ghostfacd]

★ IN BETWEEN | PARK SUNGHOON SMAU

part one: he made it clear he don’t want you

Park Sunghoon never really understood why Lee Heeseung was so overprotective of you.

Ever since the three of you entered high school, he was acting like your dad, making it clear that you were not allowed to date Sunghoon or any of his friends for that matter.

“You took Heeseung off your spam?” Jake whispers, eyes widening. “Hey man—you know I’m bad at secrets!”

“Well just shut up!” Sunghoon clasps a hand over Jake’s mouth when Heeseung approaches behind them, eyebrows furrowed.

“What are you doing?” He asks, watching as Sunghoon quickly places his hand down.

“Nothing.” Sunghoon wipes his palm on his uniform, eyes hinting annoyance. “You know my business professor is such a bitch? Apparently he asked the counselor to switch me to a different course because I do nothing, now I’m stuck with physiology, and I don’t even know what that is!” He pulls out a cigarette, searching his pants for a lighter as he balances it between his lips.

“This stuff is garbage,” Heeseung clicks his tongue, clearly disgusted with Sunghoon’s smoking habits. He takes the cigarette from the younger boy’s mouth, who’s eyes widen in shock as he watches Lee Heeseung squish it with his shoe.

“Hey! I just bought that pack asshole.”

“You’ll thank me later.” Heeseung sighs as he looks up at the sky. “Y/N takes physiology you know, maybe she can help.”

“Y/N and I don’t even talk,” Sunghoon scoffs, frowning as he looks at the smushed cigarette on the floor. “Plus, your sister’s off limits, remember our freshman year of high school talk?”

“Yeah yeah.” Heeseung waves Sunghoon off. “She still is—but I’d think she’d be a good influence on you acadmeic wise. C’mon Hoon, you’re a sophomore in college not high school. You cant keep fooling around anymore. Is this about Kyunghu breaking up with you? You know she wasn’t good for you.”

Sunghoon purses his lips in annoyance. “It’s not about her. And trust me, I know. I’m trying, you know.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Heeseung shrugs, and Jake eyes his two best friends, finding the intense moment too awkward for his own liking.

“Cmon guys, let’s go eat something! Lighten the mood.” Jake swings his arms around both boys’ shoulders. “How about Korean BBQ? Heard there’s a new place down the block.”

And just like that, the conversation about you between Sunghoon and Heeseung seemed to diminish into thin air

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author’s note. first chapter done 😽😽 jake n hueningkai lwk my favorite characters rn LAWL they’re very silly.

synopsis. While you were busy crushing on Sunghoon throughout high school, he had always viewed you as Lee Heeseung’s annoying little sister, especially since the three of you grew up together. That all changes when you end up going to the same university together and wound up being partners in one of your courses. Although Lee Heeseung has made it clear Sunghoon wouldn’t make a good boyfriend, you can’t help but be tempted by him, especially when he was begging you to tutor him with the prettiest look on his face.

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[abbyslev]

𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀- 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

A/N: JUNE ACTUALLY WROTE WTF YOU GUYS WHAT WHAT WHAT OMG its not my best and there will def be a smutty part 2… just be happy i ever wrote LMAOOO but guys let’s thank me elvis presley for inspiring me to write this

WARNINGS: not proofread at all sorry guys it’s 2 am

It was uncomfortably hot, your body feeling waves of heat overcome it.

       You fan your face, walking away from the crowd of people. “Where are you going?” Sasha yelled over the loud music, holding onto your arm. “Outside. Need air.” You just smile before walking away. You push the door, back leaning against the cold doors. 

       Ah, the simple regret. You hated studying and sticking your nose in a book, so you chose to party. You never seem to grasp the fact that you lived in the city, and partying is just what young adults did all weekend. You hated crowded parties. 

      Your phone vibrated in your pocket. You picked it up, the light flashing your sensetive eyes. 

Hange

 u still alive?

           Yeahhh just rlly crowded

Hange

omg you never learn 

lol

no i’m outside rn 

breathing air 

Hange

ur funny 

what time r u planning to come home? 

i’m at the library rn 

and how drunk r u

drunk off my ass 

very much so 

ohhh is it busy 

Hange

yes

what library is busy at 2 am 

smartass 

call me 

            You smiled at the last message before pushing the call button.  “Hey.” Hange’s raspy voice came from your speaker. You sat on the floor, playing with the strings of your shoes. “Aren’t you supposed to be quiet in the library?” You smiled.

      “Well no one is here.” You could practically hear their smirk. “Ok, i get it.” You rolled your eyes. “Why are you studying this late anyway?” “Big assessment tomorrow. It's huge and we have to mix chemicals and stuff.” “Tough shit. You think Professor Erwin’s gonna kill you if you fail?” “What part of ‘huge’ did you miss?” Hange smiled. 

       “Pshhh, don’t ask me. I couldn’t even tell you the color of the sky right now.” You leaned your head back, closing your eyes. “Do you have someone to walk you home?” Hange’s tone changed. “I’m not gonna lie, I came here alone.” You sighed.

        “Someone’s gotta be there.” “I got Sash.” You rubbed your eyes. “That’s fine, as long as she can walk you home. Or someone… besides that Ymir girl… she’s too touchy.” Hange said. You froze, sitting up. “What do you mean?” You pushed more. 

      Why would Hange ever care about your past flings. “Well, she’s just weird.” Hange played it off with a laugh. “Cause we were a thing?” You squinted. “Not necessarily…” They trailed off. “It’s because we were a thing.” You said ina. demanding tone. “I’m not repeating myself.” Hange hummed. 

      You stayed quiet for a moment. “Are you jealous?” You laugh. Now it was Hange’s turn to stay silent. “Why would I be jealous?” Hange nervously chuckled. “Because you and I know there’s something going on.” You lowered your tone.

        “You’re drunk off your ass!” Hange laughed. “Am I really?” You challenged them. You knew that if you were sober, these words would not be leaving your mouth. But there was so much tension between you and Hange, it was hard to deny. 

      Your friends always told you to reconsider your thoughts about Hange. You brushed it off, not wanting to ruin everything. You were feeling quite confident at this moment. 

        “You tell me.” Hange snarked back. “Well, I think you and I know what’s really going on here.” You bit your lip. “And what is that exactly?” “That we both know this whole roommate's bullshit is just an excuse to be around eachother. We both know there’s more to that.” 

      Hange stayed silent. “I’m going home.” You hang up the phone, standing from the floor. 

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         Your head laid against the cold wall, head pounding. You heard a chuckle.

        Hange took their key, fitting in the lock. “Did you forget your key?” “I was waiting on you.” You shook your head. Hange helped you up, rushing you inside. 

         “What was that whole thing about?” Hange asked you, kneeling to take off your shoes. “Just some drunk thoughts.” “Which are sober ones?” Hange pulled off your shoe, standing back up. “Maybe.” “Why can’t we talk about this when you’re sober?” Hange set down their backpack, cheeks turning red. 

    You stayed silent, looking down. You felt Hange’s warm lips on yours, back pressing against the kitchen counter. They held your face in between their hands, lips softly molding with yours. They pulled back, panic in their voice. “I should’ve asked, I'm sorry.” They blushed harder. You shook your head, pushing their foggy glasses up. You kissed them again, before pecking their face over and over again. 

      “You reconsider what I said.” You kiss their nose once more. 

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[themidnightcrimson]

Princess Parts. | w. maximoff

summary: in which your mommy helps you destress from doing homework.

warnings: top!wanda, smut, fingering (r receiving), sub space, princess parts (obvi), i wrote this while i had a fever, i need wanda to touch my princess parts, i can’t even remember what this fic is about enough to think of any more warnings, am i giving jaded tenured professor who no longer cares about anything vibes rn?

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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Your back was beginning to ache from bending over your laptop and notebook. Shreds of eraser littered the page and even the cushion of the couch you were sitting on. Your eyes burned and stung from the blue light of your laptop that you’d been staring into for hours. Head beginning to pound, your chest was growing tight as you continued to work through the complex homework you had been assigned.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if only you knew how lengthy the assignment was and had started it earlier than the night that it was due. You had started as Wanda started on dinner, kept working as you huddled your plate of food in your lap, and continued to work until later in the evening. In fact, you hadn’t moved from your spot on the couch in so long that the fluffy cushion was forming a sunken print of your ass.

Mindlessly chewing on your pencil and clicking at the keyboard, you had hardly said three words to Wanda all night. She had busied herself with making dinner and then cleaning up, but now she was on the other end of the couch, lounging as she read a book. Turning a page, her eyes flickered over the book’s rim to glance at you for the thousandth time. Every time her eyes landed back on you, there was a new wrinkle between your eyebrows.

Finally, she lowered her book to her lap. “Baby,” she purred, waiting for a moment. You didn’t hear her, and she knew it was because you tended to hyper fixate on things to the point of deafness. It made the corners of her lips tug upwards before she repeated louder, “Baby.”

Finally, you perked up, straightening your hunched back and turning your bloodshot eyes to the redheaded woman. “Yea?” you asked quietly, feeling a bit irritated that she pulled you out of your focus.

Wanda stared at you wordlessly for a moment. Your chest was moving fast, and your fingernails were bit down to their ends. You were so stressed out, and she could tell by the strained look on your face.

“Why don’t you put your homework away for a moment, hm?” she purred again, using her coercive voice. She really wanted you to take a break, not only for her desire to have your attention, but for your own good. “Don’t want your brain to melt from overworking it.”

“I can’t,” you snipped, turning your eyes back to the screen upon realizing she didn’t need anything besides pestering you. “This is due tonight at midnight.”

Wanda glanced to the clock on the wall. “You have several hours before midnight. Just take a little break, my love.”

You ignored her again, pursing your lips and typing furiously on the keyboard before using the pencil to scribble on the page. Wanda sucked her tongue—her little girl was not listening to her. Her little girl was being bad.

Placing the book to the side, Wanda slowly crawled toward you until she was sitting beside you. She watched you glance to her from the corner of your eye as she gently moved your hair behind your shoulder, bringing her lips close to your ear. “Don’t you think that Mommy knows what’s best for you?”

That feeling tugged within you. The urge to give up on the homework and crawl into her arms, the urge to throw your autonomy out the window and let Wanda make all your decisions for you. The reminder that the homework was due soon rung loud and clear in your head, bringing you back down to earth. “Wanda, I can’t. I have to get this done.”

“What did you call me?” she quipped, the sudden edge in her voice burning your ear.

You opened your mouth before closing it again, taking your focus off your homework for a moment to look up at her. The more you denied her, the more she would try harder to get you to fall into her. “Mommy,” you whispered in the least emotional voice you could, not wanting to start something but also not wanting to make her start something.

The sight of her dark pink lips turning to a satisfied smile made warmth blossom in your chest. “That’s right.” She brought her fingers to your chin. “I’m your Mommy.” Her hand caressed your jaw, causing your eyes to flutter for a moment. You wanted to lean farther into her, but your homework was pulling you back to reality.

“Mommy,” you repeated firmly, “I have to get this done.”

“Baby, you’re so stressed,” Wanda cooed, pouting her lip and lowering her brows. She brought both of her hands to your shoulders, her palms flattening against the bone as her fingers massaged your muscles. She leaned down as she squeezed your tense shoulders and let her lips brush against the lobe of your ear. “Let Mommy make you feel better.”

Her massage was gentle yet firm, enough to make your body move with her motions. Her hands felt so good massaging you, and you started to let yourself fall into that state of utter submission.

Wanda placed a kiss right behind your ear as her right hand dipped down your chest and grabbed your tit. A small gasp left your mouth as she squeezed the sensitive flesh. She hummed and whispered, “You know Mommy’s touch always makes you feel better, doesn’t it, princess?”

It was like Wanda had hypnotized your brain to trigger upon hearing that word. Two syllables were enough to drape that veil over your mind. Still, you resisted.

“Wanda,” you breathed, but upon saying her real name, you earned yourself a soft slap to the face.

Wanda grabbed your face and turned it back to her, her eyes flashing. She was growing irritated at your resistance to her. “Correct yourself before I bend you over my lap and punish you,” she said in an unsettlingly calm tone.

“Mommy,” you whispered, voice cracking as Wanda scooted even closer to you. She hummed with approval before returning her hand to your tit, letting her other one fall and roam across your body. She bit her lip and watched the way your eyes started to grow heavy at the feeling of her hands touching you all over, especially when they dipped down to your thigh. She knew it would only take another sentence to persuade you, and you were sufficiently persuaded when she nipped your ear and whispered, “Mommy wants to make her princess feel better.”

Your entire body relaxed under her touch, and she discreetly smirked at her success. Besides making you cum, her best talent was persuasion. Keeping a hand on your breast, she moved your laptop and notebook to the floor before gently pushing you backward until you laid under her on the couch.

“My sweet little girl,” Wanda cooed as she slipped her hand up your shirt, causing you to shiver at her touch. “Mommy knows you’ve been so stressed about homework, yea?”

You found yourself at a loss for words as you nodded, your skin heating up in the trail her hand left on its way up your shirt. Wanda mirrored your nod, her eyes darkening when she took a handful of your bare breast, turned on upon realizing you had no bra on. Remembering that you had been to class earlier that day, she paused and asked, “You had a bra on when you went out today, right?”

You nodded quickly, remembering her rules about always wearing a bra. She didn’t want anyone to see the parts of you that belonged only to her.

She smiled in relief as her thumb rolled across your nipple which instantly hardened. “Good girl.”

Leaning down, Wanda pressed her soft lips against yours, and it took you a moment before you remembered to kiss back. The kiss caused you to fall deeper into your state of submission, especially when her tongue forced your lips open and slid inside your mouth. Wanda moaned against your lips as her tongue glid over yours and licked the roof of your mouth, her tongue so wet and warm that it made you shiver from the feeling.

Pulling back, you saw the darkness that arrived in her irises before she whispered, “Take off your clothes, princess.”

You were fully hers now. In automatic obedience, you pulled your sweatshirt over your head and shimmied out of your sweatpants, which Wanda aided by tugging them down your feet. You were naked now besides your thin layer of panties, and the cold air hurt your already hardened nipples. Wanda’s warm body pressed flat against yours as she stared down at you, completely in her control now.

“Mommy,” you whined, wrapping your arms and legs around her frame. “I cold.”

“You’re cold, princess?” she echoed, running a finger over your lower lip which was puffy from her kiss. “Don’t worry, Mommy will warm you up.”

Placing both hands on your breasts, Wanda kissed your lips once more before kissing your chin, the column of your throat, your sternum, and then leaving a trail of kisses down your abdomen. Your breath faltered as you felt her soft lips tease the skin right above your panties. She was so close to your heat that you could feel her warm breath fan against it, and that seed of desire blossomed within you. All thoughts of homework were gone now as you reached down and placed your hands in her hair.

Wanda glanced up at you to make sure you were okay before she opened her mouth and placed it over the thin cloth covering your pussy. You squeaked at the feeling as she slid her hands around your thighs and gently spread them open. She briefly licked you through the panties, enough to make your breathing turn labored before she crawled up your body again.

Even with the small touch, you already felt cold without it. “Mommy, please,” you whined, tugging at her hair like a child. Your cheeks were flushing red now, eyes hooded and pleading. “Icky,” you mumbled, squeezing your thighs shut and rubbing them together to replace the momentary friction she had given you.

Wanda cocked her head and looked at you as if she had no idea what you were talking about. “What’s icky, baby?”

You strung out a wordless sentence and started to babble when she began rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Icky… down there,” you managed to squeak as she continued to torture you, pretending to be completely innocent.

“Icky on your princess parts?” Wanda finally gave in, to which you desperately nodded, continuing to attempt to pull her closer to you even though the weight of her body was resting on your abdomen.

“Oh, no,” Wanda said dramatically. She waited for you to say something, but your empty, longing gaze was enough to let her know you had slipped past words. “You want Mommy to make your princess parts feel better?” She ran a hand up and down your stomach, which only made your clit throb.

“Uh huh,” you muttered, rubbing your thighs together as hard as you could to find some kind of relief to the throbbing sensation between them. “Please, Mommy.”

“Mommy’s proud of you for asking so nicely,” she jested as she adjusted herself, spreading your legs again and sinking between them. “Don’t worry, Mommy will make the icky go away.” She parted your panties to the side so she could run her fingers through your soft folds, her touch instantly making you twitch and gasp.

Wanda gasped in dramatic surprise. “Princess is so so wet for Mommy.” Her fingers swam in your folds, simply feeling how soft and wet you were. Wanda had to hold back a moan when she watched the way your back arched as her fingers met your nub and pressed into it. “Mommy knows how to touch you exactly the way you want, right, Princess?”

You only half-heard her through the desire now pulsing all through your pussy. You nodded, grabbing her soft locks of red hair as she played with your slit. After a few moments of this, you were growing too desperate. “Mommy, please, inside.”

“You want me to go inside, princess?” she echoed, to which you furiously nodded. Your entire body was squirming on the couch beneath her, your legs hooking around her and desperately pulling her closer to you.

Deciding to give you what you want instead of dragging this out as long as she wanted to, Wanda moved her fingers to your entrance and slowly slid two of them inside. Your tight walls tensed upon the intrusion but sucked her fingers in nonetheless, your lips falling open in a silent moan. “That’s it, kitten,” Wanda purred as she pressed a few kisses to your hot face. “Take Mommy’s fingers like a good girl.”

Her fingers sunk deep inside you and curled, massaging that sweet spot that made you shudder. She took her time with you, dragging them out slowly before jutting them back inside, hitting your spot harder this time.

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” Wanda breathed as she stared intently at you. “Laying naked below me, legs spread, taking my fingers in your precious princess parts.”

A moan escaped your lips, your hips bucking up to meet her hand. As much as you enjoyed how she was slowly relishing you, you needed more. “Harder, Mommy.”

Wanda snapped her hand, her fingers jutting deep inside you. You were dripping down her hand already, the squelching noises making your cheeks burn. She was rubbing your spot just right, thrusting her fingers at the right angle and the right speed, that you already felt pressure coiling in your tummy.

“You’re Mommy’s pretty princess,” Wanda groaned throatily, utterly drunk off the sight of your juices covering her hand. She slipped a third finger inside you and felt the stretch that made your eyes squeeze shut. “I love your tight pussy,” she added as she pressed her thumb against your clit and rubbed it. “All mine. Tell me your pussy is all mine, princess.”

“Mommy, I’m gonna c-cum,” you whimpered, urging your hips upward in sync with her hand.

“You can’t cum until you tell me your pussy is all mine,” she purred, bringing her free hand to your face to move your hair out of the way. “C’mon, baby, say it. Use your words, pretty girl.”

You took one hand out of Wanda’s hair to grab the arm of the couch above you, trying futilely to string together the words she wanted to hear, but you made your best attempt. “All yours… my pussy all yours.” Your orgasm was growing heavier in the pit of your stomach to the point where it was paining you to hold it back. Light flooded your eyes as the nerves in your stomach started to tingle. You were already in the process of slipping when Wanda came through and grunted, “Cum for Mommy.”

Wanda gasped at the feeling of your pussy clenching hard around her fingers and pulsating as you came, arching your back completely off the couch and causing your tits to be near enough to Wanda’s face for her to take one in her mouth suddenly and bite it, which only prolonged your climax. She felt so good with her fingers buried inside you and her mouth sucking your nipple that you could only whimper, “Mommy,” over and over again as your orgasm finally released your body with a limp plop on the cushions.

The inside of your cunt throbbed around Wanda’s fingers still lodged inside, and the cold you felt before was replaced with warm sweat all over your skin. Wanda fluttered kisses all over your face and neck, her hair tickling your cheek as you giggled softly. You trembled as she pulled her fingers out of you and placed them in your mouth. You were startled at the intrusion, but you quickly suckled around her fingers and tasted your own arousal, licking up every last drop and swallowing thickly.

“Such a perfect princess,” Wanda whispered, her green eyes sparkling as she watched you and felt your warm tongue swivel around her long fingers. She pulled them out of your mouth and wiped your saliva on your own tits, smirking as she did.

Slipping an arm under your back, she lifted you up so that you were straddling her lap. “What do you say to Mommy?” she cooed, bouncing you on her lap as you giggled and wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

“Thank you, Mommy,” you shyly mumbled, hiding your face in her neck and inhaling her sweet perfume.

“Of course, princess,” she responded with a kiss to your cheek. “Now you’d better finish that homework. Your reward will be milking my cock.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #lesbian #lgbt #marvel #smut #nsft #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff smut #sub!reader #top!wanda #mommy

[lazystar]

The one where SKZ has an “Intervention” for Two Idiots in Love

Breakdowns Part 2B

||Bang Chan x Reader||

Summary: The one where the kids play relationship counselors and … let’s just say they shouldn’t quit their day jobs in this AU.

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A/N: Hello everyone I am so glad you seemed to like part 1! Tumblr operates on a system of reblogs so if you like my writing please consider reblogging my work! Or if you would like to comment instead that would mean the world to me.

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CW: Went more of the comedy route because I cried a lot the day I wrote the draft of this. Reader is the dumb one here. All of SKZ are himbos here, Hyunjin comedian era, Jisung dad friend era. Felix in his water sign era fr here, yes I know he’s a virgo anyways -.-, we stan the kids being our comedic relief for our two bumbling idiots in love. Hyunjin fr acts like such a pisces here and we stan!

WC: ~2K

Written on my phone on my docs bc my laptop is barely functioning rn. so sorry for any errors !! If u like it consider reblogging or commenting your highlights!

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~ At Jisung’s Apartment after the phone call~

Jisung felt like a sad circus ringleader as his older friend sat on his floor sniffling and clutching at the stuffed wolf his younger twin left behind. It hurt him to see two of his favorite people in the world both struggling to cope with their emotions and knowing he was wholly unqualified to help them. He wasn’t a psychology major he studied music production what the hell did he know about feelings or healthy coping skills? Looking over as Chan begins to lament about losing the love of his life again and how the stuffed wolf doesn’t smell like your perfume anymore.



“Hey Hyung? Have you reached out to the others for advice? Felix and Hyunjin are pretty smart with communication. I wouldn’t say to call the whole groupchat for advice because well…” and before his thought could even be finished Minho, Changbin, Seungmin, and Jeongin aka literally every other friend except the two he suggested suddenly piled into the living room, Minho jingling Jisung’s spare key with a look that could only be described as “I’m here to cause problems not solve them”, meanwhile the Three Musketeers were split either helping in the task of carrying a giant white board or carrying armloads of snacks.

Jisung let out an exasperated sigh, pinching between his eyes then rubbing circles on his temples for some sort of relief. “YOU END UP ON MY DOORSTEP FOR HELP AND CALL THESE FOOLS IN FOR HELP?! And to think I took you in after playing referee between you and Y/N, all I ask is you LISTEN TO ME. What am I, some kind of joke Christopher Bang?” Jisung went from concerned best friend to exasperated mother realizing his beloved best friend had no critical thinking when it comes to choosing friends with good advice.



“ Ji I tried to ask them first but Felix and Hyunjin told me they’re with her trying to help her…” The sniveling male replied meekly, feeling like a child who had been placed in time out. Which to be completely honest, he was, even though he was the oldest among his friends.



“FOOLS? THIS IS HOW YOU ADDRESS YOUR FRIENDS COMING IN TO CURE CHAN’S ILLNESS CALLED ‘RUINING HIS LOVE LIFEITIS’?” Minho squawked in clear offense, Changbin and Jeongin both clutched their metaphorical pearls and gave their best looks of offense toward Jisung.

Meanwhile Jisung just ignored them, not even the least bit shocked at their flair for the dramatics. He just shook his head and walked to the white board which was standing tall right in the center of the living room. He took a deep breath and was clearly summoning all of his seriousness, taking on the persona of a professor or CEO.

“Now let’s get down to business. No Changbin, don’t start singing. ANYWAYS! Since she’s my sister I’ll lead the first and hopefully only ‘Saving Chan’s Ass’ meeting. Now to the idiot in question and the reason we are all here—Chan you have a lot of work to do considering she’s in her head just as much as you are and will need some convincing to work this out. You two are a match made in overthinking hell. MOVING ON STEP ONE TO WINNING HER HEART OVER…” Smacking the capped end of the marker to the board to get the group’s attention Jisung began what was to be the most chaotic meeting in existence.



~ At Y/N’s apartment at about the time of the convergence of chaos is occurring~



“Okay so operation save Y/N from homelessness and bitchlessness.” Hyunjin begins holding up a white board marker and gesturing to a white board propped up in the living room. You were wrapped up in Felix’s hug and trying to get your sniffles under control. You had been crying for hours, as you thought over everything that may have to change if you had truly messed things up for good between herself and Chan. After he’d left you realized all of the moments she’d felt those tell tale butterflies in your stomach around him, gotten jealous over his admirers, and all of the moments you had realized you in fact liked him… not hated him.



“He’s not a bitch he’s just kinda dumb don’t call him a bitch.” You rumbled and the freckled young man holding you in one of his classic snuggle hugs could only laugh. Hyunjin sighed exasperatedly and crossed off bitchlessness and wrote himbolessness, grumbling about how Chan in this scenario was indeed a bitch.

Once the dramatic title of the board was changed the three of you laughed as you nodded at the change letting out watery giggles. “Okay so step one should be what, apologizing?” You ask, unsure of where to even begin. Hyunjin shrieked and began to explain how you never apologize to a man but rather make him realize he should have worshiped the very ground you walk on. You somehow managed to tune him out briefly only wanting advice not a 101 on how to somehow turn a radio DJ into a sugar daddy.



Felix gently adjusted your seating arrangement so he could go and steal the market from Hyunjin. “Jinnie please go sit down and let’s actually try to do something about this mess. I hate seeing our friends upset!” He pouted at the taller male. Hyunjin reluctantly sat down and laid his head on your lap and let you play with his hair while he and Felix brainstormed and bickered over solutions.



~let’s now check in back at Jisung’s~



The meeting at Jisung’s apartment was not faring much better as the six men all bickered over the right ways to woo women, how to win their hearts. Apparently Jeongin’s idea of serenading you with a boombox was impractical as life was not a 90’s movie according to Changbin. However, Changbin’s idea of flexing and wooing you with muscles wouldn’t work either according to the entire group. Idea after idea was struck down like bowling pins. Impractical suggestions just bounced around the circle like a pinball in an arcade and it was giving Chan no hope for a good ending to this cacophony of drama he had somehow created.



After a few hours Chan decided he had been through enough shouting and bickering for one day. Tuning out his beloved friends, who at this point began to sound like they were going to bicker for the sake of it, he began to look at his phone. He scanned his screen and noted that the time now was nearly 7pm meaning it had been about 8 hours since the two of you had last spoken, and the only thing he wanted to have seen was a message from you.



But glowing from his lock screen was

nothing, it had been hours since the fight between you two, and his friends’ questionable advice session felt oddly longer than the silence that was happening between you two. Hours of separation and his heart sank and he quadruple checked but it was true not one notification from Y/Nnie❣️ came up when he would illuminate his lock screen. Not a single message reading something like “Come back, I’m ready to talk about this”, nor an “I’m sorry, why don’t we talk in person? ”, not even a “Hey asshole come to the apartment ”. Not a single letter, syllable, or even emoji to communicate how you felt.



He was readying himself to tell his friends his feelings, ready to bare every single emotion to the five other boys and say that this meeting of the minds meant fuck all, and to declare that this whole thing was a pointless effort. Chan was silent and stewing almost about to boil over. The others too distracted by being right in a situation they all grew very emotionally invested in.



Chan’s brooding caused his inner thoughts to swallow him whole before he could even comprehend speaking, instead his thoughts did the talking to him; they told him the same things he had been repeatedly saying to himself all day. He knew better, he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up, he shouldn’t have thought of you, his roommate, his best friend’s sister, in that way. He should have known better than to fall for his best friend’s sister. He knew better to play his games with your mind, he can’t try to act like he knew he wasn’t upsetting you but he would have rather kept his heart guarded. He only had himself to blame is that damning voice in his head sneered, pouring salt into his wounds.



He was genuinely starting to draft an email to the housing office to move out in his head, the thought of facing you right now genuinely sounded like torture. He couldn’t imagine the eggshells he would have to walk on to feel some semblance of peace.



But then a musical glimmer of hope came in the form of your ringtone blasting from his phone.

“Chan. Please tell me your ringtone isn’t Feel Special by Twice.” Seungmin’s judgemental tone of voice and somehow audible eye roll cut Chan’s happy thoughts that his prayers were answered off.

“It’s Y/N’s ringtone dude, she stole my phone one day and set her tone to that. She kept on saying I should have an iconic song to recognize an icon was calling me. Cute huh?” Chan chuckled, all too happy to be remembering the moment well.

“WELL ROMEO, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR GET YOUR EMPTY HEAD OUT OF FUCKING LALA LAND AND ANSWER THE PHONE!!” Jisung’s shout broke Chan out of his memories and the elder answered the phone.



“Y/N?! I-is that you listen.”

“Sorry mate, listen it’s Felix. Y/N uh, she um… shit how do I say this? Y/N… She ran out of the apartment, she was crying talking about how she was not going to make things right with you. How she was so mean about everything, she was in such a negative headspace it was scary. To make things worse she left her phone behind so we can’t get her location to make sure she’s safe. Hyunjin’s here panicking. I’m panicking. You have to find her dude, I don’t know all the details but you both clearly have a lot to work out. I would get going it’s going to be dark soon.”

“Fucking hell oh my God okay, how long ago did she leave?”

“Maybe 10 minutes ago? We tried going after her but lost her in the park by yours. She is probably still there and terrified, we both know she hates being out alone when it hits sundown.”



Chan bolted up from his seat and threw on his shoes with lightning speed. Not even listening to the others’ questions of what he was doing or where he was going. The park you were probably in was a good 15 minutes on foot away fro Jisung’s apartment and the playground with in the park was covered up by foliage and low hanging branches making it a very private area. It was closer to your apartment and another 10 minutes within the park to locate.



He raced to you like a mad man, knowing your cry spot from times you had walked out before upset due to school stress. The two of you had shared locations just in case anything had gone awry before, at Jisung’s overprotective behest.



After almost 15 minutes of racing on foot rain pelted Chan’s face as the clouds began to pour like they heavens chose to cry alongside him. Another 15 or so minutes later he found himself crouching next to you at the swing set of the playground near your shared home. He was shaking, cold and scared of what could have happened if Felix hadn’t called him. Upon seeing your frame shake with your own cries and your attempt to curl in on yourself as you saw him, Chan wept a little harder just from seeing you in this emotional pain.



All he could do was pull you into his arms as he knelt on the ground. His face found its solace in the crux of your neck and yours did the same. “Oh my God Y/N you’re okay, I was so worried when Felix called me.” He trembled as he gripped your now very soaked hoodie tighter. You nodded into his embrace and clenched your fists into his damp shirt and just shook. Neither of you before this day would have imagined you’d be crying over the other and holding onto each other for dear life, almost as if the second you let go the other would disappear into the cold stormy air.

“I’m okay Channie, I’m not hurt.” You whispered into his neck and just gripped him tighter. You two stayed like that as the sobs subsided into crocodile tears. You both looked at one another for a moment steadying yourselves for the make or break moment that may change everything for the better or worse.



“I’m sorry” simultaneously left both of your lips, both of you thinking you owed the other an apology. A laughter soaked with tears left both of your lips, you went to apologize again when he cut you off.

“Baby look at me, you have nothing to be sorry for, I was a dick when I was hiding how I felt. You were nothing but kind, how could I not fall for that. You are so fucking wonderful. An angel, and if you are willing, I would like nothing more than to call you my angel.” His voice was powerful yet soft. You could barely meet his gaze and couldn’t bring yourself to speak, you didn’t trust your voice not your own facial expressions. So like a deer in headlights you froze again, not believing that he still wanted you. “I should have waited to say that I’m so dumb. I’m sorry you’re still upset with me I—mmph” You tugged him by the collar to your lips and cut his ramble off with a hard kiss. He was the one frozen now, not believing that the girl of his dreams was kissing him. He pinched himself to see if it was real, and indeed it was. You pulled away and saw him fully embody the shocked face emoji, blush and all.



“You’re not a dick just kind of a dumbass, you know that right?” You giggled out as you watched the cogs and gears in his head move to process what had just happened. Once it set in that you had kissed him, he rapidly and dopily nodded to affirm your statement and pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss again. This one was powerful, filled with the unspoken apologies you both had, the unspoken love you both had realized you felt for one another, the yearning he felt, the desire you held for him. The emotions melding through the movement of your lips and wandering hands. He moved to cup your face and your nails gripped his shirt as you both moved your heads to deepen the kiss. Just as Chan went to lick at the dean of your lips for silent permission to escalate the kiss, loud and obnoxious wolf whistles come out from the bushes. The sounds cut your reunion far too short for your liking and you can tell Chan feels the same way.



The two of you sheepishly looked over to the source of the sound to find the culprits and see your friends’ various reactions to you two. There poorly hidden by some bushes were Felix and Hyunjin holding one another weeping exaggeratedly, Jisung gagging along with Mino complete with heaving over to fake wretch, and lastly Seungmin, Changbin, and Jeongin all clapping like proud parents. You hid your face in Chan’s shirt at the realization your make out session had an audience, he couldn’t help but laugh and pull you closer not wanting to let you go.



“Okay love birds we get it you idiots realize you love one another but this is a family location, I can’t believe I’m telling my sister this but GET A ROOM” Jisung’s shout rang out across the grass. All nine of you share a laugh and you meekly smile up at Chan, before a devious smirk graces your face.



“Well lucky for you brother we already have an apartment, so we can go get several rooms!” Chan couldn’t even laugh; he just sputtered at your boldness, panic already seeping into his pores. Jisung looked about ready to kill you both as Chan scoops you into his arms, places you over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes and begins to run to your shared apartment. You were laughing, kicking, and shrieking as Jisung just stood there glaring and pouting in your direction. Rather than informing Chan that your brother was in fact not trailing after you both ready to commit a crime, you just accepted your fate of being carried like a kidnapped princess.

“Nevermind on calling you angel, you are a little demon.” He panted out whilst still running like he was in an Olympic race.

“Stop complaining, keep running! Also, you love it so hush.” You giggle playfully smacking his behind that was just in smackable distance from your face.

“First of all paws off the merchandise. Second of all You’re damn right I love it, my little demon.” He returns the favor placing a hand on your butt giving it a playful squeeze. You yelp and continue to laugh obnoxiously. He finally sets you down and kisses you as you reach the entrance to your apartment building. All was right in the world, you both found your pieces of joy in the midst of a breakdown. Like the Japanese art of kintsugi you had taken something broken and had turned it into something beautiful.

•End Scene for Giggles•

Meanwhile back at the rain soaked playground the seven meddling males stood in a circle nodding and smiling with satisfaction at the fact their friends succeeded in getting together. Minho sympathetically clapped Jisung on the shoulder as he stood there in shock over the events of the day, more specifically at your brazen response to his teasing. His baby sister (he was merely ten minutes older than you but he would forever rub that fact in your face) was all grown up, and that was something he was not prepared for at all.

Gathering his voice and his wits he looked around the circle, “From now on let’s not interfere in relationships for our friend group? I don’t think I can be scarred again watching another confession make out session combo.” The others agreed, all except for Hyunjin and Felix. They both were somehow still hugging and sobbing violently, like they had seen Bambi’s mom die or something similar rather than a moment of love. Or this may have been their reaction to seeing love find a way in the end? Who knows other than their odd telepathy.

“It was like a drama Ji! You can't shame my adoration for true love. Look at the material we had here; falling rain, a confession, a heartfelt moment, a kiss made for a romance story! A KISS IN THE RAIN HELLO! All of the parts to a romantic moment fit for the movies. It was- it was just. IT WAS JUST SO BEAUTIFULLLLL!” Hyunjin looked up and exclaimed whilst Felix nodded and glared at Jisung with a protective expression as terrifying as a baby chicken. He continued patting his friend’s back and comforting him.

“It’s okay Hyunjin one day we’ll have our own romance movie moments and they’ll be even better than Chan and Y/N’s.” Felix said with a comforting rub to the taller male's back. He lightly sniffled at the thought and then began to blubber with more tears and muffled cries.

“What now Felix?” Jeongin, the youngest of the group asked as he glanced over at the freckle-faced boy with a look of concern.

“I’ll answer for him with his typical quote whenever he makes us watch a romance related movie ‘I just really love love you guys!’” Seungmin interjected whilst Felix nodded and the group gathered into a large hug. Laughter settled over the group as the rain ceased.

#stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #roommates to lovers #skz fanfic #skz x reader #and they were roommates #they’re in love your honor #two idiots in love #bang chan #y/n gurl he loves you #why did i write y/n to be so JUST WHY

[lino-jagiyaa]

Hi Rin!!! 👋😆

I want to talk more but I'm busy practicing and filming for the selection of a piano competition (pls I regret wanting to participate but it's too late now🥲)

Could I request a drabble with the soft prompt dialogue #1:

Where y/n is a pianist, who's busy/stressed and thinks they're not good enough (me rn but the thing is I'm actually not good enough).

So y/n and Seungmin are both busy with schedules (idol!Seungmin) and they're in two different countries. But Seungmin saves the day by video calling with y/n.

Feeding my inner simp by procrastinating rn🫠

-Lyna🥸

hi hi! omg i love thisss | as a fellow seungmin simp i understandddd

also, i hope the competition goes well <3

chords | seungmin drabble

prompt: “i just wanted to remind you that you're doing a great job, and to keep up the hard work! i know that it can sometimes be a bit difficult but i promise your dedication and efforts will pay off.”

genre: fluff, angst(?)

pairing: idol!seungmin x pianist!gn reader

warnings: swearing, frustration, crying

word count: 627

note: i changed the prompt just a little bit since it sounds a bit off in this scenario but i hope it’s still good!

the week was just starting but it was already so tiring. you had so many rehearsals lined up and filming to do. all to prepare you for an upcoming competition.

you had thought that by joining, you could easily distract yourself from having to spend another long few weeks away from your boyfriend seungmin who was now at the beginning of his upcoming tour.

but instead of a good distraction, you were met with headaches and not to mention the massive load of coursework and the additional homework your professors decided to drop the past two weeks.

it was all becoming too much.

𖤐𖤐𖤐

just as you were going over some sheet music, attempting to get something done after spending the past 30 minutes wanting to cry your eyes out, your phone lights up with your boyfriend's contact.

he was on break from practice so he thought it'd be the perfect time to call. not knowing you were seconds away from a breakdown.

him having the perfect timing.

you immediately answer. after fixing yourself up a bit, of course.

when his face pops up on the screen you can't help but smile.

seungmin: hey! i missed you.

you: i missed you too, seung. this month is taking forever to pass.

seungmin: i knoww. but don't worry, i'll have a long break after i come back.

you: good. i hate being apart for this long.

seungmin: me too. anyways, what've you been up to lately?

you: i actually joined a piano competition...

seungmin: you don't seem too happy, why's that?

you: it's been really stressful. like i feel like i'm not doing well and like there was no point in joining. and on top of that, I have a shit ton of homework to finish by the end of the week.

seungmin: well, baby why don't you just drop out? or is there something you're not telling me?

before you could answer him, you felt tears start to pool in your eyes. seungmin noticed immediately, making him softly question you.

seungmin: take your time, baby. you’re okay, i’m here.

after taking a shaky deep breath and fiddling with the sleeves of your hoodie, you’re finally able to speak again.

you: .. okay to lay things out, i joined the competition to distract myself for a while since you’d be gone by then i realized i wanted to do well so you could be proud of me…

you couldn’t even look him in the eyes as you confessed. feeling embarrassed if your reasoning, putting your hands up to cover your face since it was becoming red.

seungmin admired the fact that you were doing this for him. yet he’d be proud of you whether you won or not.

he was smiling at you so wide. so entranced with you. so in love.

seungmin: well thank you, but i’ll be proud even if you don’t do well. you’re already doing a great job, love. and i know that it can sometimes be a bit difficult but i promise your dedication and efforts will pay off.”

you: seungmin…

seungmin: what? you know i’m right. whatever you do, anything you do will make me happy. so don’t worry your pretty little head about that.

you: ugh, i hate you

seungmin: i love you too. hopefully you feel better, right?

you: i do, thank you. and i love you too, seung

seungmin: i’m glad. it is getting late hear and we have sound check early tomorrow, but sleep well. i miss you.

you: okay, i miss you too. goodnight.

𖤐𖤐𖤐

after hanging up, you felt a lot better. a lot more confident in your work too. being reassured that he’s still gonna be proud of you no matter what.

his words made your heart flutter. having someone who was so full of love. it meant a lot.

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#kim seungmin #skz fluff #skz angst #skz seungmin imagines #linojagiyaa #rin’s moots ˚₊·𖤐 #rin’s mailbox ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ #💌 - lyna darling! #[𖤐] answered!

[crybaby-bkg]

hi hi!! i saw you were asking about when to post your kinktober masterlist and i wanted to suggest posting it a month prior so if possible this next week

i’ve never done a kinktober before, this year is gonna be my first since i started sharing my writing only recently but i study business and my marketing professors always say that the biggest hype a promotion for an event happens the month prior and i’m gonna post based on that since i also had the same doubt as you so i’d thought i’d share and hope it helps you in anyway!!

i also only have three drabbles left to finish and i’m hoping to get them done this week to have the masterlist up by next weekend since i’ll only be posting every wednesday and saturday + a bonus on the 31st cus i don’t trust myself yet to post daily my first time 😅

plus i’m attempting a taglist and seeing how they stress out everyone else is stressing me out too but don’t wanna knock them until i try them first you know..

anywayssss i rambled so i’m so sorry but again i hope it helps you in anyway possible and hope you have a beautiful weekend, lovely!! <333

getting on my knees and praising you rn bc this was actually EXTREMELY helpful omg!!!!! I still was like, hmm should I post a month before like is it even worth it, will anybody even see it since I’ve been posting so sporadically lately?? and you breaking it down like that really just pushed me to do it LMFAO

and omg right taglists are so stressful like why does copying and pasting a username make me sweat so much?/!:&;$;&;

anyway, thank you so much for this!!! I think I’m actually gonna post the Masterlist tomorrow morning now lol have a great weekend love!! 🫶🏼

#this was so helpful #I appreciate it so much!! #—another happy customer! 🍭 #counter fav kaida

[starlitheaven]

— DARK SPRING

pairing. yuuta okkotsu x fem!reader

summary. yuuta is having relationship troubles, and he isn’t sure how to go about it. 

tags. 18+, established relationship, college au, mentions of blood, murder, yuuta pov, mentions of sex

notes. been in a yuuta mood ever since the cockroach chapter, and @vamptomura just gets me when it comes to him. this is just me procrastinating on my other writing. this isn’t edited btw I literally wrote this in like two hours rn.

wc. 2k+

“Where were you? I stopped by the shop to bring you food, but they said you weren’t in today.”

The door squeaks softly on its hinges as you slowly close it behind you. Once the door is fully closed and locked in place, the doorway remains tensely silent. Yuuta watches as you turn to him fully with slightly widened eyes, lips opening and closing as you struggle to answer. 

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he finds himself relishing in the upper hand that he has over you right now. Just this morning you had told him on your daily phone call that you’d be busy at work later tonight. That usually meant you two wouldn’t see each other until the next day, but you’ve been so distant lately that Yuuta’s been yearning for you more than usual. He ached to see you, even if it was just picking up food from your favorite restaurant and dropping it off at the bookstore. It’s still packaged and bagged, now sitting cold on your kitchen counter. 

You weren’t at work when you said you’d be, and now you’re unsure of what to say. He’s caught you in your lie before you even respond, but Yuuta files it away at the back of his mind. Instead, he gives you an out. He smiles gently and takes your backpack from you to lessen the weight on your shoulders. “Did you get the days mixed up, angel?”

“Y-yes, I guess I did. Sorry, I was studying at the library.” you reply carefully, giving him a hesitant kiss on the cheek as you step further into your apartment. “I’ve just been a little stressed about the midterm coming up.”

Just like that, Yuuta eases you into a sense of relaxation like the good boyfriend that he is. He ruffles your hair and reheats your takeout for you as you go take a shower, which is something you used to do before bed and not right after coming home. It may be minuscule to others, but he’s always been observant of you. It’s how he keeps you happy and something you’ve appreciated about him, as he’s always attentive to you and your needs.

It’s also the reason he’s noticed that it’s not the first lie he’s caught you in lately. You’ve been a sneaky little thing; saying you’re someplace when you’re actually not, claiming you’ve gone to sleep but he sees you’ve read his text at 2am, staying out later but not informing him where, no longer asking him to accompany you to the laundromat, and taking more showers than usual. 

He pretends as if everything is alright, but there’s doubt stirring in his gut.

He asks Megumi about it. Megumi says to leave you alone as you’re probably dealing with something and don’t want to be bothered. He asks Maki afterward. She says to straight up confront you about what you’re hiding and talk it out like adults. He even asks Professor Gojo, who tuts at the fragility of young love but doesn’t give an actual answer. Then again, he’s chronically single. What would he know?

It leaves him at a deadlock. Maki’s advice is the most sound, but so is Megumi’s. Yuuta doesn’t want to push your boundaries and force you to confide in him, even if he’s your boyfriend and it’s what he desperately wants. But he also believes that being honest to you about his doubts could clear up these inconsistencies. 

He opts for neither. What’s funny is that it’s Professor Gojo’s nonsensical spiel that speaks to him most. Young love is fragile, and Yuuta is afraid of doing anything that will compromise your relationship. A misstep could cause an explosive argument and drive you away from him. It’s an outlandish thought brought forth by his deep affection for you, as you’re not that type of person at all. You’re level-headed, patient, sweet, kind, and just the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. 

He can’t lose you. 

So what he does instead is he begins to follow you around. He watches as you enter the History building, where your night class is, and he remains outside for some time. He gives himself half an hour before he decides to go in, but the time mark doesn’t even pass before you walk out of the building. Through the side door. You’re not not carrying your backpack or books on you, and he wouldn’t have even noticed your dark clad figure if he hadn’t been intently watching.  

It’s easier to follow you through the dark night when you’re on campus, as there’s still several other students roaming about and allowing him to blend in amongst them. Yet, you eventually leave the university and take to the quiet streets. Yuuta curses inwardly and has to create a larger distance to remain undetected. It works in your favor as he eventually loses track of you, and he has to head back to his apartment. 

It’s not until much later, laying restlessly awake on his bed and staring at your fake goodnight text that he wonders what you were even doing. He could’ve headed back to the History building and waited there or asked your classmates where you were, but he told his own lie to even follow you in the first place, telling you he was spending the night with Toge. 

And as much as he’d love to follow your every move, he also has classes, a job he can’t ignore, and is a teacher's assistant to a pretentious man with a keen attention to detail. I’m following my girlfriend around to find out what she’s hiding, is not a valid excuse. Not even Professor Geto would accept it. As charming as he is, his mentor also has no lovers so he wouldn’t understand.

It’s not until weeks later on a sunny weekend that he finally has you all to himself. The two of you are having breakfast at a small diner, and his eyes are boring into the chunky TV mounted on the wall while you’re digging into your french toast beside him in the leather booth. He’s gratefully sipping on his black coffee and hoping it revitalizes his will to live, as he’s lost sleep over you ever since that first night he lost track of you. 

His hair is messier than usual and there’s dark circles under his eyes, which you sweetly fuss over and attempt to kiss away as if you’re not the reason for it. But you don’t know this, and Yuuta won’t place that guilt on your shoulders, so he basks in your affection and reassures you that he’s fine. The exhaustion is seeping deep into his shoulder blades as he continues to watch the news when his eyes suddenly widen at the screen. 

“Y/N, look.” he’s shaking your shoulder gently, and turns to you in a frenzy. “It’s—”

His teeth instinctively bite down, and a burst of sweetness lands on his tongue from the cherry you popped into his mouth. He’s treated to the delightful sight of you laughing at his surprise, and then you take another cherry from your dish and place it between your teeth. You look at him expectantly with the fruit still visible to him, and it makes his cheeks heat up. He knows what you want. 

Yuuta hesitantly looks around the restaurant and finds that the other patrons are paying you two no mind, most are looking in the direction of the TV. Once he’s reassured there’s no eyes on you in your small booth, he leans down and takes the cherry from your lips with his own. The red juice splits in half between the two of you and drips messily down your chins, but you both don’t care. 

He chuckles into your mouth, cupping your jaw as you swap the cherry in a deeply sensual kiss. It feels like ages since he’s laughed and trades kisses with you, so he’s bolder than usual, his previous bashfulness at PDA gone. He sucks on the juice from your tongue and curls his other palm into your waist, pulling you flush against him. The warmth of your body spurs him on, and he begins to nibble on your lower lip. You whimper and gasp his name into his mouth, your delicate hands grasping at his button up.

You spend the entire day at his apartment, not once leaving the bedroom. 

Yuuta thought that spending an entire day worshiping your naked body and painting your insides over and over with his sticky load—marking his territory—would ease his mind over what you’re hiding, but it doesn’t. Because it continues on, and Yuuta finds himself stuck on a cycle. He moves his entire schedule to have an opening, he follows you, and he loses track of you every single time. 

He even begins to call you every night to make sure that you’re getting home safe, as things have been shady around town. He offers to walk you home, even if his class schedule conflicts with yours and his job is on the other side of town. But you stubbornly decline, not wanting to impose on his already busy schedule.

The thing is, Yuuta is stubborn too. He’s tenacious once determined, something that Professor Geto says will get him far in life. So, he calls out of work and follows you closer than he has every other time. Even when he’s sure he’ll find you where he thinks, he rounds the corner to the parking lot behind an abandoned warehouse after minutes of silence and finds it empty of you. He’s greeted by the cold night air and the metallic smell of blood. 

Panic shoots up his body and has him running further until he reaches the end of the lot and his white sneakers almost step on a puddle of blood. It shines darkly under the moonlight, and it has Yuuta’s hands shaking as his eyes follow the small trail. He follows it to a large dumpster, rusty from who knows how long being unused. His heart is beating out of his ears as he looks down into the dark abyss, but it’s not you that he finds. 

Immediately, he sighs in relief and places a palm over his pounding chest before the realization kicks in. Because while it isn’t you, he recognizes who it is.

Well, he actually doesn’t know who he is. It’s the man who bumped his shoulder and tried to drunkenly start a fight with him one night when the two of you were walking to the movies after a dinner date. Yuuta was going to let it go and get you out of there as your safety was his only priority, but the man backhanded him while slurring obscenities. Still, he remained calm even as he flipped the man’s entire weight until he landed flat on the ground with a knee to his chest. The man’s friends nervously apologized over and over, but Yuuta only had eyes for you. Instead of responding to the blubbering idiots, he tenderly asked if you were okay and got off of the man when you nodded.

He got up, took your smaller hand in his, and never looked back. He really thought it was the end of that, but here was the man now. Rotting in a dumpster. The sight stunned him to his spot, and with shaky hands, he grabbed his phone and called you. Suddenly, that morning at the diner rings in his head like an alarm. He had been so charmed by your flirtations that the news headlines were pushed to the back of his mind. It was no coincidence, then.

Yuuta anticipates your voicemail after several rings when you finally answer. 

“Hello?”

“Where are you, sweetheart?” he asks lightly, eyeing the corpse. 

“I’m—” you paused, and it’s only then that Yuuta could hear you catching your breath. He turns and sees a small alleyway beside him as a side exit to this lot. “I’m walking home from work. What’s up?”

“It’s so late, baby.” Yuuta sighs, checking the outsoles of his sneakers for any blood. “You should’ve at least called me. I’m worried about you being out right now. You know, I heard that Miss Ito was killed recently.”

You click your tongue. “Ah, was she? That’s so scary.”

But you didn’t sound scared at all. Why would you? Miss Ito was the bartender at the local music venue who shamelessly flirted with Yuuta, continuously doing so even when you were there. She was a few years older and always giving him and only him free drinks, all while “playfully” trying to paint you as an immature girl who can’t keep up with him. 

“Mhm, it is.” Yuuta doesn’t know a lick of what murdering someone entails, but he assumes it’s tiring. He can hear it in your lovely voice, and he doesn’t want to add to it. “Call me back when you’re home, alright? I miss falling asleep with you.”

Your voice softens. “I do too, Yuuta. I’ll call you right when I get there. I love you so so much, you have no idea.”

Yuuta thinks he knows how much, if the stab wound right in the man’s neck is anything to go by.

“I love you too.” he smiles, sending you a little kiss before the call ends.

He stands like that for a few seconds before he crouches down and opens up a private tab on his phone and begins to search away. He learns how to scrub blood and footprints off of asphalt and other various methods to clean up traces. The box of rubber gloves under your bathroom sink flashes in his mind, and he knows that his girl is smart. 

Because this isn’t the first person you’ve killed. After that night, he begins to look deeper into other deaths in the area and the timeframe aligns with all the other times that you’ve disappeared from him. Some of the deaths are random, and others are personal. Mainly those who have wronged him in the slightest way.

All this time Yuuta was afraid of losing you, but you’ve been so devoted to him the entire time. So, he devotes himself right back to you just as he’s always done. He appears when you leave after a fresh kill and cleans up any little slip ups you may have missed, scrubbing away anything that can trace back to you. He’s diligent, like a guardian angel always at your shoulder.

He even catches you in the act one night. His dark eyes widen at the sights and sounds, but his heart beats only for you. He pays no mind to the dying person and worries for your aching body. Already, he’s planning to draw a bath for you and slip in behind you so he can scrub your back and wash your hair.

The thing is, Yuuta understands that what’s happening isn’t right. He knows that what you’re doing is vile and disgusting and should be punished. But he also understands that he just can’t let that happen. You’re his sweet girl who’s soft and has given him a home in your heart. The girl who wraps him in her arms when he can’t sleep and soothes him until he does. The one who patiently allowed him to grieve over his loss and never judged him for obsessing over a childhood love. 

Yuuta knows now that you love every part of him, and he’ll love every part of you as well. He’ll uplift you and strive to be the best future husband that he can be, and he’ll bury every single body you splatter on the ground. 

#writing a random short thing is so refreshing when everything has been so long #yes 2k is short for me because i can't shut up #yuuta x reader #yuuta x y/n #yuuta x you #jjk x reader #yuta x reader #yuta x you #yuta x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[skinnyducky]

sleeping beauties // v.h.

a/n this was a pretty easy one to write. it’s a bit shorter than i’d usually go for but i think it fits. i was supposed to post something yesterday but then my professor had posted the study guide to the exam and i had to work on that. n e ways, enough of my problems. here’s one of the requests. hope you enjoy !

p.s. i’m going to hold off on taking request rn, just so you guys aren’t waiting forever for them and so i don’t get overwhelmed. but i’ll open them back up once i’m cool, calm, and collected !

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Word Count: 745, slightly edited

WARNING: language, fluff, and i think that’s it

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You were so tired. You had been on a vlogging streak for nearly two months with no breaks. Sleep for you was nonexistent considering you spent the majority of your night's editing. Instead of getting your full eight hours of rest, you were getting about three. Then you had to wake up at eight and do the whole damn thing over again. Not to mention, you were so busy with filming that you hadn’t even spent some quality time with your friends or your boyfriend, Vinnie. Having noticed this, you decided to take a break—as well as give your fans time to miss you.

So, here you were in the Hype House. You and Vinnie were sitting on the couch, cuddled up together while the others were filming TikToks and wreaking havoc. Despite the chaos, there was a slight peace to it. Even as Jack and Jake were going at it, you found yourself slowly falling asleep in Vinnie’s arms. 

“Y/n?” Vinnie said softly, rubbing your shoulders soothingly. You glanced up at the boy, your heart swelling with love as you looked into his eyes.

“Yeah?” 

He smiled, “You sleepy, babe?”

“Just a little.” You replied, attempting to sit up. That proved to be more of a hassle since you were so comfortable. “I’m gonna stay up though. I know you wanted to do something today so-“

“No, Y/n.” Vinnie interrupted. “You need sleep. Relax, close your eyes, and just sleep. The Sun’s still up, so we can always do something later.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

With his confirmation, you shut your eyes and allowed yourself to enter the dream world. Vinnie hadn’t moved or said a word, afraid of disrupting your needed rest. But all that left him to grow tired as well, and soon enough…he was fast asleep. With your head resting on his shoulder and his laying on top of yours, it was a sight so cute. Especially to a particular Hype House member. 

Thomas smiled cheekily as he pulled out his phone. He tapped on the TikTok app and began recording you and Vinnie. “Look what I found, you guys.” He said, zooming in. “Aren’t they just the cutest?” The 15-second clip wrapped up and Thomas posted it onto the Hype House account.

“What!?” Jack shouted, running towards Thomas. “What’s cute!?”

“Jack, they’re sleeping!”

“Oh, shit!”

Vinnie’s sleep was short-lived as he heard the two go back and forth. Gaining his vision, he groaned. “Can you both just shut up?” He glanced over to make sure you were still asleep and thankfully, you were. “Y/n’s sleep.”

“Jack, where are you!” Jake screamed, stomping into the room. 

Vinnie rolled his eyes. “We’re gonna go upstairs.” He said as he got up. He cautiously wrapped his arm underneath your legs and used the other to support your back. Feeling the movement, you nuzzled up against him, placing your face in his neck. Even then, you were still fast asleep. Vinnie carried you upstairs and into his room where he laid you onto his bed. He laid down next to you and got situated, throwing an arm over your waist and pressing his chest against your back. 

Sadly, the coziness ended when he felt a vibration in his pocket. Not just a vibration…multiple vibrations. He furrowed his brows as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his buzzing phone. The minute he looked at the screen, he was met with various notifications from all of his socials. 

“What the hell?” He whispered to himself, trying to figure out what was going on. Clicking onto Instagram, he went straight to a TikTok tea account, hoping that his iCloud hadn’t been hacked. The messages you sent each other were far too embarrassing. He’d die on the spot if they’d gotten leaked. However, his anxiety had died once he found out what was sending people into a frenzy. He broke out into a smile as he watched the TikTok Thomas had posted. He scrolled down to look at comments. While there were a few negative and jealous ones, the majority of them were positive. They went on and on about how you two were cute and that you guys were their “ship”…whatever that meant. 

Glancing away from his phone, he looked over at you. Still, you were sleeping soundly. He couldn’t help but think about your reaction when you found out you two were currently trending on Twitter. Ugh, that would surely be a moment.

#vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader

[missluckycharms]

can you do a imagine where y/n plays volleyball and she gets hurt and h take care of her?

A/N: hiii! I hope you like this! I also had to look up some details about volleyball as it’s not really that commonly played here in Ireland, if I say something wrong pls ignore it I tried my best. The vaccine is kicking my ass rn, I got my second dose so if this sucks and there’s mistakes pls ignore that also 😭 Enjoy !!

This is college!Harry and Y/N I hope you don’t mind !!

Warnings: talks of smut, strong language and Harry being a sarcastic loveable asshole.

Today was not Y/N day.

First of all, she woke up late, giving her only twenty minutes to get ready and make her way to college, which is usually a thirty minute drive without traffic. She was like a lightening bolt running through her apartment, falling over Harry’s shoes that were just abandoned around her room and trying to find any clean clothes as Harry came over last night and as usual, he distracted her from doing what she needed to do, which was her laundry.

He was asleep while she did all this, her small huffs and puffs picking up his shoes and throwing them into the corner didn’t even cause the lazy log in the bed to move once, his body tucked up under the covers as his face smushed against her purple sheets as he let out small snores, she looked at him and silently wished that was her. She was lucky she packed her gym bag last night before he arrived over, all of her clothes, her ankle braces, her knee pads and her favourite trainers she wears for games all packed into her bag and all she needed to do was pick it up and throw it into the trunk of her car along with her book bag.

She kissed Harry’s forehead and again, he did not even move, he may of given out a slight hum for a grumbled word but Y/N didn’t have time to contemplate what he said, she was rushing out the door wearing clothes that were probably Harry’s as the joggers were nearly falling off her as she ran. She didn’t care though, she needed to be in her first lecture or her grades would go down. She made it to campus with only thirty seconds to spare, she doesn’t know how she wasn’t pulled over for driving faster than the speed limit when she saw the campus come into view. Her body ran through the halls, dodging anyone in her way as she dragged herself to the lecture hall where her professor was probably already starting lesson, his usual morning introduction as everyone set up their laptops or notepads for the hour lecture ahead.

She got a disapproving look from her professor when she slide into a row, flopping down onto the seat and apologising as she rummaged through her bag looking for her laptop. Her professor was already going over what they would be covering today when she realised she doesn’t have her laptop. Then she remembered where it is, it’s in her apartment in the bathroom.

Harry insisted they had a bath last night to relax her after she took some exams in college that day, the pair were soaked under the bubble filled hot water with her laptop propped up on the sink playing a show on Netflix as they relaxed and spoke about their day. She grabbed her notebook and pen and immediately began to scribble down the notes she would have to transfer onto her laptop tonight, if Harry doesn’t distract her again. She knows he might not, he has classes of his own today, his starting later than hers and his classes only being on four days a week instead of five like Y/N, yesterday was his day off, hence why he was being a needy little shit and clinging to Y/N like his lifeline until they fell asleep.

The day dragged out for Y/N, her usual one hour classes feeling like four hours, her notes taking for ages to write up as she tried to keep up with what was being displayed on the board, her lunchtime consisting of her bumming off her friend for a few dollars to get something to eat as she left her purse at home, her friend didn’t mind but she felt awful for asking. When the day finally ended she was relieved, all she wanted to do was get into the gymnasium and play some volleyball with her team to get all the anger she felt today, she was not having a good day and the only things that can help her with that is Harry or volleyball, and because she had training today over their at home game being played next week, she was relieved she could get some stress reliving in before going back to her place where she knows Harry will be — he hates his own apartment as he shares, Y/N only having a one bedroom one that she snagged and Harry being left with a flat thats shared between four people, there’s no privacy there, none.

“You’ve been tense all day, is everything okay?” Abbie, Y/N best friend asks as they begin their warm ups, the two sat on the floor side by side as the stretch their legs and arms getting warmed up for practice.

“Today wasn’t my day, woke up late, forgot my laptop and purse and now I have to go home and type up nearly fifty pages of notes onto my laptop — Who’s idea was it for me to study Biochemistry?” She laughs out, stretching her arms behind her head as Abbie follows suit, the pair watching as the coach shows them what to do, the pair sat at the back to avoid being yelled at for talking.

“I think that was your idea, I certainly didn’t force you to do that. If it helps, environmental studies isn’t easier, I swear I’m constantly writing up lab reports and giving presentations each week” Abbie rolls her eyes, the pair now doing lunges as they continue to chat.

“Shit! I have a presentation next week, I totally forgot” Y/N groans, squeezing her eyes in frustration as she hasn’t even started yet, her mind immediately going to how she has to type up the whole presentation while probably having Harry hang out of her. Harry is studying sports science, in hopes to one day set up his own personal training business. They usually have study sessions together as Harry has just as much work as Y/N, but Harry isn’t as much as a perfectionist as Y/N, he’ll slap together a presentation and call it a night while she has to make it look pretty and aesthetically pleasing.

After a fifteen minute warm up, the girls are already playing a mini match for practice, six players per team, Y/N being up nearest to the net with three other girls. She’s been named as one of the teams best scorers, her jumps are high and her force hitting the ball is something that scares opposing teams when they play competitions. She’s been on the college team for nearly two years now, her whole college course is five years long — she’s aiming for a bachelors degree in Biochemistry, she’s so happy she has something else to do while in here, she knows she would of went crazy if she didn’t have something to calm her down.

They play three games, Y/N’s team wining the first game and the teams tying on the last game due to the positions being switched and she was put to the back to give other players the chance to spike the ball up. She’s back up front on the third game, her body now rested from the small water break they were given in between the games, her body full of adrenaline and ready to play. The game is playing out as usual, Y/N jumping and spiking the ball up and over the net with the help of her team mates, the other team just as good as them as they all battle it out on the court. In the last two minutes is when it all goes downhill, Y/N jumps up to spike the ball, when she lands, she wobbles and falls over, her ankle rolling as she cries out in pain on the court, the coach blowing the whistle to stop the game as everyone rushes around her.

She tries to stand up, she falls back down again, Abbie and another girl holding her up as she shuts her eyes in pain. The coach takes off her ankle brace and sock with her permission, she’s now sitting on the bench as her ankle is iced and checked over by the coach, Abbie helping Y/N by refilling her water bottle when needed, her ankle now propped up on a chair with ice on it as the rest of the team begins their warm downs.

“It’s definitely sprained” Abbie says looking under the ice at her ankle, Y/N wincing when Abbie presses down lightly, jumping when she lets out a small cry.

“Yep, definitely sprained” she says putting the ice back on and sitting down next to her friend as they both laugh a little, the pain easing off with the ice as Abbie distracts her with stories and jokes.

“Y/N, do you have anyone to take you home?” The coach asks, allowing the rest to leave as Abbie stays seated with Y/N.

“I’ll call my boyfriend, thank you for your help” she says as the coach pats her on the back, telling her she can take all the time she needs off while also still being allowed to attend the games to support. She’s devastated about it, but at least she can support her team from the sidelines.

“What happened?” Harry asks running out of his car, the door slamming as Abbie wheels Y/N out in wheelchair given to them by the coach from the injury room.

“Fucked my ankle, doesn’t surprise me honestly, today wasn’t a good day” she sighs s Harry laughs a little, helping her out of the wheelchair and guiding her towards his car that’s parked only three steps away.

“You’re okay now, let’s get you home and rested, yeah?” He says laying her down on the back seat, picking her leg up and resting it on the seat as she winches in pain a little as she adjusts herself on the seat.

“Thanks for all your help, I’ll have Niall come and pick her car up later” Harry says to Abbie, closing the back door and smiling at the girl who’s waving in at her best friend who’s mortified in the back of the car, laughing masking the pain she’s feeling.

“If you both need anything give me a call” she says as Harry nods waving her off as he sits into the car, turning around to look at his girlfriend who’s looking back at him holding in her laugh.

“Only you” he shakes his head laughing as Y/N lets out a loud cackle, knowing he’s right, only her would end up fucking up her ankle even with a brace on it, it’s defiantly a Y/N thing to do.

The car ride home is filled with laughing and a few sing songs as Harry tries to distract her from the pain. He helps her into her apartment by carrying her bridal style up the flight of stairs and placing her down onto the sofa, propping her leg up on the coffee table, raising her ankle up on a pillow as he races to the freezer to find something to put on the injury.

“Okay, all you’ve got is frozen peas” he says placing the green packet down onto her ankle, the picture of peas hilarious as it rests on her skin, the swelling gone down since the gymnasium which is good, as Harry says.

“I’ll run to the store to get you some bandages soon, right now, you need some tea, the sugar will help with the shock you got” he says immediately snapping into Mum mode with her, Y/N smiling at Harry in the kitchen behind her, her head turning and resting on the back of the sofa as she watches him saunter around her kitchen.

“Do you have any homework you need completing? I got all mine done in library period we had today, I’m free to do yours if you have any��� he says fiddling with the kettle and switching it on, placing a tea bag into her favourite purple polka dot mug.

“I have to transfer handwritten notes onto my laptop, I can do that” she says as Harry turns around, waiting for the kettle to boil as he looks at her.

“Nope, I’m doing that for you, you need rest! I’m here to help you, I’ll be your nurse” he says turning back around to pour the boiling water into the mug.

“I’m fine Harry, it’s just a small sprain” she fights back, Harry shaking his head as he walks in with her mug filled with warm tea, passing it to her as he sits next to her wrapping his arm around the back of the sofa.

“I’m not leaving you here alone, if you fall what will you do? Get up and walk?” He says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes laughing, resting her head back on his arm as they begin watching the TV before them.

“Also, I expect the same in return if I ever get hurt” he jokes as she slaps his arm playfully, laughing loudly as Harry wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“You’re on top for the next few weeks Styles” she says sipping on her tea as Harry laughs, reaching over to kiss her check.

“I’m always on top, darling” he whispers to her as she pulls back looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Babe, please can you be on top? I had a leg cramp this morning and it might come back” she says lowly, imitating Harry and his deep British accent as he looks at her rolling his eyes.

“I don’t sound like that” he says taking her mug from her and sipping a little from her tea as she takes it back off him with a loud groan at what he just did — he always does it to annoy her, or he’ll dip some biscuits into her tea when she’s not looking.

“Oh yeah, must be what my other boyfriend sounds like” she says riling him up, his head turning to her as she looks at the TV screen laughing behind the rim of her mug.

“You’re lucky you’re injured m’love, if you weren’t you would be over my shoulder and thrown down onto your bed and I’d show you who’s your boyfriend, or daddy as you like” he says wiggling his eyebrows as she groans into her tea.

“It was one time! I said it by accident!” She shouts, turning bright red as Harry laughs loudly, kissing her cheek as she pouts looking down at her mug.

“You know I liked it, it’s okay baby” he says resting her head on his shoulder as she cuddles into him, her empty mug on her lap as she pulls the blanket down from the back of the sofa, placing her empty mug on the floor and throwing the blanket over them both.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you” she says feeling sleepy, her day catching up on her as Harry helps her nurse her injury, his hands fixing the frozen peas on her ankle if they move a little.

“You’d probably break your neck or something” Harry says as she groans looking up at him, his dimples popping out as he laughs at his own joke.

“I’m being nice!” She says as he bends down to peck her lips, their smiles against one another lips as they pull away looking at one another.

“I know m’baby, I don’t know what you’d do without me either!” He says sighing in contentment as she rolls her eyes squishing her face into his chest.

“Harry!”

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles au #harry styles one shot #harry styles fandom #answered asks #anon ask #harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles prompts #harry styles blurb #writing #imagine

[jiminrings]

what happened to mc after that?? JUNGKOOK I WILL WHOOP YO FUCKING ASS

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

the aftermath of stem koo breaking senior!y/n's heart

"do you need anything from us?"

yoongi asks you for the fifth time in the twenty minutes you've been home, heart breaking from the inside out when you haven't moved a single inch

he is begging that the thing you need from him and jin is to go beat j*ngkook up

HE CAN'T EVEN SAY HIS NAME WITHOUT BEING ANGRY AT HIM!!!!!!!

anything. anything to atleast make you sleep in peace tonight.

or them honestly,, either way

your body's facing the backrest of the couch and maybe that's for the better, because that way, seokjin won't feel the need to cry looking at the coldest person he's known to be openly vulnerable

you're still wearing your jersey!!! your stained dirty jersey that you've been in for the past three hours and the reason that it's still wet was that you've been using it to wipe your tears all the way to the dorm

"no. i'll be alright."

you mumble for the fifth time out of the five times you've been asked, and yoongi just has to grapple at his fist because he knows that being frustrated wouldn't help

you are the fURTHEST thing from okay

to be honest, it was only a miracle that you told the two of them what happened in the first place

it was in between sobs that you asked them why they were friends with you and they couldn't be anymore dumbfounded

it was in between violent tears that you mentioned hyeji that seokjin looked for a box of tissues because you've been intentionally rubbing your eyes raw

it was in between heaving that you said that no one wants to go the extra mile for me that yoongi started holding your cheeks and trying to get you to breathe with him in his panic too

it was in between hiccups that you uttered that no one wants to walk me home and that's when both of yoongi's and seokjin's throats started tightening, the dots hazy yet aligning nonetheless

it was in silence when you told that jungkook said that no one likes me, and that's when out of the three of you in the room – you're the one who's the calmest.

"okay. i'll bring you a blanket."

yoongi leaves it at that, standing from his spot on the floor to walk over to the kitchen where the blankets cLEARLY aren't there

no one really prepared yoongs for this

no one really is

there isn't a manual on how to act when the dearest friend that you have is crying their guts out for the first time

he can't explain his close bond with you and he's always seen you as his platonic girlfriend!!! his platonic girlfriend who has a bond with him that's closer than a sister's, more understanding than a mother's, and the utter admiration more than a friend's

you r literally yoongi's (platonic) soulmate and he would die on that hill

he would rather subject himself to torture via having to stay in a freshman's dorm equipped with the de facto led strip lights everyday!!! every single day, than to see you like this :(((

"what do you have on the bitch?" yoongi doesn't spare his words when he sits on the kitchen stool next to jin's figure

the dude is sTANDING and that means business

jin doesn't feel a single ounce of regret fetching his work laptop and scrolling through the files and tabs he has on every single student on campus, eyes only looking for one lee hyeji that's contributed to your anguish rn

jungkook is atleast 3/4 in this equation and seokjin will get to him of course

no one makes his emotional support best friend cry and nOT pay the consequences for it!!!!

in another life, vincenzo cassano's character is based on seokjin and the events in his life that definitely happened >:(

"she's daddy's money. can't fucking believe that sHE'S representing the school," he sighs in genuine annoyance, but not loud enough to pique your attention as he turns the screen so yoongi could clearly see her headshots, "must be a diversity hire. every university needs a fucking bimbo, apparently."

you see,,, yoongi would've SNORTED at that but now is not the time!!! he is still planning discreet retribution to avenge you!!!!

jin lets yoongi look at hyeji's entire file, wanting to get even the smallest bits even if the information he's taking in is against his will

he'll immediately delete whatever he learns about her right after it's served its purpose

"just messaged the faculty groupchat," seokjin himself didn't imagine the words coming out from his lips determinedly, but he knows that he's willing to do anything for the sake of this, "been crushing on jeon ever since the start of last semester. philosophy professor thinks it's because he once saw jungkook lending her a pen when they were in the topic of soulmates."

jesus christ

now THAT'S just annoying ://

this

whatever this is

seokjin and yoongi don't know what they're digging all this information for

they don't know what this unspoken plan is for, or if they even have a plan in the first place

if jin were to tell the faculty gc about this???

absolute mayhem

but he knows for a fact that they'd hate star student jungkook easily within a tap of a finger

the philosophy prof would lose all sense of rationality and reasoning and INSTANTLY point to jungkook as an asshole!!! no questions asked!!!! no elaborations!!!!

"i could get jeon eliminated from all the academic listings he's in."

jin pipes in at the silence that he and yoongi share, both listless in this situation that they never expected to encounter with you

"i could always spread a rumor and make him unlikeable."

yoongi toys with the rings that he wears, a heavy exhale tearing away from him

they could think of a thousand other ways to get back at jungkook!!! they literally can

seokjin knows a contract guy who leaves shredded paper with his contract's initials written on red ink (for a base fee of three dollars, he can switch up the ink for you!!!) right next to their side on the bed

yoongi knows a guy whose modus operandi is to discreetly follow people, have subliminals playing in the background (for an extra fee of ten dollars, he'll use wireless bass-boosted speakers), and continue doing so until the desired message is achieved!!!!

none of the people they have connections to could employ the same amount of pain he's caused on you

there's literally nothing that could hit home with jungkook besides you.

but there's no way to do that and even in your state of anger and sadness tHEN utter vulnerability, you can't even really think of hurting jungkook in the way he did

because you know and yoongi knows and seokjin knows and everyone knows that you aren't the type to wish ill

you admit that sometimes you're unavailable but you don't want that to be an asshole-reason to make everyone else around you suffer in the same way you do

the people around you aren't your shock absorbers!!!! that's why you hang out a teddy bear on your doorknob when you're mad so that neither yoongi or jin would have the possibility to be caught in your rage

that's why you call for a break when your soccer team is out of their game and make everyone drink their electrolytes before they speak to you!!!!

that's why you have the old heart of your even older build-a-bear stuffie in your pocket, one of the only reminders that your childhood even happened, one that you'd squeeze between your fingers in any remotely anxious instances that you find yourself in

jungkook's words hit home and it put you into a spiral if you even had one in the first place

your parents divorced when you were young and it's just that,,, no one from the two of them wanted you because you were the reminder of the other parent

you're a place marker for when a commitment started and ended and god did it make you grow up quickly

your aunt raised you!!!! she's an angel and she's the maternal figure in your life that you'd always be grateful for

you love her all the same and as much as you didn't wanna relate yourself to your parents in the same way that they don't, the feelings of being unliked hit you ever so often

lol it's quite a dashing mindset you have but you can't see any other interpretation you should employ

you leave before they could leave you.

it's not really as dramatic as it sounds

BUT IT COULD BE

there's always obligatory groupchats for projects and you're the first one to leave it instead of awkwardly waiting out for the conversation to dwindle and then leave one by one

when you and yoongi argue, you leave before he attempts to get the last word in

when jin is about to ask if you want to split the bill, you're already putting more than half of your share on the table

it's a nagging feeling of not wanting be unwanted in every situation you're in, but you aren't all that sure of wHAT you'd do to be liked

the only thing you could think of are lunchboxes, and even that gets taken away from you.

does no one really like you??

you're shifting in your position before you know it and the lone sound makes jin and yoongs come to your side immediately, looking at you in concern

you're looking up and you could just fEEL your eyes are puffy and even the light's hurting them

"i need to sleep."

"o-oh! m'kay, sure. i'll carry you to bed, let's go," seokjin wastes no time in responding, about to hook his arms underneath you when you repeat yourself again

you only chuckle but it's the driest and most painful they've ever heard, wincing when they can hear how breathless it was

"no. i mean i need to sleep."

jin blinks once

yoongi blinks twice

OH

right

they get it now

you don't want to sleep, and you really can't, but you need it

"i'll get it!!" jin volunteers to grab what you need, leaving yoongi with you

oh god you could fEEL that he's going to cry

what a big baby ://

seokjin comes bearing the joint :D

he's about to light it for you because he knows that three specific short hits would lull you to slumber then knock you out cold for like a day lmao

he minored in chemistry actually but he cAN'T explain shit on why that's your body's reaction

you're all-good for literally anything besides three short hits lmao

yoongi was about to scold jin because he lights it and tHEN he's the one who takes the first drag, but there's an assuring wave of his hand

how romantic

jin just blew you a heart

<3

they can't get anything from you besides the slight crinkling from your eyes but they don't mind at all — your eyes are atleast one degree less sad

you take your turn and even pass it to yoongi but he rEFUSES,,,,, not the least bit dejected that he decided not to because he wants to watch over you instead and not see every inanimate object with cartoon eyes on them while watching over you

"bake her a cookie if in case she suddenly gets hungry in the middle of her sleep. sneak a carrot in it or something," jin reminds yoongi and he's sERIOUS about the recipe, holding you in tow as he makes the way to your room

yoongi's about to break out the bowls, freezing in his steps when he hears the doorbell frantically ring

oh god

the ONE time that they didn't plug the door with a wet towel and now it's probably the hall manager outside about to do an inspection

that is not..... the hall monitor

that is a fucking asshole

jungkook's been pacing on his heels, his knocking loud enough to wake up the entire hallway at this point

he's SWEATING and he's not even wearing his hoodie

the door finally opens and the words start tumbling out of his mouth

"good evening. i-i wanna explain myself and-..."

that is not,,,,, you

it's his senior that he's disrespected probably too many times

yoongi leans to the door, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face that the junior's never seen before

"you ever had a sandwich before, jungkook?"

"w-what?"

the younger boy stammers, his eyes following yoongi's actions of looking behind him out of worry and then going outside to join him by closing the door softly without noise

yoongi only snorts, not even sure if he's up for conversation

"hyeji's never packed you a sandwich before?"

jungkook pales at the mention, mouth drying when he sees yoongi bring up the soft smile that doesn't comfort him at all

"the one that's all knuckle?"

#WHAT DO WE THINK BESTIES :D WHAT'S HAPPENING NEXT #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook drabbles #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook au #jungkook angst #jungkook angst imagine

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@firewhiskyss: 🎢 harry with either “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” or “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.” because my heart can’t handle angst rn 😋☝🏼|| for my 300 followers celebration

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Muggle!Reader

Summary: Being stuck in the elevator is bad enough, but being with a stranger makes matters worse.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: not proofread, light cursing, elevators, power outage + let me know if i missed anything

A/N: too bad u cant handle angst i could’ve found ways to sneak that into this hehe jk anywaaayy ok i felt uninspired sorry hydagjih

Harry held a bag he did not own in his hand. His shirt was a bit muddied and moist on one side, but he didn’t mind. He stood in front of the eighth door he’ll be knocking on in hopes it was the owner of the bag. It still wasn’t, though.

Instead, a woman his age greeted him with a smile. She was pretty, sure, but she wasn’t what he was looking for. He apologized for interrupting and went ahead to knock on the ninth door.

It swung open, and Harry let out a long sigh.

AN HOUR OR SO AGO

“Hold the door!” said a voice from the lobby. Harry pressed the open door button in haste, the doors doing as it was told to do. The figure rushed inside, hair dripping wet on the tiled floor of the elevator. He kept his eyes trained to floor as she moved his way to press the button to the eighth floor. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

The girl next to him began to dry her drenched hair with a purple towel, patting herself dry. Harry risked a brief glance in her direction — she was wearing a floral one-piece swimsuit which she layered with denim shorts. When she caught his eye, they both inched away from each other uncomfortably. To their relief, the elevator started to move up.

Nobody seemed to be coming in just yet. After all, it was six p.m. and most were probably outside biding their time for night swimming. Harry, on the other hand, just came down to get a box of doughnuts for Mr. Weasley, who he can only assume was changing into his swimming trunks in their hotel room. The rest were probably doing the same.

Harry was waiting for it to reach the ninth floor when the elevator lurched to a stop on the seventh. While Harry refused to meet eye contact with the girl next to him, she was busy trying to convince herself it was alright.

It’s okay, she thought to herself as she made a show of more aggressive patting of her hair in more of an attempt to calm her drumming heartbeat than to really dry it. Another passenger was probably just entering.

But she knew better, they both knew better. The lights above them began to blink in an inconsistent manner. To her dismay, the doors did not open nor did they continue to go up.

They both turned to each other with a bewildered look on their faces. Harry made to reach for his wand, but held himself back. Then the lights went out along with the tiny ones coming from the buttons. Harry froze. He heard the stranger next to him shift, probably wrapping the towel around herself. She had stopped pretending to pat herself now. Harry watched as her as she dropped her bag down on the wet tiled floor and pulled out a bulky gray block from it. Harry stood there awkwardly as if a statue while she kept on fumbling with the block thingy he now recognized was a flip phone. A light glowed from it, her face looking similar to that of a ghost.

She pressed it against her ear, but it seemed to not be working. She then raised her hand higher in hopes of getting better reception to no avail. Harry cleared his throat. The girl’s head whipped to his direction. “The emergency call button,” said Harry.

“I know,” she spat, reaching out for the buttons. But instead of clicking that particular button, she clicked the button for opening doors. Harry noticed she seemed to be shivering a bit even with the towel.

The girl was still dripping, albeit lesser now. She kept pressing the open door repetitively with her wrinkly fingers. Harry remained stiff, unsure if he should use his wand. “What floor are we currently?”

Taken aback, Harry didn’t respond for a couple of seconds until she reached out to his shoulder to check on him. “Oh, er — seventh, I think.”

He then heard her click a button he supposed was for the seventh, then a bunch of other buttons the next.

“We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die. . . .” Harry found that he preferred the constant clicking noises from the buttons over her constant reminder of their ‘impending doom.’ It was like fourth year all over again when their Divination teacher Professor Trelawney kept telling him he was going to die an early death. She kept chanting to herself in hysterics.

“Have you tried . . . the emergency call button? The one with the bell?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?” said the girl. To his surprise, she picked up her bag again and aimed it at the elevator door before swinging it right in the middle. She then started banging her fist hard on the doors, pounding. “Help! I’m stuck! I mean, we’re stuck! Hello? I’m wi —”

“There’s a press to call thing here,” pointed Harry.

“Good,” she remarked as she practically run to it when the elevator made a creaking noise from above. The girl let out a shriek as she fell backwards and pulled Harry down with her. “Lie flat or we’re both gonna die!”

“Why — ?”

“JUST DO IT.” He did. Both of them sprawled their legs and he felt the damp floor wet his back a bit, but he was still weighing the pros and cons of pulling out his wand. Of course, if it were up to him, he’d pull it out in a heartbeat but the Weasleys’ vacation was on the line and he couldn’t jeopardize that by—

The elevator whined, and it felt as if it was moving a bit. “We’re gonna plummet to do our death!”

“Calm down,” said Harry, hardly knowing why he even bothered in the first place because he didn’t know what to say next especially with the girl’s expectant eyes on him. He thought of what Hermione had told them when they first came here, who then attempted to calm the others down about their feelings on Muggle Elevators. “Er — elevators are one of the safest ways of transportation with only the fatality rate of zero point zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-something-fifteen percent per trip.”

“Oh, shut up, stranger,” cried the girl. “There’s still a fifteen in that end. We’re gonna die, accept that!”

“You seem to be the one having troubles accepting that,” argued Harry back. She shot him a glare.

“I haven’t written my will and we’re gonna die. You see — you hear that rumble? We’re slowly falling down and we’re gonna die. I should have — should have taken the stairs. Please, please, please let me live! I swear I’ll start eating vegetables! This is it stranger, we’re gonna die.”

“That’s a bit melodramatic, don’t you think?”

“We’re about to die and you have time to think? Lie with your chunkiest bits on the floor to increase our chance of survival.”

He wanted to argue, but he resorted to inching further away from her and stretching his limbs awkwardly.

“Damn it, you shouldn’t have kept the door open!”

“How is that my fault? If anything, I was being nice,” said Harry.

“Being nice? You just sentenced me to my death and now I’m dying in this cramped space in a swimsuit and shorts that aren’t even for swimming!”

Surprisingly, the elevator whined to a stop. They remained on the floor for half a minute. Eventually, she was the first to stand up. Dusting herself and not meeting Harry’s eye, she smashed the bell button with her finger. It buzzed for a few seconds before a guy’s voice answered.

“Hello,” said the operator. The intercom seemed to be having troubles.

“Uh, hello, hi,” replied the girl.

“So are you currently stuck in the elevator?” Harry could hear the girl turn to him in the dark and call up the look of utter disbelief, as if wanting to reply, ‘No shit.’

“Yes, very much.”

“Okay, are you alone?” asked the operator.

“Unfortunately, no. I’m with . . .” she trailed off, turning to Harry with prolonged contemplation. “With stranger. I’m with stranger. A stranger. With a stranger, I mean.”

“May I know your names please?”

“Uh, sure? I’m . . . Papier Matchen and this is —”

“Har — Neville. Neville Longbottom, sir,” answered Harry. The operator did not respond. “Neville Longbottom.”

“Are you both guests?” asked the operator.

“Yes,” said [Y/N]. “Wait, are you a guest?”

“I am a guest,” said Harry stiffly.

“He’s a guest,” she added, as if in an attempt to keep whatever morale is left high. The operator didn’t respond again. “Hey, uh, operator? It would really help if you didn’t keep disappearing on us.” She chuckled nervously.

“What floor are you currently on?” said the voice with a bit more static.

“Uh, well,” she said, turning to Harry, “last time we checked, it was on the seventh but it moved down a bit and we might be in-between floors seven and six.”

“Alright, thank you. We’re currently experiencing a city wide power outage, and it appears that the back-up battery in Elevator Three has not yet been replaced since the last brownout. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

“Yeah, you should be sorry. So, uh, is any of your authorities gonna come and pick us up?”

No response. She pressed the button again. And again. And again. No sound came, not even static. “Hello? Hi?”

When no one responded again, she slumped to the floor once more, her hair still wet but no longer dripping. “Sit down,” she said, pointing at the spot right next to her. Harry obliged. “You can sit across, I don’t care. I know I smell like chlorine right now.”

Harry sat across from her, leaning back against the wall. She didn’t talk either. This went on for about five minutes until Harry had the urge to do something or at least say something.

“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking,” he started.

“A dangerous pastime, you should be afraid. Go ahead,” she said, gesturing a finger gun his way.

“Shouldn’t we try to get out of this?”

“Who are you, Bruce Willis? Need I remind you that you are Nev . . . Bottom?”

“That’s not actually my name,” said Harry.

“Same, I just said Papier Matchen off the top of my head. Like papier mache but witchy. My name’s actually pretty good, I think. I’m [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Oh, wait, nope, don’t like it.”

“I think it’s good.” [Y/N] turned on her phone and shone it around until it landed on his face. Harry realized he had kept the box of doughnuts in the corner when she made them sit down. “I’m Harry,” he said when she finally turned off the phone.

[Y/N] turned it on again and directed it to the box of doughnuts. “Are those doughnuts to make us super tiny like Alice in Wonderland or something?”

“Oh, those are for my friend’s father.”

“Let’s eat it, I’m hungry,” said [Y/N].

“It’s for my friend’s father.”

“You have to realize that that is so not a good enough point. We’re trapped in an elevator with no means of communication with that musty man and eating that is the only thing we can do. Unless you want to do something else?”

“Er — What?” choked Harry, clearing his throat. “Okay, fine, uh, doughnuts.”

She made a triumphant sound Harry couldn’t explain, but paid it no mind as she reached out to grab the box of doughnuts from the corner. She set it in front of her.

“Hey, these are from my aunt’s bakery.”

“They are?” asked Harry.

“Yeah! The one across the street from here?” asked [Y/N], to which Harry nodded. “Ooh, you got the one with Oreos? Nice! I helped design those.”

“Okay, uh, can I have some?”

“I thought it was against your will to take some of these from your ’friend’s dad?’” teased [Y/N], but she handed him a doughnut anyway. Harry began to eat just like she did. “Sorry I forced you to lie down here. . . .”

She looked at him, waiting for something. What? Harry furrowed his brows, confused.

“Sorry, I mean, what’s your name again?” asked [Y/N], hints of the chocolate stuck between her teeth and some on her lips.

“Harry Potter,” replied Harry, who debated against himself whether or not he should point it out. After all, she seemed to be having a good time and they just started to lose the tension. “You’ve got uh, something on your, you know.”

“I know,” said [Y/N], but she didn’t do anything about it. “Anyway, can you believe six and seven are lucky numbers yet here we are, stuck in the wretched elevator between them?”

“No, that’s why I don’t really believe in those . . . things.”

“I’d say that’s insulting, but I’m dripping in my swimwear while I’m stuck in the elevator with a total stranger, so fair enough.”

Harry didn’t know how long they were talking, but it just went on. He was pretty sure there were times he even laughed. Harry reached out to grab another doughnut when he realized she was holding it as well. They both let it drop back to the box.

“Oh, no, it’s yours,” said [Y/N].

“It’s okay, you can have it,” said Harry.

“I ate more than you did, you can have it. Just go,” said [Y/N].

“You can —”

“You know what? Let’s just split it.”

[Y/N] ripped it in half, handing him the bigger slice. Just when Harry was going to offer to exchange, she swallowed it whole.

“Too late, I ate my half already.”

“I can see that,” said Harry. He began to eat his own half, savoring it with three more bites.

“Sorry I smell like chlorine again.”

“Eh, I don’t know, it’s kind of growing on me,” said Harry. “I shouldn’t have said that, sorry.”

“On a good day, that would sound like an insult but it’s anything but a good day, so, thank you, I guess.”

The two shared a laugh (and most definitely three) the entire time when the lights turned on. They could see each other clearly now. There was no denying they felt quite vulnerable — like finally meeting an friend you only send letters and emails to for the first time, but she smiled to make it feel lighter.

Suddenly, it started to move up again, [Y/N] kept them seated just in case it started plummeting again. It didn’t, though. It opened on the seventh, as the indicator told them so.

The intercom buzzed once more and different operator spoke. None of them stood up.

“Hi, power’s slowly being restored. How’s everyone?”

“We’re good,” said Harry. [Y/N] smiled in the shadows, tossing the towel in the corner. “Wait, you’re — er — good, right?”

“Yeah, surprisingly so,” she said.

“Good to hear, we’re currently doing the best we can to cater everyone’s needs. Has your, uh, elevator moved yet? Sorry, I’m new here. Anyway, has it?” asked the operator.

“Currently open on the seventh floor, but we’re both going up, all’s good now, don’t worry,” answered [Y/N]. She stood up, taking the towel with her.

“Okay, great, thank you and take care!” said the operator before the intercom buzzed off. Harry and [Y/N] stood there as the elevator door closed shut and began to move up and open again to the eighth.

“So,” started [Y/N], “this is me. My floor, I mean.”

“Right,” said Harry

“Well, I still don’t like elevators and I may or may not ride one ever again so I can’t believe I’d ever say this because it’s hella cheesy but thanks for making it bearable.”

“I feel like I should say, ‘you’re welcome?’” said Harry.

“Oh yeah, you should.”

The door began to close, but Harry pressed the open door button.

“Okay, you’re welcome.” The two shared lighthearted laughter. “Anyway, er — thank you, too. See you around?”

“Yeah, yeah, see you around. Bye.” [Y/N] waved as the doors closed between them and Harry was once again all alone in the elevator.

He noticed what a mess the floor was, and went to pick up the empty box of donuts. His hand went to where he kept his wand to clean up and looked around for cameras and found one tucked in the upper corner. Harry let his hand down and dusted his shirt with his hands when something caught his eye. A beach bag in the corner, resting carelessly.

The door finally opened to the ninth floor. Harry was frozen, looking directly at a long hallway of doors. It took a few seconds until it whirred and shut close. Not knowing what to do, Harry picked up the bag and swung it over his shoulder.

He tapped his foot as he waited for the elevator to go up to the twelfth floor until it began going down again. He pressed the button to the ninth floor again.

Ten.

Eleven. A couple his age entered, probably about to go down. Narrowed eyes landed on him and his dirty shirt and pants, but he paid them no mind.

Twelve. The couple started to talk about their plans on the honeymoon tomorrow. Harry busied himself by playing with the straps of the beach bag. He realized just now it had her name inside one of the straps lazily written with a sharpie. [Y/N], it stated.

Eleven again.

Ten again.

Nine again. The door opened, but he did not step out. Of course, the couple began to eye him with suspicion now as he reached out to press the button to the eighth floor.

Eight. When he stepped out, he heard the hushed but relieved sighs from both of the other two behind him as the elevator proceeded to close shut and go down.

Harry knocked on the first door. A man in his pajamas answered. Harry muttered an apology as he walked away to try the second door. He heard the first door swing shut.

The second door was equipped with a sign on the doorknob saying, ‘Do not Disturb.’ So, of course, Harry moved on to the third. He heard loud sounds of children playing inside. When he knocked, a tired woman carrying a toddler in her arms answered. Harry apologized once more and moved on.

Harry’s shoulder was aching, so he let the bag down and simply held it in his hands.

The fourth door was answered by a middle-aged man holding a glass of wine.

The fifth door’s knob held the same message as the the second — ‘Do not Disturb.’

As you may recall, Harry held a bag he did not own in his hand. His shirt was a bit muddied and moist on one side, but he didn’t mind. He stood in front of the eighth door he’ll be knocking on in hopes it was the owner of the bag. It still wasn’t, though.

Instead, a woman his age greeted him with a smile. She was pretty, sure, but she wasn’t what he was looking for. He apologized for interrupting and went ahead to knock on the ninth door.

It swung open, and Harry let out a long sigh.

An older woman greeted him with a pleasant smile. “Hello, dear,” she said. He took a shot and asked if she knew anyone by the name of [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Unfortunately though, she did not.

Harry finally made it to the last door. He knocked once more, holding the bag tighter now. A little kid answered, with her parents and siblings in the background, eating pancakes. They did not know of someone named [Y/N] [Y/L/N], either.

Shoulders slumping, Harry made his way back to the elevator. He pressed the up button.

“Excuse me?” called out a voice from behind him. His heart skipped a beat. Wait, don’t skip, he thought to himself.

It still wasn’t her. It was the same girl from the ninth door. “Yes?”

“You’re looking for [Y/N]?” she asked. “[Y/N] [Y/L/N]?”

“Er — yes. Do you know her?” asked Harry.

“Yeah, she’s in the shower. Is that her bag?”

“Oh!” He almost forgot that he was holding it. “Yes, yes it is.”

“I can give it to her,” called out the woman. She closed the door behind her, making her way towards him. When she was close enough, she extended her hand.

The elevator dinged open. Harry was about to hand it over to her, when he decided something else.

“Er — no, uh, I was actually hoping if I could see her.”

She let her hand down, grinning. “You must be Elevadork.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s an inside joke,” said Harry.

“You can wait inside,” said the girl. “I’m Karolina, by the way. She’s just showering because she’s, and I quote, ‘will be too unlovable if smelling like chlorine.’”

Harry chuckled as Karolina led him to their hotel room. It was just like every other room he had seen, then he saw the same towel she had with her just a while ago when they were stuck with only each other’s company.

“He was nice, though. I wouldn’t mind seeing him again. By the way, we’re out of hair conditioner. My hair badly nee — Harry!” [Y/N] tumbled backwards to the bathroom with a different towel wrapped around herself. Harry’s eyes widened, and he turned around.

“He wanted to return your bag and ask you out,” said Karolina.

“That’s not what I actually said,” whispered Harry, turning crimson.

“Honey, trust me, it was definitely what you said,” laughed Karolina, patting him in the back. “You might want to change first.”

“I guess,” added Harry.

[Y/N] rushed to the get her clothes from one of the two beds and ran back to the shower, where she hastily pulled on her shirt and checkered pajama pants.

“She’s done changing, by the way,” said Karolina, patting Harry on the shoulder again as she left to pour iced tea for herself.

[Y/N] led Harry out, earning two thumbs up from Karolina, who was beaming up at the two of them. “How’d you find me?”

“Fate,” said Harry mockingly, as if from a show. She giggled. “I knocked on all the doors in this hallway.”

“To return a bag?”

“Sure, that, too. But mainly to ask if you’d like to get some — er — doughnuts with, uh, me. I really want to bring some up to —”

“Your friend’s dad, right,” [Y/N] cut out. “Are we still taking the elevator?”

“Yeah,” said Harry.

They finally reached the elevator, where they stood side by side.

“Aren’t you going to change first?” asked [Y/N].

“Nope,” said Harry, pressing the down button. He turned to [Y/N], looking at her shirt. “Does that say ‘Treacle Treat?’”

“Yeah, like as in Trick or Treat. See the pumpkin?” She pointed at the bottom part of her shirt.

“Oh, there it is.” The two were laughing even when they stepped into the elevator. They exchanged a knowing glance at the sight of scattered crumbs of doughnuts on the floor, not daring to talk about it in front of one another guest.

As the elevator began to go down, Harry realized he might as well believe in the lucky numbers. After all, if it weren’t for six, seven, and nine, he wouldn’t be here right now standing shoulder up to shoulder with the girl wearing a funky shirt.

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[scott-major-ammirite]

empires college au??

soo i asked my friend, @cursedwithcontentcreation, to just give me character outlines based on all empires characters + uncorrupted!xornoth even though they don't watch empires but i rant to them about lore a lot,,so with what little they know about the characters, here is what they said:

scott: lil soft gay boy who will be nice to you and lend you his hw but if you change your tone in the slightest he will think you hate him and you will not see him at a lecture in like weeks. you walk into his dorm room and it's just instant noodles and coffee. you ask him why and he says "oh y'know... deadlines and friendships!!" you hug him and suddenly he is the happiest mf alive and all his assignments are completed.

joel: you only know him because occasionally he would walk into the lecture theatre to pass something to the professor. lawful chaotic. his nose is buried in textbooks half the time and he's always experimenting on some sorta chemical shit with fwhip. everyone wonders when his experiments will explode and turn him into a mud monster. he WILL shit on you if it means his grade is bumped up. nice guy if you're polite to him, however.

lizzie: the sweetest bean you'll ever meet, but always confused. TERRIBLE memory she's always texting you for notes and homework. like 100982013810 different alarms just so she doesn't forget smt. literally the only thing she will not forget is to take care of the multiple animals she keeps. it's against dorm rules but hey, what're they gonna do? sometimes you wonder how she even got into this college. then she scores the highest marks. and you're like. "oh".

jimmy: gay gay homosexual gay. he wants to help!! but he doesn't know how so half the time he stands next to you awkwardly and occasionally gives a thumbs up and smile. literally so sweet :( /pos i think he would 100% let you copy his work or just DO your ENTIRE project for you he's just too nice, really. someone shows affection to him ONCE and he's their little doggy. in love with scott and everyone knows but they simply will Not go on a date together and everyone is placing bets on how long it'll take for them to get together

gem: smart as hell bro like why?? give us some of that smarts rn. idk anymore tbh i don't know a lot about gem

fwhip: bitch boy!! he is VERY nice when you're on his good side but the moment you hurt one of his friends? start running. he will also shit on you to get what he wants idk why these guys gotta be so competitive like bro chill!! just learn!!

sausage: fwhip's little bitch [affectionate] i could be confusing sausage for someone else but hell if i know

pearl: hardworking as heck sometimes it's unhealthy. like really unhealthy. girl, you haven't eaten in three days please stop your project for a while. it's giving "damn bitch you live like this??'

pix: little jester, Bastard BoyTM. ENDLESS pranks and endless parties. you are on the verge of tears, he is high on life. somehow so athletic too like wowow look at you, you little shit. lowkey really sweet and nice though. he's still a little bitch

katherine: mom friend 100%. she is doing her assignment, she is also forcing you to do yours, she is also learning how to make a strawberry smoothie the exact same way that one obscure cafe you guys went to one time makes it. overachiever ngl. someone please hug her a lil

joey: good friends with lizzie, occasionally gives advice for the animals. mf is always overhearing and "accidentally" seeing shit. bitch if you a nosy lil hoe just say so. he sleep talks. AND sleep walks. according to his roommates it's terrifying. imagine minding yo business and a grownass man is standing behind you saying "kill them all". yeah.

shelby: so clumsy and for WHAT. istg you have to wrap her in plastic she's always tripping and falling it's not even funny. hehehaha mushrom?? mishrom hngngnng mshronm. she's so quiet /pos. sometimes it's concerning because you're talking and she just stares at you and you can't tell if she's bored or just Like That. 

uncorrupted!xornoth: hardworking but only out of spite i said what i said. maybe won't use you but he will 100% copy people's answers ALL. THE. TIME. lowkey a sweetheart who cares deeply, though.

let me know what y'all think because empires college au is something ive been thinking about A LOT and i need more opinions,, just anything at all, i feed off of little crumbs of content

#PLEASE SOMEBODY I NEED SOMETHING #DORMMATES OR COLLEGE MAJORS ANYTHING PLEASE #empires #empires smp #maximo.empires college au

[ickle-ronniekins]

chemical reaction

request from nonnie! “hiiiii! love ur writing sm ! could I request a fic with George maybe like an enemies to lovers kind of thing? or maybe like she’d hated him and he’d actually fancied her the entire time or something? thank you!!”

pairing: george x fem!reader (no specific house)

word count: 5.7k whoops sorry

A/N: i LOVED this request; i don’t think i'd ever really written an enemies to lovers fic before.. maybe once, so i adored this. wish this could be me and him rn tbh. also, had to put a hand through the hair in there ~shoutout to my gals~ anyway, please leave feedback, comments, reblog, share with your friends if you wish, thanks!

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There was no denying the indisputable chemistry between you both. Everyone could see it. It was pretty difficult to miss, actually, especially when the two of you spent nearly every single lesson at one another’s throats.

“I’m warning you, Weasley -- stay as far away from me as you possibly can. I don’t want you and your misplaced priorities anywhere near me.”

“Wow, it is a pleasure to be insulted by you. Really.”

It all started in your third year. The very misguided and frivolous George Weasley and his brother, Fred, had decided to be prats in your Potions lesson. You’d never really had any interaction with them before that; you were their absolute and complete opposite. You’d preferred to spend most nights borrowing any and all books from the library and reading through them as quickly as you could, or spending your afternoons with the Dueling Club to further your studies with spells, charms, and incantations; whereas the two of them were always setting off fireworks in the Astronomy tower, or whatever the bloody hell two thirteen-year-old pranksters did.

Potions had been normal that day -- Snape had his usual displeased scowl painted on his face, and you were continually checking the clock and counting down the seconds until you could leave and speed off toward your History of Magic lesson. That is, until George had purposefully put the wrong ingredient into his cauldron, causing a spark, resulting in an explosion quite larger than they’d presumed and a ghastly horrible sight: one of your eyebrows burning off completely.

You’d been outraged; while the majority of the class had been too startled and shocked to let a laugh escape their lips, the twins had absolutely no issue erupting into a fit of obnoxious giggles, obviously incredibly pleased at their error. Snape had even cracked somewhat of a grin (if you could consider the edge of his lip slightly curling upward in a sort of mock expression a grin), but he still threw all three of you into detention. You! In detention! For getting your bloody eyebrow burnt off by a juvenile boy!

You and George hadn’t been the fondest of one another since.

In an attempt to separate yourself from him, you’d completely changed course -- McGonagall had been able to help you switch out some of your lessons for others. You didn't really want to take Divination, but if it meant being away from him for an hour and a half of your day, then so be it. You were going to have to be okay with your choices.

Until you heard the sardonic, cool wash of his voice from behind you.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

He sluggishly fell into the seat next to you; (of course, it being the only open spot left as he’d arrived precisely two minutes after the bell signaling the start of the lesson) he propped his feet up on the table in between you both. With your mouth still agape and brows threaded together, you angrily shoved his feet off of the table and slammed your spellbook down in place of them. “What the bloody hell are you doing here?” you huffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be right now? Like setting fire to a third year’s eyebrows? Or detention, perhaps?”

He scoffed airily. “Oh, hilarious, darling -- really; right fantastic joker, you are. No, you see, contrary to popular belief, I don’t spend every waking hour cleaning out cauldrons, or --”

You cut him off, “Oh, and here I was thinking that you’d make a perfectly adequate cauldron cleaner if a full time opportunity were to present itself.”

He didn’t skip a beat. “-- or setting fire to third year’s eyebrows.”

“No?”

“No,” he replied throatily. And then, that all too familiar smirk of his. “Only to those who deserve it.”

You were about to snap back with some snarky retort, but thankfully Trelawney’s very soft-spoken voice floated through the room and managed to calm you down a bit. It didn’t stop you from sneering at George completely though, as he relaxed back into his chair and grinned to himself like an idiot.

You yanked your spellbook off of the table and turned to the desired page; you didn’t really fancy the idea of doing more research on crystal gazing, palmistry, ornithomancy, and tessomancy, but seeing as N.E.W.Ts were coming up, it only made sense that Professor Trelawney would make you revisit these desired areas of study.

“Gaze into the beyond!” she cried, “and tell your partner what you see!”

George very obviously rolled his eyes as you peered closely into the crystal ball. You couldn’t see anything except smoke, and so you furrowed your brows even more, as if to will yourself to concentrate. It was no use. You hated this subject; you’d only taken it to get away from him, anyway! He scoffed at the sight of you concentrating fiercely. “And what is it,” he asked you in an uncanny expression of your professor, “that you see?”

You shot him a glance and backed away from the crystal ball, scribbling something down on your parchment, and then turning your attention back toward him. “I see myself trying to lower my blood pressure and focus on my work,” you said cheerily, “because the idiot sat across from me is being an even bigger git than normal.”

“Wow,” he replied, his voice fierce with mock surprise. He widened his eyes and nodded his head fervently. “You’re really rubbish at this, aren’t you?”

His quips made your blood boil.

It felt as if it were hours before the lesson had ended; when the bell rang mercifully, you packed up your things in a rush and nearly sprinted out of the classroom, without a last glance or a word to George. This was going to be a long bloody year.

-- -

“So what’ve you been learning in Divination, Georgie?”

You groaned and placed your head directly on top of your parchment. Why is it that they always seem to end up where you are? This was the library, they had absolutely no business being here. This was your turf, and it always had been.

“Little of this, little of that,” George replied to his brother, his voice merry. “Been revisiting some old tasks to prep for N.E.W.Ts. Oh, that reminds me -- I was crystal gazing the other day.”

“Yeah?” Fred’s voice heightened. You could hear the smirk and the eyebrow raise. “And what did you see?”

“Well, it was kind of difficult to tell,” George said, “my huffy, stuffy partner kept distracting me with her bloody obnoxious sighs every single time I so much as blinked in her direction.”

You slammed shut the very large book you were reading as the twins and their friends erupted into laughter, swiveled your way through students, and returned the book to its proper place on the shelf. To your delight, Madam Pince was not too keen on noise in the library, and immediately began scolding them. This didn’t stop George from sending you a wink and a shake of the head before you vanished in the corridor. Merlin, he was going to drive you bloody mad.

-- -

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Had your friends gone absolutely bonkers? He fancies you. You couldn’t seem to shake the phrase from your head no matter how hard you tried -- it was that outrageous and that hilarious.

There was no way that George Weasley fancied you -- for one, the two of you could not be more different. Secondly, if he really did, and he was still busy treating you like he loathed you, then that could mean only one thing: that he had the personality of a five-year-old. Yes, like that of a five-year-old boy chasing and pushing and teasing a five-year-old girl on the playground at primary school. And then, you figured, he was just as immature as he seemed.

“Perhaps you could make it a less.. hostile environment,” your mate told you one afternoon over lunch. “Clear the air a bit.”

“There’s nothing to clear,” you told her gruffly, picking at your sandwich. “He’s a git -- always has been, always will be.”

She began to laugh. “But you don’t really know that, do you? I mean, yeah, sure, he was a right prat during third year, but you’ve bloody hated the guy since then for laughing. Laughing. It’s not like he did it on purpose, you know. It was a mistake.”

You turned toward her in surprise. “A mistake that caused my bloody eyebrow to burn off!”

“And look,” she replied cheerily, “it’s grown back!” You groaned; why was she doing this? Make it a less hostile environment. The only way that could happen is if you and George were miles, if not worlds, apart.

“Maybe try.. having a conversation, yeah? You may have something in common,” she continued on, noisily slurping the rest of her pumpkin juice. “I’m just saying; you don’t have to love the bloke, but you don’t have to hate him, either. Make this atrocious Divination lesson less dreadful for you both by just being civil.” She slung her bag across her shoulder and tapped you on the shoulder. “Have got Charms -- just think about it, okay? See you,”

Civil. You supposed, as you took a very deep sigh and finished off the rest of your drink, that you could attempt to do that. Just then, a very loud bit of raucous laughter echoed across the Great Hall, coming from none other than the Gryffindor table, where George and Fred were no doubt showcasing one of their products for their shop they were so confident they’d be able to open and run. The commotion from the table only seemed to increase, and you took yet another very deep, gruff sigh. Civil. You could try. But Merlin, you’d have to try really very bloody hard.

-- -

When George sat down across from you a few days later, you’d been back and forth between the idea of being courteous and being rude more times than you could count on two hands. And luckily for him, you’d just flopped back to the idea of politeness.

You stuck out a hand and he looked at you quizzically. “Merlin -- have the fumes in here gone to your head or something? We’ve known one another for years.”

Civility, you thought. You stood your ground. “Can we just.. I dunno, start over? This lesson is already terrible enough without us nearly killing one another. I, for one, don’t want to dread this any more than I already do. So what do you say?”

You couldn’t tell right away if the arch of his eyebrows meant he was genuinely considering this or if he was fighting back a very haughty laugh so as not to spark an argument. But then, surprisingly, incredibly, he took his hand in yours and shook it firmly. “Alright then, Y/N,” he said professionally, “I suppose I can do that. But no bashing my methods of study,”

“No burning off my eyebrows,” you retorted.

“No worries there,” he replied, sneaking a small smirk at you as he opened his spellbook, “nothing to blow up in here.”

For the first time in nearly four years, the two of you had made it throughout an entire lesson without yelling at one another. It was both surprising and refreshing. And although you both continued to make small digs at one another, and he certainly continued to test your patience, you realized that maybe your mate was right.

It turns out you did have some things in common, actually.

“Why the bloody hell haven’t you tried out for Quidditch then?”

George was still beaming over your story of how you’d miraculously caught a Snitch at the very young age of seven in your backyard with your siblings. You’re not exactly sure when Quidditch had come up in the conversation, but somehow it did, and the two of you were now packing up to head to your next lessons.

“I dunno,” you replied truthfully, “it was never really my thing. I much rather prefer dueling than playing Quidditch.”

“Word of advice,” he said, shoving his Divination spellbook back into his bag, “never tell your housemates that you’re a Quidditch wizard. They will kill you dead you for not going out for the team.”

Just then, Professor Trelawney came scurrying over to you both -- her eyes wide and hair a tousled mess. “Mr. Weasley!” she cried excitedly, pointing down at the crystal ball, “what have you seen today?”

He looked at the professor, the ball, and then at you, a simple smile on his lips, sort of a half-smirk half-genuine sort of look. “Friendship,” he said simply.

Dumbfounded, Professor Trelawney began nodding fervently to herself and mumbling things neither of you could understand -- utter nonsense, really, and moved onto the next pair of students before they could leave. You folded your arms across your chest and raised an eyebrow. “Friendship, hm?”

George shrugged and placed his hands inside his pockets before starting toward the door. “And to think,” he said, “all you had to do was not loathe me so much.”

“It’s harder than it seems, George.”

“That’s mean,” he teased, bringing a hand to his chest in mock hurt. Then, genuinely, “we’re kind of best mates now, aren’t we?”

You choked back a laugh and held up a finger to him. “Erm, easy there -- wouldn’t go that far.”

He shook his head and began tuttering. “Dear, dear Y/N.. rubbish at both Divination and at lying.”

You threw a cushion from one of the chairs straight at his head before you both headed off in your respective directions. Best mates. Merlin. It was one lesson you’d both sort of gotten along in. He certainly was exaggerating a bit, wasn’t he? Even so, you couldn’t help the very small grin that spread itself across your face as you walked merrily toward Defense Against the Dark Arts.

--

You were having a particularly rough day.

You’d started the day off by waking up behind schedule, rushing through breakfast, and running in late to your morning lesson. You’d managed to completely bungle whatever nonsense Snape was having you concoct in Potions, losing a generous amount of points from your house. You’d slipped down the steps and given yourself a nasty bruise on your arm, and you were pretty sure that you were getting a cold -- and right before the winter holidays, at that.

So when you sluggishly made your way into Divination and George immediately began to tease you, you were not having it.

“Uh ohhhh,” he said in a sing-song sort of voice, “someone having a bad day?”

You knew he probably meant it as a joke and nothing more, but you were too pissed off to care. Was it the glassiness in your eyes? Your red nose? Your disheveled hair, or the fact that you’d hardly found the energy to straighten your tie? You growled, “I am not in the mood, George.”

“Blimey, alright, I was just --”

“I know what you were doing,” you scowled after a sneeze, “and I’d really just like to get through this lesson in one piece, if you don’t mind.” He put up his hands in surrender and sealed his lips shut. You sighed. “I’m sorry, I’m just not feeling the greatest today -- d’you mind if we just focus on the work?”

Today you were focusing your studies on palmistry. Not your favorite. It was an incredibly long, mundane lesson.

Later on, George asked you, “D’you want me to ask Trelawney if we can finish up early since you’re feeling ill?”

“Please.”

You closed your eyes for the few seconds George was gone; when he returned, he sat back down in his seat with a rather confused look etched on his face. “She, erm, told me no can do. I’ll just have to really.. ‘cleans my aura’ after this.” He used air quotes and actually had to hold back a bit of laughter. “It’s fine, I reckon. I’ll read yours. You don’t have to do mine.”

You reached out across the table as far as you could; your entire body was hurting. You didn’t want to be sneezing and achey during the Christmas holidays! You were busy pouting when George took your hand in his and began examining closely. You found yourself feeling surprised by a few things -- one, the tender touch of his fingers grazing your palm; two, how soft his skin felt against yours; three, the way your breath had hitched in your throat at the mere contact.

The feeling of his pointer finger tracing over your life and head lines on your palm sent shivers down your spine; perhaps it was an oncoming fever? You weren’t sure, and you didn’t know if the fogginess clouding your brain was the head cold or Trelawney’s classroom or the sheer intensity of the moment between you and this redhead. Somehow, though, when George looked up and locked eyes with you, you had this strange feeling that he was feeling the same things you were. Pure shock. Pure surprise.

“So, erm,” you began, clearing your throat and stretching as far away from him as you could, “what’s it say then? What’s going to happen?”

George hummed appreciatively and looked back down at your hand once more before letting go. “Some type of.. chemical reaction. In our Potions lesson. Bubbling cauldrons, and all that.”

What? Were the fumes getting to him too? He never looked so serious in all his life! Maybe he needed a trip to the hospital wing to uncloud his own head --

“Sorry? George, what’re you on about? We don’t take Potions together.”

“Oh, you’re right,” he replied, shaking his head a bit and forcing down a smile. And then, much to your surprise (and delight, perhaps?) he said something you were pretty sure you dreamt up: “--reaction must be between us, then.”

If his knee hadn’t been touching yours under the table, or you hadn’t felt the stuffiness of your head cold take you over, you would’ve been sure that it had all been a dream, or perhaps the haziness of the classroom making you hallucinate. But no. He’d said it. He’d said it quite seriously, with his signature smirk and hand through the hair right afterward.

The bell rang, startling you, and he stood up slowly and slung his bag across his shoulder. You fumbled with your books, both exhausted from your oncoming illness and dumbfounded by his comment. “Mum swears by green tea,”

“Oh, erm, sorry?”

George laughed. “Green tea. My mum says it always helps during the colder months. Pretty sure they’ve got some in the kitchens.” He started toward the door, but waited for you. You both parted ways near the Great Hall. “Rest up, alright? Don’t need my partner missing out on the very exciting, albeit outdated art of palm reading.”

You laughed a bit. “I’ll be sure to, George.”

“And remember,” he pointed at you, “lots of green tea. A Molly Weasley recommendation.”

You couldn’t help the gentle smile that tugged at your lips. “Tell her thanks for me.”

-- -

Two days later and you were feeling as good as new. George had been right -- a few cups of green tea everyday, and it seemed to have cleared your sinuses right up. His mum was a right genius.

There were only two more days of classes before everyone was going to pack up and leave for the holidays. Although you’d be back after the new year, it still felt odd going home; you missed Hogwarts so desperately whilst being home. Something about the castle, illuminated by dazzling decorations and lights and ornaments -- it was rather stunning, actually, and always left you yearning for more.

You were busy scribbling down the very last bit of your Charms essay in the library when you heard your name. Oh no! How long had you been there, working away? You groaned and quickly wrote your name on the top of the parchment and bolted from the back of the library. Then you stopped in your tracks as goosebumps rose on your skin, and you listened:

“Do me a favour, Weasley, and just admit that your brother is mad for her.”

It was your mate. What was she doing, here in the library? Wasn’t she supposed to be in Herbology? You quickly skidded your way into one of the empty aisles, listening intently to the conversation unfolding just a few feet away from you in the aisle next to yours. And then came the unmistakable sound of Fred Weasley’s very dry sarcasm:

“Who? George? My twin? Mad for your friend? No, there’s no way.”

You could almost hear the smile that split his face. Your breath caught in your throat, and you struggled terribly to stifle a cough. What were they on about? There was no way, just absolutely no way that he really did fancy you. You thought your mates had been joking a few weeks back; you’d taken them up on their suggestion to be polite, but that was merely it. Friends? Maybe. A couple? Bloody hell, absolutely not.

“Could you be bloody serious for one moment?”

“I reckon I do not have a serious bone in my body, I’m afraid.”

Ignoring this, your friend continued. “How long?”

“Hmm,” Fred began. You imagined that he was probably looking toward the sky, as if searching for his thoughts so he could pull them directly out of thin air. “Well, let’s see. Pretty sure the day Y/N screamed bloody murder at him in Potions, he’d fallen very quickly in love, even though he never admitted it to anyone. I’ve known it, though, because the poor bloke wears his heart on his sleeve. So about four years, yeah.”

“And he just couldn’t quit the merciless teasing, could he?”

“It’s like you don’t know us at all.”

You couldn’t listen anymore. You quickly shuffled your way out of the library and all the way to your common room until you were safely in your dormitory and could yell into the void. Why on bloody earth would he have been acting so rude if he actually fancied you, even if he had been trying to keep his feelings a secret? But then his comment from the other day flooded your mind, and you soon found, as you mulled them over, that a lot of his comments toward you could be taken in a flirtatious manner if you hadn’t been so obsessed with hating him so much. Perhaps, looking back, he’d been basing his repartee off of your desire to make your distaste of him very well known.

What would have happened if you’d taken that misfortune in Potions in stride? Would you two have been alright? Acquaintances? Friends? Maybe even..

You felt a small jab in your stomach.

It’s as if the conversation you’d overheard had made you do a complete one eighty. Four months ago, the idea of spending any of your time with George Weasley nearly sent you into a tizzy. You absolutely abhorred the idea. The sight of him alone made your blood boil, and any and all interaction with him would have made you miserable to the point of constant sulking. But now?

It was sort of hard to get the guy out of your head.

You found yourself constantly replaying all of your interactions with him over the years back each night before bed. Of course, there hadn’t been too many, seeing as you’d done your absolute very best to avoid him at all costs. But the ones that had happened.. perhaps there was something other than disdain in his voice. Maybe you’d just chosen to hear it as disdain, because you didn’t want to admit to yourself what was actually true.

You didn’t know what happened between that time he’d first read your palm and what you’d overheard in the library, but something had changed.

Lots had changed.

His words echoed in your ears.

Maybe there was some type of chemical reaction going on.

-- -

When you walked into Divination the next morning, you weren’t very surprised to see George already sitting there. He’d started coming to lessons earlier and earlier, to the point where he was getting there before you. It was refreshing, actually. You’d always thought he didn’t really care about work; he’d proved you wrong, though, and you were glad.

You both fell into your routine quite easily, ignoring the very theatrical talks coming from Trelawney as she made her way around the room to observe each of you through her her very large spectacles. You felt a bit of a pull at your heart that this would be your very last lesson together before the holidays -- you relished and also sort of dreaded the idea of being very far away from this foggy mess of a classroom for a few weeks time.

“You’re awfully quiet today. Feeling better?”

George’s voice took you by surprise, because you’d both been working rather diligently on the finishing touches of your essays. You cleared your throat and stunned yourself at how softly your voice sounded in your own ears. “Yes, yeah of course. That tea worked wonders actually -- your mum’s a genius.”

George laughed softly but didn’t look up from his parchment. “Yeah, she’s a wonder, she is.”

“Has to be,” you replied, tracing over the letters of your name, “with seven kids and all. Has to be on top of things.”

“I reckon you’re right.” He finished whatever he was writing and looked up at you with a smile, and when you skittishly glanced back down toward your parchment, he asked, “are you sure you’re alright?”

“Mhmm,” you replied, biting down on your lip. Your feet were thumping rhythmically against the floor. And then the words were said before you could register just exactly what you were doing: “Heard something about you.”

A small smile tugged at his lips. “Whatever it is, I swear I didn’t do it.” Then he paused, thought for a moment, and opened his mouth to speak again. “Alright..maybe I’ve done it.”

A small chuckle settled in the air between you both when he finally looked up from his parchment and locked his gaze with yours. “Sorry. What did you hear?”

You considered making something up, for now you were panicking, and you hated feeling panicked: but then again, you were in pretty deep already, and what did you have to lose? “It was from your brother, actually. Fred.”

“Oh, Merlin.”

“Yeah, said something interesting,” you continued on, focusing your eyesight solely on the parchment in front of you. You resumed tracing the letters of your name over and over, just to give yourself an excuse to not look at him as your cheeks surely flooded pink. “Said you actually haven’t loathed me this entire time?” It came out as more of a question.

“Really?”

“Actually, if my memory serves me correctly..” you dragged out every single word, still unsure if you were going to go for it. And then you did. “I’m pretty sure he actually used the word.. fancy.”

You half expected George to throw up his arms in a fit, exclaiming that Fred didn’t know what the bloody hell he was on about, and of course he’d actually disliked you this entire time. You also half expected him to burst out and cackle himself silly, because the sheer idea of a guy like him fancying a girl like you just tickled him. But instead, he licked his lips and peered at you with a type of compassion in his eyes you’d never seen before. Then he wiggled his eyebrows and offered, “He’s smarter than I thought. And to think.. I’d never even told him how I truly felt.”

Okay, surely you’d dreamt that. But nope; nope, he’d said it, yet again, causing the butterflies to dance animatedly around your stomach. You opened your mouth to speak as he smiled softly at you, but then Trelawney came bouncing over, completely interrupting the moment. “Oh, my dears! Friendship was on your horizon, you say; now, look into the beyond and tell one another what lies ahead!”

She bounced quickly over to the next group, and you took to looking inside the crystal ball; but any type of focus you’d had before had flown out the window now -- there was no way you were going to be able to properly function, because as it turns out, your very worst enemy had actually liked you this entire bloody time.

George leant in closer so that he, too, was hovering over the crystal ball, your foreheads almost touching. You could feel his breath on your neck. His voice was low and cool, “What’s the future say now, love?”

“Friendship,” you somehow spit out, your throat and mouth suddenly as dry as the Sahara desert. “Maybe more, actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

And then the sound of glass shattering against the hardwood floor across the room startled you both, causing you to pull away from one another and catch your breath.

Moment over.

-- -

The Great Hall was bustling with students chatting animatedly and loads of luggage carts and parcels of presents. You’d just finished your final lesson before the holidays (Charms -- ending on a high note!) and you were very relieved to be on a break from your studies for a few weeks time and to be heading home.

The Great Hall was filled with people, but not the familiar one you were looking for.

Perhaps the conversation you were hoping to have could wait until after the holidays; although you didn’t know if you’d make it through three weeks of wondering what and if without spontaneously combusting.

You tugged your luggage out into the corridor to board one of the carriages to the train when you spotted him standing with his siblings, surrounded by luggage carts and huddled up in his Gryffindor robes and scarf.

Before you could find the courage to walk on over to him to wish him a happy Christmas, it seemed as though he was able to read your mind, for he excused himself from his siblings and made his way over to you, causing you to back up a few inches and press yourself directly into the wall.

You both hadn’t had a chance to chat since your lesson yesterday, since you’d found out the truth, since you’d ran out due to your nerves and George’s cheeky grin.

“So, erm -- sorry I ran out yesterday. Was a bit.. flustered, is all.”

You could’ve said anything else, but these were the words that chose to escape your lips. Bloody hell. You internally scolded yourself, but the expression George’s face didn’t change.

“Flustered?” he asked, confusion crinkling the edges of his eyes. “About what?”

“George, come on.”

“No, please,” he placed his hand on his chest, “You’re going to have to remind me. Yesterday’s events are all a blur, I’m afraid.”

He smirked, and you suddenly felt your blood begin to boil again. He was going to make you say it, of course he was.

“You know,” you started through gritted teeth, “our little conversation in Divination yesterday afternoon. About your... feelings.”

He nodded dramatically and clicked his tongue. “Right. That conversation. You know, it’s funny,” he began, placing his hands inside his pockets and moving closer to you, “I really dislike crystal gazing. I find the more accurate readings come from palmistry.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” he replied flatly, as if it were obvious. He took out his hand and placed in front of you. “Look here. I reckon you’ll be able to read the future quite clearly.”

You took his hand in yours, and immediately felt as thought you were out of your element. Yet, you began to trace the lines gently with your forefinger. You weren’t reading any bloody future; you were merely trying not to let the very steady pounding of your heart be so evident in the rising tension between you both. You found yourself, actually, pulling ever so gently on his hand, as if to bring him closer to you. You could easily reach out and trace the outline of freckles on his nose.

“See anything intriguing?” he breathed.

Something about being around him made you feel simultaneously more nervous than you ever had been and more confident; you were feeling so self-assured that you actually said something before you could overthink it. “Yeah, actually, looks here like you’re about to kiss me,” you said breathlessly.

How odd, you thought, that just mere months ago the man in front of you was none other than your absolute mortal enemy, and now all you wanted to do was spend the holidays locked away with him in a broom cupboard.

A cheeky grin split his face and he moved another inch or so closer; just centimeters to go, and his lips would be fully pressed to yours, the chemical reaction bubbling over perfectly. “Is that so?” he asked quietly, very slowly moving his way forward. He lifted your chin with his hand so your face was angled up toward his, and he stopped just as his lips so very softly brushed yours. It didn’t even seem real, honestly. Just then, one of the Weasleys shouted to George that their older brother was here to fetch them, and he you felt his smile brighten ever so lightly against you. Damnit! And instead of finishing what he’d started, he merely ran a finger across your chin, down your neck and over your collarbone and whispered, “Happy Christmas, love,” before pulling away.

What in the bloody fuc--! Was he kidding? Not only had the reaction bubbled over, but you now felt like exploding at how much of a prat he was being. He’d already made you say such silly things, and now he really had the audacity to almost kiss you and then pull away?

“You’ve got to be joking,” you said under your breath as he squeezed your hand. “You’re going to kill me.”

He wiggled his eyebrows seductively. “Have got to leave you wanting more, don’t I?”

You scoffed loudly and took a very deep, very overdue breath to regain your composure, but not before he leaned in and caught you off guard by pressing his lips to yours and gently melting into you. A slight sigh escaped you, and before you could register just what it felt like to have his lips on yours, you both broke apart -- he winked merrily at your wide eyes and made his way back toward his siblings. “You still going to be a right prat in three weeks time?” you teased, folding your arms across your chest as he tugged a beanie over his head.

“Oh, there’s no doubt in my mind, love,” he said as if it were obvious, “you still going to let me read your palms and drive you mad?”

You grinned a bit more and shook your head, tugging your own scarf around your neck as he was pulled by his siblings out of the castle. You breathed deeply, brought your fingers to your lips where his had just been, and said to nobody in particular, “Oh, there’s no doubt in my mind, Weasley.”

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