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darylscvmdumpster · 10 months

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daryl dixon - it’s you.

warnings: walkers, violence, daryl being an asshole, sixty-nine, daryl being an absolute munch, swearing, spitting, biting, smacking, fingering, choking, degrading, unprotected rough angry sex. prison era s4.

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“oh i’m the brat? you’re the one thats complaining.” you stormed out of your cell, following daryl. rick had told you and daryl that y’all had to go on a run together.

you and daryl never got along. there is always this tension between you two that you can’t pinpoint. when rick had told you, you were just as mad as daryl but you didn’t complain. daryl on the other hand had complained to rick about how annoying you were and that you were a complete brat.

“ya always fussin’ bout somethin’. don’t ya know when to shut ya trap.” he takes a drag from whatever he had in his mouth before looking up at you. just like in the gif. he was good looking beyond belief. would you ever say it out loud? hell no.

i looked back at him to notice he never took his eyes off of me. you broke the eye contact. mumbling a “fuck you” as i walked back into the prison to start getting ready for the run. you loaded your gun and slipped it into your waistband and put your knife in its little holder on your thigh.

you looked over your shoulder as carol came into your cell. “be safe out there, sweetie and try not to kill daryl.” you rolled your eyes and huffed out. “ill be safe but i can’t guarantee that last part, maybe ill feed him to the walkers.”

you hear a knock on the concrete wall and you looked up. “let’s go.” daryl huffed out and then turned on his heel and walked out. “ill see you later, carol” you threw your bag over your shoulder and headed out.

you stopped as soon as you got out. “no fucking way.” daryl was on his bike, not in a car, on his fucking bike. where i would have to physically touch him, breathe him in.

“come on, y/n cant ya just cooperate.” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “can’t you be fuckin’ normal and get in a car?” you grabbed the keys off of the door. he gave you a look that only meant that he wasn’t gonna budge.

“please just this once.”

he rolled his eyes and killed the engine to the bike. “fuckin’ bitch” he muttered under his breath. “i heard you asshole.” i walked to the grey suv. daryl following my tracks, just as i was about to open the door daryl pins me to the car.

“what’s your problem with me.” our faces inches away from each other. “let me go, daryl.” his face got closer. “answer my question first.” his eyes dropped to your lips before it came back up to your eyes.

a moment of silence passed before carl came running out. “y/n, you forgot..” daryl pushed off of the car. “sorry, if i interrupted.” daryl walked around and got in the passenger side. “no you didn’t interrupt. what’d you need?”

he handed you a gun. “you forgot it.” he ran back inside. you opened the door to the car and sighed. this was gonna be a long, long drive.

daryl had bitched the entire ride to the rundown store and now he was bitching for some unknown reason. “you bitch a whole lot for someone who said i was always fussing about something.”

“ ‘m not bitchin’ bout anything.” he grumbled. you looked over at him and sighed. “you asked what my problem is, whats yours? you always give me shit for every little thing.”

he pushed me against the side of the store we just left. putting his hands on both sides of my head so i was trapped. “ya wanna know what my problem is?” you throat moved as you very visibly gulped.

“it’s you.” he looked back at my lips, just like earlier but this time he looked linger. when his eyes came back up they were filled with something. lust. “you’re always bitching about something. always pushin’ my buttons. making me want ‘t bend you over a table and fuck ya’ dumb.”

you hated what he did to you. he turned you on when he shouldn’t at times he shouldn’t have. when he was killing walkers and his muscles flexed just the right way in the right lighting. when he was doing something to his bike and he was all greasy and sweaty. it shouldn’t turn you on but it does.

“do it.” you said in a whisper barely audible, but he heard you. his lips crashed onto yours. a rough, hot steamy kiss. all of y’alls built up anger and frustration put into a kiss.

his hands came up and picked you up by your thighs. one arm holding you up and the other groping your ass. you moaned into the kiss. his mouth leaving yours and traveling down your neck, leaving very prominent hickeys.

you didn’t want this moment to end. no matter how much you two fought, or screamed at each other, you knew how you felt about him. he was misunderstood, he felt like he didn’t belong anywhere. you knew that because thats how you felt too. you two “hated” each other because y’all were so alike.

daryl gently put you down. he took off your knife holder that was placed around your thigh, next was your shorts. you stopped his hand as they came around your waist.

“wait.” he opened his mouth to talk before you out your hand flew to his mouth shutting him up. “do you hear that?” faint snarls coming from around the store y’all we at.

he stood up taking your hand from his mouth and huffed out. “damn, walkers ruinin’ all ma fun” he picked up his bow and handed you your knife holder.

“we have to go” you tapped him, signaling walkers in the distance. we walked to the car. daryl got in the drivers seat this time. i got into the passenger seat and closed the door. only to be pulled over the console and into daryls lap.

“what’re you doing?”

he kissed me and locked the doors to make sure no walkers tried getting in. his hands were everywhere. everything he touched it felt like my skin was on fire. i loved his touch. no matter how much he said he hated me, i knew deep down it wasn’t true.

he let the seat back. his hands resting on your ass. “your pretty for a brat y’know tha” he pushed you towards him so know y’all were chest to chest. kissing you hard once again. he pushed your hips down into his. your mouth falling open as a moan slips out.

taking this opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth, making your mouth his. “so sexy.” he grumbled out. his hands moving upwards taking off my tank top pushing over my head and throwing it into the passenger seat.

“ya have a nice pair of tits” i laughed and rolled my eyes. i placed my hands at the base of his vest and shirt and slipped it off of him, throwing it over in the passenger seat with my shirt.

i grinned down at him before grinding down on him, earning a groan from him. his body was god like i ran my hands up and down his chest.

“i wanna try something.” i broke the silence. he looked at me with a look that said ‘what’re you up to’. i lifted my hips and took of my shorts leaving a shocked expression on daryl’s face when he saw that i wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“what? its the end of the world. i don’t have lots of underwear.” he shook his head not protesting. my hands going to the button of his jeans unbuttoning them. pulling them and his boxers down to pool around his feet.

sitting back on his thigh trying to figure out how i’m gonna do this. “stay laying down” i pushed at his chest trying to turn myself around. sighing in defeat. “a-little help?”

daryl laughed and helped turn me around. minutes later we finally did it. i got up on my hands and knees trying to scoot back but instead hit my head on the wheel honking the horn. “fuck.”

daryl taking my hips and guiding them to his face. “ya have a nice pussy too.” before bringing it down on his mouth. he teased my hole with his tongue before moving up and sucking my clit. all the sudden pressure on my clit made me forget what i was supposed to be doing, making me a mess.

“ya gon’ do somethin’ or ya jus’ gonna look at it” he stopped his motion and slapped my ass. i took his shaft in my hand and started to pump it. his mouth went back to my heat.

i took his tip into my mouth, sucking it before i took the rest of him in my mouth. he was making it really hard to focus on sucking him off when he was making me feel the best i’ve felt in years.

i moaned around his length causing him to buck his hips, making me gag. "mm, i've got ya" his voice getting deeper, rumbling deep into his chest as he allows two thick fingers to slide into your slick hole.

"oh.." you moan as you toss your head back, legs twitching as they threaten to close around his head. daryl only grunts before his fingers are moving, hooking them everytime they slide out to target your spot, thumb brushing against your throbbing clit. his pace is slow and tedious, dragging out the sensation until you forget your name.

your orgasm moving in closer than you thought, his teasing actions having more of an effect on your body than the rushed ones you've endured, this felt stronger and harder to hold back.

i took his cock farther down my throat, eager to get him to get his release. occasionally sucking his length, your hands doing most of the work but his tongue was driving you to a fast release and it felt amazing. your head flew up, your moans and panting traveled in the little car space.

your hips bucked and daryl’s hand smacked your ass cheek hard before he pulled you down to him as if he was trying to suffocate on your slick while you came.

“think ya can finish me off, brat?” he said smacking your already sore and red ass. you nod your head and go back to sucking him off. bobbing your head up and down, spit dribbling dow your chin and making a mess of daryl’s cock.

his hands kneading your soft, sore red flesh. his groans getting louder and he starts to buck up into your throat. grunts, groans, and gagging all to be heard throughout the car.

you could tell he was getting close by the way he was thrusting into your mouth and his groans. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” he starts to use your throat making you gag and moan around him.

he threw his head back and his motions stilled as he shot his load of hot sticky cum in my mouth. he pulls out and i swallow it.

the car ride was silent, nothing could be heard except our breathing and the wind as we drove down the roads. daryl slowed the car as we pulled up to the prison and we were met by carl and carol.

when the car came to a complete stop you were first to hop out. walking to your cell, not sparing daryl another glance. you pulled out the milk crate that had your clothes in it. pulling out some underwear, a brush and clothes before going to the showers.

you caught rick on the way out of your cell. “hey rick, do you have any towels and rags left? i’m out.” he nodded and led the way to where his things were. when you got there he handed you a clean rag and towel.

“thanks” you were about to leave before rick spoke up. “what took you and daryl so long on that run?” your face got got heated and you tried to speak but no words came out.

he laughed and shook his head. “have anything to do with these?” he moved your hair and touched the dark purple mark on your neck.

you pushed past rick saying you had to shower. you entered the showering room and heard a shower on already but that didn’t bother you it was normal, until you heard him.

“ya following me or somethin’?” you turn around and are met with daryl. “no, i just came to shower.” your eyes raked over his body, taking it all in. his wet hair clung to his face and a towel that hung dangerously low on his waist.

when your eyes traveled back up they met his. “i’m just gonna, y’know” you pointed towards the shower and turned around to get in. he was still standing there, watching you.

“do you mind?” you set your stuff down and turned the shower on. he still stood there saying nothing and staring at you. you turned around and took off your clothes stepping into the water.

you didn’t even care that he was there, he seen you earlier it’s no different now. you ran your hands through your hair, feeling the water hit your face. you turned around to see if daryl was still there only to find out he left.

you washed the walker blood, sweat and the activities from earlier off of you. after a few minutes, i turned off the water and wrapped myself in a towel and wringing out my hair.

i threw on a shirt and knew it wasn’t mine with how big it was. i slipped on a pair of panties and some shorts before walking back to my cell. you closed the cell door and got laid in your bed, hoping you could get some sleep.

you closed your eyes and tried to sleep, but all you could think about was daryl, about earlier. the loud sound of metal screeching made you shoot up. “m’sorry for wakin’ you.” he came in and shut the cell door. “i wasn’t sleeping. i couldn’t.” he sat on your makeshift — the two thin mattresses from the prison beds on the floor — bed.

he looked at you, the same look from earlier. lust. he pulled you over onto his lap. “y’know i fuckin’ hate you” he said before he closed the space between us, kissing me hard.

i needed him everywhere. i was grinding down on his lap. his lips connected with my neck, leaving love bites all over.

i quietly moaned out. his hands traveled down to my shorts, slipping one hand under the waistband. he brought his lips back to mine giving me another rough kiss.

his hand pushing past my thong. teasing my clit as he worked his way to my slippery hole. he slipped his thick fingers into my heat, almost immediately starting to fuck yourself on his fingers

his finger’s matching your pace. he pulled back from our kiss and smirked. “you’re so eager.” he took his hands out of your shorts and laid you down on your bed.

“lift your hips” he tugged at your shorts. you did as he said and lifted your hips for him. “such an obedient whore for someone who hates me so much.” he tossed your shorts somewhere beside you.

“fuck you” you gasped out. he came back up kissing you, biting your lip. moving his way down your body. he lifted your shirt over your head, throwing it wherever he threw your shorts.

he took a nipple into his mouth, his hand going down to rub my clit through my underwear. “fuck” i moaned. i bit my lip to suppress all the noise i was making, seeing as though there were people trying to sleep in the rooms next to mine.

a harsh slap got delivered to my face. “i want to hear your moans.” i shook my head, disobeying what he said. he stopped everything he was doing. another harsh slap. i still didn’t budge.

“now you don’t want to fuckin’ listen.” he wrapped his hand around your neck squeezing, not to much so he didn’t hurt you. no matter how much he claimed to hate you, he never wanted to hurt you.

gasping for air you open your mouth. “i don’t want them to hear.” his hand unwrapped from your throat. “i don’t give a shit.” he went back down and yanked your lacy thongs down and took no time putting his head between your thighs.

licking and sucking on your clit as your hands tangled in his messy hair. your back arching off of the mattress. “oh fuck daryl.”

his fingers collected the slick from your heat as he pushed his thick digits into you. all the pleasure you were getting was overwhelming because this is the first time in years since you’ve done this.

“i- fuck. daryl im gonna..” he pulled his fingers out and stopped sucking. you whimpered from the loss of contact. “daryl” you whimpered. he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his boxers down, kicking them off.

he was big. i looked up at him and he smirked. “you like what you see?” he grabbed me by my hips and pulled me closer to him. “shut up and fuck me.”

he lined himself up with my entrance and pushed in. we both hissed as he sunk into me. “you’re so damn tight” he huffed out. he started to pound mercilessly into me.

“oh, fuck.” i squealed out. daryl came down and bit my shoulder to keep his groans contained. i tried to keep my moans contained but it was all too much and i couldn’t keep them in.

“daryl” i moaned probably loud enough for the entire cell block to hear me. he was biting down so hard i think he drew blood. i tear slipped down my cheek. “what’re you cryin’ for” he continued to mercilessly pound into you.

“i- oh god.” he was hitting the perfect spot. “right there, fuck.” he put your leg on his shoulder, your mouth hanging open. no words came out, only pure sounds of pleasure.

“i’m gonna cum.” daryl’s hand came up to your mouth. “open.” he demanded and you did. he spit into your mouth. his finger tracing your jaw. “swallow it.”

you did as he said. his trusts were getting sloppy and you could tell he was close as-well by the way he was groaning and breathing.

“you gon’ cum with me? hmm? you gonna cum on my cock?” he pounded harder. i was practically screaming at this point. “yes, please make me cum. please daryl.” this is the first and the last time he will ever hear you beg.

the familiar knot in my stomach building up. daryl hitting the same spot over and over again until the tension in my stomach finally released. daryl following right behind me as he let his seed spill into me and rolled off of me.

we laid there for a couple minutes in silence, just listening to each others breaths. “you still hate me?” i turned my head to look at him. he was smiling like an idiot. “shut up, daryl.”

after a moment of silence, i huffed out. “i never hated you.” i smiled and climbed on top of him. he smiled back. “s’that so” i nodded my head with a mhm before closing the gap between us.

this kiss wasn’t angry, it wasn’t rough, it was sweet and gentle. “daryl dixon, i’ve done nothing but love you since i laid eyes on you.”

his hands resting on your hips tracing circles. “ya love me?” he looked into your eyes. you nod and smile a bit. “i wanna hear you say it again.” he smiled.

“i love you, daryl dixon.” he kissed me after i finished my sentence. “i love ya, too, y/n.” he pulled me closer to him. kissing me all over my face.

“wanna go for round two?” i laughed and dropped my head to his chest. “anything for you, mr. dixon.”

in the morning, you woke up with his arms around you and his face buried in your neck. you look to your side and grab your shirt and shorts and sit up. being careful to not wake daryl up. you slip on the shirt and you wiggle the shorts on getting up.

you walk out of the cell and make your way to the cafeteria, where you were met with the rest of the group. “morning” rick says. “good morning” the group was all looking at you while you made your food. “i’m surprised she can still stand.” carl said making the group laugh and rick to hit the back of his head.

you sat down at the table. “how’d you sleep” carol asked. “if she did get any sleep.” glenn said. your eyes shot up from your food. “what did you say?” she looked at glenn who’s hands shot up and he acted as if he hadn’t said anything.

daryl walked into the room causing everyone to look his way. “wha, i got somethin’ on my face or sum?” he made his way over to where i was sitting and sat next to me.

maggie walked in and came behind glenn. “you two think you could keep it down at night? some people actually try to get sleep.”

my face became red and daryl laughed. “m’bad i tried to shut ‘er up but she don’ listen.” i put my hands on my face and shake my head.

“so i’m taking this as you two are alrigh’ now, no more fightin?” rick said. me and daryl both nodded our heads. “yea, no more fightin’ for now.” daryl looked over at me and pulled me closer to him by my waist and he kissed my forehead.

this is..idk. lmk your opinion. im gonna try to figure out a schedule to post on but yeah. you should def. checkout my stories on wattpad (darylscvmdumpster) im not as active on there tho!

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bangchansgirlsblog · 6 months

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My Biggest Regret

Part four:

"Y/n pass me the tomatoes please,"

Chan's mum and Y/n had started cooking a big meal for the boys. It was currently 5 in the evening and Chan's dad had gone to pick up the boys from the airport leaving Hannah, Y/n and his mum cooking in a hot kitchen for 9 men. 9 grown men meant a lot of meat, a lot of bread and a lot of food in general.

"Here you go auntie," she passed the tomatoes and started on the dessert. Chan's favorite cheesecake. She hadn’t cooked it in a while but she knew she could, after all she made sure to in-grave the steps in her brain just incase Chan had ever asked her to make it for him.

"Mum I don't know why we're cooking so much for him!" This was the 50th time that evening that Hannah was complaining, "there just going to finish all this in 10 minutes!"

"Aish!" She smacked Hannah’s arm lightly causing Y/n to smile at the two and giggle, "all you've done is complain since morning! Be like Y/n and actually help," Hannah rolled her eyes and walked over to the oven to check on whatever was inside there.

"Y/nnie, my love, maybe go rest a little bit? You've been on your feet for a few hours,"

"It's okay auntie, we're almost done anyway so don't worry about it," Y/n assured Mama Bhang.

"Okay sweetie but aren't you so excited! Channie comes home!" She clapped her hands and spun a little.

"Yes I am excited, woah woah-" Y/n quickly grabbed the spoon that was about to hit the ground and handed it back to her.

"We must celebrate today don't you think?" The older lady stood by the stove and stirred one of the broths that were cooking, "how about some wine?"

"Mum, where shall I put this?" Hannah was holding a tray and it looked very hot. She was sweating a little too just like the rest of them.

"Just put it by the counter and start plating everything baby," she instructed the girl before turning back to a very concentrated Y/n, "so wine?"

"Yeah sure, I can go out and get some-"

"Oh! Don't be silly! You really thought I wouldn't have a stash of wine?" She teased and walked over to the caboards in the leaving room and walked back with two bottles in hand.

"Are we finishing both of them?" Y/n asked in shock looking at her elder grabbing three cups and setting them down.

"Oh sweetie! If we can, why not? We've been in the kitchen for hours! Don't we deserve this?" She poured and filled the glasses with wine and handed them out.

"Okay! I'm almost done with the sauce, I'm moving the hotpot onto the dining table, you two finish dishing up plates and start bringing them out,"

"Okay Mum, what about the ice cream? Should we put them in the coolers?"

"No, just feel the coolers with ice," she instructed Hannah before leaving the two in the kitchen.

"I've never seen her this happy before," Y/n giggled and started to stack the foods on the plates.

"Same to be honest, I don't think she was even this happy when I graduated," Hannah rolled her eyes and took a sip of her wine.

"Oh! Don't say that Hannah, you know we were all so excited," Y/n had attended the graduation and made sure to take a lot of pictures cause she was proud and she wanted to make an album of memories to give to Chan when he came back. She had stacked a lot of pictures of things he had missed including birthdays, graduations (including hers) and just casual dinners and parties. The book was thick and she couldn't wait to hand it to the boy.

"I just don't under why-"

"Hannah you can't have this grudge with your brother, I was also in pain and I was hurt but you can't keep holding onto the grudge, his on his way home right now, you should be celebrating. Don't ruin it by being angry! Let him get home and after dinner you can talk to him about it okay?"

"Ugh I hate it when you're right," Hannah rolled her eyes. They both took another sip from their glasses and finished up setting the dining table.

The balcony door was open revealing the hot grill outside waiting for Chan's dad to put the steak's on the grill.

It was around 6:30. The glasses of wine were empty and now filled again. They were all washing up the dishes and cleaning up the house because Mama Bhang had recieved a text saying they were pulling up in the drive way.

Y/n's stomach started to churn, she couldn't believe. Chan was here. Chan was finally here. The glass in her hand was suddenly empty again. She had chugged it down.

"Okay should we go take a shower now?" Hannah asked as she finished wiping the table. Her mum was laying blankets on the couch incase anyone was going to sleep on it and she put out a few snacks on the table for the boys.

"Yeah let's go," Y/n agreed and headed to Hannah's room. She closed the door behind them and Hannah poured another glass for Y/n.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Y/n asked already tipsy. They both giggled as Hannah nodded her head.

"If we're going to do this, let's atleast do it drunk?" She justified, well questioned.

"You're so silly!" Y/n chuckled and grabbed her towel to head into the bathroom.

Her head was spinning a little but she couldn't help but overthink everything. She couldn't contain her emotions. She couldn't explain how she felt. She could just simple day she was happy but that couldn't explain all of her emotions. She wanted answers from Chan. Why did he disappear? Did he still love her? Because she made sure to keep herself pure for him. She made sure to keep herself innocent for him because he had promised to be her first in everything.

"Y/n! Hurry up girl!" The knock on the door causes her to jump out of her trance and quickly get out of the bathroom. Hannah was sat on the bed scrolling through her socials.

“Okay I’m done,” she said while rolling her eyes playfully.

"Finally! I thought you passed out or something," Y/n put down her toilet bag and get dressed as Hannah was taking her shower.

She had decided to wear a cute blue body hugging dress that she had gotten from skims with a white and blue cardigan.

She then went on to put on some perfume and do a little bit of makeup. Her hair was then slicked back into a pony tail.

When Hannah was done she also wore something similar to Y/n's but hers was in red and she let her hair fall since it wasn't long enough to be put up.

They decided to take a few selfies and pictures since they both could agree they looked really cute and wifey material.

"Girls?! There here!" They hear Chan's mum yell throught he house. The two got up and finished the wine in their glasses and made their way downstairs.

"Oh my girls! You both look so beautiful," she cooed at the sight of both of them.

"Thank you mum! Now where are they?" Hannah was impatient, she wanted to see her brother and his friends.

The door handle wiggled and then opened revealing her dad and a bunch of people behind him.

"Geuss who's home," his voice boomed throughout the whole house.

"Move!" His mum run past his dad and jumped into Chan's arms. Her body trembled against his as she started to cry.

It was a beautiful sight and Hannah and Y/n couldn't help but tear up a little.

"Oh my baby Boy! I missed you so much. This can't be real," she cried in his arms as Chan allowed her too.

"Hey Mum, I missed you so much," he wouldn't admit it but tears dropped from his eyes aswell. He did miss his mum with everything in him.

"Well since those two are busy," Chan's dad cleared his throat while chuckling, "girls these are the guys, introduce yourselves," he encourages the two girls that stood behind the couches.

"Hey, I'm Hannah, Hannah Bhang. His little sister and this is Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n. She's a family friend." Hannah smiled and waved. Y/n waved too, since she wasn't used to being people around her age she looked terrified but in all honesty she was just shy.

"Nice to meet you finally! I'm leeknow," he walked over to them to shake their hand. "That's Changbin, Han, Felix, Hyunjin, Seungmin and I.N," he points at the different guys. They both smiled and waved at each of them. Y/n was trying so hard to remember all their names.

The blonde guy caught her eye though. Hyunjin was it? His was so pretty but what made her fall for him more was his soft plump lips.

"Welcome to Australia," Y/n finally said, "Make yourself at home." She smiled and lead them to sit down.

"Hey! hey! hey! I haven't met them yet!" Chan's mum said after she finally let go of Chan and dragged the boy into the house, they all chuckle and get up again to greet their elder. She made sure to give them hugs and kisses.

"Hannah!" A not so familiar voice called distracting them from the sight in-front of them. They both turn to Chan. "Are you not going to kiss your brother hello?" He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. His eyes automatically falling on Y/n.

He gasps and analyzes her figure, she was even more beautiful than he could remember. She looked so innocent and so grown up now.

The guilt started to eat away at him. It started to slowly creep up and it made his body heat up.

"Okay okay you're squeezing me to death!" Hannah was panting and trying to wiggle out of his strong grip.

"Woah," was all he could say. He almost even dropped his travel bag. "Y/n?"

"Hey Channie!" She smiled and waved at the boy who quite literally looked like he was about to pass out.

"Long time no see ehhh?"

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kakashiislut · 1 year

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Howdy! Do you have any general relationship headcanons for Modi? He's my favorite stinky rat man, show this man what a vaguely healthy relationship looks like.

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Sorry this took so long! I also love our stinky rat boy :(

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Warnings: some nsfw, not that bad. I’m sorry this is so bad, I can’t keep still.

Authors Note: sorry this is bad, I got a nose job like yesterday and it hurts to stare at my phone. But I love him. My eyes are all swollen so I hope this makes sense.

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Healthy Modi x GN!Reader relationship Head-cannons.

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-Modi is and was put down for his entire life by just about everyone around him. It sucked. He doesn’t find comfort in anyone, but his mother…until he found you…

-You Call him all sorts of things. His favorite is when you call him “my pretty boy…” or “sweetie” he finds it makes his heart beat super fast. He absolutely adores when you coo all sort of pet names at him. Makes him feel all sweet inside.

-He doesn’t like anyone saying anything about his weight, but if you call “my chubby boy” or just overall bite and hug his tummy?? HES GONNA CRYYYY- he loves it. Plzs tell him how much you love his body.

-He loves holding your hand and taking you out on walks. When he’s walking over some large rocks, he’ll hold your pinky and then lift you over the rock and set you back down.

-He will talk the ENTIRE time. Everyone he tries to talk to anyone, they shut him up usually. So please listen to everything he has to say. He will talk about all sorts of things, from animals, to how angry his grandad makes him, all the way to what his day was like.

-Dates?? Yes dates, all day everyday. Like seriously, it’s kinda bad. He has some sort of mission? “BUT DADDDD!!! Me and Y/N are supposed to go out todayyyy”

-Let’s Just say his dad probably hates you a little bit.

-Thing about Modi? He’ll never take his feelings out on you, magni would, Modi would never. He’s always blamed for everything, so why would he try to blame you? If his dad doesn’t like you, or gets him in trouble for wanting to hang with you, Modi will just stomp away and pretend nothing happened when you question him.

-(Sorry if that makes no sense, I’m trying my best, I can’t see.)

-When you guys sleep in the same bed, he’ll try to make as much space as possible for you. It’s so cute, this cute lil baby is all tangled up at the edge of the bed. He’s literally like 8 ft tall, but he’s your babyyyyy.

-Does snore. Will apologize if you complain about it. He will purposely snore louder, just to make you laugh. He’ll pretend to sleep for like 10 minutes, just to hear you giggle and slap at his arm.

NSFW:

-it’s thick. Like way too thick. The type to whine and gently sob, cause it won’t fit in you. But that’s okay. Cause you’ll keep trying and he’ll keep sobbing. And eventually?? It slips right in.

-Rub and pinch at his nipples, he’ll get off to it. Trust me, just brush over them and he’ll cum everywhere. Slap them even. He’ll buck his hips and his pretty mouth will open.

-Sub. Don’t care. I said it.

-Will moan so loudly if you ride him, hands at his side, while you jump up and down on his cock. His cock? It’s so pretty, cute lil pink tip and the shaft matches his skin color.

-You’ve asked him about getting a tattoo on the base while you guys where fucking and he really thought about it. (It’ll hurt wayyy too much, stick and pokes suck)

-Like you do! YOUR HEAD GAME IS FIRE.

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star trek: deep space 9 taken from the tv show.

come on, let’s get you home.

looks like you need a new bandage.

it’s good to see you got your appetite back.

you’re lucky you only got singed.

i need to know that you’re here, safe. that way, a part of me will always be safe, too.

get your hands off of me, before i do something i’ll regret.

we’ll see each other again soon. that’s a promise.

whatever it is you’ve been through has taken its toll.

that boy’s life is in our hands, and i won’t let anybody give up on him.

there are too many ways to get into serious trouble here.

get some hot chocolate and tell me about it.

you can channel your feelings of aggression in other ways.

this is important. you and i. things change, but not this.

you’re a great boy, you know that?

you have to leave me here and go on by yourself.

but the thing about dreams is, if you talk about them, they kind of go away faster.

now that kid is here under my protection, and i swear, if you do anything to hurt them, i will make you regret it. is that clear?

everyone has to have someone to confide in, someone to hear their stories.

my heart is too big.

the boy’s in a lot of trouble.

everything’s gonna be all right, but you have to try and stay awake for me.

if you were hurt, i’d leave you behind.

hold on, i’m not finished with you.

my dear, you should not be here.

it’s just a nosebleed.

hey, who said anything about being scared?

everyone went out of their way to look after me.

it takes a lot of courage to admit you’re wrong.

you run now, i won’t be able to protect you.

give me that before you hurt yourself.

i don’t need counseling, or relaxation, or time to adjust. i just want to be left alone.

get out.

and i am gonna pray, because i don’t know what else to do.

care for a root beer?

i’ve always loved you. even when i hated you.

before you volunteer too quickly, understand what you’re getting into.

do not hug me.

mom?

i’m not afraid, papa.

you’ve been so kind to me.

i’ve said my piece. sorry for butting in.

you know, why don’t we just call it a day? you obviously have other things on your mind.

i feel sick when i eat. i have pains in my head, in my chest.

you keep moving around, you won’t need any nurse.

i’ve known nothing but violence since i was a child.

what the hell has gotten into your head?

so, now you’re hiding things from me?

i think i could handle some soup.

save your strength

a sharp knife is nothing without a sharp eye.

so, my young friend, what do you think we’re looking at?

confession is good for the soul.

i’m gonna stay here, take care of the wounded. that includes you.

that’s a very personal question.

is this some kind of joke?

look at me. i need to know you’re going to be all right.

hold on, i’m not finished with you.

continually distracted, depressed, and agitated.

you always tighten your brow just a tiny bit whenever you’re about to ask a question.

it’s so small even i can’t stand up in there. look, i’m developing a slouch.

the one good thing about going away is coming home.

you don’t want me hanging around here? fine. i’ll do my thinking someplace else.

i don’t know who’s going to hear this. i don’t even know if i’ll be alive by the time this log is recovered.

we have rights, including the right to be as stubborn or thickheaded as we want.

i know it’s too difficult to speak right now. just rest.

you might say it came to me in a vision.

what are you doing up? you’re supposed to be in bed.

i’ll miss you.

and you’ve got a lot of nerve complaining about being cold when you’re the one wearing the jacket.

the last thing i want is to become a burden to you.

rudeness will get you nowhere.

okay? i’ve forgotten “okay.”

keep your eyes and ears open, follow orders, and try not to get in the way.

it’s not a trick, it’s a choice.

that’s how i think of you. and maybe that’s why sometimes, it’s hard for me to relax around you.

it’s a treatment, not a cure. it’ll prevent hallucinations, take the edge off the depression, but that’s all it’ll do.

you know, that was a very ugly thing you just said.

right now, my head is swimming in bloodwine and i’m going to bed, and so should you.

i’m a little tired. didn’t get much sleep last night.

i appreciate your concern, but i’ll grieve in my own way, in my own time.

we’ve come to care about what happens to these people.

i know that you’ve been working with the maquis, and right now, i don’t care.

are you some kind of anarchist?

when you take someone’s life, you lose a part of your own as well.

home! i want to go home!

besides, i could never live with myself if something happened to you.

now we either freeze to death or starve to death. take your pick.

isn’t there someone you can talk to? someone you trust?

that’s right. it’s okay. everything’s going to be fine.

take my word for it, you’ll survive.

i don’t know about you, but it’s past my bedtime.

do you want to come color with me?

look, i’m not asking you to like me or to be my friend. i’m asking you to join me, to fight at my side.

sealing the entranceway was a risky thing to do. you nearly brought the whole ceiling down on yourself.

i can’t feel my legs.

“a needle in a haystack” wouldn’t do this job justice.

you ought to get some rest.

don’t deny the violence inside of you. only when you accept it can you move beyond it.

make sure to put your plate in the replicator, sweetie.

you know, it’s attitudes like that that keep you people from getting invited to all the really good parties.

i feel like someone just walked over my grave.

we need to get you to the infirmary.

enough. you’re pushing yourself too hard.

if that’s how you remember it, you must’ve hit your head harder than i thought you did.

you should take a break. you’ve been working nonstop for days.

well, you tried being alone and it hasn’t done any good. so maybe it’s time to stop brooding and start talking.

are you part of my family?

my leg is broken.

i’ve been looking all over for you.

you’re suffering from a severe form of amnesia.

speak up for yourself while you’re here, okay?

things that would send cold chills down your spine and wake you in the middle of the night.

i’m the one who should be struggling to stay conscious. i’m the one who’s in excruciating pain.

not just a bad dream – bad memories.

are you two fighting again?

i don’t want your sympathy and i don’t need your advice!

you stay a while longer if you want to, but you have to promise me, when the time comes and i tell you to go, you’ll do it.

look, i know it’s too late for an apology. but for what it’s worth, i’m sorry.

why don’t you go to your quarters and lie down for a while?

everyone keeps looking at me. they’re afraid of me.

i’d never felt more alone in all my life.

i’m half-frozen. i haven’t eaten for days. my muscles won’t work anymore!

what you experienced was an artificial reality, an interactive program that created memories of things that never actually happened.

what could be more important than dom-jot?

i’m not sleeping. i’m checking my eyelids for holes.

i’ve found that when it comes to doing what’s best for you, you humanoids have the distressing habit of doing the exact opposite.

you’re going to give yourself indigestion.

speaking of pain, this is probably going to hurt.

i never thought i would say this to you, but you are listening to your heart, not your head.

would you please go on vacation and get out of our hair?

you should take things easy for a while.

i wish there was something i could do. some way i could promise you that everything is going to be okay.

i’ve done some things i’m not proud of.

i want to stay with you.

my weakness is i’m too generous, too forgiving.

oh, this is one stubborn infection. how long have you had it?

just to “speak up for myself”, i’m feeling a little betrayed here.

the best way to survive a knife fight is to never get in one.

you can annoy me, bait me, question my very existence. but in the end, we both know i’ve won.

i haven’t seen one of these since i was a kid.

it’s a good weapon – solid, simple. you can drag it through the mud and it’ll still fire.

i’m sorry, i hope i haven’t offended anyone.

little children do that.

you know, eventually, you’re going to have to stop talking and deal with this.

if you come with me, you can be a soldier again.

i still wish you’d given me a little more warning.

you can’t expect me to cure it overnight.

i used to dream about you coming to save me. that’s what kept me alive.

you’ve never had those feelings. you don’t know what it means to really care about another person.

let me put it another way. i don’t want to play cards, and even if i did, i wouldn’t want to play with you.

what’s next? do you want to apologize to me? express your sympathy?

i think you went to your quarters last night and you tossed and turned in bed, because you knew some of the things you said to me concerned me.

you’ve got all the emotions of a stone. no offense.

because i have the bad habit of telling the truth even when people don’t want to hear it.

i’m always suspicious of people who are eager to help a police officer.

for as long as i can remember, i have always been an outsider.

you were wounded. try not to move around.

terrorists don’t get to be heroes.

i’ve never needed a friend more than i do right now.

i cried for you. i missed you so much.

we need to stop the bleeding. we better get you up to the ship.

i’m not afraid of you.

for the moment, why don’t you relax? try not to be so tense, take it easy.

we don’t belong in this time. we’re from the future.

you federation types are all alike. you talk about tolerance and understanding, but you only practice it towards people who remind you of yourselves.

now, i think we should concentrate on getting you comfortable with this weapon.

out there, there are no saints, just people – angry, scared, determined people who are going to do whatever it takes to survive, whether it meets with the federation’s approval or not.

yeah, i just banged my head on something.

it’s life. you can miss it if you don’t open your eyes.

i should have known you’d develop feelings for these people you’ve been living with for the past few years.

there’s nothing you can do. um, i just need some time.

i’ll teach you. it’s a very simple game.

you don’t deserve it. nobody does.

and you want to know why you don’t scare me? because i’m already more scared than i’ve ever been in my life.

oh, please. i’m suffering enough without having to listen to your smug federation sympathy.

i know what it’s like to worry about a child.

last night, it sounded like a takaran wildebeest was tromping around up there.

do you remember my face? even a little?

between you and me, those people have every right to defend themselves.

there’s a time for levity, my young friend, and a time for genuine concern.

why? why do you care so much?

i have to save you from yourself.

just because a group of people belong to the federation, that does not mean that they are saints.

life is yours for the taking. all you have to do is reach out and grab it.

no one on this station is better than anyone else. we’re all equal.

that’s why i came to you, because i knew you’d protect me. you will protect me, won’t you?

just because we don’t understand a life-form, doesn’t mean we can destroy it.

oh, we’re all very good at conjuring up enough fear to justify whatever we want to do.

it’s an expression of affection that you find difficult to accept.

look, i just don’t want anything to happen to you.

as your friend, i have to tell you i’m worried about you.

have i ever told you how much i hate that smug, superior attitude of yours?

and as for bedside manner, i’ve known nicer voles.

you’re the terrorist. you tell me.

i repaid kindness with blood. i was no better than an animal.

you don’t know what it means to care about someone, do you?

i’ll try to keep my problems more quiet next time.

are you sure you’re all right?

oh, i slept like an alvanian cave sloth.

just watch your back. you’re in danger.

the thing i don’t understand is why you pretended to be my friend.

i have to say goodbye to you.

#tv tag.#rp meme #rp sentence meme #askbox meme

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💔why you’d break up, please. Thanks Scarlet you are very sweet. I love you.

Hi sweety. Is it okay if I call people that? Please let me know. Okay anyways, thank you and, aww. You're sweet, and thanks. Also, there are many ways people break up so i will list reasons and convos.

-Scarlet

From prompt ----> here

Q: Why you’d break up?

::Eren::

Though you're dealing with 19 year-old Eren he still has a lot anger.

Now if we are going with who he's become and no AU setting, you'd break up because he's not the same Eren you fell in love with.

He'd probably push you away so it leads to you drifting even tho he's your one and only.

Like he probably loves you but he lied to push you away and to not have you care.

He also probably hates that he loves you too.😭😭

"Say it, three words--eight letters." You'd be on the verge of tears not wanting to believe he didn't love you anymore.

Please eren just love her😭😭

"I used to love you." He'd stare at you blankly not giving a damn.

It's also because he knows he can't live that long.

He doesn't want to burden you bc you are also his one and only.

Letting you go is hard for him, even if he's kinda psycho.

In a modern au, he fights with his gf a lot.🙄

But that's what makes real love you know. At least some times.😂

The reason can be because of his anger but more or so how much he pushes you away when he has a problem.

You hate how he doesn't let you in.

Sometimes he doesn't want to hear your doubts and it makes matter worse.

I really think the breakup is bc of a bunch of reasons you've been trying to cope with but can't.

"I do love you!" You'd yell angry out of your mind.

"Then what is the problem!?" He'd shout back growing fed up with your doubts.

"You don't love me the same." You'd shake your head swallowing the knot in your throat.

"Yes, I do." He'd agrue.

"No. You say that but it's not the same Eren."

"Y/n-"

"Every time you leave I miss you, I think about you constantly and I hate that. I hate that I love you because I don't have that effect on you." A tear rolling down your cheek, your voice wavering like you were going to break.

"How would you know that?" He'd say angry and like he wanted to cry.

"Because your eyes say it all. And I know I'm just a plaything to you but I've never felt this way for no one." Tears continued to fall from your lashes.

"Y/n no, that's not true." He'd say grabbing your wrist to pull you into him.

"E-eren, please j-just let me go." You yanked yourself from his grip, sobbing a little.

This would make him mad seeing you don’t believe him so he’d call it quits.

::Zeke::

If were talking about a non modern au setting it's because he is going to die in less than one year.

He probably didn’t tell you bc he couldn’t bare the thought of you only thinking about that.

You probably would have a hard time moving on.

Though of course people talk and you found out.

He is also mad that he couldn’t keep this from you bc now you won’t drop it.

“I couldn’t burden you!” He’d shout.

“You lied, about something that changes our entire relationship. Our relationship that will barely last.” You’d croak,being on the edge of tears.

He frowned looking down, “Y/n, this is exactly why I didn’t want you to find out.”

“Keeping this from me would have made me even more hurt.” You’d state shaking your head.

“You shouldn’t be here, I should’ve never gone to that parade to see you again.” He’d shake his head, running his fingers through his hair.

Your eyes grew watery, “What are you saying?”

Please don’t rip my heart out😭😭

“The best way to protect you is by leaving you. Its better if I go.” He’d say, his voice soft but he wasn’t going to cry. He was only disappointed.

“Zeke, no.” You shook your head, a tear falling down your cheek.

“I don’t have a choice baby.” He’d whisper, caressing your cheek as he’d say goodbye.

This hurt him a lot. It wasn’t just you.

He’d be angry at himself and no matter what his mind would always be on you.

Now in a modern au setting I see a laid back kind of person and maybe selfish.

I think it’s his worst quality tbh.

But I also think it’s how he’s very protective of you. Not in a crazy way but you probably don’t get to make a lot of choices without him intervening.

It doesn’t seem like it I know but he always does this with the things he cares about.

He’s consistant on them and he doesn’t give up easily.

Eren much😂😂

So you two got in an argument about it.

“Ugh! Damn it, Zeke just quit deciding for me.” You’d complain, crossing your arms.

“Y/n you were allowing yourself to get hurt for one of your friends. That’s ridiculous.” He’s shrug, not caring.

“How can you do that? How can you be so selfish.” You’d ask your eyes narrowing.

“Because I don’t care! Now forget about doing something reckless.” He’d shout, and you knew he had a point in protecting you but still.

It hurt you, to hear how honest he was being with you and you didn’t think you could do this much longer.

Your fight continued and only got worse for you to call it quits.

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ofhoneyandrosepetals · 3 years

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Summer Roads - Chapter 5

Pairing: Sean x Fem! reader

Description: You’ve always been Lyla’s best friend, but since Sean moved you became an inseparable trio. But who could say that, after all these years together, you would start growing feelings for Sean?

Warning: swearings only.

Word count: 2,207

A/N: it just came to me that I never put Chapter 4 in my masterlist, but that error is already corrected! Have fun <3

You woke up with the sunlight on your face, making your eyelids tremble. The first thing you noticed was that Sean’s sleeping bag was empty. Lyla was still asleep. Once you get up you head for the kitchen, where the smell of toasts and coffee filled the air. Lyla’s mom had a cup of steaming coffee on her hands as she talked with Sean, who devoured the toasts.

“Wasn’t the night chilly?” Lyla’s mom asked.

“It was alright, the sleeping bags are warm,” Sean answered, a toast midway to his mouth when he saw you. “Ah, you up.”

“Good morning, Y/N,” Yu-jin said. “Make yourself at home, of course,” she gestured for the kitchen, meaning that you could serve yourself as you pleased.

“I sure did that,” Sean mumbled, mouth full of toast.

“Don’t do that, Sean,” you whispered at him, meaning his lack of manners in front of Lyla’s mom.

“Well, I’ll leave you two alone. If you need anything, I’ll be upstairs.”

“Okay, thanks,” you and Sean said at the same time.

“Plans for today?” The boy asked you. You shrugged.

“I don’t know, I guess Lyla actually made a list of things she wanted us to do, but I don’t know what’s there and I’m a bit afraid to ask.”

“She’ll probably keep us busy the whole summer.”

You took notice of Sean’s hands as he cleaned the crumbles of toast from the counter. His index finger was still coloured from the spray paint. You looked at your own, still pink.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, one shower and it’s clean,” you heard Sean saying about the spray paint.

“I’m not worried about that.”

“What is it, then? That troubles you? I know there’s something, you’ve been acting all weird yesterday, zoning out and whatever.”

You could never, not in a thousand years, tell Sean what really troubled you, so you decided to lie, which wasn’t much of an easy decision - you hated lying. But in that situation it was perfectly acceptable.

“It’s just my brother,” you said with a wave of your hand, as if dismissing the subject. “I don’t think he’s coming this summer and, well, that kinda sucks.”

“Oh,” Sean raised his eyebrows. “That’s awful, yeah. Why do you think he’s not coming? He didn’t say anything yet?”

“Yep.”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” Sean got up from the stool he was sitting on. “I’m sure he will come,” and Sean hugged you.

It wasn’t supposed to be or to feel weird, since you always hugged Sean, but now it was a delicate situation, since you weren't looking at him with the same eyes. You tried to think as fast as you could to relax your body and hug him back, passing your arms around him. The texture of the fabric of his shirt felt soft under your fingertips. You hugged him tight.

“Thanks,” it was all you could manage.

“Hey, hey - don’t get all sentimental,” Sean tapped your shoulders, a little smile on his face. “You know I’m always willing to trade Daniel.”

That comment made you laugh out loud. “I’d love to keep Daniel just for me for a couple days. We would play so much you’d be jealous!”

“You don’t need to play with Daniel to get me jealous.”

The volume of his voice was so low that at first you doubted he even said anything. Sean was going out through the back door, so you couldn’t ask him if he’d say anything, and those words stuck to your brain like glue.

In the end, Lyla’s mom needed her to help clean the house, so the second day of summer vacation wasn’t going to be spent by the three of you together. Sean asked if you wanted to go over his house and kill some time, but you were so scared of spending time alone with him that you declined.

“Dude, you can’t be sad over something you don’t even know it’s gonna happen,” he said, sounding worried.

“I know, I know, but I need to clean my room, you saw how the situation is.”

“Your room is not even slightly different from what it usually is.”

“Ouch,” you mimicked a stake going through your heart.

“Silly,” Sean said as he shook his head. “Well, if you feel like doing something, anything, don’t hesitate to hit me up.”

“You got it, boss,” you saluted him and jogged to your house without looking back.

What you didn’t know was that Sean was the one who actually looked back.

Of course you didn’t clean your room - not because you didn’t think it wasn’t necessary, because it clearly was, but simply because you were the type of person who never cleared their rooms. Simple as that. Instead, you spent the rest of the morning and the afternoon eating chips, watching TV and occasionally flipping a comic - doing whatever that came to you was the very key of keeping Sean out of your mind.

Your mom was at work, so when the bell rang it was up to you to go and open the door - checking before who it was, of course.

Your heart beat increased what it felt like a thousand percent.

Sean was at your front door.

Keep it cool, keep it cool, you kept repeating to yourself in thoughts as you opened the door to see the whole Diaz family.

“Hi, Y/N!” Greeted an excited Daniel, a Power Bear doll on his left hand as he waved his right one.

“Hello, Diaz. What can I do for you?” You propped one shoulder against the doorframe, trying to look cool and relaxed, and not someone who would probably pop and fly high into the sky.

“Your mom called my dad to say that she’s going to be back home late, so you’re supposed to have dinner with us.”

“And I asked dad if we could get some pizza, since it’s summer vacation!” Daniel was excited as far as a 7 year old could get - meaning: at full speed.

“Why didn’t she tell me that?” You asked. “I knew nothing about it.”

Sean only shrugged.

“Go put on some shoes, Y/N.”

“Is it dinner time already?” You looked behind you, at the clock hanging in the kitchen wall.

“Y/N, shooooooooes,” Sean begged. “I’m starving.”

“Okay, okay, gimme a sec,” you raised your palms and, leaving the front door open so the Diaz family could come in, you went for your room to quickly change your clothes and put on some shoes.

Once you stepped outside your bedroom, Daniel went directly towards you, pretending that his toy was flying, circling around you.

“Let’s go let’s go let’s go!”

“Isn’t Lyla coming?” You asked Sean.

“I called her, but she said she would stay home tonight.”

“Stay home tonight?” That sentence was odd, coming from Lyla. “Is she alright?”

“She seemed fine - I guess she’s just tired from all the cleaning up. A thing you ended up not doing, right?” Sean flicked a look at your room, your door cracked open. You shrugged, embarrassed. “Please tell me you didn’t get your ass all sad the whole day.”

“I didn’t!” You assured him. “I just watched TV and read some comics.”

“Y/N,” Sean said as you locked the front door - Esteban and Daniel were already in the car, waiting for you. “You don’t need to lie to me, you do know that, right? I’d never judge you.”

“I didn’t lie to you,” you quickly grabbed the key back and tossed it in your jeans pocket. Sean narrowed his eyes.

“Well, my message was received. I hope you listen to it.”

“I did. I will,” you shook your head, confused. “Whatever, Diaz. Let’s go.”

Sean smiled and went to open the car door for you. Your heart skipped a bit and you had to take a deep, silent breath to recover yourself.

Daniel seemed to command the whole show - he chose the table, he demanded to sit beside you and he also had a pick on one of the pizza toppings. Sean heavily sighed most of the time, especially when Daniel basically screamed that he’d be the one to sit by your side. Sean sat across you and you tried to look as what you thought you always did.

You wanted to be and act normal around him after the new discovery of your feelings, but it was hard to do so - you always had the idea that Sean might pick up on the hints, that he would discover somehow and, consequently, step back and not be your friend anymore.

You two agreed on pepperoni topping.

“Aww, pepperoni is awful,” Daniel complained.

“What are you whining about? You chose your own topping, Daniel,” Sean said.

“I know, but I want Y/N to eat my pizza too.”

“I’ll eat whatever’s on the table, Dani,” you told him.

“Just don’t eat the napkins,” Esteban said.

“They’re paper napkins, I think they’re edible enough,” you said.

“Ewww,” the Diaz brothers expressed at the same time, making you and Esteban laugh at them.

Dinner with the Diaz was always a fun thing - you loved to see Daniel picking at Sean and the boy getting angry, but not really angry -, so tonight was no exception. Daniel snorted soda through his nose, making you and Sean laugh like two idiots while Esteban tried to pose as a “father who had control over his children,” even though he was holding his own laugh. It was easy to forget that Sean had changed over your eyes, and as soon as that thought occurred to you, the feelings all came back in a flow.

Esteban dropped you at your house, Daniel waving and screaming bye to you until you stepped inside the living room. Your mom was in the kitchen snacking on something. “Hey,” she said. “Had fun tonight?”

“Yeah,” you said giggling, remembering some of the hilarious things that could happen in a pizza restaurant.

“You seem different, sweetie.”

You stood still.

“Different how?”

“I don’t know, just… different. I guess tonight was fun for you. Oh, I almost forgot.”

But different how?, you thought. Am I looking too tortured or what?

“Your brother called - he’s coming next week.”

Those news enlightened you in a whole new way that you didn’t think was possible. Your brother here meant that you could take your mind off of what’s troubling you, besides the fact that you could always count on your brother for advice - especially the kind you needed.

“That’s awesome!” You shouted and your mom smiled. “Oh, I’ve been waiting for that call. I gotta tell the others! Lyla needs to update her to-do list.”

You ran to your room, opening your laptop and checking if both your best friends were online. They happened to be. You immediately called them.

“Wadduuuup,” Lyla said as soon as all of you were on the call.

“Is it an emergency? I just dropped Y/N at her house,” Sean said and you could hear Daniel’s loud voice in the background.

“I think Daniel had too much soda,” you said.

“Daniel’s excited about something at his friend’s house this weekend - I don’t intend to find out what it is.”

“Well, I happen to have great news,” you said, placing your hand on your chest.

“How great are we talking about?” Lyla asked.

“The kind of great that will require an update to your to-do list,” you answered.

“Oh, that only means one thing,” Sean said.

“Your brother’s coming!” Lyla jumped on her chair. “That’s so awesome!”

If you loved your brother that much, just imagine your friends - he felt like an older brother to all of them as well.

“Okay, I’ll see where I can include mr. Peter and think of new things we can do.”

“Now that Y/N just told us the news, are you two down for some gaming?” Sean suggested.

“Sorry, Seanie, I’m tired of all the cleaning, I don’t think I can function well enough to play through the night.”

“Yeah, me neither,” you said.

“What did you do the whole day to feel tired?” Sean asked, suspicious.

“I just wanna go to bed early, that’s all,” you shrugged off.

“Sometimes it sucks being the only guy in this group.”

“This has nothing to do with you being a boy,” you stated.

“He knows that, he just likes to be a drama queen,” Lyla said. “Well, I’m off. Kisses and hugs,” and Lyla went offline.

“I’m going too,” you said.

“Yeah, I know,” Sean rolled his eyes.

“Just play with Daniel,” you teased him.

“Oh, no way. He’s too on, I don’t wanna increase the situation.”

“Good luck with the goofball. Good night, Sean.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

You finally went to bed, staring at your ceiling, a swirl of thoughts running through your mind. Sean’s phrase at the Park’s kitchen earlier that day came back to you, making your heart go wild. “You don’t need to play with Daniel to get me jealous.”

It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it means anything, it’s nothing, you repeat it like a mantra until you fall asleep, having a dreamless sleep.

A/N: please let me know if you wanna be tagged in the future chapters so you’ll always know when the fic is updated!

#sean diaz #sean diaz x reader #sean diaz fic #life is strange 2 #life is strange 2 fic #lis 2 #lis 2 fic

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artaefact · 3 years

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a christmas mishap.

↳ when he finds himself in a mistletoe accident

➳ 773 words | fluff, slight angst, christmas au | na jaemin x reader | pg-15 | mention of poison and this takes place in a hospital, profanity

author’s note: this is for @czennienet neowinter festival’s prompt “mistletoe” !! please enjoy this lil drabble ♡

“So, you actually ate the mistletoe berry,” you repeat his words in disbelief.

Jaemin nods, leaning against the pillow of the hospital bed. “I was drunk and the berries hanging on the hallway looked good for some reason and, well, you know the rest of the story.”

You place a hand on your forehead, torn between to laugh or get angry. “Honestly, I never know you can become much more of a dumbass when you’re drunk.”

“Ouch.”

“... and you had to give me a heart attack by falling unconscious in my bedroom. Someone would’ve thought I murdered you or something.”

“Well, I’m still alive, at least.” he shrugs, murmuring, “Not that you’d care anyways.”

You narrow your stare at him. “What is that supposed to mean? I did call the ambulance to save your ass.”

“Why though?” He asks. “You could've just let someone else accompany me to the hospital too.”

“It’s common courtesy, sweetie,” you remark, rolling your eyes. “It was my party after all.”

He pouts, eyes downcast.

Silence falls for a moment before you continue, voice softer, “Why were you in my bedroom in the first place? Why didn’t you stumble somewhere more crowded?”

He stays quiet as you sit on the right edge of the bed beside his outstretched legs.

“It could’ve been too late to get you help… What if I didn’t come by until an hour or even a minute later?”

“I… I was looking for you.” He mumbles, playing with his fingers unable to meet your eyes. “You were avoiding me the whole time.”

Gaping, you wreck your mind for an excuse, but no words come out of your mouth.

“So, to catch you, I thought of sneaking into your room. But well, I guess now you hate me more, huh? Not only did I invade your private space without permission, I also ruin your party and now, you’re angry at me—”

“I don’t hate you.”

Snapping his head up, it’s his turn to gape at you.

“Dammit Jaemin, I… I’m not angry because I hate you, I’m angry because you had me really worried for a moment. Your breathings were shallow and I thought—” With a sharp intake of breath, you look away. “—I thought something worse happened to you and—”

He reaches out, enveloping his right hand over yours. “I’m sorry…”

Letting out a sigh, you stand up. “You should get some rest. Your parents should be on the way here and—”

He tugs at your hand. “Don’t go, please.”

You stiffen at his words with his hand still wrapped around your wrist.

“The doctor says I’m still healing,” Jaemin says. “And I need a favour.”

Turning, you finally look at him in the eye — bright and alive — a definite contrast with his state an hour ago.

“Can you hug me, please?”

Your eyes widen at that.

He clears his throat. “Only if you want to! I don’t know what came over me—” he babbles only to be cut off when you tug him close to you gently, avoiding his left hand that connects with the IV.

The room goes silent for a few moments. Burying his face on the crook of your neck, he relishes at the warm feeling blooming inside his chest while your fingers weave through his dark locks.

Pulling away, Jaemin almost tugs you back close to him when you mutter, “I should go.”

Jaemin pouts. “But you have come all the way here with me, why don’t you stay longer, hmm? At least until my parents arrive. You know, keep me company.”

“Umm, I don’t think it’s a good idea for them to see me, considering that you got poisoned in my party...”

“So, you don’t want to keep me company?” He looks downright like a kick puppy. “I thought you care about my wellbeing.”

“Of course I care about you!”

“Aha! So, you finally admit that you care about me.” His pout turns into a big smile instantly. “After all those times you pretended to hate me, leaving me wondering what I did wrong,” Jaemin points out.

“You know what, I think you’re still drunk,” you answer, crossing your arms. “We can talk later—”

“No! We should talk about us now. I want a clear answer of what we are and—”

You truly surprised him today. Jaemin had thought that your hugs are the best in the world since he never expects to find you shutting him up by placing your lips on his. Not that he’s complaining.

If your hugs are the best in the world, then your kiss is out of this world.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Titans (Comics), Nightwing - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Donna Troy & Dick Grayson Characters: Donna Troy, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper (mentioned), Garth (mentioned), Joey Wilson (mentioned) Additional Tags: non-graphic injury, Stitches, Donna and Dick are plutonic soulmates, Dick is emotionally repressed, mention of vomiting, Bruce is a good dad, POV Donna Troy, childhood best friends to adult best friends, Whipped Cream, a little fluff at the end, Teen Titans as Family, technically they're adults though, no beta we die like DONNA SORRY HONEY, Dick Grayson is Bad at Feelings, Donna Troy is slightly better at feelings Summary:

The one where Dick gives Donna stitches as she reflects on how he's changed throughout the years.

“Donna, sweetheart, I love you, now hold still.” Dick carefully positioned her forearm on an examination table. A deep gash left blood steadily trickling down, squeezing out through his iron grasp. He wiped down the area with disinfectant, smiling at her fondly and projecting the perfect image of calm.

Donna marveled for a moment. He was a well-oiled machine, moving with explicit confidence and practiced precision. She could easily believe him to be a paramedic, or even a doctor, if she didn’t know he’d dropped out of college. She remained stony face as he injected the local anesthetic, acutely aware of his eyes flicking from the gash to her face. Despite the painful stinging radiating through her arm, she was proud to say she didn’t flinch.

She was tired of hurting her best friend. She was the one who wasn’t careful enough, hadn’t dodged in time. But none of that ever mattered to Dick, perhaps it wasn’t fair, but if she flinched, he’d feel even worse.

She still remembered the look on his face the first time he gave Roy stitches.

There’d been tears welling in his eyes, his brow furrowed in determination and his skin lacking any color; he’d bit his lip so hard it bled. The instant he was finished, he raced out of the room, faster than she’d ever seen. Garth had followed, only to have the bathroom door slammed in his face; Dick had sobbed and vomited until he was left dry heaving.

And here he stood, expressionless before her. “Can you feel it?” He gently pressed a finger near the wound. <em>Can you?</em> She wondered, trying to read past the blank haze in his eyes. “Donna?” He asked more firmly, voice even and unrevealing.

“Nope.” She popped the p and kept the tone light, watching as suspicion flashed behind his eyes. He knew she wouldn’t complain, even if she could feel her arm. “Dick, I really can’t feel it, I promise.”

Dick’s eyes always reminded her of a hawk. He inspected her face, and finding it clear from deceit, he turned his eyes to the wound, flicking on a bright lamp, and began wordlessly cleaning it.

That first time, Dick hadn’t come out of the bathroom for hours and when he finally opened the door, he announced he was quitting the team. He was back the next day with a medical textbook, refusing to do anything until he finished memorizing it. They had to call Bruce in the middle of their sleepover because he wouldn’t sleep.

He’d been grounded from Robin; they hadn’t seen him for a week. She’d been angry at the time, but now she realized Bruce was probably just trying to give him a break. The day he came back the book was memorized, and he had a little fake pad to practice stitching on. Bruce bought him his own surgical tools and gave him extra lessons. He had a small, jagged scar where he’d let Dick give him his first set of sutures.

Dick was thirteen when he’d frantically given Roy stitches (later she realized he only knew how from watching Alfred), fourteen the first time he’d practice on Bruce, and sixteen by the time he began doing it apathetically. He did a lot of things seemingly apathetic these days, but if she was careful, she could spot the crinkle at the corner of his eyes, or the downward twitch of his lip.

Slowly, Dick’s tweezers found and picked out the last metal shard. He was twenty-two now, and as he was readying their x-ray machine, the equipment was purchased by Victor’s father and not his own. The Titan’s Tower had been destroyed several times over, but by some miracle of engineering, the medical bay’s equipment always survived. He wrapped the wound, and draped lead over her, hesitating briefly before speaking.

“I’ll be back in a second, it won’t take long.” He promised. She nodded; not like she was going anywhere. They’d done this before; Dick always doubled checked. But she couldn’t recall a single time he’d found something more.

One time, he’d skipped the double check, and she’d heard Roy yelling at 3am, having been woken up when Dick’s worry got too intense to wait. But Roy had given in, the x-ray done a few minutes later. Sometimes, it was just easier to give into Dick’s paranoid behavior. One of these days, she liked to joke, they’d just put lead in their sheets or MRI equipment in the walls.

Dick strode back in, evidently pleased with the results, and they began their silent tradition. Well almost silent; he turned on some ambient music, the same kind he listened to when studying. She let her mind wander, and his fingers never wavered as he removed the bandage and began the first stitch.

She closed her eyes, thinking about times when things were simpler. When they went on picnics in the park and played frisbee together, how Dick would braid her hair and paint her nails before dates with Roy, had laughed loud, cried hard, and loved freely. He was the same as before but could flip on a dime and shut away who he used to be. She found herself missing the little boy who cried after giving stitches.

“Done.” She opened her eyes to an apologetic smile. He began wrapping the wound once again. “Lay off it for a while.” It was an order and a request, sometime long ago the distinction had faded away. She rolled her eyes to finish the routine.

Her arm stung, but the weight in her chest was heavier and more distracting than the steady throb of pain. She wasn’t thirteen anymore, and neither was Dick, but she could pretend for the rest of the night that they were young and invincible (despite having physical evidence contradicting her).

So, she grabbed his hand tight and before he realized what was happening, began dragging him across the room.

“Donna, I have work tomorrow.” He protested. Well, that would be easy enough to deal with.

“Call in sick.” She suggested, not slackening her grip, lest Dick escape and fly off somewhere far away.

“I’m out of sick days.” He stumbled along, doing his best to protest without causing harm. “And I have to patrol tonight.” Donna laughed, but not unkindly.

“Let the city watch itself. Take a day without pay. Honey, you’re rich.” She suggested.

“Doooonnnnnaaaaaaaaaa.” He groaned, as they made it into the hall. “I have a life, I can’t just…”

“Drop everything to spend time with me?” She asked sweetly. “Sweetie, you have before. What makes tonight any different.” Dick opened his mouth and closed it. She steered them into the kitchen, finally releasing him. “We’re going to make hot fudge sundaes, and watch Scooby Doo, and fall asleep on the couch talking about boys.” Dick wrinkled his nose.

“You hate Scooby Doo, and only <em>you</em> talk about boys.” She gave him an unimpressed look. She saw the way he used to look at Joey. “Donna, I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s great but I-”

“Need to take time to take care of yourself?” She asked incredulously. “Wow, me too.” She held up her arm. “What a coincidence, less talking, more cartoons.” Dick stared at her. She counted the seconds as she stared back.

He sighed, breaking first. She’d won this battle, though she had no idea where she stood in the war.

“I’m going to lose my job.” He muttered. A bonus in her eyes, it would do him good to sleep more than three hours a night. She rummaged around for ingredients in the fridge.

“Cry me a river.” An empty demand, he never would, not anymore.

“Why are you so mean to me?” He pouted. She grabbed a can of whip cream and pointed it at him threateningly.

“Because you have terrible bedside manners.” He stuck out his tongue and stole the can, dangling it over her face as she laughed and opened her mouth. He accidentally squirted some up her nose, but she didn’t mind.

And as he pulled out the bowls, they fell into familiar conversation; the space gained through the years seeming to slip away as she was reacquainted with the man who gives her stitches.

#my writing #Dick Grayson #Donna Troy #Titans #DC give us more fab five content please #tw: injury #tw: blood #tw: vomiting #it isn't graphic i promise #Nightwing #Wonder Girl #Troia

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omgrachwrites · 4 years

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Tell a Tale of You and Me - Chapter Seventeen

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You knew that making a bet with Sirius Black was like making a deal with the devil but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had never been a heavenly woman.

Warnings: fluff if you squint, angst, Jily being adorable, Lily being the amazing mum friend

Words: 2168

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this part and I am once again apologising for the angst! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all very much! xxx

Chapter Seventeen

Lily looked at you like you had gone mad – and perhaps you had – as she nervously fiddled with the napkin on her lap, her green eyes were ablaze with worry. Your heart pounded in your chest, you had asked Sirius to meet you by The Whomping Willow after breakfast because you had to talk to him about something important. You could hear the blood pounding in your own ears, so loud that drowned out the loud noise of The Great Hall.

All of your friends thought that you had gone mad and to be quite honest, you couldn’t blame them but you had to do this. No matter what the cost, it was something that had to be done. Lily sighed as she put her piece of buttered toast down and she narrowed her eyes at you.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N? What if things go sour, won’t you regret it?”

It had been something that you had been going over repeatedly in your head, you had weighed up all the pros and cons, and you were certain that this was what you wanted, “I’ve thought about it long and hard, Lils. Even if it goes wrong, I won’t regret it. If I don’t do this it will kill me with the not knowing,” you forced a nervous smile as you checked your watch, “I should get going.”

Lily nodded as she gave you a tight hug, “good luck Y/N, and be careful,” you smiled at Lily before you quickly walked into The Entrance Hall, bumping into Regulus in the process.

“Hi, Y/N, where are you running off to so early?” he teased and you smiled up at him guiltily, feeling completely awful.

“Nowhere in particular,” you lied before getting an idea, Regulus was such a nice boy and you hated what you were doing to him. What you were going to do to him. You cupped his cheek and you stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him full on the lips. He hesitated slightly before he wrapped a hand in your hair and he kissed you back. The swipe of his tongue was far gentler than Sirius’ but you preferred Sirius’ fiery hot kisses, and with that thought you pulled away.

Regulus’ eyes were glazed over and his lips were slightly swollen and he licked them nervously, “what was that for?” he chuckled breathlessly, “I’m not complaining but it was just….unexpected.”

You merely smiled at the handsome boy as you kissed his cheek softly. What else could you do? “Goodbye Regulus,” you whispered, smiling at him before walking out onto the grounds.

Sirius was already waiting for you, looking effortlessly gorgeous with his long curly hair blowing in the wind and you longed to run your fingers through it. He was wearing his favourite dragon hide jacket that made him look like the lead singer from some muggle punk band. Sirius grinned cheekily at you as you approached him but you noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes or make them crinkle.

“We need to talk,” you both said it at the same time. Sirius chuckled as he cupped your chin between two long fingers and he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, “ladies first,” he smiled and you almost melted on the spot, as cliché as that sounded.

You took a deep breath, gaining your courage as you wrapped your arms around his neck, toying with the ends of his hair, “these past couple of months have been amazing with you, with you I feel like me. The me that I want to be. But, being with you in secret isn’t enough, I know that it was my idea but it’s not enough anymore. I want to be with you, completely and utterly, let’s run away together, forget about everything and just go. I don’t want to marry your brother, I’ll tell everybody that the wedding is off; all I want to do is be with you. I love you Sirius.”

Sirius’ eyes widened and for a split second you saw the vulnerability in his eyes before they turned uncharacteristically hard as he moved away from you, “no, don’t do that. Don’t call off the wedding, Y/N you should go through with it, just like you always planned to.”

“Why?” you whispered, your heart was suddenly filled with dread, you didn’t like where this was going. You had told him you loved him and he hadn’t said it back.

“Because this is wrong, us being together,” those were the words that sent a bullet straight to your heart and you sucked in a long and shaky breath, “you’re engaged to my brother, my little brother and we’re sneaking around behind his back. Don’t you see? I’m supposed to look out for him, not betray him.”

Tears filled your eyes, you wished that they wouldn’t. You had had the courage to tell him that you loved him. How could he break up with you and throw it back in your face like that?

“What are you saying?” you sniffled, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your robes.

“I’m saying that this needs to come to an end, this thing between us. I mean we only agreed that this would be temporary right?”

You scoffed as you shook your head, you couldn’t believe the absolute drivel that was spewing from his mouth, “yeah until it wasn’t! Don’t forget, it was you who wanted to start all this in the first place!”

Sirius shrugged and he looked exactly like boy he had always been, before you let him into your heart, you couldn’t believe that you actually thought there was a different side to him, he’d always be the same. You had been such an idiot, “It’s not fair on Regulus, I don’t want a relationship that’s built on lies,” like a coward he refused to look you in the eye.

“Well, what about me?” the tears were falling freely now but you didn’t care. You just didn’t understand why he was saying this to you. Did he want you to hate him?

“You’re a girl Y/N, there are plenty of those at Hogwarts and I’ve been neglecting them, you belong with my brother, he actually really cares about you. Why don’t you run on back to him?”

Fury replaced your sadness like a fire, where did he get the nerve to speak to you like that? Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and slapped him across the face. What was worse was the fact that you didn’t even feel bad. Sirius looked at you completely shocked as he rubbed his cheek. You were so angry that you didn’t even see the hurt in his eyes, “fuck you Sirius, you’re always going to be alone and I feel sorry for you,” he winced at your words but you didn’t care.

You flounced away in a flurry of tears, stomping through the grass as salty tears ran over your cheeks and lips. You ran to the common room and up to the dormitories so fast that you were sure that it must have been a world record. You cocooned yourself beneath the duvet and didn’t move until Lily came into the room and cautiously stroked your hair just like a mother would as she sat on the edge of your bed.

“What happened sweetie?” she asked and you sniffled the skin beneath your eyes were sore from crying but it seemed like you had cried out all your tears.

“I don’t want to talk about it, is that okay?” you mumbled, peeking up at her from beneath the duvet.

She nodded understandingly as she kissed your forehead, smoothing your hair back, “of course that’s okay angel, try and get some sleep. I’m sure that this whole situation will look much better after a good sleep. I’ll be right here until you fall asleep.”

You nodded, you hated feeling this way but you supposed that you ought to feel this way after Sirius had been a complete arsehole. You were so grateful that you had an amazing friend like Lily and true to her word; she stayed with you until you fell asleep.

Lily sighed as she walked down the steps and sat next to James on the couch, resting her head against one of his broad shoulders, she was so worried about you.

“How is she?” James asked as he closed the book he was reading.

Lily bit her bottom lip as she drew circles into her boyfriend’s chest, “she looks absolutely heartbroken James and she won’t tell me what’s wrong. For the first time, where Y/N is concerned, I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh Lily-flower,” James sighed as he pulled her into his chest tighter, kissing the top of her head, “I’m sure that everything will work itself out in the end. But I don’t think it’s our place to interfere even if they are our best friends. Though, Sirius did look very upset when I saw him before.”

“What are we going to do James?” Lily sighed as tears filled her eyes, it seemed hopeless.

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It had been about three weeks since Sirius had called things off with Y/N and it was killing him more every day. Y/N had told him that she loved him and all he wanted to do was grab the beautiful girl and kiss her, and tell her that he loved her too. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t hurt his little brother, not when he knew that Regulus loved her too.

Y/N had recently been walking down the corridor hand in hand with Regulus and there was an easy beautiful smile on her face. They were official now, they were officially going out. Sirius was hiding his true feelings by doing what he did best, and that was sleeping with random girls. Remus had tried to talk him out of it but it didn’t work, somehow the random girls made Sirius feel better, he just pretended that they were Y/N.

He currently had a Ravenclaw girl named Maya backed into the stone wall, he was shamelessly flirting with her and she seemed to be really into it, “Sirius Orion Black! We need to talk!” an angry voice filled the corridor and when Sirius turned around he discovered that it was Lily and he’d never seen her so angry. Maya giggled nervously and kissed his cheek before sauntering off down the hallway.

Lily stomped towards him and he almost cowered away, “we need to talk about Y/N and what went down between the two of you,” her cheeks were red and she placed her hands on her hips.

Sirius sighed as he dragged a hand through his mane of tangled hair, he didn’t want to talk about Y/N. It hurt too much, “I don’t want to talk about it,” Sirius mumbled and Lily tossed her head angrily.

“I don’t care Sirius! Y/N is my best friend and no matter how much I hate to admit it, you’re my friend too and you’ve both been miserable for weeks. Now are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to jinx it out of you?”

Sirius chuckled a little at Lily’s fire and he suddenly felt his eyes go misty, Lily’s face softened ever so slightly, “she told me that she loved me and she told me that she wanted to be with me and I broke up with her,” he sniffed, rubbing the heel of his hand against his eyes.

A muscle fluttered in Lily’s jaw and her nostrils flared, “why? Why would you do that? That is so selfish Sirius! You’ve successfully ruined both of your lives!”

“Merlin, Lily! I know, I wasn’t planning on ending it but then I found out that Regulus is in love with her and he’s my baby brother. I can’t hurt him; I’m always supposed to look out for him. I love Y/N, I love her so much that it’s hard to breath and every time I see her, it’s like I’m looking at my future, but that’s not right. She’s Regulus’ future and he deserves her.”

“Oh Sirius,” she sighed and placed a gentle hand on his arm, it was such a nice change of pace, normally they were at each other’s throats.

“Things are how they should be,” Sirius shrugged as he felt tears prick at his eyes, “the prodigal son gets the beautiful and amazing woman. While the family disappointment is destined to be alone, slaking his lust on random women. I just didn’t expect it to hurt so much.”

Lily’s eyes filled with tears and she sniffled before lunging forward and pulling Sirius into a hug. Sirius let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in as he wrapped his arms around Lily and hugged her back. He let himself be hugged; he didn’t know how much he needed it. With his friend’s support he knew that he would somehow get through this.

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smolsmolsmol · 3 years

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Jin - When he suddenly become a child

Paring: Jin x reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Type: One Shot (#001-Magic Shop Series)

Plot: You take care your boyfriend who ate some weird candy from Taehyung and it turned him into a child.

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“Wake up, Jin!” You shouted once you entered his house.

“Where are you jinnie?” He FaceTimed you last night and said he had no practice today so you two planned to have a date today.

“Where are youuuuuuu. Kim Seok Jinnnnn?” You shouted again.

“Here” a cute little voice replied.

“Huh? What was that?” You looked around, tried to find where the voice came from but you saw no one.

“Jinnie?” You asked again.

“Here!!” the same cute voice shouted.

“Where? The bedroom?” You walked into his bedroom, again you saw no one.

“Is this a prank or what? Come out, it is not that funny.” You said.

After a few seconds, the bathroom door opened and revealed a little kid who wore an adult pajama, which now looked like a dress to him because he is too smol.

“Yah! Who are you? Why are you here? How can you get in?” You kneeled down and looked at the child carefully.

“Oh my god! Now that I look at you, you look awfully like Jin when he is a child. You like a mini Jin. Are you Jin child? Oh my god! Did he cheat on me and knocked someone up?” You gasped.

The child rolled his eyes and said. “I am Kim Seok Jin.”

“Excuse me, what was that? I am afraid I didn’t hear you right.” You refused to believe what you heard.

“I AM KIM SEOK JIN, THE WORLDWIDE HANDSOME, THE OLDEST OF BTS.”

The child no longer controlled his temper and shouted on your face, though it did not sound really angry because his voice were way too cute.

“Wah hahahaha, very funny kid. How can the oldest of BTS be a…what…five or maybe six years old child?” You laughed. “Come on, tell me who you are and how you get in then I will help you to find your parents.”

“Is me y/n. I am the real Kim Seok Jin.” Jin sighed.

“Ok ok, proof it then little kid.” You replied.

“Ok but if I can proof it, you can’t call me little kid or treat me like one anymore.” Jin determined to prove that he is the real one.

“Deal. Little kid.” You smiled. Jin rolled his eyes again and started.

“I am Kim Seok Jin, born on December 4, 1992 in Gwacheon. Debuted in June 13, 2013 with six brothers, Namjoon as the leader, Yoongi as the rapper,”

“Wait!” You interrupted him, “I know and almost half of the world knows it too, it can’t prove that you are my Jinnie!”

Jin blushed when you called him ‘My Jinnie’, even though you two dated three years, he still blushed every time you mentioned he is yours.

“You got a point there. How about I say something that only we know?” Jin asked.

“Yes, little kid.” You patted his head and replied.

“We dated three years ago, I asked you to be my girlfriend on 18 August, the day I hurt my ankle. Honestly, I planned to ask you next week in a more romantic way but the way you take care of me makes it hard for me to wait one more week.” He smiled when he walked down the memory lane.

“In our first year, you told me you will knit a scarf for me but now we are in our third years, I am still waiting for the scarf.” You chuckled, you did knitted one for him but it knitted badly so you never gave him.

“You once burnt the frying pan but the food is still raw, just like how Namjoon did before.” He laughed.

“Yah! It was an accident! I…I don’t know how I can do that but I swear my cooking skill is not that bad.” You lied, your cooking skills sucks. All you can cook is egg, boiled egg, egg roll etc. But who cares, you have Jin, the chef of the BTS.

“You are more horny after your period, and you always complain you have to buy one larger size clothes because your bra size is 3…”

“Ok ok, that’s enough! Don’t talk sexual things to me when you look like a kid.” You interrupted him before he could talk more.

“Now, do you believe me?” Jin looked at you with his big round eyes.

“Yes, I believe you Jinnie. But what did you do to become like this?” You nodded and asked.

“I don’t know, last night I felt a little bit unwell after we FaceTime so I went to sleep, but when I woke up... I became like this, a six years old me.” He shook his head and pouted.

“Did you eat something weird?” You asked.

“I don’t recall. I had dinner with all the boys. We drank a little, had some ice cream and Tae gave all of us. Oh!” He yelled.

“What?” You asked anxiously.

“He gave all of us a different color candy, said he bought it from the new store near the dorm. We all ate it, could it be the reason that I became like this?” He exclaimed.

“Maybe, should we call and ask them?” You asked while helping him to sit on the couch.

“No!” he yelled.

”What if I am the only one who become like this? They will definitely make fun of me, especially Kookie.” He pouted.

“Well, should we just wait for tomorrow to see how it’s go?” You asked and patted his head again.

“But what if I miss the golden time back to normal?” Jin worried.

“Then should we just asked tae about the address, we go there directly and asked the seller?” You softly asked while still patting his head.

“Yes! Lets ask tae tae!” Jin happily smiled.

“Ok, wait here.” You asked him to sit still and brought the breakfast to him.

“Jinnie, eat some breakfast while I call tae. ok?” You talked softly like how normal people talk to a child.

“No. I don’t want this, I want some ice cream.” He pouted.

“Jinnie, you can’t eat ice cream as breakfast.” You said.

“Yes, I can.” He looked at you and crossed his arms.

“No, you can’t.” You told him like a mother told his child.

“Yes, I can!” He raised his cute voice.

“No, you can’t. You need a proper breakfast and ice cream is not one of it. You never like this before.” You patiently said.

“I am a kid! A kid eats ice cream for breakfast!” He threw a tantrum when you rejected him.

“Oh my god, Jin. Now you act like a child, a real child. I have to call tae right now.” You ran to get your phone and dial Taehyung number.

“Noona? Good morning.” Taehyung's sleepy voice echoed throughout the whole room.

“Tae, did you give some weird candy to Jin last night?” You asked without greeting him.

“Huh? Yes, I brought all of the members some candy from the new open store near our dorm.” He replied while struggling not to fall back into sleep.

“Where is the store?” You asked once again.

“I’m not sure. You know I am not good at remembering the place.” Tae sheepish smiled.

“Well, meet us at the dorm three hours later , we need your help.” You ended the call.

“Ok, so now we asked tae to help. Can you please eat your breakfast, otherwise I won’t bring you there.” You turned around and told Jin.

“Well, I can go there by myself.” Jin mumbled.

“Oh really! I wonder how many hours it takes to get there with your tiny little feet?” You smiled.

“I have a driver license in case you forgot.” He yelled.

“A six years old boy to drive a car? I don’t think your legs are long enough to step on the brake, your arms are not long enough to reach the wheel. Little kid.” You held your laughter, tried not to ignite his anger.

“You are meanie, y/n” he muffled his cry.

“Come on, Jinnie. We can have ice cream tonight. Please eat your breakfast then we go to the store to solve your problem. Can you do this for me, sweetie?” You kneeled down and smoothed his hair.

“Ok, just because I really want to get back to normal.” Jin finally ate his breakfast after some childish argument.

“It’s gonna be a long day.” You sighed, went to his room and pack some essential things for Jin to go out.

After some moment, Jin ran into the bedroom. “I finished! Hehe.”

“You are a good kid.” You replied but gasped when you looked at Jin. Some food stains were visible on his face and clothes.

“Why? Jin! Why?” You exclaimed.

“I am a kid, what do you expect?” Jin put his tough out.

“God, I don’t even know you were that kind of kid. Come, you need to bath before going out. I will prepare the bath for you.” You stopped packing and went inside the bathroom.

“Can I have a yellow duck?” He whispered.

“You don’t have any duck.” He was upset when he did not have a toy bath with him.

“But you can have RJ, let me see which one can put in the tub while you go inside the bath and start bathing, is it ok with you?” You asked.

“Yes.” “Do you need any help?” You asked again.

“No, I can bath myself. Find me a toy is enough.” You left to look for any RJ toy that can be put into the water.

After 15 minutes, Jin came out from the bathroom.

“Come on, let me dress you up.” You asked him to come forward.

“I don’t want to wear this one, it's too big!” He complained and refused to wear the clothes you prepared for him.

“Jinnie, we don’t have any clothes that are suitable for your current size, this one fit you the most. Please just dress it so that we can go straight to your dorm and ask tae for help.” You tried to reason him.

After some struggle, he finally properly dressed, just when you two were ready to leave the house.

“Wait!” He shouted. You turned around to see what’s the matter.

“I don’t have any shoes.” He looked at his tiny little feet.

You kneeled down and sketched your arms wide. “Come, let me carry you.”

“I hate this, I hate this. I will kill Kim Taehyung once I get back to normal.” He mumbled when he walked into your arms.

“I am a well grown up man. But now I eat messily, need a duck when I bath and need to be carried all the time.” He kept mumbling and you placed his head to your shoulder.

“y/n, you smell so nice and you are so soft too. This will be the only thing that I enjoy in a situation like this.” He still mumbled.

You couldn't help but to think how life would be if you two stay forever, will you two get married and have kids, will you two be a good parent to them, when will both of you be ready.

“What are you thinking?” He asked. “Nothing.” You whispered.

He looked at you and pinched your cheek.“Stop daydreaming, you have a kid to take care of.”

“Yah, it hurts!” You smacked his little hands and he laughed.

“Jin.’’ “Is Jinnie.” “Fine, jinnie.” “Yes?” “You don’t laugh like a windshield wiper when you are a kid.”

“y/n! You are a meanie!.” He shouted to your ears and you smiled.

After a few minutes' drive, you two finally reached his drom. Once you opened the door, you saw all six members were chilling on the couch.

“Damn, Taehyung. I only asked you to come.” You said.

“Well, nice to meet you too y/n. I am so sorry that we aren't allowed to chill in our own home.” Yoongi teased you.

“Yoongi, you know I don’t mean that.” You panicked.

“I am kidding, who is that kid btw?” He smiled and asked.

“Huh?” You are confused.

“The kid you are carrying y/n noona.” Jimin said and pointed your shoulder.

You suddenly dumbfounded, you did not think of how to introduce this kid is Jin.

“Kim Seok Jin.” Jin replied and signaled you put him down.

“Kim Seok Jin? The same name of our Jin hyung?” “You are so cute buddy, how old are you?” “You look a lot like Jin, are you noona and Jin hyung kid.” “Do you want some mint chocolate ice cream?” “Or do you want some banana milk?”

All the members threw random questions to Jin at the same time.

“Shut up.” Jin shouted.

All the members stopped talking and looked at the kid.

“I am the real Kim Seok Jin, World Wide Handsome Kim Seok Jin, BTS’s Kim Seok Jin!” They all looked at you and you nodded.

“Noona, this is not funny, How can he be Jin hyung?” Namjoon asked you.

“Hey buddy, I understand you adore our Jin hyung, but he is not here right now. Would you like to come and sit on the couch while waiting for him?” Hoseok kneeled down and asked.

Jin rolled his eyes and smacked Hoseok's head with his little fist.

“I am the real one, After I ate alien tae candy last night, I became like this.” He sighed.

“Oh my my my, it actually works? I thought she was only joking.” Tae whispered.

“Tae, do you know where the store is located? We need to ask the seller to fix it.” You asked.

“Um...I don’t.” Tae softly replied.

“What do you mean you don’t know.” Jin lost his patience and yelled at him.

“I lied, I brought it online.” Tae replied with guilt.

“Kim Tae Hyung, how many times did I tell you not to buy something that is weird or no certification from the internet? Look what you did this time.” Jimin yelled at his best friend.

“Sorry guys. But I have the seller's contact, let me ask her how to fix it.”

@Vantae: Hello!

@MagicShop: Hi! My beloved friend, how can I help you?

@Vantae: Do you remember I brought seven candies from you last week?

@MagicShop: Yes!

@Vantae: One of my friends turned into six years old. Any way to fix it?

@MagicShop: Oh, so your friend ate the “Back to Youth”, the pink one. It is normal that people turn into a kid.

@Vantae: Is there anyway he can get back to normal?

@MagicShop: Just a moment, let me see.

@MagicShop: You brought one day effect, which means it only lasted 24 hours.

@Vantae: Thank god! He will kill me if he knows he can’t switch back.

@MagicShop: If he likes, he can buy the lifetime effect one.

@Vantae: I don’t even dare to mention it to him. Anyway, are you still up for tonight?

@MagicShop: It has become my regular routine now, taetae.

@Vantae: Good, then see you.

@MagicShop: See you!

Taehyung smiled and put his phone back in his pocket.

“Guys, the effect lasted 24 hours. Jin hyung, you will be fine soon.” Tae said.

“Aw, Jin hyung will soon be back to his old and grumpy self.” Jungkook said.

“I am not old and grumpy!” Jin yelled and kicked Jungkook's legs with his tiny little feet.

“Can’t Jin hyung just stay like this?He is too adorable and I don’t have to be the not so tall member.” Jimin smiled.

“Do you really feel good by comparing your height to a kid.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and said.

“Thank you taetae, now things are settled. Do you want to stay here or do you wanna go home?” You asked him.

“I want to go home. They all look and treat me as a child, I don’t wanna stay here! And jungkook, please stop filming me!” He whispered.

“Sorry hyung, but you are just too cute not to take photos of.” Jungkook laughed and filmed little Jin in different angles.

“Namjoon, can we borrow some of your clothes? It is uncomfortable for him to walk around with adult clothes. I will buy you a new one after everything settled.” You asked Namjoon for some kid clothing cause you knew he sometimes collects kid clothing.

“Sure! I packed you a set and no need to return and buy me one.” Namjoon smiled.

“Please, give me two sets, in case he eats messily again.” You asked.

“No problems!” Namjoon's heart warmed by your request. He knew you always took good care of Jin but he never knew you are so detail minded.

“I am sorry, Jin hyung” Taehyung felt guilty for making his hyung like that.

“It's fine, I’m not mad at you. Just make sure you don’t do that again.” Jin said and Taehyung smiled happily after knowing his favourite hyung forgave him.

“Did any of you feel weird after you ate the candy? I felt nothing.” Hoseok asked.

“I feel nothing too!” Yoongi replies.

“So I am the unlucky one?” Jin cried in your arms and you tried to calm him down.

“Shh, is ok. Tae said it only lasts 24 hours, you just need to bear it for a couple more hours then you will get back to World Wide Handsome again.” You patted his back tried to calm him down.

“Am I not handsome right now?” Jin asked while still crying in your arms.

“You are a world wide cutie right now.” You smiled and patted his head.

“Jesus, I never saw Jin hyung like this.” Jungkook whsipered.

“Noona, here you go!” Namjoon backed with a bag of clothes.

“Thank you, Namjoon! Guys, we will be going now. I will contact you guys if anything happens.” You thanked Namjoon again.

“Do you want me to carry you or do you want to walk by yourself?” You asked Jin who tying the shoe that namjoon gave him.

“I can walk.” Jin replied.

“Cool, Hold my hand tight then.” He wrapped all his fingers around your three fingers.

“You ready?” You asked and he nodded.

“Ok, let’s be a good boy and greet others goodbye before we go.” “Bye guys! Don’t have too much fun without me!” “Goodbye everyone.” You also greeted them.

All the members answered back. “Bye noona, bye hyung.” “Drive safe and take care of Jin hyung please.” “Call us if you need help!” “Goodbye mini Jin!”

“Damn, I want to have a kid too.” One of the members said.

“You can have one with your girlfriend if you both are ready.” Someone replied.

“Yeah, but I am too old for that.” All members turned to him.

“Oh my god! You are definitely too old for this, you look like a grandpa now. Tae, what kind of candy you gave him last night?” They gasped.

Finally you two back to his home after few minutes' drive. “So what do you want to do now?” You asked Jin.

“Spider-Man Movie!!” He exclaimed.

“Ok, please prepare the movie and I go prepare the ice cream.” You said.

“Give me the strawberry flavour !” He shouted while running to the living room, you chucked.

Jin fell asleep halfway through the movie, you carefully picked him up, put him into bed and cleaned his face with a wet towel.

After everything settled, you went back to the living room and cleaned the mess. You ordered dinner for you two, after a few more hours, the food was delivered so you woke Jin up.

“Jinnie, wake up. The food is here.” No response.

“Jinnie.” You called him again but still got no response.

“Should I kiss all over your face to wake you up? Sleeping beauty?” You swore you see his mouth slightly curled up.

“Maybe not kisses but tickling.” You said and tickled his neck and belly.

“Stop! y/n! Haha…I am wide awake now...hahaha...stop!” He laughed and tossed around.

“Good, come out when you are ready, sleepy head! Don’t take too long, the food will turn cold.”

After the diner, after the bath, you can finally take some rest. Two of you laid on the bed and you tried to get some sleep.

“Stop poking me Jin, go to sleep.” You mumbled.

“I am scared.” He whispered. “Of what?” You asked.

“What if I can get back to normal?” He mumbled.

“Don’t worry, it won’t happen. Even if it happens, I will walk through heaven and hell to find someone to fix you. I will use all your money to hire the best people to develop the medicine that can fix you. I will join any religion or even cult group as long as they can fix you.” You replied and you mean every word.

“Stop all the nonsense, y/n. Let’s just sleep.” Jin never thought you can sacrifice yourself for him.

“Btw why use my money!” He said and hugged you.

“Well, you are richer than me.” You hugged him back and he placed his head on your neck. Two of you finally fell asleep.

Ring...ring...ring…

“Morning.” Jin tiredly said.

“Is me, Tae! Did you switch back to your normal self?” Taehyung called.

“Huh?” Jin wide awoke, he rushed to the bathroom.

“Oh my god! I am Kim Seok Jin again!!” Jin laughed and jumped around.

“You are Kim Seok Jin even when you are six years old, hyung. Anyway, congratulations hyung!” Taehyung chuckled.

“Thank you, tae! No, why do I need to say thank you to you, you are the one who put me through all of this. Bye!” Jin ended the call.

~Knock Knock~

You knocked the bathroom door, “Welcome back, Mr. Kim.” You smiled happily.

“Hello to you too, Miss y/l/n” Jin pulled you into his arms and kissed you like no tomorrow.

“I missed you.” He said and pecked your lips again.

“I miss you too.” You pecked his lips too.

Both of you smiled and stared at each other and no one said anything because you two always understood each even no one said anything.

“My girl, my love. I swear someday you will be Mrs Kim.”

“My boy, my love. I swear someday I will give you mini me or mini Jin.”

After some hugged and kissed, you two went back to sleep. Jin back hugged you and kissed your hair.

“I owed you a date.” Jin pouted.

“Is fine. Thanks to you, I have an unforgettable day.” You smiled.

“So who do you like the most? Me or mini Jin?” He asked, you turned around and faced him.

“To be honest, I like mini Jin more, his voice is cute as well as his tiny hand and feet. Oh! the way he leans on my shoulder is awfully cute too.” His face blanked after hearing you say you like his little version more.

“But I love this Jin more.” You poked his nose and giggled.

“And I love you too.” He smiled and kissed you.

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together [F. W.] || pt.1

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

together MASTERLIST || PART 2

Summary: Professor McGonagall has had enough of yours and Weasley’s pranks. She has an idea of how to stop it, but will it be enough?

A/N: So... I thought a lot about this, should I do, should I not... I decided to go with it. It’ll probably be big because Goblet of Fire is big and this fanfic is supposed to happen at that book. Yeah... hope you all like it! Leave your comments about it please!

It’ll have a second part, and probably a third, so if you wanna be tagged, just ask!

Words: 7.866

"There's a bet goin' round..." the girl sitting next to y/N started.

"So I've heard..." you replied, faking indifference.

The Hogwarts Express was packed with students, all waiting to arrive at Hogwarts soon. y/N and Reyna, best friends since year 1, were sitting together at a compartment. There had been two other girls with them, but they had left for buying snacks. y/N doubted that was true since Reyna had just left herself to fetch snacks and was already back with chocolate frogs. Reyna was having the time of her life with the sweeties, but y/N wasn't interested. She was planning something bigger, something that was supposed to happen once she arrived at school, and because of all the required preparation, she wasn't very focused on the chocolate.

That didn't mean she didn't know about the gossip that was spreading inside the train.

"Well, it's a bet on who is going to be the biggest prankster of the year" started saying Reyna, pausing just to get another bite.

"Is it so?" you had now stopped writing on your notebook and glanced at your friend.

"You are one of the options and I've put my money on you, so I just hope you're not planning on being an angel this year," she said, finally. Her bright blue eyes showed she was scared of your reaction. And she was. Aside from school, you two didn't talk much. She would eventually spill some gossip, and you would make some jokes, but that was as far as your friendship had reached.

"Which are the other available options?" you asked, still playing dumb.

"Hm... someone put Draco on the list, but he's just a mean boy, not a prankster," she said, focused on the food in front of her. She ate so much, you always wondered how she managed her weight since yourself lately was having a problem with it. "Of course, Fred and George are on the list as well—"

You needed to hear no more. You were not intending on playing the saint this year, you spend your whole summer making plans to prank everyone at Hogwarts, but you thought that, maybe, without the Weasley Twins as rivals, you wouldn't need to be doing much. Knowing now that they were on the list for the title of prankster of the year, you knew you wouldn't have it easy.

"Glad you put your money on me, Reyna. I will be going after that title, do not worry" you assured her. She smiled and breathed hard, relieved.

"Three galleons, y/N. Please don't make me lose." You laughed at her insinuation. Losing for the Weasleys was not on your plans. God, could you imagine the look on their faces if they were nominated the biggest prankster of Hogwarts? HA! Not a chance, not this year.

"I'm starting next week, if my calculations are correct, it would be the best time. If you want some advice, stay away from the bathroom closer to the Library" you thought that maybe it would be a step forward in the friendship if you gave her a chance to scape your prank.

"I shall stay away from there, then" she giggled, eating another chocolate frog.

The other two girls that were sitting in the same compartment with you did not reappear and that caused curiosity; Reyna said they were probably snogging someone — "I hear Lee Jordan has an eye out for the blondie" — but you theorized they might just be scared of you since they were one year younger than you and Hufflepuffs.

"Malfoy does us no right. Filth boy, we Slytherins used to have a better reputation" you complained.

"I don't think it's Malfoy's only fault. You heard what happened at the Quidditch World Cup, right? This year will be worse than ever for us..." said Reyna, with a concerned look.

Without her house uniform, one would never point her as a Slytherin, at least not by her looks. Her sparkly blue eyes combined with her light brown hair and her plump prink cheeks would be a direct ticket to Hufflepuff at least, but no. Aside from the looks, Reyna was very ambitious and clever. A true leader if you knew what that could look like.

"I just hate that we have such disrespectful fame around muggle-borns or muggles themselves. It's not all of us, you know" she continued, biting her lip. "Speaking of which, I've decided to be friends with the first years, especially the muggle-borns, to you know, change their views. Would you like to be a part of it?"

You considered. "If I have the time, yeah, I guess. Tell me when and what is needed, I'll try to provide a hand. Smart idea, by the way."

"Thanks, y/N."

Although Reyna was smiling at you for the compliment, it was not her that thanked you. You turned around to face who was the owner of the voice.

Fred and George Weasley stood supported on the parapet of the compartment door. One of them had a bright smile on, which you considered it had to be Fred, 'cause George was generally a little bit shyer.

"What you want?" you asked, sharp, not in the mood for their sassiness.

"To see you, gorgeous flower, isn't it obvious?" Fred widened his smile while George held in a laugh.

Reyna was laughing already, unable to remain serious.

"Well, you've got your stare. Mind going back to where you came now?" you replied, pressing your lips against each other, hoping to look impatient.

It wasn't their presence that disturbed you — even though, it did, a bit —, it was the fact that you had open in your hands the notebook with all of your plans for the year, every single prank you spend nights preparing, that only needed some small adjustments due to changes the school might have gone through, like schedules or something.

"Georgie, doesn't she look worried?" Fred asked his twin, completely ignoring your request.

George smiled. "She does, Freddie."

You rolled your eyes at their act, while your friend laughs only became louder and louder.

"She's sad because she won't be the biggest prankster this year" Fred pointed out, with a casual tone, like he was telling something everybody should know.

You felt your body boil with anger.

"We'll see, Weasleys" you replied, looking down at your notebook and closing it. Fred seemed to have noticed your movement. "This is my year," you said, smiling with your arms crossed.

"I don't quite think so, y/N," George said, crossing his arms as well.

"This is my— our year," said Fred, correcting himself along the way, including his brother to the prize.

Reyna had stopped laughing, maybe worried about losing the money she had bet.

"See you around, y/N" Fred finally said, leaving the entrance of the compartment followed by his brother. One second late, the Hufflepuffs that were once sitting with you, came back, with giggles and swollen lips.

They sat in front of you and Reyna, exchanging looks, but didn't seem frightened of you anymore. Reyna looked at you too, like she wanted you to notice their lips. You rolled your eyes. Naive girls. Kissing, really? There's so much more to do than dating, like pranks for example. That's hella more important.

***

"A bit wet, aren't you, y/N?"

The question came from Draco Malfoy, who sat in front of you. You resisted rolling your eyes. Malfoy wasn't worth it. And, yes, you were soaking wet. Soon as you arrived at Hogwarts, Peeves, the school's poltergeist was throwing water bombs at the students. Unluckily, you were one of the ones that got hit. Straight at your hair, it was leaving a wet path every place you walked.

Crabbe and Goyle didn't take much longer to find Draco and sit next to him, one at each side. They seemed desperate for the dinner, looking at each end of the table nervously, trying to see if there was anything already available to eat.

Reyna, sitting right next to you didn't seem so different from the boys. She wasn't looking pleased with Malfoy next to us, because she was planning on having the new kids sitting with us. There was, however, still room available for newcomers at her right, so she cooled off when the new students started sitting.

"Hi! My name's Reyna. Any trouble you guys find yourselves in, you can talk to me" she said, smiling in a scary way that made the kids lean away.

"Or me!" you added, trying to look relaxed instead of the fake smile. "I'm y/N, by the way. Sixth year." You pointed out in case the kids couldn't find you just by name.

"Don't recall you girls being Prefects..." said a loud voice, coming from behind you. "Find me when in trouble, kids."

Slytherin's prefect completely ignored Reyna's and your angry looks and walked on to sit at the end of the table, next to the last girl that was welcomed in just some minutes ago.

When the dinner finally was served, Reyna seemed to have forgotten about the new students, because she had eyes only for the food. Not that you were any different — Hogwarts' house-elves always did a marvellous job at the kitchen.

After eating so much you and Reyna could have exploded, Dumbledore started to talk about this new year ahead of you all, and how something was going to be different. He got interrupted, tho, by a man that had just walked in. You recognized the mate at that instant: it was no other than Moody, old friends with your family. He was kind of an older friend to you. It seemed weird tho when he didn't shake a hand at your direction once he faced the crowd of students, but you thought he just hadn't spotted you.

Dumbledore continued. "We are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, and the event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

If you were drinking something, you could have spit all over Malfoy.

"You're JOKING!" you screamed, realizing seconds later that Fred Weasley, from across the Great Hall had screamed the same.

Draco laughed at your reaction, whereas Dumbledore continued his speech. "I am not joking, Miss y/L/N and Mr Weasley," he said, "though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent joke...." he kept on going about it. However, you weren't listening anymore— you knew all you needed about the Triwizard Tournament, you had read all about it while growing up, and had reread at your first time at Hogwarts, in hopes you could participate. And now, the chance stood there, right in front of you.

"Well, that explains why no Quidditch this year", said Draco, with a bit of disappointment. Was he thinking about participating? Could he make his father force Dumbledore to select him? Merlin, you hoped not.

Being a part of the Tournament was way more important than playing pranks against the school. Besides, that was one in a lifetime opportunity.

Everything was perfect, so you couldn't be more than excited for October to come as soon as it could until Dumbledore explained one more rule: the Tournament would only accept students seventeen or older.

You let out an undecipherable scream, and it wasn't just you.

How could Dumbledore stop you from putting your name? Just because of what? A couple of months? Oh, you were definitely gonna plot to get in the competition.

When you and the rest of the students were allowed to go to your dormitories, you kept on looking around, trying to find the other two people that you were sure were gonna try to get in as well.

Fred and George were smirking at each other, the pure expression of troublemaking. The same you had on your face.

***

The morning after Dumbledore announced Hogwarts would be participating at the Triwizard Tournament was loud. very loud. Everywhere y/N went, every class you attended, some students were talking about it like they had just heard about it.

They all seemed very excited, especially the students from the 7th year. y/N just wished she had someone to talk about it in the way she wanted. You could have talked about it with Reyna, but she wasn't as excited as you. She thought the Tournament was dangerous.

"I've been reading some stuff about it — Cho Chang allowed me to read from her book — and it said that the Tournament has truly killed a lot of students" she complained, sitting next to you at potions.

The Weasleys Twins were at that class too, and they seemed very much like you: pretending to pay attention to Snape, but writing ideas for getting in the Tournament instead.

There was just one difference though. "Mr Weasley, could you please tell me when did I say a thing about" Snape read from the piece of paper he confiscated from the boys' table " 'casting a spell at our tournament registration'?"

You knew how to cover-up.

"Griffindor just lost 20 points thanks to you," Snape said, with his monotone. You tried not to laugh.

"20 points?!" Fred shouted, not believing it.

"Ten for each of you" the Professor explained. "And I can take more if you two don't start paying attention."

It had been a week after that comedic Potion class, but the school was still the same — everybody anxious about the newcomers and the competition.

When you arrived at the Great Hall, probably the whole house was already there, mouths crowded with food. You sat far from the others, at your house table, but Reyna wasn't at there yet, so you ended up alone.

You were a bit worried about your friend, Reyna was generally never late for meals, she felt hungrier than a lion most of the time, but there was nothing you could do about her missing. You knew she was friends with the kitchen house-elves, so if she lost track of time and if she was yet hungry, she'd steal something straight from the source.

The plan you had for attacking the girls' restroom near the Library was perfect, every calculation of time redone so it would be right. The potion was ready, hidden inside your black robe.

You looked at your wristwatch, confirming the time. Breathing hard, you were feeling your heartbeats increase. It was now or never. You got up from the Slytherin table, not giving anybody a last look. You had the next period free since you had dropped Divination this year.

Behind you, however, two red-heads were following, tiptoes, with a similar — if not the same — potion you hid in your robes in their hands. They saw your approach to the same direction they were planning on going, so they decided to slow down, making their presence unknown for you.

It was when you were close to the restrooms' doors that you heard an excited voice exclaim behind you: "So you decided to copy us."

Slowly taking your hand out of your robe without getting the potion out, you turned back, facing the twins. You had a surprise face on, although a bit relieved that they were not a teacher.

"I reckon I'm some steps ahead of you" you replied, smartly.

"Just because we let you" George smiled, crossing his arms in front of his chest, while his brother held up the flask with the magical potion. You looked at it, recognizing it at first sight.

"Besides, we can easily catch up to you — we have bigger legs" Fred added, raising an eyebrow, slowly positioning himself to run.

You copied the older twin.

"Let's see who drops it first" you challenged, taking your potion out of your robe and running towards the girls' toilets, opening it with one single hand, not looking back once to see what the twins were doing.

It wasn't crowd, only three girls stood by the sinks — by the looks of it, three Gryffindors. You ran to one of the toilets, bursting the door open, quickly depositing the potion inside of it. You pulled your hood up, covering at least the back of your head and your forehead, and ran out of that place.

It didn't take more than two seconds, the BLAMs and BOOMs came right after you started running, followed by two red-heads. You were all laughing, listening to the screams contaminating the school, as the place got crowded and crowded and you were heading to the Library, to pretend having been quietly reading, when you heard a spell cast.

"Simul iuncta!"

You stopped running involuntarily before falling on the ground. Next to you, very next to you actually, were Fred, also laying as someone had pulled him back.

You tried to get up, but failed, so you just turned your head back, to see what had happened and who had cast it.

Students had crowded around the toilets' doors, looking confused, some even scared. There was a bit left of white smoke, but it was better scattered.

Professor McGonagall stood like a statue, her lip was shaping a sulky beak as she looked over you and Fred. Her wand was on her hand in a position as if she had just cast a spell. Now you knew who had stopped you from running away.

Fred was also looking around, not scared of McGonagall — of course, as she were his head of the house. He was looking for George, the other twin you had noticed to be gone.

"What you did to me?" you asked, trying again to get up, but failing. Fred Weasley noticed your difficulty and offered you his hands. Not wanting to stay one more minute on the ground, you accepted it, as he helped you get up — so did you help him.

"A charm Flitwick has been trying to work with me. I guess it finally worked," she explained, sounding too happy with her accomplished. "Lucky I was nearby, huh?"

She started frowning again, to your discomfort. She, then, shook her hands at the rest of the students, making them disappear from there.

"What it did to us? It wasn't a freezing spell" Fred noticed, as he started walking towards the Professor but being pulled again with a thud. He fell right at your foot, and you instantly helped him up. "When will it pass?"

"It won't", she said, shrugging.

"You cast a spell on us that won't pass? Is it forever?" you asked, raising your voice, as you tried to get closer to her, Fred following your steps. This time, you two didn't fall.

"No, it's until I say it is." She smiled slowly, showing no teeth. "It's some binding spell."

You looked at Fred, confused, but he had no idea of what she was talking about.

"It makes the two near wizards connected" she continued, looking down at her wand, "that's why you both stopped running, that's why you were falling. Look at your wrists", she suggested.

You and Fred turned your faces slowly down, were your hands — your right and his left — stood considerably close, but not yet touching.

"I thought it would get the other Mr Weasley, but he saw me coming and ran away before my spellcasting."

"But I'm innocent!" you claimed, trying to pull your hand to yourself and failing, to McGonagall's satisfaction.

"This Weasley came from the boys' restroom, saw that myself, and I know for sure George Weasley wouldn't have the courage to enter a girls' toilet." The Professor stood still.

"Well, isn't he a Gryffindor?" you pointed out, making McGonagall tilt her head slightly to the left, showing improvement. But you did have a point, at least you thought so, I mean, aren't Gryffindors supposed to be brave?

"I can trackback that potion threw at the girls' toilet back to you, if you'd like" McGonagal suggested, making you snort, defeated.

"But Minerva, can't I just get detention? Do I really have to spend some hours with this dimwitted?" you complained, appealing for using her first name.

"Ouch," Fred grumbled. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Some hours? I guess you could see it like that if it makes it easier. However, my verdict is for you two to spend more than a month tightened together. In fact, due to last years, hm,— events —, you've both caused the school, it'd be better if you stayed like this the whole year."

"WHAT" you and Fred shouted, like two spoiled little girls.

"You heard me correct. You two, — actually, George does too, so it's you three — cause too much trouble for me to let you free around when we are about to receive visitants from other schools. Can you imagine the look they'll give us to see we are such messy school?"

Professor Minerva sounded confident with her decision, but you just couldn't accept it. It made no sense, she could not arrest you to this pathetic red-haired boy — besides, you had a year of pranks planned, how would you become the best prankster of Hogwarts with him around, knowing all your moves?

"We are a boy and girl, Minerva, how do you expect us to go to the toilet?" you asked, remembering an important issue, without having to say you were actually worried about your jokes.

She seemed to think for a while, before walking close to you. "I believe it can be stretched, a bit, for fifteen minutes, enough time for a shower and other things." She then pointed her wand at yours and Fred's wrist that were close but not touching. She said something you didn't hear. "I made it 30 minutes, 15 for each of you. If well planned, I believe it can be enough."

She started walking away again, but Fred's question stopped her. "We are from different houses, how are we supposed to sleep? Or go to classes?" he said, lifting his left hand and you followed the movement with your right hand.

He seemed as worried as you, which made you see he was indeed ready to be a good opponent at the whole thing of winning the bet of the best prankster.

"Exceptions, my dear Mr Weasley. Professor Flitwick will be more than happy to hear that his spell worked, so he probably won't say a thing about the new form of detention I just started," she said, smiling slightly, delicately crossing her arms. "So, you can discuss with each other to whose room you'll be using to sleep, and I’ll be pleasured to provide an extra mattress."

"Professor Snape will hear about this and he won't like it, Minerva" you commented, still using her first name, but it seemed to make her only angrier.

"Professor Snape will understand the situation. I bet he'll be happy to have a Slytherin controlling one of his worse Gryffindors."

The red-haired boy appeared ready to argue, but the Professor continued: "And don't call me Minerva, Miss y/L/N. That's disrespectful."

"Disrespectful is this!" you exclaimed, pointing to your hand.

"Let's say this — you have until the end of the next month. If until the arrival of the students from other schools, you two manage to behave, respect yourselves and respect the school, I'll set you free" she said, making things easier, but not much. She seemed to think she made things too easy though, cause she added: "And I'll talk to each professor to see if your behaviours at classes are better."

The Weasley looked at you like he knew that was the end of the line. There was nothing else they could do. Minerva McGonagall didn't seem ready to give in. Two months sounded better than the whole year, as she originally planned. It wasn't better, but you guessed you deserved it because you were pretty sure the damaged in the toilet was gonna last forever.

"No chance we can get detention?" you asked, one last time, lowering your voice.

"Expelled or this. Your pick."

"Fine" you mumbled, shrugging.

Minerva smiled, happy with an argument won. She possibly was thinking she had them at her hands. "That's it, off you go. I'll get someone to clean your mess. Feel like I've punished you enough."

"Yeah, you have" grunted Weasley, pointing with his head for you to walk.

As soon as you were out of Professor's sight, George reappeared. Fred hit him in his forearm. "Where were you, bloody dimwitted?"

"Running from McGonagall. She didn't look happy when she saw us leaving the restroom," the twin said.

"You tell me about it!" you exclaimed, wrinkling your forehead.

"Could have warned me, huh?" Fred hit his brother once more.

George, however, looked at both of you, standing very close to each other. It wasn't common.

"What she did with you two? Detention?"

"Worse than that," you said, avoiding eye contact.

"Expelled?"

"She cursed us together or whatever. It's Flitwick's spell, actually." Fred started explaining to his twin everything McGonagall had just said while you stood bored, next to the corridor wall.

George started laughing at the end of the explanation. You and Fred rolled eyes at him, who didn't seem to care and kept on laughing. "That's gonna be fun to watch. So whose table are you two gonna eat at?"

You fastly answered. "Slytherin's."

"No way!" Fred protested.

You shrugged. "Fine, then we eat at Gryffindor's and you sleep in a room full of Slytherin's girls. Your pick." You smiled, confident.

He shook himself, a mixture of disgust and fear, which would make you angry if you weren't used to the Gryffindor's reaction to the Slytherins. Bunch of prejudiced!

"Fine" he gave in, a bit uncomfortably. You were about to start smiling when you remembered that now you would have to sleep in a room full of boys. Not that you were against Gryffindor — you were not in favour either — but the fact that it was a room with teenage boys gave you a little shiver, it didn't matter which house they were in.

Since you both had the same class next — Herbology —, you and Fred didn't need to argue whose schedule to follow. George was walking right next to his brother, talking excitedly but low about something you hadn't quite understand what. At first, you thought it was their next prank, so you paid attention, but then it had nothing to do with trolling students, so you gave up.

A lot of students stared at you three, mainly when you arrived at the greenhouse Professor Sprout awaited for the rest of the class. All the eyes were at the trio: some were confused, some disgusted, but the weirdest of all was two girls from Slytherin that didn't stop whispering to each other.

Slytherins and Gryffindors tended to stay apart at every class they took together, so people started dazzling over you three again when you didn't step away from the boys. They didn't seem to notice you couldn't get away from Fred, no matter how hard you tried.

"I guess you three were the only students missing... Let's start," said Sprout, putting on brown gloves. She started the class refreshing our memories form the plants we had worked within the last year, so most of the students weren't paying attention.

The two Slytherins girls hadn't stopped gossiping either, so you decided to go slowly towards them. Fred notice what you were trying to do, and although Lee Jordan was entertaining enough, telling him something, he walked close to the girls as well, making it easier for you.

"You know it's not polite to listen to people's conversation," he said, close to you left ear as he stood behind you. You rolled your eyes, but he couldn't see it. You started messing with the plant in front of you, so you could have a cover, even though you had no idea what kind of plant that was.

"Threesome, definitely," one of the girls said, the one that most resembled you.

"Isn't that some type of treason tho?" the tall one said.

"What? No! I mean, I wouldn't do it, you know," you reckon that girl was related to the Black family, although she was not Black herself. "Principally not with... a Weasley."

"It's probably just one of them," said a blonde girl, joining in the conversation with a little sharp tone, like she didn't like what she was hearing. They weren't able to see you because they had their backs turned at your direction.

"Get me out of here" you whispered to Fred, starting to get disgusted by what you were hearing. You didn't think he would much more than walking away but went a bit extreme.

"Professor Sprout, y/N almost heard a Mandrake scream without earplugs" he started.

"— Oh! Are you okay, honey?"

"She needs a bit of air, that's all. I'll take her outside." Fred continued.

Professor started walking in your direction and held her hands together.

"Please do so, Mr Weasley. Take her to Madam Pomfrey if needed. Those Mandrake are dangerous things!" she said, getting close to the plant you were once laying with to use as a disguise in case the girls noticed you were listening to their whispers.

Fred reached for your elbow. "Look sick." You didn't need to listen twice. You tilted your head, walking with no grace like you were about to pass out.

He took you out and suggested for you to sit on the grass not too far from the greenhouse you were. He followed you immediately, probably scared of being pulled down by the Bonding Charm.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "What happened there? I just heard voices, but not words, if that makes sense."

"Thank you, by the way," you said, pressing your lips together. "Those girls were gossiping about... us, I think."

"It's ridiculous, just because we walked in together?" he wondered, looking repulse.

"I don't feel like you noticed, but I'm always alone. I'm always the last to leave a class and always the first to arrive. Always." you revealed. "And then, the second week back, and I walk in with both Weasley Twins so close... one would think something is off."

"Aren't they the messed-up ones?" he asked.

"The what?"

"Messed-up. It's Lee's nickname for them because they always have weird ideas. Think of any gossip you've heard that didn't make any sense. They were probably the ones that came up with it," he explained, and suddenly, it made sense. You never bothered learning their names, although you sure knew their parents'.

Putting use to your memory, they had once started gossip about Goyle being an Animagus, and that's like the hardest potion ever, besides being illegal if the Ministry is unaware.

"You don't need to tell me what they were saying..." started Fred, "but I'd really like to know"

You smiled. "Not a chance."

The class had probably finished because you saw the rest of the students leaving the greenhouse. Lee Jordan, a tall and muscular boy, with dreadlocks approached you, followed by George Weasley.

"It wasn't about you," he said, surprising you when he stared straight to you eyes. "It's about Hermione."

"Hermione??" you repeated, getting up before being pulled down harsh since Fred's wrist didn't follow yours. "Isn't she like, fourteen?"

"I know, right? Those girls are disgusting," he commented, putting his tongue out. You laughed a bit, finally getting up since Fred started doing the same.

Fred and George exchanged looks at you two, not understanding what you were talking about.

"Don't tell them!" you said to Lee, realising how easy was to talk to him.

As you told Fred, you were always alone. Sometimes you ate with Reyna, but that was it. She had other friends herself. Sometimes, also, you were annoyed by Malfoy, but most of the time, you succeed escaping from him.

The Weasley Twins always talked to you but in a provocative or mocking tone. It was those kinds of conversations that didn't get anyone anywhere.

Lee Jordan seemed nice tho, every time he narrated the Quidditch games, he showed excitement about it — although he never made justice to the Slytherins.

The boy laughed it off. "It'll be nice to keep a secret from them."

"I don't like it, Freddie."

"I don't like it either, Georgie"

The twins' comments made both you and Lee started laughing again, while you walked together to the inside of the castle.

"What are you having now?" you asked Fred. "I'm not in the mood for Care of Magical Creatures."

All three boys looked at you.

"Nothing against Hagrid!" you exclaimed, in your defence. They appeared offended by your comment. "I just... he has us working with weird creatures in the middle of the forest... As you saw in Herbology, I'm not what you'd call a nature friend."

Fred sighed. "Did you even know you were playing with Mandrake until I had said it?" You twisted your face letting out a 'no' in a low voice. He smiled. "Let's go then. I'm having Transfiguration now."

"Geez... Ready to be a pain in Minerva's ass?" you asked, lifting an eyebrow.

George looked back at you. "Minerva?"

"It's her name."

"It's her first name," he replied.

"That annoys her ass even more" you pointed out, making him wrinkle his nose.

Lee Jordan stopped at sight. "Can we please stop mention Professor McGonagall's ass?"

You all laughed out loud, heading to class.

***

The day had gone by slowlier than you wanted it. McGonagall looked pleased as you and Fred walking for class without misbehaving, although you did raise your hand for stupid questions a lot, to annoy her since she always felt obliged to answer.

Fred's last class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, which you were not much excited. You greeted him as you and Fred walked in, bumping into each other to pass the door, and, even though, he retributed, he didn't seem thrilled about it like he had forgotten who you are.

The class was good, anyway, since he was more experienced than every other teacher you had had. Fred and George seemed extra passionate about what they had just experienced.

"He just showed us how much behind we were in the coolest way possible! No other professor would've had the courage!" George exclaimed, trying to copy Moody's way of holding his wand.

Fred laughed, but you ignored it. As you were getting close to the entrance, you smiled. "Ready, redhead?"

Fred was confused. "To what?"

For the older twin, being around you all day wasn't annoying at all. He thought at first that it would be weird as you both never exchanged more than three phrases without they being a threat, but you surprised him by being an enjoyable company.

You were smart, probably more than him, which as a handful of help in his classes. You were sharing his books, since Fred didn't dare to get yours at the Slytherin's room, and you had no problem with it. You did take the liberty to write over his books, what didn't matter to him, because you had cute lettering and you knew more about what you were writing than he ever did.

Besides, every time he or his brother made a joke, you'd start laughing until your belly hurts, in a charming way that he liked.

"Ready to sit at the Slytherin's table, of course!" you said, harshly touching his shoulder.

"Do I have to?" his head slightly downturned while he maintained eye contact.

"Unless you want to sleep in my room" your eyes gleamed, causing George to laugh.

Fred wrinkled his nose, discontent. "Fine. Bye, brother. It was nice knowing you, see you never again!"

"Don't be so dramatic!" you exclaimed.

"A Gryffindor at their table?" he replied. "I'll reckon I'll be dead before I eat."

You rolled your eyes as you dragged him by his arm, just above the elbow. George walked towards Gryffindor's table, waving his brother goodbye.

You looked at the horrified faces that followed, and not just from the Slytherin's table. Some students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff looked at you with quite a surprised look. All the attention made you embarrassed, so you held your chin close to your body.

"Don't be ashamed now" Fred whispered. You didn't understand what he meant by it.

"What you mean?" you asked, finally sitting down next to Reyna, who you were glad to spot the face amongst the Slytherin's.

Two first years — at least you thought they were first years because they looked young and you didn't recognize their faces — were sitting at each side of her, so you sat in front of her, with Fred at you right.

She was distracted by her conversation with the kids, but she immediately faced up as you sat down.

"Hi, y/N! And Fred" she added his name when she noticed the red-hair with freckles.

Fred shook his head to say hi. The first years looked confused as what should they be doing with the presence of a Gryffindor. "Oh, no panic! Everybody is allowed to sit on the table they want. We tend to sit together, that's all" Reyna explained with a smile.

Her display wasn't satisfactory though, as the kids scattered like mice. Reyna wasn't frustrated. She only wanted privacy to ask you what was going on.

"Some Ravenclaws were saying that you two conjured it during Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Oh, no. We've been tied up way before that," you nodded. "Remember my advice on the first day?"

"How wrong did you manage to be?" she asked, her nose in the air.

"No, that went — as planned," you were about to say 'well' but that was far from the truth. "McGonagall caught us and cursed us."

"You were planning it together? You are not a duo at the bet!" she complained, putting chips in her mouth.

You and the twin exchanged looks. "Of course not! We bumped into each other, and McGonagall thought us being together for months was a great idea. Now I plan to make Minerva's life a living hell."

"Wouldn't be wise, she could take house points off of you."

You stared at Reyna. "She wouldn't dare," and, with the best impression of Draco you could do, you continued, "because my father will hear about this!"

You sent them both into convulsions.

"I don't get your whole intimacy with the Professor" Fred wondered out loud.

You shrugged. "Minerva's very close to my parents — my mom. I reckon they are somewhat of third cousins..." you explained with a disinterested tone only to notice they were both shocked. "What? It's no big deal!"

"You are related to Professor McGonagall??" Fred asked with a loud voice. "That's freaking awesome!"

Reyna shook her head, agreeing with Fred.

"It's way distant," you objected, looking down at the plate in front of you.

"Doesn't matter! It's something anyone would brag about!" Reyna said after swallow her food.

"Explains why you insist on calling her by her first name" Fred sighed.

You ignored the excitement of the two. It was funny watching Fred in the Slytherin's table. He was scared at first, but now he was feeling welcomed. You were astonished that nobody at the table caused a scene, like Malfoy, but not surprised with how friendly Reyna was towards the red-haired.

Still, dinner was rather quiet.

You three got up together, heading to Slytherin's common room. Much to Fred's disappointment, you needed to get your things out of your room before moving to Gryffindor's Tower.

"Has the gossip spread very quickly?" you asked Reyna at the entrance of the chambers.

"Well, yes," she answered. "They all don't know the truth, only the ones that had classes with Flitwick, 'cause he seemed proud his spell worked."

You looked at Fred that looked frightened after Reyna said the password.

"Hm, Rey?" you called out your friend. "Could you get my things for me? I don't think someone is ready to walk in that place. Besides, it wouldn't be smart, considering how many times he has pranked the house."

Reyna agreed and disappeared inside the portrait.

"Thanks for that" he whispered after you both leaned over a wall.

"No problem," you replied, with a sad smile. "So... was eating with my kind that hard?"

"People don't bother you much, do they?" he retributed with a lopsided grin. "Is Reyna... your only friend?" he asked with apprehension.

Frowning, you tugged a lock of your hair. "Yes, I guess. It's not easy making friends in Slytherin when you're not a pure-blood, and you haven't vowed to kill everyone that represents a danger to your power," you explained, using hyperbole.

Fred avoided looking at your eyes. You thought he was feeling sorry for you, but, honestly, he just didn't know what to say. At his house, he was never alone, he grew up surrounded by friends, and once he arrived Hogwarts, it was no different, in part because most of his brothers were in school with him.

"Oh! Here you go," Reyna reappeared, giving your luggage back to you.

"Thanks, Rey"

Your friend looked back at Fred and you and kept doing that for some seconds. "What?" you whispered, letting your right hand closer to Fred's left and tilting your head towards her.

"Are you ok with this? Because you know... one owl to your parents and this would be over" she suggested, worried about you.

"It's just until October ends. I don't wanna bother mom with this, or cause a disagreement with Minerva."

Reyna relaxed her expression. Fred was pretending not to hear, staring at the ceiling. He agreed with you. It was just for a short period; after that, Fred would be free to join the Triwizard Tournament — how he was going to do it was yet to be determined — and to win the best prankster of Hogwarts bet. There was no need to worry Mr Weasley with something that he created himself.

The stares followed you two until you finally arrived at Gryfindor's common room, Fred was walking a bit slower due to your luggage on his hands. You looked at it, astonished. Full of squashy armchairs and tables, the common room was decorated in several shades of red, making quite welcoming and a polar opposite to Slytherin's one.

Some students were already inside, talking and playing games. Across where you stood, Harry and Ron did their homework.

Ron saw you as you walked in, but Harry seemed not to notice. Fred signalized for his brother to stay shut, so Ron didn't move, as he was planning to confront you.

"I guess you rather... go to my room?" Fred deduced. You shook your head in affirmation, relieved to leave a place with tons of Gryffindors staring at you, confused.

He was guiding you up the stairs, but he suddenly stopped when the whispered grew louder. He turned back but did not face you. He looked to his fellow housemates.

"McGonagall punished us, but it's no big deal. Get used to it. She'll be here for more than a month" then, he grabbed your hand and hushed you upstairs.

Once arriving at his room, you both burst into laughter, falling over his bed. "What was that?" you asked, between giggles.

"I would have to explain sooner or later, so I decided to do it quickly."

He smiled widely, closing his eyes for a second. You admired his humour — he was not like you, you'd never have the guts to do that. Guess that's why you weren't a Gryffindor.

"So... With who do you share a room?" you asked, finally looking around. The room had the same structure as yours — beds at every corner. Yet, it was coloured with shades of red and brown, while yours was with greens and greys.

"My brother, 'course. Lee, as well," he said, looking down to the left side of his bed, just like you were doing, "and Kenneth Towler."

The fact that both of you were staring the floor was because there was a mattress as if someone knew you would end up sleeping in his room.

Fred Weasley narrowed his eyes.

"I'll never understand Professor McGonagall's methods," he said, laying back at his pillow. You laughed at his relaxation.

The door sprung with George and Lee's entrance.

"So you two have been causing scenes all around the school?" George asked, sitting at the end of his bed, and Lee supported his back at the same bed.

You rolled your eyes, "not true."

"We just had some fun over their faces," Fred said, making his brother laugh.

"Well, thanks to us, everybody now knows the truth since you two were not worried to clarify," Lee Jordan said, taking his coat off and dropping at his bed. "I've told most of the students why you are stuck together."

"Most of them did not believe; they think you two are dating!" George commented, outraged.

You pulled your brows together in a frown. "That would make no sense! Who would allow us to walk to each other's classes and common rooms?"

"And that's why who invented that rumour was the Messed-Ups," Lee said, and you giggled with them, knowing now who the nickname referenced.

You four spend the night playing games, most of them mimic, what according to George was way wickeder with you — "Towler makes it much easier for Fred and me to win". Even though you broke the twins' duo, they didn't seem to matter. The first two rounds George and Lee managed to win, but you and Fred won the last three, making you the winners of the night.

When it was too late for you all to be awake — and after a complained from Kenneth who was trying to sleep — you decided it was time to go to bed.

"No, no, no" Fred protested when he noticed you were getting to the mattress on the floor. "Mom taught me well enough to never let a girl sleep on the floor. Especially when it's kind of my fault we're stuck together."

"It's my fault too," you replied, not very happy to take his bed.

"y/N, just take my bed," he said, in a harsh tone, "and tomorrow you won't be angry at me."

"Because of the bed? I would never be mad!"

"I didn't mean the bed, but yeah, come on, take it," he sighed, and you finally accepted it.

Fred's bed was way more comfortable than you were expecting, so it wasn't a problem sleeping on it. It did bother having to let your right arm fall on the floor so your wrist could remain close to Fred's, but you thought it was more painful for him.

The night ended up alright, with dreamless sleep, but you couldn't stop waking up in the middle of the night wondering why it was more of a party than a punishment.

PART 2

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emy-loves-you · 3 years

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 21

Picnics and Confessions

Chapter 20 | Masterlist

There’s a brief mention of sex, but other than that there shouldn’t be anything else. I hope you enjoy this final chapter of the original series, and I’ll be back soon with the sequel!

“She smiled and she said

on days like this

it seems like it never rains” Remus sang, getting out of the car. He skipped around to the passenger seat, opening the door and holding his arm out.

“But without the rain, we’d starve.” Janus duetted, grabbing Remus’ arm as he got out. They walked up the driveway, softly singing one of Remus’ favorite songs. Before Janus could even knock, the front door swung open to reveal Virgil. He was a wreck; there were dark circles under his eyes, and his hair looked like a rat’s nest. His eyes were wide and panicked as he led them inside.

“You’re late!” Virgil hissed out, slamming the door shut behind them. The house was a mess. The kitchen sink was overflowing with dirty pots and pans that they knew weren’t there yesterday. The coffee maker was on (a rare sight these days) and there were several towels lying about, presumably cleaning coffee spills if the dark brown liquid was any indication. There was a large picnic basket in the living room, along with a large pile of makeup products.

“Your date doesn’t start until 3, right?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow at the messes. It was very un-Virgil-like to be messy. While Remus was used to cleaning up from a young age (*cough* shitty parenting *cough*), it was Virgil who actually wanted a clean house (sure, Janus did too, but he had no cooking or cleaning experience before he met Virgil). Virgil must be really stressed out if he didn’t subconsciously clean up after himself.

“Yeah, but I’ve got an errand to run beforehand.” Virgil replied, leading them to his room. There were clothes strewn about everywhere, but his bed was neatly made. His clock read 10:22 AM. Janus scowled at the clock. How long had Virgil been up?

“You seem to be taking this quite seriously.” Janus commented, moving some of the clothes so he could sit on the edge of the bed. “Almost as if this was-”

Remus gasped, bouncing on the tips of his toes. “A DATE! Is this a date?”

Virgil sighed, grabbing a fistful of his own hair. “I don’t know! Maybe?” He started pacing around the room. “What if they don’t see this as a date and I show up in something too formal? What if they DO see this as a date and I show up in something too casual? God, what if this is a date and I blow it? What if they see me and get angry that I lied to them and they hate me and-”

“Virgil, breathe.” Janus said, gesturing over to Remus. Remus walked over to Virgil and grabbed him by the shoulders, which forced him to stop pacing. Virgil stood there for a second, his eyes wide and unfocused. “Breathe in for four, hold for seven, out for eight. You’re doing so well, Virgil.” Janus instructed, praising Virgil when he started following the breathing exercise. It took several minutes for Virgil to calm down.

“Thanks, guys.” Virgil finally said, flopping down on the bed next to Janus. “I’m gonna screw this up.”

“No, you won’t.” Janus said, carding his fingers through Virgil’s hair. He immediately leaned into the touch. Remus bounced his way over to the closet.

“And even if you do, they won’t judge you for it.” Remus said cheerfully, sorting through Virgil’s clothes. “Roro’s dating Craft and Morales, right?”

“Logan Croft and Patton Morale.” Virgil corrected him, still relaxed in Janus’ hold.

“Whatever,” Remus replied, still sifting through Virgil’s clothes. “I may have left before the three of them got together, but I remember them being friends. Other than Ro and Lo’s ‘spats’ I’ve never seen the three of them be mean on purpose.”

“What about your fight with Ro outside the bathroom? And his argument with me when I met him?” Virgil asked, closing his eyes.

“I started that argument with Ro. And he thought that you groped him, so he’s not really at fault.” Remus sighed. “Look, I’m not gonna promise you that nothin’ll go wrong. But, I know those three, from both my high school years and your interactions with them. Worst case scenario, they ask you to stop flirting with ‘em and you remain friends. Best case scenario,” Remus turned around, holding the perfect outfit for Virgil. “You get yourself three hunkin’ pieces of man meat.”

Virgil blushed, getting up and grabbing the outfit. It was a black v-neck t-shirt and black skinny jeans, both skin-tight. Virgil grabbed those along with his jacket that Patton made him for Christmas, and went to the bathroom to change.

Remus turned to look at Janus. “Bet you he ends up sleeping with them tonight.”

Janus tilted his head. “How much?”

Remus grinned, holding out his hand. “If you win, I’ll never complain about that stupid rug again. If I win, the rug goes.”

Janus thought for a moment before smiling, taking Remus’ hand. “Deal.” He pulled Remus in so that he was straddling Janus, their lips meeting in a heated kiss.

“Ew, gross. You’re in my room guys.” The two gays turned to see Virgil standing in the doorway. Remus whistled. Virgil sighed, gesturing to the living room. “C’mon, I need help with my hair and makeup.”

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Virgil stepped into the confectionery, smiling at the pleasant chime that the door made. It was weird; even though Virgil had bought almost every item here at least once, he’s never actually entered the store until now. He heard someone up at the counter and walked over. He was pleasantly surprised to recognize the person’s voice.

“Hello, welcome to the Chocolate Plaza, how may I- HOLY SHMOKES YOU’RE ANXIETY!” Joan yelled, obviously recognizing Virgil’s persona. Virgil smirked. Maybe telling Joan can help Virgil prepare himself for telling his crushes.

“Hey Joan, I’ve got three boxes under the name ‘Storm.’” Virgil said, leaning onto the counter. His smirk widened when Joan recognized his voice.

“Virgil? You’re Anxiety?” At Virgil’s nod, their face lit up. “I was wondering why you never wanted to pick up your chocolate! So, what’s the occasion, Mr. Rockstar?”

Virgil laughed, pulling out his wallet. “I’m finally telling my crushes that I’m Anxiety. Y’know, the people I’ve been shipping these chocolates to.”

Joan went to grab the boxes of chocolate, yelling out behind them. “So you’ve spent hundreds of dollars worth of chocolate on them and they’ve never seen your face before?”

“Not as Virgil.” He yelled back, a blush of embarrassment forming on his face.

Joan laughed. “You’ve fallen for them hard, haven’t you?” They laughed when Virgil blushed harder. “Well, I hope you don’t need these apology chocolates, but here they are anyways.” Virgil’s blush didn’t fade as he paid for the chocolates and left.

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Virgil sighed as he made his way to Waverly Park. It was 2:30 now, and the park was about 15 minutes away. He’d still be early, but not as early as he wanted to be. Just as he adjusted the basket in his hands he felt something his nose. He stopped to wipe his nose when something else hit his cheek. It took Virgil a moment to figure out what it was: water.

It was raining.

Virgil groaned, but he kept walking. Hopefully, it would only sprinkle and go away soon. The weather forecast didn’t say anything about rain. Why did it have to rain now?

Unfortunately, the rain did not cease. Within minutes, the rain started to pour, and soon Virgil was soaked to the bone. He shivered as he weighed his options. It would be at least 10 minutes before Remus or Janus could pick him up, and even if he got to the park, there would be nowhere to shelter them from the rain. Virgil felt tears start to form in his eyes. He’d planned everything down to the letter, but like always it somehow managed to go horribly wrong. He looked up at the street name, ready to text it to Janus, when he recognized it. He turned around, squinting through the rain before he saw what he was looking for.

Patton, Logan, and Roman’s house. Without really thinking of the consequences, Virgil ran.

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Patton sighed, hanging up his coat. He and his boyfriends had just gotten ready for their date (was it a date? He hoped it was) with Virgil when it started to rain. He grabbed his phone, ready to cancel his plans. Maybe they could go out tomorrow? Patton wasn’t sure if he could wait that long.

Knock Knock Knock

“Coming!” Patton called out, hurrying to the door. Who in their right mind would be walking around in this storm? When he opened the door he was surprised by what he saw.

“Hey, Pat.” Virgil whimpered out, tremors shaking his entire frame. His oversized jacket (the one Patton made for him!) hung off of him, dripping slightly. His hair was pressed against his forehead, and his makeup had smeared down his face. He looked like he was about to fall over- and he was still carrying that basket, the poor thing!

“Aw, sweety,” Patton murmured, taking his basket and jacket. He led Virgil to the sofa, wrapping him up in the nearest blanket (Logan’s space-themed comforter that he’d left there last night). “I’m gonna head upstairs real quickly, okay kiddo?” At Virgil’s nod, he made his way upstairs. He passed by Roman and Logan, who were changing into more comfortable clothes. “Lo, please go turn up the thermostat. And Ro, can you go grab some of your comfy clothes? Virgil’s closest to your size.” When they just paused and looked at him, he explained himself. “Virgil’s downstairs. He was probably on his way to the park. The poor fella, he’s soaked to the bone. He might have hypothermia.”

“Well, that won’t do at all!” Roman said, turning to grab some clothes. “We mustn’t let our future love freeze to death!”

“Future love IF he says yes,” Logan remarked, heading downstairs to change the thermometer. Patton smiled, heading to their room to grab spare blankets.

Logan saw Virgil downstairs and smiled. “It’s nice to see you again, though I wish it could be under…better circumstances.” Virgil nodded, and Logan noticed that he was still crying. As soon as he turned the temperature up, Logan moved to sit next to Virgil. He wrapped his arm around Virgil, happy to see that he wasn’t shivering as much.

Roman and Patton headed down soon after, carrying spare clothes and blankets. “We have arrived!” Roman called out, making Patton giggle. “And we’ve brought gifts!” Virgil started crying harder. Roman noticed and moved to kneel in front of him. Patton sat on Virgil’s other side. “What’s wrong?” Roman asked, catching himself before he called Virgil ‘storm cloud.’

Virgil struggled to talk through his tears. “T-today w-was supposed t-to be p-perfect.” He stammered out. “I w-wanted to have a p-picnic, and I’d t-tell you that I was A-Anxiety, and I’d g-give you chocolates- and-” He gasped, nearly choking on his own tears.

Roman grabbed Virgil’s hands, gently messaging them. “Breathe, Storm Cloud, it’s okay. Today is perfect. You’re here, we’ve still got the picnic and chocolates, and just seeing you makes me so happy-” Before Roman could continue, someone kissed him quiet. Roman was used to this; it was something they all tended to do when one of them rambled for too long. Something was different, however. It took a moment for Roman to figure out what it was.

Virgil was kissing him.

Before Roman could process that, Virgil suddenly pulled away. “I’m sorry.” Virgil said quickly, looking down. He moved to pull away some more. Well, that wouldn’t do at all.

Roman surged upwards, lips meeting Virgil’s. He tried to convey all of his emotions into this kiss. All of his love, insecurity, adoration, and desperation. It felt like an inferno was igniting within him. He sighed as they separated a second time, this time for air. Roman looked Virgil in the eye. “Don’t you dare feel sorry.” Roman panted out. “You mean the world to me.”

Virgil sat there, completely still. Whether it was because of the kiss or because of what Roman said, Virgil couldn’t tell. “But I lied to you for almost a year! I didn’t tell you that I was Anxiety! I don’t deserve you guys!” He felt a hand grab his jaw and he let it turn his head. He was now looking Patton dead in the eye.

Patton glared at him. “Virgil Storm, don’t you dare start talking bad about yourself!” He said sternly. His gaze softened slightly. “Besides,” He pressed a kiss to Virgil’s nose, forehead, cheeks, and finally his lips. “We already realized that you were Anxiety, Virgil.”

Virgil’s eyes widened with every kiss, and he started gaping once Patton finished talking. “Really?” He felt another hand on his cheek, and he let it guide him. He was now facing Logan, who had a very tender expression on his face.

“While Patton has known since Valentine’s Day, Roman and I discovered it the day of the concert. However, this does not change our opinion of you.” He reached to cup Virgil’s cheekbone. “Virgil, you are funny, clever, talented, and an all-around amazing individual. We are all in love with you, and would like to in a relationship with you. Will you do us the honor of joining our relationship?” Logan asked, stars in his eyes.

Virgil nodded, pressing his lips to Logans. “Yes, yes, yes” He said between kisses. He smiled, tears forming in his eyes as he kissed Logan. He could barely get his head around that. He just kissed Roman and Patton, and now he’s kissing Logan! It was a dream come true and he couldn’t stop crying.

Logan suddenly pulled back, wiping away Virgil’s tears. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes. Then we can eat and watch a movie. Does that sound satisfactory?”

Virgil nodded, his smile never fading. “I love you guys, so much.”

Logan smiled back. “And we love you.”

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 3 years

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First Impressions

Summary: The Marauders meet in the train and get sorted into Gryffindor

REMUS P.O.V After that night my life changed forever. The night I was bitten. I don't quite remember much about my life before. But I know for sure my parents were happier. They support me I know. But I can see how my mum suffers and how my dad secretly hates who I am. He knew the Wizarding World better. Dad wanted me to avoid any discrimination. He told me they might lock me up at the Ministry. Therefore I couldn't go out to play, make any friends. Basically stay at home the most time possible. It was only the three of us who knew that secret. My dad made sure nobody else knew.

I had accepted Hogwarts wasn't a possibility for me. Dad didn't like talking about it. He said there was no use talking about Hogwarts if I wasn't going. So he taught me some spells and magic from an early age. But when I turned 11, the most funny thing happened. A man with a long silver beard who wore a tunic and pointy hat, came to visit us one day. He talked with my parents first. I heard them argue. And then the man talked to me.

"Hello Remus" he said smiling "Hello" I said looking at him strangely "I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?" The man smiled "My name is Albus Dumbledore. Headmaster of Hogwarts" I thought he was gonna tell me I wasn't able to go. I had it coming. But he took a letter from his pocket. It had my name. "Here is your letter" he said giving it to me "Inside you will find the instructions on how to get there and what to buy" "To go where?" I asked "To Hogwarts. The school of Witchcraf and Wizardry" he answered paciently "You would like to go, don't you?" Of course I wanted. But I couldn't. I looked at my parents. Mom had tears on her eyes, but she was smiling at me. Dad had an unreadable expression. "I can't sir" I said looking down "Why is that?" "Because I'm..." I looked at my father again. He nodded "I'm a werewolf" It was the first time I said it out loud. Normaly that word was forbidden at home. "So?" he asked like he knew. Like it was the most normal thing in the world. "I'm a monster" I answered "I could hurt someone" "You won't. We have all the measurements to avoid that to happen Remus. I explained everything to your father" I looked at my dad. He didn't seem happy. "Leave everything to me" he continued "The only question is, would you like to go?" I looked at my parents again. Was this safe? Could I? "You can go sweety" my mother said Dumbledore looked at me intensly. "Yes" I said very quiet "Yes" I repeated more loudly "I would like to go" "Then it's settled" he said smiling "I'll see you on September first Remus"

For the next few days my father was really in a bad mood. He and mom fought a lot. The reason? Me going or not going to Hogwarts. My dad didn't want me to, he said it was dangerous, my mom disagreed. I was tired of being locked up. And I was going, even if they wanted it or not. Mr. Dumbledore said it was safe, didn't he? So my mother took me to buy my school tools. "I'm taking your son to buy what he needs" she said Dad didn't answer. "You have to accept it Lyall and let him grow. He deserves to have a normal life" Mum always supported dad, he knew best about the magical world. But she sounded really angry. Dad didn't respond but directed my mum on how to get there.

I bought my supplies without any complication. Mom said I could get anything, that I shouldn't worry about money. And on September first, I couldn't hide my excitement. "Remus" my dad said waiting for me on the kitchen. "Say goodbye to your mum. I'm taking you to King Cross"

We drove there on a muggle car. Dad said he wanted to talk to me. The first minutes were very silent. I just felt very nervous. "Are you exicted?" my dad finally asked I nodded "And very nervous" He smiled "That is normal. I felt the same way on my first day" I smiled at that "You'll love it though" he said "Hogwarts is the most wonderful place on earth. A big castle. It has a lake and a forest. You can visit the local town Hogsmade. Believe me son. It is beautiful" I got more and more excited. Suddenly my nerves stopped. My dad usually didn't talk about Hogwarts. But I was enjoying how excited he sounded about that place. "What house were you in?" I asked "I was in Ravenclaw" he answered smiling

When we got to King Cross my heart was beating fast. I couldn't wait to see Hogwarts. When we got to Platform 9 & 3/4, I saw the Hogwarts Express. I couldn't be more happier. All of these was real. I almost run into the crowd when my dad stopped me. "Remus" he said. He had tears on his eyes. "I'm gonna miss you. You just be careful okay? And don't let..." "Anyone know about me" I finished "I know dad. Don't worry" My dad hugged me, really tight. "I'm glad you can go" he whispered into my ear. I had tears on my eyes. I was gonna miss my parents so much. They were everyone I knew. My only friends. "I love you dad" And I left very happy. I pushed myself into the crowd and I gazed at my father one last time.

The Platform was crowded with people yelling, saying goodbye, crying. But a certain boy got my attention. He had the most ridiculous hair I've ever seen. It looked like a big net. His mother was trying to contain his messy hair. "James Fleamont Potter" the woman said "this happens when you use magic on your father's hair potion" "Well I looked ridiculous with it" the boy protested "You look ridiculous now" she said trying to use her wand to fix it. Each time it got bigger. "Oi mum" he said avoiding her touch "People are watching". I couldn't avoid laughing. Not only for his hair, and his name Fleamont, but because I'd never been around boys my age. And I was happy. They were just like me. But the boy noticed me. Too late. "What are you laughing at freak?" he asked annoyed "Nothing" I said going red "James..." his mother warned "He was laughing at us" She smiled at me apologizing. I left before getting into a mess. Remember Remus, you can't make friends. It would make everything complicated. Well as things were going I didn't think I could get a friend any time soon. And as I thought that, I stepped into the train.

SIRIUS P.O.V Blah, blah, blah. I couldn't pay attention to my mother anymore. She spoke some nonsense about how I needed to be a good Black, live up to the family name, and how I should get into Slytherin. Befriend all the children of the 'good families', pureblood families. All I wanted was to get into adventures, do as I please without my parents punishing me. I was just smiling at Reggie. He cried the night before because he didn't want me to leave him alone. I had to make sure he knew I was safe, Hogwarts would be amazing and he could join me next year. Suddenly my mother pulled my ear like she used to. It hurt like it used to. "Aaargg" I protested "Are you listening you little prat?" she whispered in my ear. The thing is that when people were around she acted like a loving caring mother. But she wasn't. "You shall act properly and not do any stupid thing. If I get one letter complaining about your behaivor..." She pressed her fingers press into my ear, making it hurt even more. "You will see child" she continued. She let go off me. My ear was red "Have a good year sweetheart" she said smiling evily. I sighed "Goodbye Reggie" I said as I tried to embrace him. He opened his arms but my mother stopped him. "Go, or you will be late child" she said

So I left wondering into the crowd. I was relieved to be apart from my parents, but I already missed Reggie. I was distracted thinking all that when I bumped into someone. "Oi watch it asshole!" he yelled I looked at him and the first thing I noticed about that boy, was his hair. It look like a net. Bunches of hair pointed everywhere. "Ha" I said as he picked his suitcase from the floor. "What?" he said pissed off. "Nothing" "Watch where you are going, looser" he said "Sorry" I said looking amused at his hair "What happened to your hair?" "Are you making fun of my hair? "No. I think is cool" I said wondering what my mother would say if I had a hair like that. "Bloody asshole. I know you are laughing" he said, then he smiled "Bad experiment with my dad's potion. He made a famous hair potion, you know?" "Oh bloody hell" I said surprised "Are you a Potter?" My mother had told me the bloodtraitor Potters. She said I should befriend the purebloods, didn't she? Well, watch me mother. "You have a problem with that?" "No" I said amused "You are now my best friend. Fancy finding a compartment for the two of us?" The Boy looked at me for a while. "Wicked" he said As we started walking he spoke. "I'm James by the way" "Sirius" I said "Sirius Black"

Turned out James and I had too many things in common. We were both rebels. He told me about all the best pranks he had done. I told him mine. We agreed to make some mischief at Hogwarts. "So tell me Sirius" he asked me "You like Quidditch, right? Because if you don't I'll have to kill you and get another friend" I laughed at that "I'm serious" he said "No, I'm Sirius" I joked. He laughed. "But yeah I love Quidditch. But I haven't played it before" "What??" James was very shocked "My parents don't like it when I play" Or I do anything. "My dad was right" he said "The Blacks are weird... Oh, no offense" I smiled "You're right" I said "They are kind of weird" If only he knew...

Somebody entered the compartment. A ginger girl was there. "Hi" she said "Can I seat here?" She was crying James raised his shoulders. And I gestured her to enter. She came in. We looked at her puzzled but she ignored us looking at the window. A boy with a very greasy hair came in a few minutes later. He looked at us with disgust. "Honestly. I thought it would be only us on the compartment" James whispered to me I nodded. "Did you see that kid's hair?" I asked him. We both giggled. It was greasy and stuck to his face. Ten times worse than James'. The kids talked about some Petunia girl, but honestly I tried to ignored them. James and I kept eating sweets from the trolley he had bought and taking about Quidditch.

"Who wants to be in Slytherin?" said James out of the sudden. Apparently he was paying attention to their conversation. "I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" he asked me. Shit. Slytherin. Everything my family wanted was for me to be in Slytherin. They would kill me if I didn't get there. But James seemed like a nice lad, I didn't want to lose him. "My whole family had been in Slytherin" "Blimey" he said "And I thought you seemed all right" I was! I was better than my family. "Maybe I'll brake the tradition" I said. I really wanted to. "Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?" Maybe I wanted to be in the same house as James. "Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart, like my father" he said lifting an invisible sword. The boy across them made a disgusting sound. "Got a problem with that?" James asked him "No" the boy answered "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy" What was this kid's problem? I needed to defend my new friend. "Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" I said James laughed at that and I smiled. The girl stood up and looked at us in dislike. "Come on Severus, let's find another compartment" "Oooo..." we imitated her. She was very annoying. "See ya, Snivellus!" I said as we laughed. "Nice one mate" said James "You are funny" "Tell me about it" I said smiling

We talked a bit more for a while. When two boys entered. "Can we sit here?" a chubby boy with blond hair asked. "We were kicked out of the other compartment. Two older students wanted to snog" he made a disgusting expression. As the next boy came in James groaned. "You again?" he asked to the skinny boy with sandy hair and a big sweater. He had a few scars on his face. I thought that was interesting. He looked cool. "You know him?" I asked. "He made fun of me and my mum at the platform" James protested "I didn't" the boy said. "Whatever you say weirdo" said James The boys came in. But James and I tried to ignore them. The chubby boy who introduced himself as Peter talked a lot. I mean like a lot. James glanced at me annoyed by him. I smiled. The other boy who's name was Remus sat very quietly reading a book. In no time, the train stopped. "Holy sweetbeans!" said Peter looking through the window "We are here, we are at Hogwarts!" My heart dropped into my chest. Finally I was home. If only Reggie could be here.

JAMES P.O.V Blimey! I was at Hogwarts. It was even more impressive than my dad had told me. I could see the big castle from the station and I smiled. I really needed glasses though, the castle looked blurry but beautiful. Anyway, all the adventures and mischief I could get into. And the thing I was most excited about, Quidditch. I was going to become a professional Player, so I needed to get on the team. Besides I had my new friend Sirius. Dad had told me bad things about the Blacks, but he was different. I had so much fun with him in a few hours, than any other of my friends.

"Firs' years, firs' years these way" I could see the biggest man I've ever met. A few children gasped when they saw him. "Me name's Rubeus Hagrid, keeper o' keys an' grounds at Hogwarts. Follow me, I'll take ya to the castle" "Wicked" I said. I looked at Sirius who seemed very nervous. But he hided it smiling at me.

Hagrid took us to the side of the lake where little boats were waiting for us. The chubby boy wanted to be near us. What an annoying lad. He thought just talking to us made him our friend. He was wrong.

I watched the boy Snivellus and the whining ginger girl get into a boat. I smiled to myself. "Got an idea" I said to Sirius "I think Snivellus needs a hair wash. Don't you think?" Sirius smirked. He knew what I was thinking about. "Leave it to me" he said "But cover me" he took out his wand and I put myself in front of him. As I did I saw the weird kid from the train looking at us in suspicion. "What are you staring at, looney?" I asked. First he made fun of me and my mum and now he was planning to snitch on us. Lucikly he just looked the other way. Sirius said something under his breath moving his wand. Suddenly the first boat turned around and all the kids inside fell into the water.

Everyone laughed. "Good one" I said to Sirius shaking his hand. "Blimey!" said Hagrid who went to save the kids. He helped them to get to the boat again. They were shivering and coughing. Snivellus looked at us like he knew what we did. "What is so funny?" he asked "What Snivellus? You didn't enjoy your swim?" asked Sirius smirking. I laughed. I was having too much fun already. "Yeah" now said the chubby boy "I-I-I think you scared the giant squid" he said Sirius and I laughed even harder. The boy looked pleased to himself. And in the corner of my eye I saw the looney kid rolling his eyes. "At least I don't have a nest for a hair" Snivellus said shivering. Honestly, it had been a mistake. I wanted to make my hair look cool. "Well I can just fix it with shampoo, do you know what that is? I think you don't" I said. Nailed it. All the kids laughed at my comment. "A'right" said Hagrid "Enough o' that. If ya keep fightin' I'll have ter tell Dumbledore"

As we got into the castle. I got more exicted. Hogwarts was amazing. Even from inside. Me and Sirius pointed everywhere smirking. "Welcome children" said a very tall woman "I'm Professor McGonagall and oh..." she stopped looking at the kids that were wet and shivering. "What in name of Godric Gryffindor happened to you?" "Th-the b-boat t-turned by it-tself!" said a boy I smiled to myself. McGonagall looked shocked. "It's not true!" said the girl from the train "It was bewitched. By them" she pointed at us. "What?" I asked "It's true" said Snivellus. Bloody Snivellus. "I saw them" "How can you say it was us?" said Sirius "We didn't do anything" "Yeah, we didn't" I protested but I was worried watching at the chubby boy and the looney. They saw us. But surprisely they didn't say anything. "Oh please, you laughed" said the ginger girl. Honestly how annoying was she. "Beacuse it was funny" I answered "Or because it was your idea" she said "We are 11 year olds, we don't know any spell" "Maybe you do, you're purebloods" "How do you know that?" "I don't, I'm just guessing"

"Enough!" yelled Professor McGonagall "Don't worry Miss. eh..." "Evans" "Miss Evans" she continued "We will find out the responsables" she glared at Sirius and me through her glasses "In the meantime, you will be sorted in one of the four houses: Gryffindor" I smirked "Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin" I made a disgusting sound. The chubby boy laughed. "Follow me" said the Professor ignoring me.

All the fun I had had with Sirius made me forget about the Sorting and suddenly I was nervous. But I tried to hide it. But my friend looked paler. "Don't worry about it" I said "I'm sure we will get into Gryffindor" "How are so sure about it?" he asked I wasn't "I just am. I'm confident. And... We will make amazing pranks mostly every day" I said smiling. Sirius smiled back. "BLACK, SIRIUS" Mcgonagall yelled. Sirius sat and the hat was placed on him. Please be a Gryffindor. Sirius was so cool. I couldn't stand him being in another house. Finally the hat yelled 'GRYFFINDOR!' There was no clapping or cheering, just pure silence. I saw the Slytherin table. Everyone was shocked or angry. I decided to be the first to clap. Then everyone followed me. Everyone except the Slytherins. As Sirius passed to the table I smiled at him and we hit palms. He was pale. Why? He was in Gryffindor. Many names passed. Evans, the ginger girl got into Gryffindor as well. I could see Snivellus pale expression. "I guess not even your girlfriend stands Slytherin or you" I told him. "Shut up" he responded Few other names passed. I was getting more and more anxious. The looney boy also got into Gryffindor. Really? "Seriously they let anyone in" I commented. The chubby boy laughed awkardly. By the time he got into Gryffindor as well I lost my pacience. Honestly if Snivellus got into my house as well I was gonna get mad. Finally Mcgonagall called my name. As I walked toward the chair, I got a weird sensation. What if I didn't get into Gryffindor? What if I got into Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw or worse Slytherin? People like Evans, or the looney kid or the chubby one could get into Gryffindor but not me? I sat down as my heart beated fast. But the hat nearly touched my head when it yelled 'GRYFFINDOR'. And I smiled like a maniac. "Yes!"

PETER P.O.V I really liked Remus. He was the first person I talked to. And he had been so nice. Then I met James and Sirius. Being their friend would be incredible. And they didn't like Remus. At least James didn't. But they were my dormmates now. And Remus was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he decided Hogwarts was too much for him and decided to leave? I tried not to think too much about it.

James and Sirius were chatting on James' new bed. I decided to join them. "...and honestly did you hear? That Evans girl was going to give us away. What a prig. Maybe we should prank her as well" James was saying "Yeah I know" responded Sirius "Oi, do you think she and Snivellus are dating?" he asked smirking "Argg, disgusting mate" James said and Sirius laughed "Although they would make a great couple, you know? Annoying one and annoying two" Sirius smirked. "Who? The ginger girl?" I asked "Oh she is pretty, right?" They both looked at me. "Speaking of annoying" James whispered to Sirius. Then he looked at me smiling "Mate" he said "What was your name again?" I blushed. "Peter" "Peter" said Sirius "There's your bed. Why don't go to organize your things or something?" James tried to hide his laughter. Oh boy, being friends with them was going to be way more difficult than I thought. "Okay" I said standing up and going to my bed. The boys continued chatting. Suddenly Remus got into the dorm. And everyone looked at him. I smiled. "Hi" I said coming towards him He smiled at me. "Where were you?" I asked "Everyone picked up a bed already. There's yours" I said pointing at the one near the door. "Any bed is fine" he answered smiling. "I was taking to Dumbledore" I stopped listening, looking at his scars. I wanted to ask him what were those for. I've never watched a kid like that before. But I didn't dare to. "So, Looney" said James to Remus "Don't mind me asking, how did you get those scars?" I was shocked at his question. And I admired his confidence. Why couldn't I be like that? Remus looked pale. He didn't answer. "I think those are cool" Sirius said smirking "You're like a rebel. Did you get into fighting on the street?" "He looks like a pirate" I said smiling "Wicked" "Like a what?" Sirius asked. I forgot he was a pureblood. Before I could respond, James spoke. "So? Looney? Are you gonna answer?" Remus sighed. He probably had been asked that many times before. "I fell of my bike, when I was little" he said James and Sirius looked at each other. "What's a bike?" they asked at the same time. I laughed at that. Remus and I smiled at each other. We were the only ones who knew about the muggle world. Remus rolled his eyes and went to his bed closing the curtains.

The next weeks passed too quickly. And I tried to befriend James and Sirius. But they seemed to ignore me. And Remus was trying to ignore them. Hiding in his books. I wish I could tell you Remus and I became best friends. I really liked him, and we talked now and then. But I honestly prefered being with the other boys. They seemed like they had fun. So one day at Potions I overheard them speaking about their next prank. They were planning on painting the slytherins hair pink. "Sounds great" I said "I could help" "Honestly" James said "Who is taking to you?" I ignored him. "Maybe I could be the distraction. You know how much I love to talk" "Or maybe you can shut up" James said a little too loud. "Boys" Professor Slughorn said "Eyes on your potion" "Maybe he's right" whispered Sirius "we do need a distraction, to get the ingredients for the potion" I smiled to Sirius. "Have you gone mad Black?" James asked "Potter! Just imagine our sweet Snivellus with greasy pink hair. He'd be a sensation" We looked at Snivellus sitting two tables away. James smiled. "Fine" he said "But if you spoil this Pettigrew, we'll never speak to you again" "Thank you!" I said. Professor Slughorn glanced at me so I lowered my voice "I promise I won't dissapoint you. I think we are going to have so much fun and then we could..." "Hush" said Sirius And I stopped talking but I was smiling.

The prank was a success. We got detention. But it was worthy. I was part of the group. I felt bad for Remus though, he was lonely. Always reading some book or something. I could tell the boys to include him, but I was scared of losing them. It wasn't until Professor McGonagall paired us up together, that I spoke to him.

"It feel like ages since we've talked" I said to him. "Because now you hang out with your new friends" he said looking at James and Sirius. "I'm sorry I..." "It's fine Pete" he said smiling "I'm not good at friendships anyway" "Why?" I asked him He didn't answer. "Besides, I don't know why you like them. There are both idiots" "They are actually not. They are cool" "Pete, they treat you like shit" I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Partially it was true. But I like being around them. I felt powerful.

It wasn't until the end of October that something changed. We were gathered in our dorm. Planning the next prank for Halloween. Dancing skeletons to be placed on each table. "You want some sweets?" I asked Remus who was sitting on his bed reading a book. He looked oddly sick. He said no and continued to ignore us. "I told you he is weird" James whispered. Sirius looked at Remus curiously. "Anyway let's continue" said James "What spell do we know that would make them move?" "Tarantallegra" I suggested "No but we need them to do what we want them to" We all thought for a while. Until Remus sighed "The Locomotion Charm" he said. "Who asked you, Looney?" said James "Wait shh James" said Sirius "What did you say?" Remus sighed again "You can control them with that one" "We could use that one" Sirius suggested to James "What?" James asked But Sirius ignored him at looked at Remus "Can you teach us? We could get you some chocolate or something" Remus was silent for a while, but then he rolled his eyes "Fine" "Okay, Looney" said James "But if doesn't work, you're gonna pay for it"

It worked. The skeletons were a success and we didn't get detention because Dumbledore liked them. He said they were appropiate for the festivities. A few days later as we sat at breakfast, Sirius yelled: "Hey Lupin" Remus looked at him "Come sit with us" "Mate" James protested "Why did call him?" "He is a genius. We could use that kid for future pranks. And he is our dormmate Potter. Grow up" "Shuttit" James protested I couldn't avoid feeling a bit jelaous. And insecure. I really liked Remus, I did. But what if James and Sirius decided he was better or cooler than me? What if I lose them? And end up having not friends at all? "James is right he is kind of annoying" I said "See?" James said pointing at me "I thought you liked him" Sirius said "I do" Remus sat next to me. "What's up?" Sirius smiled at him "How are you Lupin?" "Good" Remus looked at us but no one spoke. "So, what? Do you want me to teach you another spell? Because I would like more chocolate for it" Sirius laughed. "You're funny" He was paying him more attention than he ever payed to me. Don't be jelaous Pete. They are not going to abandond you. Right? "He's not funny" James whispered "That spell you gave us was useful" Sirius continued "Where did you learned it?" "Emm... My dad taught me some spells before coming here" "Wicked" "Why did he tought you spells if you were gonna learn them here?" James asked "Just in case?" "Maybe you could be useful for our next mischief" Sirius continued "Sirius..." James protested "What?" Sirius asked "We all agree he is brilliant" Here we go. Maybe Remus would be better friend than me. Please James say something. "I mean..." said James "Oh please James..." said Sirius making a pout "Agree with me. It is my Birthday" "What?" I asked "It is your Birthday mate? Why didn't you say anything?" James asked "I'm saying it now" "Happy Birthday Sirius" I said "Happy Birthday" Remus said "Thanks" then he looked at James "So?" "Let me ask you something, Lupin" James said looking at Remus "Why did you made fun of me and my mum?" Remus smiled "I wasn't... I mean I kind of was. Your hair was a mess?" Sirius laughed "C'mon mate, your hair looked ridiculous that day" James fumed at Sirius with his glare. "I didn't make fun of you" I said trying to still feel included. "I thought it was cool" "Thanks Pete" said James. I felt relieved James was speaking to me for once in a good tone. "I guess we could give the Loo... Lupin a chance" Sirius smiled. And Remus blushed. "What do you think Pete?" asked Sirius Wait, was he asking my opinion? I felt I wasn't part of the group. That they were only using me. But I was wrong. They were asking for my opinion. Suddenly I felt relieved. I was their friend. The boys looked at me. I smiled "It would be amazing for Remus to join" Remus blushed even more. But he smiled. "So it's settled" said Sirius smiling "Up to plan the next prank boys" "Wait" said Remus "Who said I wanted to be part of your gang?" but he smiled. We all laughed at that.

#harry potter #marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #lily evans #severus snape #hogwarts #sorting hat

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thesquidgame · 3 years

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i do give a shit

Summary: Five And Diego talk for the first time in years, (40 for one, and 17 for another)

100. “I have always loved you, and I’m never going to stop.”

word count: 1.1k

a/n: i hate this a lot, my intrusive thoughts kicked in while writing this so it's painful. i couldn't edit it. i wouldn't write it if it wasn't my first request (thanks btw! i how you like it's :)) i kinda want affirmation that it isn't gross or incesty bc my ocd is a little bitch. i know it's not but my head is bad.

warnings: suicide mention, abuse, trauma, scars, child death, death

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Some people are meant to die. The lucky ones do. The unlucky ones are stuck living. But, most people in this situation, get the gift of death. The Hargreeves siblings (with an exception of one) weren’t as lucky.

The kids had always ranked their trauma, but at a certain age, they couldn’t repeat it anymore. And when their brothers died there was a piece of the pain missing. Diego and Five weren’t close. The golden boy and the piece of shit kid who cries at needles. Guess which was which.

But, out of the three “angels” Five was Diego’s favorite. When Vanya and Diego practiced guitar at two am Five would always check up on Vanya and make sure she’s okay. You can’t trust anyone in this family, and when he was a kid Diego thought that Five was a prime example of this (but as time went on it disproved this) but at least he cared. Not good at showing it, but still caring.

So, when Five disappeared, Diego didn’t care at first. But as time went on he began to see how the veil covering their fractured lives slowly started to get pulled off. The fractures made it shatter. Every year he missed Five more. Diego missed his brother.

He stayed up with Vanya and helped her make sandwiches, he sat by Five’s statue every year on their birthday, he mailed Allison a picture of her and Five when Claire was born, he told Eudora about Five the first time they heard a missing 13-year-old report on their police scanner.

So yeah, Diego missed Five. Laugh all you want.

So when a fucking portal opened up out of the sky, Diego was happy. Internally, of course, but happy. Still brooding and never talking to Five, but happy.

He avoided his little (big?) brother whenever he could. Acting like a divorced couple trading off Klaus in parking lots.

He wished he could’ve saved Five. Someway, somehow, tackled him to the ground and said “DONT YOU FUCKING ZAP AROUND TODAY”.

But that didn’t happen. And Five got more fucked up than any kid ever deserved to. Diego got fucked up, but Five shouldn’t have to go through that thing alone.

“Hey, dumbass” Diego was sitting in a bar, drawing his sorrows in beer.

He turned around to see his brother behind him, in his stupid uniform from when they were kids (even though one of them still technically was one). “Yeah, ‘bro’”.

“I spent 40 years trying to save your ass and you’re drinking cheap beer and trying to forget the only family you have.”

Diego traced the scar that left his hair missing on his head and wondered if this family was worth remembering. “What’s not to forget.”

Five unusually stayed in silence, and Diego could swear he heard a feeble me but then he snapped back and said “we’re the only thing you have left.”

Diego glared at the kid. “Okay, we’re leaving, c’mon, let’s go.”

Five glared back with a scalding gaze in his eyes. “Fine. We’re going home.”

He would’ve complained, but arguing with a time-traveling, teleporting, young old man, was not on his agenda.

He grumbled as he paid his tab, took a last swig of beer, and made his way out of the pub to his car.

He unlocked and started up his car, and Diego could tell that Five was pissed that he wasn’t driving. Good. No matter how much he wanted to remember, the drive home was muscle memory from anyplace in the city that sold alcohol. Just because he preached to Klaus about not messing up his body, he figured that he was canceling himself out.

Diego pulled the keys out of the ignition and sighed, rubbing his eyes outside of his old house. Five rolled his eyes and opened the car door “come on, let’s get fucking moving. I’ll have mom make us some sandwiches and cider.

No man, however strong, ever wants to go back to the place where his father tortured him and where he had to kill his mom (only to have her resurrected again, but still devastationg. Even though that was exactly what Five was making him do. He didn’t have enough time to think about what Five was feeling, he was the one making him do this.

“Welcome home Diego!” It hurt him that only a few days ago he had to kill her to ‘save’ her. No one should have to do that to their mom. Especially not when your mom was the only thing that kept you from killing yourself when you were 11.

“Hey, mom.” Now he gave her all the hugs he could.

“Mother, could you please make us some sandwiches?” Five so rudely interrupted.

“Of course Sweetie.” She said smiling at her ‘youngest’ son before she walked out of the room to the kitchen.

Diego grumbled and sat down on the steps, pulling out a knife and twirling it around using his fingers. Five sat down next to him and stared off into the distance.

After a few minutes of (un)comfortable silence, Five interjected. “I never forgot stopped trying to find my family, you know.”

Diego stilled his hands and responded to his brother “what?”

“Every single day for 40 years I tried to get back to my family. Through the scars and the delusions and the trauma, I worked. And now that I’m back no one gives a shit. The apocalypse is in a few days and my siblings are getting wasted and high. A thanks would be nice.”

Five looked at Diego with anger and sadness.

“You’re my brother. It’s just jealousy and pity. You didn’t have to go through what we did, but you also went through something horrible. We’re numb. After getting broken enough times, your just bendy.”

Five was angry, he stood up and started yelling at Diego, while pacing, which the man sitting on the stairs started playing with his knife again. “I went through hell every single fucking day. And your only excuse is that you sad??? YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, NO ONE IN THIS FAMILY UNDERSTANDS!!!!” Five was out of breath “No one cares about me.”

This made Diego chuck his knife next to Five’s head “HEY. YOU ARE MY BROTHER AND I’M ALWAYS GOING TO LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT! I care about you, and just because I can’t show it well doesn’t mean that you aren’t my brother and that I missed you! You are always gonna be my brother, which means that I do give a shit.”

Five looked apprehensive at first, then he gave Diego an awkward hug, which Diego then immediately returned, with an equally awkward bear hug.

“You’re my little bro, and if it makes you feel better, we’ll save the world I guess.”

#tua #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #tua2 #diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #fanfiction #fanfic #grace hargreeves

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caprina-mints · 4 years

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The Creepypasta Turning Into Kids for 1 Week and Their S/O has to Take Care of them:

Ask me if you want a Part 2 :3

Toby :

◈ Lots of cuddles and smooches from you

◈High Key loves to be carried by you and wrapping his arms around your neck.

◈ Will Cry and have terrible Panic attacks when you put him down and leave.

◈ " Toby what's wrong sweetie? I just went to the bathroom"

◈ " Y-you l-l-left M-me! D-Don't l-leave p-please I I-I L-love Y-ou"

◈ Your heart going so soft for this sweetheart that you scoop Toby up and give Toby soothing hugs .

◈a lot of pecks and small kisses landing on his cheeks.

◈This Little Toby is always hungry so he asks you to make his favorite food all the time.

◈ He watches you cook while sitting on his stool in adoration.

◈ Starts yelling I Love You for no reason and startles you everytime.

◈ Constantly asking you to give him a kiss.

◈ Bath time was His Favorite time of the day because you two bathe together.

◈ He likes to wash your hair for you and secretly uses your shampoo so you two will smell the same.

◈ You Two always hang out in the living room and he always falls asleep every time while laying on your tummy.

◈ One Time when you two fell asleep on the couch he suddenly turned back to normal and when you woke up you found a very naked Toby wrapping his arms around your waist.

Jeff the Killer :

✧ " Noo! Y/n! I'm a fucking Kid! My Dick is so small! "

✧You had to Comfort Jeff Because the poor smile child was traumatized by what he had become.

✧ " How the fuck am I supposed to make people go to sleep when I'm this tiny!? "

✧It consist of him being a brat and complaining all the time.

✧He still acts the same unlike Toby. But took advantage of his current form to boss you around.

✧So you got back at him by forcing him to wear a fairy costume given by Sally.

✧Revenge had never been this sweet.... Until he started crying.

✧Wtf he actually cried so now you're carrying him around while slowly cradling him and giving him soft kisses on his forehead.

✧He took advantage of it again and he was groping your boobs while sobbing and acting pitiful.

✧You let him have his way but you immediately dropped him when he slid his hand inside your shirt.

✧He started crying again and this time you shoved a candy inside his mouth to shut him up.

✧He kept spitting it out but you shove another one every time he did it.

✧" Jeff Put the Knife down! "

✧ You ended up treating him since he cut himself with his knife multiple times.

✧" But I wanna go out! "

✧He was being sulky because you took his knife away and now he won't eat so you had to feed him.

✧ Days later During Bath time where you were supposed to bathe him he suddenly turned back and let's just say he snuck up behind you and the two of you didn't just take a bath inside the bathroom ;3

Kagekao :

✤You didn't know about it for the majority of the days until he suddenly sneaked up on you when you were in your bed and stole a kiss.

✤" Look y/n! I'm a kid now! I can pull even cooler pranks like this! "

✤ He started pulling pranks on everyone and it took you a lot of persuading to stop everyone from burning kagekao.

✤ " kagekao! No wine! "

✤ " But I'm Thiiirsttyyyy! "

✤You were his next Victim and it ended so Bad that you had to ignore him and locked yourself in your room for the whole day.

✤ You Ignored him and he stayed outside your door knocking and saying sorry.

✤ Soon he started banging on your door violently and you were taking none of it so you put on your earphones and listened to music.

✤ You felt bad but what he did made you so angry that you wanted to strangle him even if he was a kid.

✤ You felt really guilty when you woke up and 4 hours had passed but you could still hear him banging outside.

✤ You opened the door and acted tough but once you saw him with his teary and heartbroken expression you melted.

✤ You felt even worst when you saw his tiny clawed hands bruised and bloody from knocking on your door.

✤ When you hosited him up he wrapped his tiny arms around your neck and started crying and saying sorry.

✤ It broke your heart and you started soothing him and telling him it was fine and you were sorry too for being too hard on him.

✤ While treating his bloody hands you couldn't help but start shedding tears at how bad his hands were.

✤ He panicked and thought he did something wrong and started saying sorry again you shushed him with a kiss on the cheeks. You gave his knuckles a kiss after you Bandaged his hands.

✤ It didn't take long for him to turn back and luckily you two were in your room when he turned back. He was asleep and naked at that time and you were awake.

✤ You climbed on top of him and gave him a long kiss even though he was asleep but it didn't take long for him to respond.

✤ " I love you " You muttered after the kiss and he replied immediately and everything was nice until he decided to grab your hips and grind you on 'that' area a devious smile on his face.

Masky :

✵ You were happy when you found out about it because how bad could a child masky be instead of his usual self?.

✵ Oh boy, You have never been so wrong in your entire life. He was as difficult as before and he keeps snapping and bossing you around.

✵ and of course you had the courage to taunt him and tease him because he wasn't big or strong enough to man handle you and fuck you to next week.

✵ You were happy about that fact but little masky was so demanding. If you refuse to carry him he stands on something and jumps on you.

✵ This happened a lot of times and he never stops until you carry him...

✵ Like Jeff he starts groping and getting all touchy with your boobs and you had to rip him away from your chest every time.

✵ He's still the same and keeps giving sarcastic and snarky remarks.

✵ Masky and Hoodie were incharge of grocery shopping but since Masky was too little you had to tag along.

✵ guess what? Masky was still the jealous and possessive man as he was before and demands that you carry him while grocery shopping.

✵ And when a man gets too close to you he starts yelling 'mommy!' Or ' Mommy why do you have AIDS? ' and ' Mommy you were a man before? '

✵ And you were so embarrassed and annoyed with his bitch ass attitude so you shoved him towards hoodie and grabbed the cart so you could do the shopping yourself away from masky.

✵ Everything was going well for you but Masky on the other hand kept squirming and struggling against hoodie's hold. And he even threatened hoodie to let him go.

✵ Hoodie had the chance to let him go but after what masky had done Hoodie was more afraid of what You could do to Masky if you were pushed too hard. So he didn't let go.

✵ And the most unbelievable and surprising thing happened.

✵ Masky Cried , whined and wailed like a baby.

✵ He had Big round tears running down his cheeks and you and Hoodie couldn't even think straight because--

✵ What the fuck he knew how to cry? Like what????.

✵But knowing Masky he was doing that so he could get his way so you ignored him. But he got Hoodie in trouble... Also you.

✵ " Help this man is kidnapping me and my mommy doesn't Care! " He shouted while crying and pointing at you and hoodie

✵ Oh shit you and hoodie are in for some deep trouble because of how bratty masky was. You heard a lot of nasty commented from old aunty gossipers in the crowd that was piling up. And those nasty things were about you being a terrible mom.

✵ Hoodie immediately let go of masky when two guards approached him and he ran towards you hugging your leg and he bit your damn leg.

✵ You winced and held back your voice. You were even interviewed by the guards and how irresponsible you were for being so unaware.

✵ Masky had a smug grin the whole time. Hoodie gave up and waited on the counter while masky rode on the Shopping cart.

✵ He kept nagging and ranting about how he's going to get you back but you were so angry and tired with his bullshit that you didn't even have the energy to talk to him or even look at him.so you just continued shopping.

✵ Masky noticed it and when he bit your arm to look at him he was shocked when you glared at him coldly and just pulled your hand away from him .

✵ He tried so many ways to get you to talk and you didn't. He even tried insulting you but it made it worst and this time you didn't even care about him.

✵ Once you were done shopping hoodie was driving the car and you sat on the back seat while Masky sat on the passenger's seat. You stayed silent for the rest of the ride and didn't let masky in your room that night.

✵ You didn't Talk or look at him for the following day and he threw so many temper tantrums that everyone was begging you to talk to him. But you didn't. He fucking deserves it.

✵ A few days passed and you noticed how dark circles were forming under his eyes and he even stopped eating. And one time in the bathroom when you passed by he was drinking an unhealthy amount of pills in one go.

✵ He Kept throwing temper tantrums but one day he just collapsed and you are now worried to death and blamed yourself.

✵ He just lacked sleep and he wasn't eating and the pills didn't help either that's why he collapsed.

✵ You stayed in his room and when he woke up you felt so bad and your heart was crying when he held a crestfallen expression and started crying while sobbing he managed to say " I'm sorry please don't hate me. Don't leave me... I won't do it again don't hate me please" .

✵ He sounded so heart broken and sincere that you couldn't help but hug him and whisper gentle and loving words until he calmed down. You fed him and made sure he slept properly this time .

✵ While sleeping this idiot shoves his hand in your shirt and starts groping you.

✵ you were asleep when you felt a tickling and wet feeling on your chest and when you woke up it was grown up masky on top of you sucking your... Uhhhh.... *winky face *

✵ " I've been through a lot of shit cause of you... And I need my reward "

✵ You knew you were fucked when you found out that your hands were tied on the headboard.

✵ and for the next week he had to carry you around because your legs were as wobbly as a spaghetti.

Jason The Toy maker :

✿ You honestly didn't get to give a proper reaction when A tiny Jason suddenly came running in and clinging on your leg.

✿ You screamed while yelling ' Get away!' expecting that it was Grinny cat again going for your leg because it happened last time cause Kagekao got catnip all over your leg.

✿ When you looked down you saw a very Dejected and hurt Jason who looked like he could cry any minute now

✿ " You don't... Want Me Y/n?..."

✿ You frowned at his adorable and sad reaction and was about to pick him up when his skin color changed and his arm began to rot and turn black. He gripped on your leg with sharp claws and his hair turned white.

✿ He looked up at you with glowing green eyes and said " You want me to get away from... You?.... Never... You're Mine! " His voice echoed through the mansion making you gulp.

✿ He was still scary and possessive and knowing how he still has his abilities you bent down and hosited him up giving him a kiss on his nose, forehead and cheek.

✿ That calmed him down and his appearance turned back to normal.

✿ He was with you the whole time and when you try to leave expect that a raging child demon entity is already clawing on your very being while chanting how you belong to him.

✿ You did everything together and on bath time he insists that you should use his shampoo and every hygiene products he uses so he could smell his scent on you.... A very weird act of scenting.

✿ He asked for a kiss on the lips every time but you would always say no even if it is dangerous... Hello you felt weird kissing a kid.

✿ But he threw a tantrum and started yelling how you didn't love him and lookie here his creations came alive and he was already one step away from destroying everything in the mansion.

✿ So you quickly gave him a quick small peck on his lips and it was good enough to calm him down.

✿ Laughing Jack mistaken Tiny Jason as yours and Jason's Child.

✿ Tiny Jason didn't mind it but when you try to deny it... He goes beast mode.

✿ After the whole ' almost destroying everything in the mansion ' thing. Slenderman asked you to take Jason out for a walk.

✿ You Took him for a walk and brought him to the Park. You thought it was a good idea

✿.. No it was a terrible Idea. a little boy came up to you and told you , you were pretty.

✿ Jason didn't like that and tackled the kid and was attempting to gut him with his claws.

✿ He was successful in killing the child and you ran away with Jason before anyone could notice.

✿ Once far away you scolded him and how he shouldn't do that to innocent and cute children.

✿ He saw your scolding as an act of defending kids that tried to take you away from him so he ran away from you and back at the mansion.

✿ You followed him behind and he stomped to his room locking himself in.

✿ He didn't come out for almost 3 days and you grew worried.you tried knocking before but it was no use. He kept himself in. Even when you pleaded for him to go out he didn't.

✿ You figured that he may be sulking so you used the only way you knew he'd come out... Make him jealous.

✿ You start off by saying how cute The kids were in the park and how you wanted to bring them home . And you didn't even finish what you were saying...

✿ He was already out his door crying and clinging on your leg. And of course you felt.. Terrible.

✿ You carried him back to his room where it was a complete mess with everything wrecked and destroyed. And when you took a closer look at his face it was obvious that he and been crying a lot. Wow kids are really sensitive...

✿ He started saying how bad you were for trying to leave him and that you never really loved him and it ended with Nobody is going to love me because I'm a monster. that was a critical blow to your heart so you clearly explained to him why you did that.

✿ Luckily he was being cooperative and was being understanding for some reason which slightly creeped you out.

✿ He wanted to make toys so you brought him to his creation room where he keeps everything that should be hidden.

✿ you sat him on his chair and turned your back at him facing the table to prepare his tools but...

✿ You felt two cold hands brush against your sides and it had sharp claws that dug on your skin.. It wasn't the same tiny hands that would usually cling on your leg... It was a hand bigger than yours...

✿ you were pulled against a hard chest and a his lips were nibbling on your ear while his clawed hands ran up and down your sides and squeezing your sides occasionally.

✿ " You really enjoy teasing me my little temptress~ Let's see how you'll like it~"

Eyeless Jack :

❋ You Two were out in the woods when he suddenly shrunk down his clothes piling down.

❋ You were Squealing of how adorable Jack was when his head peeked out to look at you.

❋ " Aww, Jack you're so Tinyyyy! "

❋ " Y/n get me outta here "

❋ You offered to carry him but he was being stubborn and insisted to walk on his own.

❋ he still had his hoody on and he was so adorable when he struggled to walk with his baggy hoody.

❋ He kept stumbling on his Hoody and you couldn't take it anymore. You walked even slower than normal because of him.

❋ So you bent down and carried this tiny growling demon.

❋ He was pouting and he even tried showing his tiny fangs to scare you but you found it adorable.

❋ You couldn't help but rub your cheeks with his .

❋ Tiny Jack is a bit of a Tsundere. When you got home he squirmed to get away from you which upset you greatly.

❋ He didn't mind it when other pastas touched him but he'd turn feral when it was you.

❋ You were a bit offended so you gave him what he wanted. You didn't go near him when he was around.

❋ To your surprise he was trying to get your attention. But you didn't give him the satisfaction to have your attention.

❋ Ben had turned to a child 2 days after and you and Ben happened to be close. So you spent your time playing games with him seated on your lap.

❋ E.J didn't like that and he came to the extent of fighting with Ben trying to Tear him away from you.

❋ " Don't touch her! Stay away from her! "

❋ " Jack! Get away from Him! "

❋ He was upset that you defended Ben instead of Him.

❋ " Waaaah! You don't love me anymore! You Like him! "

❋ You had to carry him to your room because he wouldn't stop crying and his tears were black and gooey so you had to give him a bath.

❋ During bath time he kept sniffling and he had his arms crossed.

❋ You didn't say anything about it so you proceeded to wash and massage his hear, scratching the back of his ears since it would always calm him down.

❋ You knew you won his favor when he started purring like a kitten and pressing further onto your touch.

❋ Once you were done he began to act clingy and wouldn't let you leave him.

❋ He even started growling and baring his fangs at the other Creepypasta males who came near you.

❋ If he had the chance he would scent you rubbing his head on your chest and neck.

❋ He cried one time when you couldn't handle his cuteness and bit his cheeks gently.

❋ You kept doing that for the rest of the week and he'd run away everytime but come running back almost immediately.

❋ You woke up at midnight because you were thirsty and tiny Jack was asleep snuggling close to you. So you had to gently move him away. And you went straight to the kitchen.

❋ You were still drowsy and when you placed the glass on the counter a hand gripped onto your wrist and you were spun around aggressively.

❋ You were faced with an Angry looking Jack, he had turned back and he was shirtless but he wasn't completely naked. He had pants on.

❋ " Why'd You Leave? Did I tell you to? "

❋ Anger was radiating off him and you couldn't bring yourself to answer so you kept silent.

❋ He lifted your chin up with his finger and roughly pressed your lips with his cold ones.

❋ He bit down on your lips making it bleed and when he pulled away he had a smirk on his face.

❋ " It's Payback time~"

❋ The next morning you had hickies and bite marks all over your body and you could barely move without flinching.

Hoodie :

❒ You were happy that Brian wasn't as Demanding and Bossy as The others.

❒ He acted more mature and timid and he refuses to let you do anything for him which you found really lovable.

❒ He was a tiny sweetheart and is contented with just having you beside him.

❒ It was nice having him as a soft tiny bean instead of the usual intimidating , cold and a bit forceful Brian.

❒ But don't be fooled though, He still has his clingy side around and when you try to leave;

❒ He'll Threaten to break your legs when he turns back.

❒ which you didn't expect to hear from his cute plump lips.

❒ He has big chubby adorable cheeks that had you swooning and pinching his cheeks.

❒ You couldn't keep your hands away from him. He was so cute and tiny minus his death threats.

❒ When you two eat he always asks to sit on your lap and have you feed gum which makes you laugh everytime.

❒ He likes it when you play with his hair when he sits on your lap .

❒ This tiny fluffball always buries his face on your chest... Ehem.. Boobs.

❒ He appreciates it if you start complimenting him about being the cutest kid you've ever known.

❒ You two had an argument when he killed a man in the convenience store knocking the mountain of canned goods on him.

❒ Because the man had complimented you on how good your ass looked and he didn't mind dating a woman who had a child.

❒ Brian was so pissed at that and he was still as dangerous as he was before.

❒ He was being so unreasonable during your arguments that you walked off leaving the mansion for a walk.

❒ When you came back and it was already dark you saw Brian sitting on the small flight of stairs on the porch holding a flashlight .

❒ When he saw you he was brought into tears and ran towards you full speed tackling you. Which almost knocked you down on the ground.

❒ This kid is heavy. You scooped him up and started apologizing for walking away and he was still trying while scolding you because he was so worried.

❒ masky came out and explained how he and Toby had to hold him down so he won't go chasing you because it was unsafe for someone his size.

❒ You felt sorry and went is due with them and Brian had his face buried in your chest not moving at all.

❒ He had his tiny hands clutching tightly on your shirt like he was afraid you'll run away again.

❒ You took him to your room where you comforted him and promised to stay by his side for as long as you could and you'll always love him.

❒ he was still on your lap facing you with red glassy eyes making your guilt swallow you.

❒ you cupped his cheeks and gave him butterfly kisses all over his face until he started chuckling.

❒ Once you finished , a puff of smoke appeared on Brian and when the smoke cleared he was no longer tiny.

❒ He was big and naked now and he was still on your lap .

❒ He cornered you with a smirk before tearing your top with ease along with the rest of your clothes.

Doctor Smiley :

♢ You honestly didn't know how to react when you opened the door to his torture chamber and saw a tiny Doctor Smiley dismembering a dead body butt naked.

♢ " Ah y/n darling would you mind looking for some clothes for me? "

♢ You just left and came back minutes after holding bear pajamas given by Trenderman.

♢ He didn't like it but he didn't have a choice.

♢ He cleaned himself and wore the bear pajamas and he looked normal for once.

♢ Even though he acted the same he still had the childish spirit that came with his transformation.

♢ He didn't like it when other people carried him but he loves piggyback rides but there was no way he'd actually say it out loud.

♢ He keeps on asking you random questions and if you liked him better that way.

♢ He was energetic and hyper which you never expected from him. But it's understandable he was a kid after all.

♢ He hated bath time and will only take a bath if you join him.

♢ But he gets really bloody and messy because of his 'job' so you had to take a bath at least 7 to 9 times a day which irritates you very much.

♢ You had it with his job and didn't let him work for the following days because he would always get hurt clearly because his tools are way bigger than he expected and he was tiny.

♢ You always had him around you since he was pretty reckless and would try to sneak away and work with every chance he had.

♢ So you kept him on your lap everytime to keep an eye on him and this tiny smiley got even weirder because he lives to grab your hand and nibble and suck on your finger.

♢ He seemed to do this unconsciously when you two are watching a movie in your room.

♢ He was so cute and harmless it was hard to believe he killed people on daily basis.

♢ You didn't expect that he would turn back so soon.

♢ You felt a pair of cold hands brushing on your thighs and you yelped when you saw an adult smiley spreading your legs and latching his lips on your thighs and he began to travel further...

♢ He began to suck and nip your thighs and you did try pulling back... But resistance was futile. That night you didn't get any sleep.

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