#the months w the exams are always so crazy

[horrible-oracle]

theres some fucken crazy days/weeks ahead of me. let's go motherfucker (ig)

#got a group presentation due to monday an essay due to sunday both of which i only today and am not really sure how to go about #then sat is my 18th bday and ive got an online class and then that night im going to a party and then like 7 hrs later meeting my mother #at a cafe and im gonna come out to her and also get an appointment to a gender clinic #and then next week ive got a test on a subject whose lectures ive never even been at cos the lecturer is unbearable #and then on the last week of march i have no classes but one exam for which im not ready at all #but the rest of the week ill use for the gender appointments which are. at a different city #and then ill come back and can start transitioning and change my docs. cant believe im so fucking close #and then i have another 2 weeks to write an intro for my research paper (should actually start sooner than that) #im hyped but also so worried #the months w the exams are always so crazy #evgesha's thoughts

[voiceofsword]

crocs/22m aridane anon

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR ADVICE

aaaaaaaah it's gonna be so hard (why is this the way im choosing to celebrate finishing major exams)

def going to get vip ii - thank the stars i saved the £25 google play voucher i got for christmas it is going to help me out somewhat

i probably will fork in a bit more but not go crazy because i don't have the money for that

is vip i also worth it or is that money better spent on dia packs?

the plan is to binge lots of the stories in my free time (and fast forward through the ones i don't really want to read), passive play the upcoming events (i have exams atm so can't dedicate full time for some of them; plus i need to save resources) to get as much dia as possible, use the weekend coupons from the official tumblr account up until and during aridane, level up my cards as best as i can (himeru why does your song have to be a sparkle - my worst attribute on the en server) then when the event hits, just grind like crazy (following the advice you've given and your hot limit experience), hope for the best and hope i get lucky on the gacha (idk if i'll be able to do full 10 10 pulls, so im just gonna hope i get good luck

being realistic, i need to lower my expectations, because 22m is going to be very very hard let's just hope the autism gets me through this

once again thank you so much for all the tips, i want the himeru 5 star so bad (i spent half a year slowly grinding event memorial coins to get him on jp server) and i want the secret outfit (but i could live without it) (at least obbligato is a tour and is ages away after this [around 11 months])

good luck in your efforts with aridane!

(what milestone are you going for?)

good luck anon (both with your exams and the event)!! ;w;

if anything, you could consider going for 7.5m, or 11m? since those are a bit more accessible, you could still go for a form of scr if you go for the latter, and that way you're more prepared for the next time you choose to scr something!

i personally always have vip I active, i think it's a good way to earn passive dia, the 30bp cap is very nice so you dont have to set constant alarms when your bp caps, so i definitely recommend it if you can allow yourself to get it! i also think that since we're most likely getting the cospro banners for wwys around the time ariadne drops, we might get some dia or ticket packs on sale then that would be worth checking out — with the starpro one, the 4.99 and 9.99 ones were the most worthwhile iirc

also, i'm planning on going 22m for it! i've been saving up since hot limit, only digging into my funds for fs rinne and cowboy niki scr and since i play basically everyday i was able to recoup that pretty easily! i'm gonna try to keep a better documented run this time around so that i have concise info to give when ppl ask questions though :-) !!!!

#i keep flipflopping between 22m and lower bc of all the banners i wanan pull on beforehand but. Merumeru.... #asobi next week .. fox rinne.... wwys banners in july...smiling with no teeth

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

Morty had a simple task. After all the screw ups he accidentally (and deliberately) made, Rick decided that there must be at least one thing he was good at.

They found that thing he was good at.

Something that didn't required him to do anything, just sit nicely in Rick's lap, not moving, not complaining, just sitting, keeping Rick's soft cock in his hole until the genius decided that he needed more stimulation to have more creative ideas.

They both loved their little arrangement - Rick got that sweet, sweet ass for himself, so obedient now that he didn't have time to complain anymore, and Morty got the discipline and love, Rick's attention that he desperately needed in his life. He wanted to be wanted-

And Rick needed him.

Not for his brain waves, not for his slave labor, no. He needed Morty's body, his admiration, his unconditional surrender. And Morty loved that.

Sure, sometimes it was uncomfortable, when he had to keep Rick's huge cock in his throat for hours, or humiliating, when Rick required his holes during family dinner, or tiring when Rick was in one of his moods when he wanted to pound into Morty's ass for hours without rest.

But he never wanted it to stop. He never safeworded out. He just wanted to be a good boy for Rick, for his beloved grandfather. His Daddy.

It started with Rick, slurring and inebriated, ordering Morty, "C-come he-eeugrp-re, b'by, s'tn D-Daddy's la-urp-p."

The young boy froze, almost passing out from the sudden rush of emotions and blood flooding his body. He didn't know how much desperate and needy he had been to hear those words before Rick said them, but it felt like a whole new world opened for him.

(Well, that, and his asshole to accommodate Rick's superhuman girth.)

The first few times were strictly when Rick was a hairbreadth away from pass-out drunk, barely thinking of anything other than his own needs, but now it was practically a guarantee that it would happen every evening, even when he was as sober as he could ever be. In better days, more than once - him, sitting on Daddy's lap, or sitting in front of him, mouth open and lax, warming his cock for him like a good boy.

"Mooooorty," burped Rick, undoing the buttons on his jeans, pulling himself out of his pants. The soft cock surrounded by lovely blue tuffs made Morty's mouth water, already feeling his asshole clenching emptily. He tiptoed towards his grandpa, bare feet barely touching the cold, hard ground, blushing even after months of being used as a living fleshlight. "B-be a good boy, and d-urp-on't keep Daddy w-waiting."

A smirk played on Rick's lips, attracting Morty like a moth to a flame. When the young boy reached the sitting embodiment of temptation, Rick reached out, fisting Morty's hair, pulling him into a deep, wet, utterly filthy kiss.

"Sit, and w-warm Daddy's cock like the g-good little toy you are" he growled, his cock already filling with blood. Even in mostly flaccid state, it was bigger than Morty's forearm, and it should have been scary and frightening, yet all it did to the young boy was exciting him more. He knew he could take it - he wanted to take it, so why be scared?

"Y-y-yes, Daddy," Morty mumbled, fluttering his eyes that he knew drove Rick crazy. The hunger in his grandfather's eyes was almost palpable, but all he did was pat his lap.

"N-not now. Daddy n-upr-need to concentrate."

Morty pouted, but shuffled onto the seat, one let on each side of Rick's thighs, knowing that even if they wouldn't have sex at that moment, at least he could enjoy Daddy's cock filling him up as Rick was occupied with whatever invention he was doing that time.

He put his hands on Rick's shoulders to keep his balance, and moved himself to the perfect position for Rick's cock to brush his entrance. He was already stretched and prepared, lube dripping from his hole - he was always prepared to be used. In the middle of an exam, during an adventure, in his sleep… always.

With a trembling exhale, he lowered himself on the half-erect cock, bottoming as the gravitation pulled him down, letting out a long, broken moan. Being filled with Rick's cock was the best thing in the whole multiverse.

When he was fully seated, he wrapped his arms around Rick's neck, burying his face into his shoulder, making himself comfortable for the long hours of inventing. Rick chuckled darkly, stroking Morty's neck, shoulder blades, along his spine.

"Good boy, so sexy and p-perfect, all for Daddy. T-the best b-boy, best Mooooorty in the whole m-multiverse. N-now, just sit there, do-uourgh-n't move, and keep my cock nice and w-warm," he murmured.

And Morty did exactly that; sitting there's impaled on Rick's cock, not doing anything, just being the perfect, pretty cock warmer for him, whimpering, but not moving even when Rick shifted, rolled from one station to the other as he looked for the different parts he needed for his mysterious invention.

He was trembling with the effort to stay still - but he was a good boy. Good boys didn't move, didn't complain, didn't search for more friction to alleviate the tension that was building up in their abdomen.

Good boys took everything without shifting or budging, even when their grandpas were whispering tempting, naughty things into their ears. They kept still. Aching and tortured, tears running down their cheeks and drenching their Ricks' clothes, quivering and being a needy messes, but sitting still.

And he was a good boy. A best boy for his Rick.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rickorty #rick and morty fanfiction #lemon

[blogging-thots]

May 15 2023

My first week of break and tmr I got a Dr appointment for blood drawn , so hopefully I’m healthy :)))

I’m very glad I passed my DANB ICE EXAM bc sheeeesh I was soooo nervous about it and was ready to cry LOL

When time comes for the DANB radiology + chair side , I PRAY I PASS THOSE TOO 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💛💛💛💛💛💛

thank goodness I finished 2nd semester successfully , even though I was on the pass or fail line ! SKAJSJSKDNWKSNKQNDWJJSS NEVER AGAIN !! I NEED TO KEEP MY SELF UP AND TOGETHER BC WOOOOOO THAT WAS TOUGH

Summer semester , I guess I’m ready 😭🤣

Remember to always read the book 💀💀💀

3 months anniversary of dating Trae is in 2 days ,,,, crazy

I don’t think he remembers 💀💀💀

For some reason today , I’m feeling toxic and decided not to respond to him , but I did reply to his Good Morning message but after that I just didn’t

Idk whats wrong w me , maybe bc it’s almost my period day , and it’s supposed to start tmr ,,, it’s also been really hot bc summer is about to start

Idk why I keep doubting Trae,,,, maybe bc of my past 2 relationships that was in HS 💀💀💀💀💀 but I know Kass said not to bring those feelings into this relationship bc this is a new start and that it’s not fair to Trae if I’m being toxic with myself like this ,,,, ugh I hate my brain

I wrote Trae another anniversary letter and gave it to him on May 9 , but he never gave me a proper response ,,,, he did say that the translation app couldn’t translate it well ,,, but idk about that bc I sent the other 2 before this and I think it was fine ,,, but whatever ,,,, I don’t think he even really cares for those letters even tho he said he likes them ,,, I kinda expect him to respond with something meaningful,,, but I guess a “Thank you baby” is enough ?????? I shouldn’t expect much from him like Tanya said bc in the end , I’m only hurting my feelings and no one else.

I was also supposed to write the 2nd letter in my hand writing since he wanted a hand written one for memories instead of the printed one , but I’m not doing it bc I don’t think it’s needed since I don’t feel appreciated enough with the letters I wrote.

I don’t think I’ll be writing anniversary letters to him anymore , I think that 3rd letter is final, it’s just a waste of my time to write those letters, if I’m not getting a proper response from him.

On May 1 , he was worried about me bc he thought my parents blocked him from my contacts , so he wasn’t focusing well at work and kept making errors, and so Vicky sent him home , so he could rest.

^^^^that’s what Vicky (Co Boss) and Manager told me when I went to go buy a to go during that week.

So idk why acting toxic , and not responding to him today ,,,, but I did this night when he texted jokingly on Snapchat that he’ll need to call 911 since I’m not responding. And I responded back with “🤣💀 they’ll call you stupid” and responded with a sad character sticker and I opened the chat but didn’t reply and that was around 11pm I think and now it’s 12am and he didn’t text back,,,, so whatever.

I know he worked today and doesn’t have time to text me constantly , but idk why I keep thinking this way.

I don’t think I’ll reply to him tmr , maybe just the morning message I’ll respond but after that I don’t think I will ,,, he doesn’t even have any decent / in depth conversation with my thru text messages. It’s all “I miss you and love you baby” “I want to kiss and hug you” that’s about it thru out the whole text messages and I really appreciate that he miss me , loves me, and what’s to kiss and hug me, but where’s the conversation???? There’s nothing, so it causes me to be bored and don’t even want to talk.

I’m always the one trying to have conversations thru text w him , but he doesn’t even do that with me ,,, I think in person we’re fine but thru text it’s awful that I don’t even want to talk to him ,,, I rather watch YouTube all day than text him probably.

I used to ask him the basic questions like “how’s work?” “How’s he feeling?” “Did he sleep well?” “How was his day overall?” But now I don’t bother to do so bc he doesn’t even ask me those.

Whenever I’m having toxic thoughts, I think about breaking this relationship off , it’s bad that I think that but I can’t help it.

I guess him worrying about me to point that he can’t focus on his job properly should be a sign that he truly does care about me , but idk ,,,, I really do love him ,,, but whenever I keep thinking more and more , I start to think that I will be better off single than be w him.

I guess I’ll hold on a for the time being and if I’m still not happy with myself being in a relationship with him then I guess I will break up with him.

Sometimes I want to tell him to stop texting me bc I’m tired and don’t have the energy or capacity to talk but I don’t want him to think it’s bc of him , bc sometimes it’s not and it’s just my brain being toxic to myself again.

I told him before my 3 week break started that I’ll be working May 22 & 29 @ Pizza , so he could come see me ,,,, idk if I want him to come any more ,,,, I guess I’ll try not to talk to him as much during this week and see how it goes, maybe he might not show up bc of me not responding back to him frequently.

I feel like I always want to get to know him more by asking questions about his likes and dislikes ,,, but to me it seems that he doesn’t want to get to know me more or even care about that. Or maybe the reason he doesn’t ask is bc he doesn’t want to weird me out and rather learn what I like and dislike along the way.

I really hate my thoughts ,,, they always get to me to the point that it’s toxic for my mentality.

[awsugar]

im on effexor instead of lexapro now but i still have exactly the same dream related side effects!! they’re so in depth and hours long and they’re either mundane as fuck, like i go to work or take an exam or go the supermarket and make dinner, all in real time. or they’re off the wall insane and still intensely vivid, sometimes deeply disturbing and stressful, sometimes cool, sometimes just. what the fuck is happening in my subconscious.

i had an mcr concert dream in which the venue was really shit (but had great food) and they were playing on a stage to the left of everyone, and they opened w vampire money and then gerard did a ‘magic trick’ to vanish (clearly covered by a sheet) and they brought motionless on white on stage to finish the set doing bad covers. but frank was heckling them from side stage the whole time for being cheaters (i know nothing about the marital status of motionless in white so fuck knows where this came from)

anyway this was just one facet of another very long and confusing dream. but yeah. antidepressants have some weird side effects, i often wake up tired because i feel like i’ve just been through a four hour ordeal in my mind instead of sleeping. it’s easier to lucid dream too if you’ve noticed that? hope u aren’t getting too many stress dreams, i think mine settled after a while on a stable lexapro dose <3

omfg that is so funny. and yea my last med i was on for years, saphris, gave me crazy fucking dreams but in a different way. they were way more like. idk. abstract?? like not related to real life at all. just really really bizarre and vivid. but it was moslty in the beginning of when i was taking that one, i stopped remembering my dreams nearly as much after a while. but so far on lexapro its every single night. and yea, they go on for hours. i know they say you only dream for like 15 minutes but i do not think thats true, on lexapro at least. im CONFIDENT that im dreaming for wayyyy longer than that. i did try to google to see if anyone else was talking about lexapro dreams online and i couldnt really find anything?? but i did find something that said lexapro has an effect on your dreams in which is pushes your REM cycle back to last few hours of sleep, and i totally feel like thats true because like my basic sleep schedule is set an alarm for like 9am because im being optimistic about being able to get out of bed and then i like always set an alarm for later and go back to sleep, and that time im sleeping in the morning is when im mostly having these dreams. or like sometimes both. ill have a crazy dream and wake up to my first alarm and text my friends about it and then i go back to sleep and when i wake up im like 'i had another one'.

but the lucid dream thing, yes!! i havent really had lucid dreams on lexapro yet, but i had multiple lucid dreams on saphris. again, they were more concentrated during the first couple months of me taking it. i think last week during one of my dreams though i did realize i was asleep and i decided i wanted to wake up but it was different, and i 'woke up' but it was still in the dream. like i dreamt that i woke up but i actually hadnt. if that makes sense. im actually hoping i can get to the point of lucid dreaming on lexapro though because thats something i miss. i like being able to control it like. its fun. realizing youre dreaming and have full control so you decide to hang out with mcr. LOL.

#anonymous #asks

[asbestieos]

we used to be friends, way before, and like, wow, youve gone so far, proud of you

🥹🥹🥹 oh my goodness!! anon if youre who i think you are (i am somewhat confident in my silly hunch), im so happy to know youre still out there even if we dont talk anymore!!! admittedly i have the most terrible memory ever so i barely remember much of our time together (i wish i remembered more!! but as is, i cant even remember the last time i showered lmfao) but since its been such a long time, i hope its ok if i give you a Riley Life Update of the past.. two, three years? <- it feels like it has been longer than that 😭😭

2020!! i graduated!! i enrolled in school! i girlslayed hard! however due to World Events, i cant go to school in person and am relegated to online classes in my room </3 unfortunately im also in the deepest depths of my genshin phase and ran both my own And denver’s acc. sometimes i paid for her acc’s battlepass too it was bad DBDKBFJ

2021! girlslaying starting to fail from burnout and severe depression from being shut in! i passed my first semester exams with flying colors! i failed all but one of my second semester exams. also come january im both afflicted with covid and experiencing a bad bed bug infestation. #girlsuffering. i dropped out in the summer ^_^ this is when the terrible moodswings hit (i thought they were moodswings but as it turns out, i was incredibly emotionally unstable!! more on this later)

2022!! last year oh my gosh! denver and jasper/moth and i started talking about moving in together, which requires me to have money of course. so aprilish i get a job! i work at starbucks! i girlslay REALLY hard. i also start playing ensemble stars (the beginning of my curse……..). come july i had a massive breakdown and almost broke up with denver and our mutual friend group 👍 it was Bad bad.. but things worked out? <- this experience has led me to believe im probably a bpd haver becos of how wildly unstable i am. fun! crasy asf!

moving plans fall through as summer goes by, im still employed at my job, still havent gotten my license yet but it is ok i will get it soon, and come 2023, moving plans are back on!! hopefully will be seen-through ny the time summer comes…

tldr i have bpd, i dropped out and got a job, im gay a shit over idol bot gacha game, and by summer, ill hopefully be moved in with denver!! yeha those are the important updates! for me at least. randys in college now btw!!! in her sophomore year!! shes incredible truly! she lives on campus so i usually only see her once a month or so but shes literally awesome ^_^

very long update post and i made it all about me 💔 theres history between us that ive unfortunately forgotten and im sad that ive forgotten (then again i could always read back, but every time ive tried, ive only cringed at myself like OOGH is that me?? sickening) but im really glad to have gotten this anon!! if youre not the person i think you are thats okay and also i am sorry i assumed UEGEJVFDJF i needed this i think to try and reflect back on. the crazy ass time my newrly three years of adult life has been.. im 21 in july!!! crazy as hell!

i also hope the formatting is ok, i try to break up big paragraphs w/o starting a brand new one for the sake of readability <:] i think i mightbe learned that from you? i dont remember though guwbddjjd.. but i think about you on the occasion as i do with everyone ive ever met ever and im glad to know youre still kicking it like i am.. life is rough a hell 💔

theres not enough words i can say that can make up for not remembering us too well and also for saying and doing hurtful things to you if theres one thing ive not forgotten, its that i was not a very nice person way back when. but i hope now youre in a better place and you have friends who love you just as much as i did and still do!!

i have to go to work but uuwheuehehhehehrhfht thank you for reaching out anon i hope this post was nice to read and feel free to live in my inbox for forever, even if you wanna stay anonymous forever i dont mind! if youre not the person i was thinking of, rest well with the joy that youve given me a moment to reflect on myself euwhhwrh but if you ARE the person i was thinking of. im sorry i hurt you. and thank you!! i love you!! im glad you were a part of my life. i hope your day is good and your tomorrow is better!! live in my inbox if it pleases you!!

EDIT: FROGOR TO SAY IM PROUD OF YOU TOO 👍

#long post #anon #ILL ADD A READMORE LATER AFTER WORK SORRYRYEHJFG

[itsdelicate]

its totally fine that ur busy!! im not lol just in this waiting period for my exam results so i have all this time to send u a whole essay reply lmaonjdsmk. aw :( felt like it just flew by like suddenly its 2023 which is crazy

ahh its so great to have a friend like that!! i dont lmao my friends listen to music that is vv different from my music taste so i just google recs. like im getting back into r&b music cause i had a bit of phase where i was obsessed w it during quarantine and also joni mitchell and elliott smith and i just googled and saw recs on reddit. YES YES YES a ten min version of the great war would be mmmmm perfect

tbh ive never been to any concerts like just little recital sorta stuff but i do really love live music!! wbu? what are the best concerts youve been to? that would really suck if they laughed at u for that omg. ohhh yea i get that like recently ive been in a very speak now songs mood but i listened to it A LOT so now im listening to the new sza album!! ooh how was the musical? ive never heard of it before tbh ijsdmk

wdym by that? like bought? cause i havent actually like gotten a physical copy of an album before (or even like a digitally bought one). i just listen on spotify. but the first album i got into like listened to (and loved) the whole album is prob harry styles' first album!! like i got into one direction during quarantine (weird as hell i know) and all the other boys but i listened to his whole album first and it was everything !!!! wbu what was the first album you got (like bought) or got into?

LMAOSKMDF that is alr more than enough. i do really wanna watch the latest puss in boots movie tho just cause i love puss in boots jdskm

i didnt know there was a life of play omg how was it?? my brothers and my parents loved the movie back then!! ooh thats nice!! havent been to the zoo in a while lol. what's studying animal welfare like? idk anyone who studies it so this is vv cool to me lmao

omggg i really love lover so i dont know how to feel ab this 😭yes!! it has some great songs. okay heres a question that could be a dealbreaker to me if you answer wrong (jkjk lmao) but thoughts on false god? yea i was one of those ppl too sdhcnjk but now i love all that lmao

thats nice!! what was the recipe for? my days gonna be very boring i think lmao ive nothing to do so im prob just gonna be doing online courses and listening to music

now ab the matilda musical: YESSS its literally one of the best htings ive watched in 2022 (havent watched a lot of things tho lmao). omg i'm here is def number one like i CRIED sm at the "dont cry daddy" part djis. one of my fav parts tho is the part in when i grow up where miss honey sings cause it makes me cry and its so very. i just could not. also love my house and still holding my hand (basicallt every scene ever w miss honey she is so special to me <3) and the smell of rebellion (EMMA FREAKING THOMPSON!!!!!!!!) i dont think so actually ive got a lot of shows and movies sitting in my list on nfx waiting to be watched lol so those will be next prob. my friend got me into this reality tv show recently ab rich ppl in dubai called dubai bling and all the drama is so funny so ive been watching that and re-watching queer eye for the fiftieth time lmaodfmk. wbu? any musicals or movies or shows you're excited for?

xxx ur secret santa

omg all the best for your results!! i always find the waiting period so nerve wracking whew i know! it went so fast

yeah it’s fun to get recs!! during covid my friends and i tried to do this month long song challenge from prompts and we all added in songs into a joint playlist and ended up with almost 200 songs that were all over the place it was fun ahdjf ooh r&b is interesting! god yes i need that song to possess me idk

aw but that’s fun! live music is great <3 taylor’s concerts for me! (big surprise i know 😭) are you liking the album? the musical was great!! it’s a jukebox musical so it was really really fun!! shakespeare’s wife doesn’t like that he kills of juliet just because of romeo so she proposes rewriting it so juliet goes on to live her life shdjg

that’s fair! the first cd i ever bought on my own was hannah montana when i was little 💀 a quarantine one direction phase is so valid, did you like harry’s first album? i haven’t heard the whole thing just a few songs!

omg yes i want to watch that too! and the play was really good! the animal puppets were incredible! it’s great!! i study animal welfare and anthrozoology and i love love love it :’) nothing in the world i love more than animals so it’s <3333

shfkgk i’m so sorry 😭 i feel like i’m neutral about false god like i don’t Not like it but i also have to be in a specific mood to listen to it 🤔

it was bahn mi! ooh what online courses?

everything u said!! yes yes!! i want to rewatch the stage musical again hopefully this year 🤞 omg that sounds wild i haven’t heard of it before! aw nice! i’ve seen like three episodes of queer eye it was great idk why i never continued it ahdjf i’m not sure actually!! idek what movies are coming out this year or anything hmm (also have u ever seen taskmaster? it’s my fav hehe)

also i think i’ll find out who you are tomorrow if u revealed yourself so i just wanted to say thank you for all your messages!! i’ve loved talking to you sm it’s made me so happy 🫶🫶🫶

#ask #anonymous #santaswiftie

[arcanadreams]

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?) 

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~” 

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams. 

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that. 

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way. 

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism. 

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?” 

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on. 

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be  careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process. 

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care. 

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet. 

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention. 

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram. 

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place. 

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly. 

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

#IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN THIS #obey me #my writing #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #posts

[squidwen]

🐙The Eight-Legged Aesthetic 🐙

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Summary: It’s not easy being you. Money is tight and time is fleeting. You need to find a way to earn a bit extra on the side, and how better than at the Monstro Lounge.

But when a certain restaurant owner is caught off guard when you start gushing about the perks of being an octopus, it’s anyone’s guess how he’ll react to such rare compliments.

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Working at the Monstro Longue was something your friends had highly criticized. Especially Ace and Deuce. The troublemaking duo was still shaken from their encounter with Azul (occasionally feeling their scalp for any lingering traces of anemone) and had called your decision to serve his tables an utter betrayal.

You were already a month into your service and still they couldn't quite believe it.

"You getting enough sleep?" Ace had asked you that morning, his brow furrowed puzzledly. "You've either got to be exhausted or crazy to work for that guy by choice."

You rolled your eyes. "Or broke."

His mouth shut like a beartrap.

Deuce, upon sensing his partner in crime's embarrassment, had quickly jumped in. "But you've already got so much on your plate," he said. "Are you sure you can balance another job?"

That touched a nerve. "You mean another job besides getting the pair of you out of trouble?" Since when did they suddenly start showing an interest in your welfare? They had always been content with you shepherding them despite knowing you were always busy. "Honestly, all you two have got to worry about is your exams. Whereas I have to renovate my dormitory, buy enough to feed myself and Grim, study, and do whatever job Crowley has come up with for me. An extra job is an absolute necessity if I want to buy floorboards that don't collapse underneath me, or wallpaper that doesn't reak of damp, or..."

"Sheesh, alright," Ace whined. "We get it."

An enraged flush, to rival that of Riddle Rosehearts himself, entered your cheeks. Deuce grabbed Ace and started to back away slowly.

"W-Well, s-service with a smile, Prefect," he stuttered. "We hope you get lots of tips."

"Here's a tip!" you exclaimed, "Stop making my life difficult!"

They bolted.

That encounter had weighed on your mind all day. You ought not to have been so rude to them. They were only looking out for you, but you couldn't stop yourself. Ace was right to ask if you were getting enough sleep. The truth was, you weren't. Or food. Or downtime. Your life had been a sickening mixture of danger and labor since you first set foot in Twisted Wonderland, and you wondered how long it would be until you snapped.

"Koebi-chan~" Floyd’s familiar, strained voice called to you from across the Lounge. "Why do you look so gloomy?"

"Indeed, dear Prefect,” mused Jade. “Aren't these shifts the highlight of your week?"

Instinctively, you ducked your head. The table you had been polishing caught your reflection - hard and pensive - as two other faces appeared on either side of you. Their expressions were far different to yours; two sweet smiles of razor-sharp teeth. Terribly contradicting.

Jade and Floyd didn't move an inch as you pretended to ignore them. They seemed perfectly content to observe you, their mismatched eyes trailing up your form as if trying to memorise every detail of you. Eventually, you lost your nerve and stood up.

"Of course they're the highlight of my week," you said, with added sweetness. "These shifts are the time I get to see you after all."

Like a child on Christmas morning, Floyd's smile stretched so far it threatened to tear his cheeks. Jade, too, seemed pleased with your answer. You allowed your shoulders to relax, hopeful you had satisfied them when suddenly Floyd swooped down and clamped his arms around you. You gasped, dropping your polishing cloth. The eel squeezed and squeezed you, paying no attention to your thrashing legs or writhing shoulders as he lifted you into the air.

"Shrimpy should persuade people to sign contracts, too!" he cried, eyeing his brother for his approval. "They always know just what to say to people. They're wasted here. Let's tell Azul right away."

Jade hummed inquisitively.

Oxygen was being sucked meagrely into your lungs now. You couldn't even muster the strength to tell Floyd to stop. Your only hope was for Jade to intervene on your behalf.

With anticipation, you watched as his eyes scanned the room, cocking your head to try and catch his attention. But he seemed to not see you. He was too busy mopping up the sight of the table you had been polishing, along with the other uncleaned surfaces, the bar with half-empty drinks and mixers, the dirty floor, and the unmade couches. Eventually, he shook his head.

"I'm afraid that would be-"

"Quite impossible. And Floyd, do release (Y/N). I can't maximise labor productivity if they have collapsed lungs and broken ribs."

Obediently, Floyd's arms went limp. Air blasted down your throat, tasting like the sweetest honey and the crispest water. After taking a moment to steady yourself, you caught sight of a familiar head of snowdrop hair beneath a neat grey fedora.

Azul Ashengrotto, your peer and boss, stood proudly in the centre of his restaurant. The soft blue light from the lamps illuminated his cerulean eyes and pale skin like he was made of pearls and azure. Under his left arm were tucked two glimmering contracts, his cane in the other.

Oddly, found the cane to be especially alluring this evening. Donning the top of it was a little silver octopus, its tentacles wrapping around the magic gemstone and black stick. It was graceful and elegant, unlike the room around you. Everyone else had finished their shift for their day, so it was your job to finish all the cleaning. A sense of dread filled you.

"I wish I was part octopus," you suddenly mumbled.

BANG!

Azul's cane hit the floor. Like a dart, your eyes shot upwards to him. What had happened? Did you say something wrong? To your surprise, Jade - master of masking his emotions - looked shocked, Floyd started giggling, and Azul...you didn't know how to describe his expression. Disgusted? Bemused? Confused?

"W-Why?" he squeaked out, his professional demeanour cracking. "Have we been overworking you? Are you delusional?"

What is it with people assuming I'm sleep-deprived or mad whenever I make a choice? you thought.

"N-No," you said. "It's just that they seem to be so...so...lucky?"

Azul stiffened.

"I-I mean, not only can they spit ink and blend in perfectly with their surroundings, but they also have three hearts. Imagine having a heart attack when you're an octopus. You probably wouldn't even notice. You'd just keep on living with the other two, right? And don't even get me started on the extra limbs. If I had tentacles, I'd get all my chores done within an hour tops! And-"

You didn't manage to finish. Within an instant Azul had swept up his cane, spun on his heels, and shut himself in his office before you could blink.

You stood stunned, glancing between the tweels for reassurance, but all they did was shift their gaze from the office door to you like they were following a fly.

"See? I told you, Jade," said Floyd. "Koebi-chan always knows just what to say to people."

"What do you mean?" you demanded. "What did I say?" You started to worry about potentially getting the sack for this. You often forgot that merfolk and humans were entirely different. Perhaps you had said a phrase that was considered offensive in his culture? Or had gone a bit overboard with your rambling? Either way, the feeling of not knowing was horrendous. Even if this was the end of your short-lived life as a server, you knew you had to at least try and make amends.

So, after quickly adjusting your apron, you took a deep breath and paced over to the office door. The tweels followed behind you, drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

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The closer you got to the office, the clearer the sound of angry footsteps became. Azul's voice was lamenting on the other side of the door, too. You couldn't discern exactly what he was saying, but he didn't sound pleased.

"Azul?" you said. "May I come in."

The pacing and muttering stopped.

"No," he said flatly.

"What's the matter? Did I offend you?"

You heard him take a deep breath. "Oh...no. No, of course not. I-I just remembered I stashed a particularly pressing bundle of contracts in my desk. I was merely muttering to myself because I don't want to deal with them at present. But I suppose it can't be helped. Do come back later. Goodnight."

Relief flooded your chest to know that you hadn't crossed a line, but all the same, something didn't feel right.

You knew you ought to have left then and there. After all, your boss had told you to leave him alone. You had to obey. But two pairs of hands pressed up against your back the second you began to retreat. Mischievous grins graced the twins’ faces as they guided you forward, turning the door handle without even bothering to knock.

Before you knew it you were shoved into Azul's office, the door closing quickly behind you. When you tried to open it again, it became obvious the tweels were holding it shut. You felt like a circus act. No doubt they were peering through the keyhole at you.

"I-I thought I asked you to leave me be."

Azul had taken a seat at his desk. A contract was pressed up against his face, obscuring it completely. This was so unlike him. Where was the professionalism?

You paced closer. Azul ruffled the contract irritably.

"Azul, I-"

Without warning, the man slammed his contract down on his desk, making his stationery clatter against the wood.

"Oh! Just be out with it then!"

To your horror, his face was flushed red like he was enraged and embarrassed all at once.

"Well?" he pressed. "Did you mean it? Urgh, what am I saying? Of course you can't have meant it."

"Meant what? What I said about octopuses?"

It didn't seem possible, but somehow Azul's face went from red to purple. You had never seen anyone so irate. You felt weak, small; your heart pounding against your ribcage.

Seemingly displeased by your silence, Azul rose from his seat. You thought he was going to run and grab you. Instinctively, you withdrew. Your eyes never left him.

"Y-Yes," you said quickly. "Yes, I meant it. I'm sorry if what I said was wrong. Fire me if you want, just don't come any closer!"

You had backed up against the door. You could hear the Leech twins snickering from the other side of the wood. You cursed them, feeling for the doorknob, but something grabbed your wrist.

You yelped.

It was slick and cold, appearing like a black piece of rope. As you went to pry it off with your free hand, it yanked you forwards. The force of the pull was so immense that you stumbled straight off your feet and collided with Azul.

Panic consumed you. Things couldn’t have gotten any worse. What was going on? You wished you had never set foot in this place. You wished you had heeded Ace and Deuce's warning and stayed far away from the whole of Octivinelle. You looked up into Azul’s purple face and saw that...it was actually a soft lilac.

His pale skin wasn't filled with rage, but a gentle lavender tinge. Despite your nerves, you glanced down at your wrist and followed the strange black rope down to where Azul's legs should have been. It wasn't rope. It was a tentacle.

"No...way," you breathed.

Azul looked away, releasing you immediately.

"I'm sorry," he said, moving back. "I don't know what I was thinking-"

"You look incredible!"

Silence.

Azul seemed more like the Ursula statue in the NRC quad than a living, breathing person. He refused to move, even blink. His eyes were filled with such awe that you couldn't help but blush.

"Why don't you walk around like this more often?" you asked, genuinely intrigued. "I had no idea that this is what you truly looked like."

Azul seemed uncomfortable.

"Hey," you said, more quietly now. You took a moment to eye him again and noted how his fists were balled and his gaze refused to meet your eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Oh I can’t believe I just did this! After all these years and I buckle at the first compliment. How unprofessional.”

“Azul? Are you okay-“

“I...I don't know!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up. “But did you mean it? Honestly mean what you said?"

It took you a moment to pull yourself together, but you took it upon yourself to walk up to him and place your hand on his shoulder. You didn't know what had brought this on - his behaviour or transformation - but you were sure it went deeper than what you had said in the restaurant.

"Of course I did," you said. "Azul, hand on my heart, may God strike me dead, I meant every word of what I said and every word of what I say now. You are magnificent. A true specimen to behold and...ah! I sound like Rook. Pardonnez-moi."

Azul chuckled. "N'inquietez pas."

For a moment, the two of you shared a smile. There wasn't an ounce of professionalism in it either. It was warm, friendly, until suddenly Azul's face lifted into a sly smirk.

"But don't think this episode means you don't finish your tasks."

Your face fell. Before you could protest, Azul's tentacles reached up and straightened your shirt and apron. It felt like you were being fussed over by Vil and Riddle at the same time; always so persnickety about the uniform. Other tentacles reached behind him and drew a bottle of polish, disinfectant, and a bundle of cloths from a drawer and slid them into your pockets. You were shocked at how quickly he could slip back into his professionalism. It was almost spooky. Clearly he wanted to put this behind him as quickly as possible and see you get back to work. With a sigh, you spun on your heels and paced towards the door. It opened on its own, revealing Jade and Floyd shining their signature toothy grins at you, acting as innocent as doves.

"Oh, and (Y/N)," said Azul.

You turned to face him.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't inform any of the other students about...this." He gestured to his entire self. "I like to keep a watertight image."

Just then, a wicked thought came to you. Humming sweetly, a sly smirk on your own face, you said: "Of course not. On the condition, you give me a raise."

Azul crossed his arms.

Floyd burst out laughing. “Come on, Azul. They even use blackmail! You’ve got to promote them for that.”

You didn’t stick around to hear what they said next. With cloths in hand, you got back to work, wondering how far this new development would take you in your career at the Monstro Lounge.

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Heya lovelies!

I hope you’re all doing well :)

I’m finally back with a bit of fan fiction. I still do plan on finishing True Hatred’s Kiss, but for now I hope you’re all okay with one shots. Do send in requests if you want something specific written

- Squidwen

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland azul #floyd leech #jade leech #azul ashengrotto

[drawlfoy]

detention, retention, and draco malfoy being a little shit

masterlist request guidelines

pairing: draco x reader

request: no not really

summary: golden trio friend y/n y/l/n tries to extract information out of draco malfoy after being placed in detention together.

warnings: swearing, panic attack kinda stuff, just the dark war things that would come w having the task that draco does

a/n: ayo so i started this as a fic i was originally planning on writing in a week. i discontinued it bc i didn’t think anyone was that interested, but i’ve written for it on and off. it’s about 16k words right now standing, but i’m reposting this as a 2 part series. here are the first ~12k words....enjoy :) IMPORTANT: if you’re like “hey i started reading this in october why tf are you reposting the first two parts” just keep reading ok lmao i promise there’s more there’s about through part 6 in here hehe. i just wanted new readers to be able to pick up on it without being turned off by the fact that it was part 3. this will b e 2 parts and at least 20k words

word count: 11.6k

taglist: @gruffle1 @missmultifandommess @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry @ayo-cowbelly @nerd-domland @yesnerdsblog @shizarianathania @evanstanfanatic @strawberriesonsummer @hariosborn @night-ving @straightzoinked @imintoodeeptostop @naiomimoonshard @jejegu @ophelia-enthusiast @alwaysbeanunknownfan @nearly-memories @litty-dumb @callieclearwater @malfoy-wife15 @charlenasaxen @belladaises @fiantomartell

happy reading y’all

For legal purposes, the york pudding she lobbed at Pansy Parkinson’s head on Monday evening was simply meant to be a joke. She didn’t know that her aim was bad enough that it was going to get in Snape’s hair instead--honestly, it wasn’t even supposed to get past the Ravenclaw table, much less veer to the left to make a beeline for the professors--but no matter how much she tried to explain this to McGonagall, her sentence remained the same: detention every Friday. For two months.

Her life was ending for sure.

“I honestly don’t know what you were expecting,” Hermione told her as she gently wiped off the nib of her quill later that night in the common room. “Even if you had hit your mark, that’s still technically assault.”

“Did you even hear what she said to me? She told me that I looked like the type of kid that bit people in primary school,” complained Y/N. “I didn’t even think she knew what primary school was!”

Hermione snorted. “How long ago?”

“Two days. I’ve been waiting until there was something throwable on the dinner table.”

“How very analytic of you.”

“I’m going to hit you.”

“And you wonder why you’ve got detention.” Hermione tsk-ed at her, her face stone serious but her tone light hearted. “Maybe take this as an opportunity to, I don’t know, do your homework for once? So you won’t have to have a breakdown over the next Potion’s essay and beg me to write it for you?”

“I’m going to go to sleep and think terribly mean thoughts about you.”

“Have fun.”

~ 

Detention.

Something that Y/N wasn’t completely unfamiliar with--she’d done her time organizing Snape’s cabinets, just like every other Gryffindor--but it was different when it came to McGonagall. An impressive old lady, she thought that McGonagall saw something in her. She was always the first to chuckle at Y/N’s jokes and hesitated to reprimand her stupid behavior. And she never gave Y/N detention.

Until now, she supposed. 6th year was changing a lot of things--even their Potions professor--so McGonagall turning a new stone shouldn’t have been anything shocking.

At least, not as shocking as the first thing Y/N saw as she walked into her house head’s office.

“Malfoy?” she spat.

The platinum blonde didn’t even bother to look up from his desk.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall chided. “I think we would all prefer if you restrained yourself from getting into any more physical altercations with Slytherins.”

She huffed, plopping down in the chair furthest away from that foul git and reaching for her satchel.

“I’ll be back in two hours,” said the elderly professor. “If I hear anything, and I mean anything, other than the sound of studying, consider your sentence doubled.”

With a swish of her robes, McGonagall was gone, leaving her with Malfoy. 

“So what’d you do to get in here, huh? Did the administration finally get a hold of that video of you licking Voldemort’s toes?”

“What the fuck does that mean?!” he snapped, whipping around to glare at her.

“‘s just a joke,” said Y/N. “Like--how everyone says your family houses him and everything--but whatever. I can tell it’s a sore spot.”

His gaze, never withering in intensity, remained trained on her face. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Apparently so. What’re you here for?”

He exhaled sharply. “If I tell you, will you shut up and let me think?”

“No promises, but maybe.”

“Late work. I forgot to turn in the Transfiguration exam last week.”

She made a tutting sound as she lazily shuffled through the crumpled parchment in her satchel. “I expected more from you. Aren’t you gonna ask me how I wound up here?”

“No. I am going to ask you to stop talking now, though.”

~

“That’s terribly unfortunate,” Hermione said over breakfast the next morning. Ron and Harry were nervously chit chatting at the other side of the table over the Saturday Quidditch game against Hufflepuff--supposedly it was supposed to be quite a high stakes match. Not like Y/N cared much, though.

“Yeah! And the worst part was that he won’t even tease anymore. Like, he just sits there all broody and woe is me. We’re all witnessing our nation’s descent into war--he’s not special!”

“Who are you talking about?” asked Harry.

“Oh, just Malfoy,” said Y/N. “We have detention together with McGonagall. He’s such a nasty little greaseball, don’t you think? I mean, look at him right now, glowering over his cereal.”

“Wait! That’s it!”

“What’s it, Harry?” Hermione asked.

“It’s genius, really,” he said. “Y/N has to spend time with him alone every week, and we know that something is up with him. Malfoy is absolutely a Death Eater and has connections to You-Know-Who, but I just need to find a way to prove it.”

“I vaguely forecast where this is going, and I hate it already.”

“Listen, Y/N. It’s not for that long, and it’s for the health of the wizarding world. If you just get to know him--”

“Ick!”

“If you just get to know him, maybe get him to trust you and find out his secrets...we’d finally have enough to turn him in and throw him out of Hogwarts for good.”

“Is that really necessary, Harry?” Ginny butted in from her seat further down next to Dean. “Malfoy’s probably just exhausted like the rest of you. 6th year is difficult, and we have no solid evidence that he’s a Death Eater. I’m sure being stuck in a room with him for 2 hours is hard enough without pretending to be nice to him.”

“But what if Harry’s right?” said Y/N. “What if he is actually a Death Eater? What if he’s an active danger to the student body?”

“Exactly!” The joy written across Harry’s face at the prospect of someone else finally agreeing was infectious. “So will you?”

“Er…” She dragged her spoon across the top layer of her porridge. “In theory, sure. In actuality, I’m not sure how I could do it. Malfoy doesn’t want anything to do with me, either.”

“Love potion?” offered Ron.

“I don’t care how much of a prat he is, I’m not roofying him.”

“I rarely agree with you, Y/N, but I think you’re right. If you want to do this, you need to get him to trust you for real.”

“Your back-handed compliment skills never disappoint, Hermione. Do you think you could help me out with a plan?”

A slow smile spread across the girl’s face as she nodded. “That’s my strong suit.”

The plan they laid out over the remainder of the day was ambitious but at least do-able. Each week was split into different subtasks, the end goal being a somewhat tentative friendship between the two. 

“If you can flirt with him and get him to have a crush on you without scaring him off, you’d be in the best possible position,” Hermione told her as they walked back from the Quidditch pitch among the screaming Gryffindor fans. They’d won--yet again. “Obviously I don’t foresee that being likely, but if you pull it off somehow he’d probably be willing to tell you anything. The fact that you’re a pureblood is going to carry you through this whole ordeal. He’ll at least be accepting of your existence in the wizarding community.”

The bitter edge in Hermione’s tone made Y/N’s blood boil. There was no reason for Malfoy to be as prejudiced as he was--he’d spent his adolescence in Hermione’s academic dust. She was obviously smarter than him. 

“You got it, ‘Mione,” she said. Her voice barely carried over the cheers of her peers as they ascended the steps to the common room. “We’ll take this little ferret down. I can’t wait.”

“Don’t get too cocky, now.”

The Gryffindor after-party was crazy...per usual. The charmed self-filling goblets, the blasted playlist of Wizpop pumping through the air, and the buzzing energy of the room was giving Y/N a giant headache. She stood with Hermione and Harry by the edge of the crowd, watching Ron get hoisted up on the shoulders of the chasers. 

“No wonder the Slytherins think we’re Neanderthals,” Y/N mused. For once, Hermione didn’t respond. “Hermione? Is everything okay?”

The second she turned away to look at her best friend, gasps and whistles filled the room. She whipped back just in time to see Lavender Brown, a sweet but slightly ditzy girl in their year, pull away from a kiss with Ron.

“Oh shi--Hermione!”

Harry and Y/N shared a glance before darting after the witch--who had impressively already made it to the door. 

“Hermione, wait!” Y/N called as they jogged after her, throwing open the common room entrance and finding her sat by the tapestry on the other side of the hall, knees to her chest.

“‘Mione, what’s wrong?” asked Harry.

“Don’t be daft, Harry,” said Y/N. “You saw exactly what the rest of us did.”

“I don’t understa--”

“Harry.” Her voice was taut. “I know you’re just trying to help, but I think that it might be best if you let us be. Go back and enjoy the party.”

He gave her a tight, grateful smile before darting back through the door. Y/N wasted no more time in walking over to Hermione and throwing her arms around her shoulders.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, hugging her tight. Hermione made no move to detach them, so she continued. “Ron is an idiot. You deserve so much better--your first kiss was Viktor fucking Krum, after all. You’re hot stuff and this place is just unfortunately running dry of men who are impressive enough for you. Once you’re out of here and working in the Ministry, you’re gonna have the time of your life with men actually in your league.”

Hermione managed a sniffly laugh as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “It’s just so fucking embarrassing, you know. Like, I have a crush on him because I think he understands me and I smelled him in my Amortentia and I thought he’d like me back, but…” She hiccuped. “Then he goes off and kisses Lavender Brown, of all people. There’s nothing particularly wrong with her or anything, but she’s so different...I’m so bookish, and she’s so girly and everything I’m not…”

Y/N took the opportunity to tuck a lock of Hermione’s hair behind her ear as she listened.

“And it can’t help but make me think--was I ever anything to him but a friend? If the girl he ends up choosing is the opposite of me?”

“Girly, don’t think like that,” murmured Y/N. “He’s a teenage boy. They don’t think of love the way that we do--to them it’s a game of availability, not of choice. At least for Ronald. You intimidate him, and by extension, you’re not available.”

“That shouldn’t matter!”

“You’re right. It shouldn’t.” Y/N drew a long breath. “So you should find someone who always has you as their first choice--someone who isn’t intimidated by your intellect. They’re out there. I promise.”

Hermione managed a shaky smile. “Thanks, Y/N. I mean it. Do you mind if I have some alone time? I don’t think I’m ready to go back to the party but I just want some quiet.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need me,” she said, brushing herself off and making to walk down the hall.

“You’re not going back to the party?”

“Nah. It hurts my head and I want fresh air. If I’m not back here in a half hour, assume that I’ve been kidnapped.”

With that, she started her walk. She wasn’t planning on going on a long stroll--there was a small balcony that she often went to when she needed to clear her head. It was beautiful, especially on a snowy night like this.

But the walk was creepy.

There was only one way in and out--a narrow, damp hallway that had absolutely no light fixtures. If Y/N really wanted to, she could cast a quick lumos, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see what lived on the walls. The stairs were steep, too, but she managed to bound up all 40 of them in record time. 

“Who’s there?”

The sudden voice ripped a scream out of Y/N’s throat as she reached the top, catching a glimpse of the shadowy figure at the edge of the balcony that spoke. She clasped her hand over her mouth and she crept forward to the opening, getting a better look at the person that was in her secret spot.

The clouds shifted in the sky to allow more moonlight to cast a soft glow on Malfoy’s face, hardened with irritation.

“Malfoy?” Y/N asked, rather dumbly.

“What stellar observational skills,” he drawled. 

She felt her cheeks grow hot. “What are you doing here? This is part of the Gryffindor tower. Shouldn’t you be...I don’t know...playing hide and seek with the sewer rats in the dungeons?”

“Very funny.” His flat tone exposed the fact that he did not, in fact, find it very funny. “There’s no rule barring me from coming up here.”

“But why? This is my spot!”

“Because I wanted to get out. Now, I was here first, so unless you want your detention extended, I suggest you leave.”

Y/N bit the fiery comebacks on the tip of her tongue as the memories of her plan with Hermione began floating back to her. 

Week 1 -- Hold one neutral, civil conversation with Malfoy.

“I’ll be quiet. You won’t even know I’m here,” Y/N decided upon. leaning up against the balcony. The rogue snowflakes that made it past the overhanging roof melted on her cheeks. 

“That isn’t a suggestion,” said Malfoy. “I’m demanding you leave.”

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Y/N asked, pointedly ignoring his words. “I’ve always loved the snow. It’s so quiet.”

“And it would be even quieter if you left.”

“Aren’t you the conversationalist?” said Y/N.

“If you don’t leave, I will hex you,” Malfoy told her through gritted teeth. 

“I just love how the moonlight reflects off of the snow,” continued Y/N. “It’s so...pure.”

“Please leave.”

On her walk back down the dank stairwell, she allowed herself a little smile. 

Task 1? Technically done.

~ 

The first week went largely as planned. Malfoy was cold and certainly suspicious of her, but he wasn’t completely venomous when Y/N asked where he got his quill from in Potions. It was silver, charmed to shimmer with flecks of forest green. He told her Barnaby’s in France, and that was that. She walked away from his table with all of her limbs attached. Perhaps that was all the progress she was going to make in the next few weeks, but the task at hand certainly made the prospect of her lost Friday afternoons more bearable. 

Harry was going completely batty, rambling on about how Malfoy was behind the mysterious cursed objects that had been floating about the castle without explanation. 

“And why would Malfoy bring cursed objects to Hogwarts if he has aspirations other than being expelled?” Hermione would ask over their books.

“You don’t understand, Hermione! You girls need to be careful walking around at night--especially you, Y/N. I don’t want you going missing after detention because of that slimeball.”

Y/N always gave him a laugh, berating him for his slight misogynistic commentary and turning back to whatever her task was, but the truth was that she was worried for him. The mental weight of the impending war and the fact that he couldn’t do anything about it was certainly getting too difficult for him to bear. It was heartbreaking to see the vivacious boy she’d grown up with crumble under the responsibilities of something he should never have to worry about in the first place.

Friday came much sooner than expected, and Y/N reluctantly left her friends in the common room to trek to McGonagall’s office. The walk was frigid and the wind bit at her cheeks as she rounded the last outdoor hall.

Why was this castle so dark?

A thump behind her made her jump, and Harry’s words came floating back to her. 

Remember all those cursed objects? What if there’s someone just...stalking the school grounds, waiting for someone like me to snatch?

She shivered, throwing herself at the office door and slamming it behind her.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall greeted, her eyebrows raised in amusement. “Something giving you trouble?”

“No, Professor,” she answered, setting her bag down on the desk next to Malfoy. He sent her a curious look as well. “It’s just cold outside.”

She chuckled. “I need to go speak to Headmaster Dumbledore. I expect that, upon my return, you both are in one piece and alive.”

“I’m not sure if I’m the one who needs to be given that speech,” said Y/N, bored and testing the waters.

“She’s right, Professor,” added Malfoy. “There’s no projectiles here.”

McGonagall exhaled a long, shaky breath before brushing herself off. “Please. Behave yourselves.”

“You got it, boss,” she said as she watched her Professor walk out the door. “So, Malfoy. How was your week?”

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’d way prefer if you didn’t speak to me,” he said, refusing to make eye contact.

“I’m not up to anything! We’re in detention together and, I dunno, since I see you sometimes at balls, I thought it’d be nice to be on good terms.”

“Good terms?” He scoffed. “You’re a Gryffindor. I’d rather you be a bloody Hufflepuff.”

“How about neutral terms?”

Even though he wasn’t looking at her, she could catch a glimpse of him rolling his eyes. “If neutral terms mean you being quiet, then, yes. Please.”

“I’ll be plenty quiet. After I hear about your opinion on what happened in Potions today with Brown and Weasley. When Snape yelled at them for holding hands.”

He let out a sharp sigh. “Believe it or not, I actually have better things to do than keep up with whatever stuff your house does.”

“But…?” Y/N pressed. She may not’ve spent her time at Hogwarts as Malfoy’s best friend, but she had grown up with the boy, and she could tell when he was holding back.

He stared blankly at her.

“Come on. I’m literally the only person in my house who’ll openly admit that they’re disgusted by that dynamic. I’m begging you.”

She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but she thought she saw a flicker of amusement dance across his face for a moment. “Your house sounds more like a cult than a student group.”

“Oh, says the one from Slytherin,” said Y/N. 

“We only act like that because our families are close. What’s your excuse? Hormones and Quidditch culture?”

“Touché.” As much as she wanted to fight back, she bit her tongue. Whatever she was doing was making progress, and quicker progress than she was expecting. Her next task was to make him laugh, and she was emboldened by the fact that she could potentially be able to kill two birds with one stone. 

They sat in silence for a little bit, but this time, it was a comfortable silence. Malfoy wasn’t staring at the clock on the wall or rolling his eyes at her every move, so she had time to plot.

On one hand, she could make a fool of herself--drop her inkwell, say something stupid in class, fall down the stairs--but she had a sneaking suspicion that her sorry attempts at slapstick humor wouldn’t land well with Draco anymore. He’d become so serious lately, so solemn. This was the most light hearted she’d seen him, even compared with how he acted with the rest of his Slytherin lackeys. 

On the other, she could try to sell out her friends. She could confide in him how “big” Hermione’s teeth were (they weren’t even big) or tell him that Ron smelled of eggs (true, but that was a low blow). Something told her that this would be much more successful, but she wasn’t willing to turn to that so quickly--she was already a week ahead as it was. 

“What is it?” 

Malfoy’s bored drawl cut through her flurried thoughts. Her cheeks turned pink as she blinked, noticing that she’d been staring at him for far too long. “Nothing. Sorry. I just spaced out.”

“Sure,” he mumbled, giving her another suspicious look before turning back to his work. “Can you maybe space out somewhere other than my face?”

“Where’s your vanity, Malfoy?” she pressed as she leaned back in her chair, hair swinging over the back. 

“Shut up,” he snapped. She could tell that whatever connection they’d had in the fleeting moments beforehand was being burnt by the second, but her embarrassment and pride drove her forward.

“Merlin, what’s got you so wound up?” she prompted, noting how deliciously unraveled he looked at this. “Where’s my cool, collected Slytherin?”

He slammed hands on his desk at this, whipping around to glare at her. “What’s your angle, Y/L/N?”

“What?”

“Why are you bothering me?”

“Because I want to.” She beamed.

Malfoy ran his fingers through his hair, mussing up the usual neat manner in which it normally laid on his head. “Compelling. What do you want from me?”

“What do I want…?” She tilted her head at him, narrowing her eyes. “What?”

“You never talk to me,” he explained. “Obviously, I prefer it like that. I can’t help but wonder why suddenly you want to be making small talk. So, what is it you want from me?”

“Malfoy,” she said. “I think you’re a spoiled prick who thinks far too highly of himself and drives me insane. But I also think that you’re funnier than what my friends give you credit for. Granted, you’ve always been annoying, but I don’t want anything from you. I just want to, I dunno, make these next few months less insufferable.” Somehow the lie slipped through her teeth easier than any of her previous bluffs. 

He frowned, his mouth opening once before firmly screwing shut into a scowl. “Oh.”

“No offense, Malfoy, but what else can you offer me other than your dazzling personality?” she teased. “You know my family. I don’t need to blackmail you to pay for jewelry I’ve had my eye on or anything.”

He scoffed. “As if I’d say yes.”

“Exactly my point. It’d be fucking weird. Merlin, I’m not trying to butter you up to buy out Borgin & Burkes for me. Do I give off gold-digger vibes? Is that what this is about?”

“Fucking hell.” Malfoy turned to her in disbelief. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Answer my question. Or better yet, pull out your wallet. Wait, did I say that out loud?” She mimed surprise and covered her mouth. “Oh no! What will my mother say now that I’ve squandered my last chance of hitching you? There’s no way I can go home for Christmas break now.”

He rolled his eyes so hard she found herself worried for a moment that they were going to just permanently get stuck in the back of his head. “Hate to break it to you, but you didn’t really have a shot to begin with.”

Ouch.

She huffed and dramatically flopped over the back of her chair, hoping he couldn’t see that she’d flinched. “So you don’t think I’m pretty??” 

“Y/L/N,” he snapped, his voice a low warning. “Can I please just work? What is with you today?”

Y/N sent him a sour look before giving her Charms work another look. Malfoy was awfully quiet, and when she snuck any glances at him later on, he was angled to face away from her. 

Why did she feel like such shit all of a sudden? She cataloged the past events, trying to pinpoint the exact moment that her stomach dropped. It all made sense when the words “You didn’t really have a shot to begin with” echoed around her head once again. She’d failed Harry. She’d failed Hermione. There was no way that she was going to be able to get him to reveal his secrets now--it’s not like he was confiding in even his closest friends as Harry made apparent when he explained how vague his statements were to his fellow Slytherins on the train. Her only chance would’ve been to somehow get him to fall for her, and that wasn’t going...great. And it had been a pipedream to begin with.

When McGonagall swished back into the classroom to dismiss them, Y/N shot out of there without even looking at Malfoy again. It felt like something was lodged in her throat and she was not going to cry in front of him. No, no. She had to make it to Hermione to tell her what was going on. 

“Y/L/N?” 

Malfoy’s voice made her pause in her flee as she nearly rounded the corner in front of her, but she refused to look back. It was far enough away that it was possible she didn’t hear him.

“Wait!”

She was up the stairs and speed walking as fast as her legs could carry her to the Gryffindor tower before he even saw which way she went.

~

“I don’t think you understand,” Y/N wailed by the fire as Hermione rubbed her shoulders and Harry sat awkwardly perched on the couch. “I can’t do this. The only way this was going to work was if he had a crush on me, and I don’t think he ever will. I fucked it up! The one time you guys need me, I fuck it up! I let you down!”

Hermione’s left hand stopped its rubbing to rest firmly on her shoulder. “Please don’t be upset. You didn’t let us down. Plus, you’re only, what...two weeks in? You don’t need him to like you to make it work. Just getting him to trust you will be enough, and you’re good at that.”

“I don’t think so,” continued Y/N. “Harry said that he wasn’t even that open on the train when he overheard him talking to all of his friends. And those are purebloods that he likes! That he’s trusted and known for years and years! I’m a friend of you guys, and he knows it. I think he’d figure it out quick.”

“We should take every chance we can get,” said Harry from his spot a few feet away, his eyes lazy and unfocused on the fire crackling in front of them. “You won’t let us down if you can’t get anything, Y/N, you know that! But if you got anything from him, it’d be incredible. It’s a win-win. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“I’m not upset,” she said, her tone becoming defensive. “I just...don’t want to mess this up. I know how much it’d mean if I succeeded.”

“So just try!” Hermione said. “There’s nothing wrong with it. I’m sorry he was kind of mean to you today, but I don’t think that should bother you too much. He should be more afraid of what you’d say if you didn’t care about being a good person.”

“Fucking right on there,” she said, wiping away the frustrated tears. “If I was honest with him, he’d leave crying. He should be grateful that I’m taking this bet so I actually have to be nice to him.”

“That’s the spirit.” Harry leaned over to smack her back like he did his Quidditch teammates after a winning match. 

After they’d parted their ways with Harry, Hermione and Y/N made their way slowly up the stairwell to the girls’ dorms. 

“Y/N?” Hermione asked, breaking the silence. 

“Yeah?”

“Do you think, er…” She paused. “Do you think you were really upset about failing us today? Or was it something else?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t see what else it would be.”

“I’m sorry,” responded the bright witch. “Forget I ever asked. It was a stupid thing to wonder about.”

“Weirdo,” she teased as she waved her a goodnight and made her way to her dorm.

The next morning, Y/N busied herself with revising her Charms essay over her breakfast--a cup of tea and a half-buttered piece of toast--while Hermione leaned over her shoulder, nodding or grimacing at the corrections she made. 

“Did you work during detention? Like, at all?”

“‘Mione,” moaned Y/N. “It’s too early for this. I don’t want a lecture. I just couldn’t focus.”

Her warm brown eyes narrowed as they bore into Y/N’s face. “Why were you distracted?”

“Oh, I, uh…” She stumbled over her words as Hermione drew closer. “Merlin, Hermione. I told you last night. I just felt like I was letting you all down.”

“Mhm,” was all she got in response before her best friend tilted her head back down to the parchment in front of her. 

Y/N sat, completely puzzled. What was Hermione on about? She’d been straightforward with what was hurting her--she didn’t want to mess up the only task the Golden Trio had ever given her--and, even if she hadn’t been, Hermione was smart enough to deduce things for herself. So what was she thinking about?

Her eyes drifted over to the Slytherin table where the usual 6th year pureblood gang loitered about, drinking black coffee and sulking--but Malfoy was not to be seen. She jumped when her eyes met Parkinson, her dark eyes burning into her soul as a deep scowl was written across her face.

“Malfoy, what the fuck do you want?” Ron’s voice pulled her back to reality to see him glaring somewhere behind her.

“I wasn’t here to talk to you,” a familiar voice drawled. 

She turned to see Malfoy standing behind her, a sneer written all across his stupidly pretty face.

“Miss me already?” asked Y/N as she raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. 

“For fuck’s sake, stop doing that,” he mumbled, reaching into his pocket and throwing a box at her. “You forgot your quill. I took the liberty of properly storing it, because it seems like you lot like to just throw them in your bag. Makes me physically ill to watch.”

“Oh.” Y/N studied the intricate box in her hands before tucking it away in her knapsack. “Thanks? I guess?”

He nodded curtly, contorting his face into one last scowl to send to Ron before turning and leaving,

“So,” Hermione began, cutting her omelet at a much brisker pace, “I think we need to have a little chat. About...all of this.” 

“Why?” 

“Not right now,” she said, her voice low and her eyes flicking at Ron and Harry sitting across from them. “I don’t think it’d benefit us for them to hear.” 

“Ok?” She cautiously took a bite out of her toast and continued staring Hermione down. “You’re scaring me.”

“It’s...I don’t know. I thought I was crazy for thinking this, but it seems like we need to talk about it anyways. For this little mission of yours to work, we need to be totally open and honest with each other.”

“Sure.” Y/N took another bite. “I honestly have no clue what’s got you so on edge, though.”

“Who’s on edge?” Harry asked, leaning over the table and stealing the croissant on Y/N’s plate. 

“Hey!” she exclaimed. “Do you not see the entire plate of them over there?”

He laughed, sending her an easy grin and dunking a piece into the hot chocolate in his mug. “Finders keepers. Say, Y/N, are you busy next weekend? Ron and Lavender are going to Madame Puddingfoot’s together, and I know Hermione isn’t going to want to take a weekend off studying to go to Hogsmeade, so I thought that maybe we could go cause some trouble at the Cauldron.”

“If you stop stealing my food we can talk about it,” replied Y/N, the corners of her lips tugging up into a grin. 

“Deal.”

Hermione tugged at her arm. “I just realized I need to get something out of my room before we watch the Quidditch game. Will you come with me, Y/N?”

“Sure!” said Y/N. “Gee, I’m rolling in invitations today.”

Once they exited the dining hall, though, it immediately became evident that they were not actually heading up to the dorms. Hermione dragged her into the nearest bathroom before casting a quick silencing charm.

“Myrtle! Are you in here?” Only when she was sure silence was the only response to her question, she seemed satisfied to turn to Y/N and begin talking. “When were you going to tell me that you have a thing for Malfoy?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N felt the heat that had risen to her cheeks from the last quill-encounter re-emerge.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” said Hermione. “Are you seriously going to expect me to believe that you nearly sobbed over some random pureblood git telling you you never had a chance with him because it might slow down your progress with helping us? Actually? I’ve seen you look more ecstatic about hearing that your dear granny passed away.”

“To be fair, she had really good life insurance,” Y/N cut in. “And she was an old hag. Never had a nice thing to say to me.”

“Life insurance or no life insurance...you can’t seriously expect me to believe that you were just upset about not being able to help us as much. That was ridiculous. I don’t buy it. And the way you blushed like crazy when he came over to talk to you--the way you try and pretend like you can flirt...please. Y/N, it’s clear as day. I know you, and I know you have a crush on him.”

“Hermione!” hissed Y/N. “You have no clue what you’re talking about!”

“Yes, I think I do,” she pushed. “And you need to be honest with me if you want to be of any help right now.”

Her bossiness lit a fire of rage in Y/N’s chest, but she sucked in a deep breath, shutting her eyes before releasing it. “Believe me when I say I haven’t ever acknowledged any feelings I may or may not have towards him.”

“Ok.” Her face softened. “I know it might take time, but I honestly do think I’m right. Please just...be careful. This is a really odd situation to get caught up in if you actually have feelings for the other person. You’re trying to manipulate him, for Merlin’s sake.”

“And if I have these feelings for him, I’ve done a pretty damn good job of suppressing them for however long they’ve been here.” 

Hermione sighed. “That’s true. I’m just saying that spending this much time with him is probably only going to make things worse. Will you please tell me if anything changes between the two of you?”

“Anything changes?” Y/N’s voice was dripping in disbelief. “You’re joking. Even if I was obsessed with him I don’t think there’s ever a chance of hell in anything ‘changing’ between us. He said it himself.”

“You know what I mean, Y/N,” responded Hermione. “Just promise me, ok?”

“Ok,” said Y/N. “I promise.”

That seemed to satiate Hermione as she nodded approvingly at her friend. “I think it goes without saying that Ron and Harry shouldn’t hear about this.”

“There’s nothing to hear about, but yes.” She shuffled her feet before meeting Hermione’s eyes again. “Er, I’m sorry for this being a weird question, but would you mind coming along with me and Harry to Hogsmeade? I don’t really see him like...that...and I don’t want to read into it too much and reject him if he is doing it just platonically, but just in case. Y’know.”

“Sure,” said Hermione, even though her face took on that curious expression yet again. “Anyways, you actually did forget something--you’re not wearing a single piece of Gryffindor colors for our game today. You should probably run back to your dorm before Harry and Ron notice.”

After they said their goodbyes, Y/N found herself turning over the things Hermione had said to her in her head. Did she like Malfoy? No, no fucking way. But a part of her really did think he was funny. And of course it was natural to feel rejected when anyone insinuates that they’d never consider you as a romantic interest without jest. 

Once she’d made it up to her room and grabbed a few scarves, Y/N made to put her red cloak into her satchel. Her fingers ghosted over the box that Malfoy had given her and scoffed once she saw the Malfoy crest engraved into the rich wood. 

Narcissistic snot.

Her curiosity got the better of her as she reached over to open up the elaborately decorated box. What met her was not just one quill but two--one of which was most certainly not her own. 

She took them both out, tossing the old one in a pile with her other trusty familiar white feather quills and picked up the other one. It looked familiar--identical to the quill that she’d complimented Malfoy on in Potions about a week ago. Butterflies began to flutter like crazy in her stomach as she turned it over in her hand, watching the gray and green glitter together and the magic sparkles cast a gentle light over her bed. She generally avoided dipping into her family’s pockets to get school supplies any more than she had to--it’s not like it made her friends feel good about themselves when they were reminded how rich her family was--but this might be what she could consider to be an exception. She hadn’t even liked his quill all that much when she first saw it in Potions--but it was one of those things that was so noticeable that it made sense to compliment him. 

She gave it one last look before tucking it back away into the elaborately decorated box. Perhaps she had spoken too soon when she’d told Hermione all hope was lost. 

~ 

When Monday morning Potions class with the Slytherins rolled around, Y/N wasted no time. Malfoy was alone--even his Slytherin lackeys seemed to know not to bother him. Just what she needed.

“Malfoy,” she greeted, setting her bag down on his table and looking him dead on. He raised to meet her eyes, his eyebrow raised.

“Can I help you?”

“I just wanted you to know that I also really like your immense fortune,” she said. “And your manor.”

“Well, a lot of people do,” he mumbled as he looked away to dig through something in his bag. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought he was blushing.

“I’m just letting you know,” she continued. “In case you were wanting to give them away. It worked for the quill, so I thought, well, why not?”

He exhaled, a deep and annoyed sound escaping his lips as he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. “I knew I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You really didn’t have to.”

“I was getting sick of it,” he told her. “I never can stick with one quill for too long, and I thought it’d be a shame to toss it. I thought it’d be better to be charitable--it’s not like your family could get an appointment at Barnaby’s if they tried.”

“Hey!” Y/N said indignantly. “You don’t know that!”

“I’ve heard your parents try to speak French,” he said. “If you’re anything like them, you'll be barred from ever entering the country.”

“Malfoy!” 

His lips turned up into a smile, a soft laugh escaping his lips. Y/N suppressed the urge to grin in return. Task 3? Done. “What?”

“I can’t even argue with you,” she said. “It’s tragic.”

She stared at the empty stool next to him, wondering if she should just take the leap and sit with him. Malfoy seemed unbothered by her presence as he opened up his Potions book and set it next to his cauldron. “Do you want a partner?” The words left her lips before she could stop them.

He cast her a curious look before glancing at the empty stool. “It depends. Are you going to be annoying?”

She gasped in faux-offense. “What makes you think I could ever be annoying?”

“On that note, I think you better get back to Potter.” He motioned with his head towards the side of the room where most of her Gryffindor friends were chatting. Harry was staring at her, his fists clenched by his side.

Y/N smirked and sent him a wink. 

“On that note,” she said, careful to imitate Malfoy’s drawl and sending him a smug grin, “Maybe I better sit here.”

“Hm.” He awarded her one more uninterested look before rolling up his sleeves and setting out the ingredients for the potion they were brewing--Amortentia. 

She tried not to make it too obvious that she was staring at his left arm, but there was nothing on it like Harry had told her. It was just pure, unblemished pale skin that shimmered under the light. Before he could catch her looking, she quickly sat down and started pulling out her own things. After a short pause, she decided to take out the silver quill. She’d left his box back in her room--she wouldn’t be caught dead with something that had the Malfoy crest on it--but she’d wrapped it in a pouch with her own family’s emblem on the front, shimmering in gold and red.

“Why don’t you just buy your own charmed quills?” asked Malfoy after they had chopped all of the gillweed. 

“You already know. We’re an abomination to the French. We aren’t allowed entry.”

“That’s not what I mean.” His tone was meant to read as exasperated, but his words still seemed good-natured.

“I...well.” She frowned. She’d never confessed this to anyone, but she supposed that Malfoy wasn’t going to find a way to use it against her. “I don’t like to flaunt my family wealth. I think it makes people, at least in Gryffindor, like me less. I learned that pretty early on.”

He hummed something in response before sliding all the gillweed into the cauldron, turning the clear liquid into a bubbling forest green. 

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” she asked. 

He took his time finishing the note he was jotting down before he answered. “I’m not being nice. It’s just called being civil. You said it yourself, we see each other at balls sometimes.”

“We probably won’t anymore, though,” she mused. 

Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up, but his voice remained low and steady. “No. I suppose that we probably won’t. Is your family part of the Order?”

“Hm. Are you a Death Eater?” she asked brazenly. He had no business asking her something like that, and he knew it. Especially not with his family connections.

“What do you think?” he drawled, waving his bared left arm in front of her face.

“Bullshit. That doesn’t mean anything after we learned Glamour spells last year.”

“Guess you’ll just have to trust me, then,” he responded, focusing intently on the bubbling liquid in front of him instead of her face. 

“I guess so,” she replied. The weight of her Glamour comment began to sink in--she was right, after all. How had she not thought of it before? 

But he was right when he told her she just had to trust him. Could she? Y/N rested her chin in the palm of her propped hand as she watched him work. A piece of disobedient moonbeam blonde hair dangled over his forehead as he diced up the unicorn tail, his eyebrows furrowed in focus.

“Is this why you want to be my partner?” he finally asked after a few moments of silence. “So you can just stare at me while I do all the work?”

“There’s the vain Draco I know,” she said, grinning as she leaned over to punch his shoulder. 

He rolled his eyes again, scooting out of arm's reach before flipping back to Amortentia in his book. “You’re insufferable. And it’s Malfoy to you.”

“Fine, fine, Malfoy,” said Y/N. “What do you want me to do, then?”

He shoved his cutting board towards her, the half-diced unicorn tail staring up at her. “Finish dicing this and then stir it in. 9 times clockwise. I did almost all of the work, but it should be finished after that.”

Y/N sent him another glare before doing as he said. The glittering quill kept catching her attention from the corner of her eye, and she couldn’t help but notice that Malfoy was writing with just a plain white quill for the time being. HE really did just give it to me. 

After the final ingredients were diced, she began to stir, each rotation around the cauldron turning the potion to a different color. It began as the bubbling green, then a deep sea blue, then a royal purple, a crimson blood red, a glimmering gold--before settling into a pale silver.

“Wow. It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “It’s like...liquid starlight.”

“All thanks to me,” said Malfoy. “You didn’t even have to crush the Mandrake root.”

“You’re such a gentleman, Malfoy.” Her voice dripped in fake sincerity. “So, what do you smell?”

Y/N was expecting him to scowl at her and tell her that it wasn’t any of her business, but he actually leaned over the cauldron and shut his eyes. 

“I’ve never been good at explaining what things smell like.” 

“Fair.”

Once he leaned back, she took his place, shutting her eyes and breathing in a tendril of the beautiful potion. “Whoa.”

“What’s it for you?”

“I don’t...know,” she admitted. “It’s not something I can describe note by note. It kind of reminds me of something, though.”

“Something with Potter, I presume?” he said, casually twirling his generic white quill around his fingers.

“No,” she answered, surprised at how honest she was being. “It’s…I’m trying to think. Er, it’s very lavish. It reminds me of when I was younger and my parents would drag me to galas and balls and whatnot.” 

He stared at her in silence.

“What about you? Does it remind you of anything?”

“Yeah.” Malfoy reached forward to put a lid on the cauldron, effectively shutting out the steam from reaching either of them.

“Ooh, have you figured it out yet?” she teased, crossing her legs and turning to face him head on. “Let me guess. Is it someone like…”

She paused, a wicked smile stretching across her face. “Oh my god, is it Hermione? Or Luna? Or...help me out here!”

“No.” His voice was sour. 

“Ah, it’s Parkinson then, isn’t it? Tell her I’m sorry for throwing food at her if you ever have the chance. Make sure to add the part where I’m more sorry that I missed.” 

“Y/L/N!”

“It’s okay. I’d be a little let down, too.”

“Can you please just…” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Please just stop. I haven’t figured it out. Okay? Happy now?”

“I’ll leave you alone,” said Y/N. “Under one condition. You give me a hint. I’ve given you everything I know! This isn’t fair.”

“This doesn’t have to be fair,” he hissed.

Y/N kept the easy smile plastered on her face while she waited, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.

“You’re not going to let up until I tell you, are you?”

“You’d be right on that,” she said, sugary sweet.

“Fine. It’s something kind of floral.” 

“How descriptive,” she snorted as she slumped back in her stool, thinking hard. Where had she smelled it before? Y/N shut her eyes, leaning her head back and trying to immerse herself into the memory that had surfaced. It smelled like grandeur, like an open ballroom full of guests wearing expensive perfumes. She could feel spinning, spinning like she was with a dance partner. Who was it? She couldn’t quite remember--the last ball she’d been to had been years ago--but after she leaned forward and smelled the Amortentia once more time, she came to a conclusion.

“I had to have danced with him at a gala before,” she announced to Malfoy, who was looking quite unimpressed. “So I know it’s no one from Gryffindor.”

“Interesting,” was all he said before turning to his parchment and jotting something down.

Late that night, while Y/N was settling into bed, a strange idea struck her. Sure that the thought that was nagging her was completely fruitless, she had no trouble with reaching into her desk and pulling out the Malfoy box. She just had to check if she wanted to sleep well.

Here goes.

She closed her eyes, imagining the expensive scent of her Amortentia. Then she opened it, stuck her nose into the fabric, and breathed in.

Well, fuck. 

~

The internal debate going through Y/N the next day at the breakfast table was intense. On one hand, she really, really wanted to just tell Hermione that Malfoy had been in her Amortentia and she was completely fucked, but on the other…

She glanced at the witch next to her as she methodically sliced her toast into perfect, equivalent squares before dunking them in jam. Y/N liking Malfoy was not going to fit into her toast cubes. If she said anything, she would lose her excuse to talk to her about him. And her excuse to try and get close with him. 

Perhaps I can figure it out tomorrow. 

When tomorrow came, she still hadn’t made progress. Y/N was beginning to think that her so called “revelation” after they brewed Amortentia was truly just complete and utter bullshit. So what that his quill box smelled like it--all rich people kind of smelled the same at some points, and so did their houses. There was a reason why she couldn’t immediately pin the scent to anything--it wasn’t like she even knew what Malfoy smelled like.

But the truth remained that she was still attracted to someone who happened to be a rich Slytherin--so naturally, her mind began to wander. There’s no way it was Zabini--his mother owned a fragrance line, and she would’ve instantly recognized the cologne that she knew Mrs. Zabini made him wear--and there was absolutely no way that it was Crabbe or Goyle, so the only other Slytherin it left was...Nott? But that didn’t make sense either--she’d never spoken to him before in her life, even less than Malfoy. So perhaps it would be better if she didn’t think on it.

The next day of potion brewing came on a stormy Wednesday. Malfoy and Y/N worked silently together to brew a Draught of Dreamless Sleep. She was surprised to see how practiced his movements were--he didn’t even have to reference the book to recite the exact measurements and directions.

“Do you have bad dreams or something?” she asked, mostly as a joke. He didn’t seem to pick up on the light-heartedness and stiffened up.

“No?”

“Gee, you’re talkative today,” Y/N said, trying to ignore how her hand brushed his by accident when she added the scoop of anjelica. 

“Excuse me for not entertaining you,” he drawled. “I wasn’t expecting to have such a needy potions partner today.”

“I am not needy!” she gasped, smacking his arm. “I’ve sat in silence for a full hour!”

He rolled his eyes (he was always rolling his eyes) and gave the potion one more final stir before setting the lid on the cauldron. “Think you can do that again? It needs to simmer for that long.”

“Just because you’re so sweet to me,” crooned Y/N before pulling out a heavy book from her satchel. Her Charms exam was tomorrow, and, naturally, she had decided to save all of her revising work until the night before. The textbook stared back at her as she jotted a few notes onto a previously blank sheet of parchment. The quill in her hands was light and glided across the paper like the tears of Merlin, something that she had forgotten quills could do. All of her familiar basic quills were okay, but they were prone to skidding and breaking. This nib hadn’t worn down in the slightest, still at a smooth and defined peak.

Y/N couldn’t believe that, out of all people, the person to give her such a thoughtful gift was Draco Malfoy. She tried to sneak a glance at him then, moving her curtain of hair away from her face. It took all she had in her to not be startled at the fact that he was already looking back, a slightly concerned expression etched into his face.

“Is something wrong?” 

He snapped out of it the moment the words left her lips, his face hardening. “No.”

“Forget I ever asked,” she responded, turning away from him for good and focusing on her textbook. No, there was no way he could be what she smelled in her Amortentia. She liked to think that her subconscious wasn’t secretly a masochist.

~

Friday evening swung around again, much to Y/N’s dismay. She’d had a talk with Hermione later on in the week, confirming that no, she did not smell Malfoy in her Amortentia, and that yes, she was still abiding by the plan that Hermione had so carefully laid out for her. It did bother her a bit that she could be lying to her on both fronts--but at the end of the day, she was going to get the answers that Harry wanted, no matter what. 

She just had to get through the scary ass castle first. She’d forgotten how spooky Hogwarts was after her previous sprint to the door, and this time she was positively trembling by the time she turned another dark corner on her way to McGonagall’s office. Yet another cursed item had been found in the girl’s lavatory on the 3rd floor, right by some of the classes that she had taken earlier in the week. The fact that whoever was out there was capable of dark magic and actively wanted to hurt people terrified her, all that Gryffindor bravery be damned. 

So when she heard footsteps suddenly right beside her, it was no wonder that she jumped feet in the air.

“Fuck!” she sputtered, turning to see a very familiar blonde in Slytherin robes. He was frozen in place, curiously looking her up and down.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Malfoy,” Y/N said, resisting the urge to melt into a puddle of relief at the sight. This wasn’t right--wasn’t he a suspected Death Eater? “You scared me.”

He scoffed, digging his hands into his pockets. “You’re supposed to be the brave ones, right?”

“Huh?”

Malfoy motioned to her Gryffindor jumper. 

“Oh.” Heat rushed to her cheeks as she realized what he meant. “I dunno. I just get jumpy around the castle at night.”

“No shit.” They’d begun to walk now, side by side. Y/N couldn’t remember ever walking with him before--she’d always been late. “Do you think I forgot the way you screamed when you saw me at the tower?”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, reaching over and giving him a healthy shove. 

They walked in silence together. Malfoy moved noticeably slower than he normally did so he wouldn’t leave Y/N’s shorter legs in tow. McGonagall seemed pleasantly surprised to see Malfoy hold the door open for her.

“I’m glad to see you two getting along,” she said, giving Y/N a hesitant nod before grabbing the stack of papers on her desk. “I’ll be back momentarily.”

After she exited the room with a swish of her deep maroon robes, Malfoy turned to her. “Are you scared of the dark or something?”

She turned, ready to send a biting retort his way, before she noticed how gray his pallor looked...and how big the circles under his eyes were. “You look like shit, Malfoy. Is everything okay?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Oh. Um…” Y/N pause before deciding that the little tidbit of information she was about to reveal wasn’t that important anyways. “I’m just on edge at night at Hogwarts is all. Especially with all that weird shit going on with all the cursed objects. So I kind of hate walking to and from detention.”

Malfoy let out something that sounded like a strained laugh.

“You didn’t answer my question. Is everything okay?”

“None of your business,” he snipped. “I just had a bad night.”

“Do you have trouble sleeping?” she asked, unable to keep herself from prying.

“Something like that.”

“Have you tried lavender?”

“I’m sorry?” He frowned.

“Lavender. Like the essential oil. It’s nothing magical,” she explained. “I just like to spray it in my bed sometimes before I sleep. Or I’ll use a few drops in a diffuser. I have trouble sleeping too, all the time, actually.” She shut her mouth before she had any chance to ramble further.

“It sounds a bit too floral for my taste.”

“Here.” Y/N dug around in her satchel, searching for the tiny spray bottle she kept with her at all times. “Borrow this and spritz your pillow with it before you sleep, and then tell me it’s too floral. I promise it helps.”

He glared at her. She extended her hand with the white bottle that was covered in purple decor, raising her eyebrows expectantly. “I won’t tell anyone that you have it if that’s what you’re worried about or whatever.”

“Fine,” he snapped, snatching it from her hand and dragging his fingers over her palm for just a second. “Don’t expect me to actually try it, though.”

“Just give it a sniff.” 

He huffed, but to her surprise, he actually uncapped the top and held the spray hole up to his nose, inhaling in once.

The effect was immediate. Malfoy’s face completely drained of color, becoming even grayer than he’d been when she first saw him under the light. The briefest expression of surprise fleeted over his face before he wiped it off, replacing it with something unreadable and tossing it back at her. “I’m not using this.”

“Why not?”

“Not quite my taste,” he spat.

Y/N was shocked by the sudden outburst, watching as he continued to glower at his desk. “I don’t understand. It really does help you sleep. I know it seems stupid, but I...really think you should try it. Just once, if anything.”

“Why does it matter so much to you?”

“Because I--” Y/N stopped herself before she let her mouth run without check. “I know what it’s like is all. I feel like shit if I don’t sleep. Plus, I have to spend time with you every Friday. I imagine that you’ll be slightly more tolerable if you sleep more.”

“Hm.” He sent her a particularly venomous glare. “Thanks for your concern. Consider me uninterested, though.”

“You break my heart,” she teased, pulling back her hand and placing the bottle on the corner of her desk. An idea struck her.

“And just what are you smiling about?” Draco said. His lips were turned into a sour frown. 

“Nothing, nothing,” she responded, her voice adopting a sing-song quality. All she had to do now was wait. 

He exhaled, a deep and exasperated sound. Then he turned back to whatever was in front of him.

McGonagall entered the room a few minutes later, nodding cordially at the comfortable silence the two students were in. What she didn’t know was that Y/N was waiting, just waiting for Malfoy to dig through his satchel and stop paying attention to his quill.

She got her opportunity a few minutes later, when McGonagall called him up to look over his latest Transfiguration homework.

“Mr. Malfoy, I’m happy to see that you’re taking more initiative in getting your assignments done...I have to say that you had me a bit concerned…”

While her professor kept Malfoy occupied, Y/N darted over and grabbed his quill. 

Ha.

Malfoy frowned down at his desk when he returned, giving Y/N a suspicious look.

“What is it, Malfoy?” she said, hoping her voice conveyed nothing that might hint that she took something of his.

“Nothing.”

“Hm.”

The rest of detention passed without any more discussion. Y/N was eager to run up to her dorm and set up her plan to be carried out the next morning, but she calmed her bouncing leg and forced herself to keep a straight face when McGonagall dismissed them.

“Got somewhere to be, Y/L/N?” Malfoy’s voice called after her as she sped down the hall towards the Gryffindor tower. 

“What’s it to you?” she fired back.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he picked up his pace until he was walking next to her.

“Aren’t the Slytherin dorms the other direction?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Are they?” 

She allowed herself to be amused by the way words flowed out of his mouth when he was slightly out of breath. “Why are you walking with me?”

“You said it yourself.” He kept his eyes cast on the cobblestones below them. “You don’t like walking alone at night.”

“Uh...oh.” Against her will, her feet froze and she was glued to the ground. “You’re joking, right?”

If the lighting wasn’t so dim, Y/N would have good reason to believe he was blushing with how intently he was studying his fingernails. “By all means, I can be.”

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, the words tumbling out of her mouth. “Er...I’d like you to. If you want to, that is.”

He shrugged, an elfish expression spreading across his face as he took in how nervous she was. “Well, come to think of it, you didn’t ask me to. I suppose I better get back to the Slytherin dorms anyways. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near the Gryffindor Tower right now.”

“Why?” she squeaked.

“Oh, you know, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that most of the cursed things showed up on your side of the castle, yeah?”

She gulped.

“I gotta get going. Don’t want to stand around here too long. This place gives me the creeps.” With that, he turned and began walking away.

“Malfoy?” She hated how timid her voice sounded. “Consider this me asking you to walk with me.”

He slowly faced her, a sly grin plastered all over his face. “Oh? Did I hear that correctly? Do you want me to?”

“I’m only going to say this once,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and trying her best to look intimidating. “Walk with me. Please.”

“I guess I’ll take it.” Malfoy glided down the hallway to her in just a couple steps, sending her yet another smug look.

“You made up that whole ordeal about Gryffindor Tower being targeted, didn’t you?” asked Y/N as they rounded the corner to reach the staircase leading up to the common room.

“You bought it, didn’t you?” 

“Who says I didn’t just want you to walk with me?” pushed Y/N. This was as close to flirting as it would ever get for her--but it looked like, somehow, things were falling into place. The heat in her cheeks must’ve been from the excitement of making progress. 

Malfoy’s toe caught on the first stair and, if it weren’t for Y/N’s steady grip on his arm, would’ve made him go sprawling across the stone steps. 

“Merlin, Malfoy,” she said, immediately dropping her grip from his shoulder. “What’s gotten into you?”

He responded with an unceremonial snort and a withering glare. The rest of the walk was done in silence, and Y/N noted how careful his footwork became around the Gryffindor steps.

“This is me,” she finally said once they reached the tapestry for the Gryffindor dorms. He seemed surprised, and only then did it strike her that he’d probably never seen the entrance himself before. “Thanks for being such a gentleman.”

“I live to serve,” he drawled.

And just like that, he was gone.

~

Her plan was simple. She had located an extra monogrammed pouch in her cabinet, a rich mahogany color with her family crest in a vivid gold, and placed both his quill and the lavender bottle. She would corner him after breakfast or follow him out of the Great Hall and show him then.

However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Malfoy was not coming to Saturday morning breakfast. Many people didn’t, but Y/N had never known him to miss it. His normal spot was vacant, and it certainly wasn’t a house-made decision as all of his Slytherin friends were present and accounted for. Y/N couldn’t say for sure, but she could see Parkinson turning her head to the entrance every time the doors thudded open before glancing back to Malfoy’s empty seat when it turned out to be someone else.

Where was that loser?

“Excuse me,” she said to the trio as she stood up and brushed off her skirt. “I think I’m going to go get some fresh air. I have a bitch of a headache.”

Hermione and Harry expressed their sympathies while Ron gave her a characteristic mumble through his mouthful of bread, and she was off with the pouch secured in her cloak pocket.

It was a clear November morning, clearly Mother Nature’s attempt to slowly move the world from the crisp autumn to a cold winter. The sky was clear and the sun’s rays warmed her skin at a slanted angle, casting weak shadows across the courtyard.

If I were Malfoy, where would I go to sulk?

The obvious answer was either the Slytherin common room or his own dorm, but that was without a doubt out of question for her. She wasn’t even sure if she possessed the knowledge to guess which corridor the entrance was in, much less work out the password herself. Beyond that, just getting into the common room and waiting would be...She shivered. It would be a terrible idea while she was clearly wearing a cloak in Gryffindor red and gold trim. 

As she continued her aimless wander around the castle, she heard the slightest sound from the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. It wasn’t ever really in use--no one came in there to actually use the loo unless they wanted Myrtle to materialize and tell them her supernatural troubles while they were in the middle of their personal business--but it was often the source of strange happenings. 

Like the cursed objects she thought to herself, her nails digging into her palms. But did she care about that right now? Surely cursed objects seemed somewhat...suspicious. Dark magic was difficult to hide, and to a pureblood eye that grew up around magical objects, cursed things shouldn’t be impossible to spot. 

And, plus, it was Malfoy she was looking for. None of the students had died from the curses so far, and if she was able to break through and learn something, or at the very least gain his trust, the reward to the Order would be more than worth it.

She stepped in, expecting to see an entirely empty bathroom with perhaps a ghost rattling around at the sink. Instead, a different sight awaited her.

Draco Malfoy was clutching the edge of the cracked sink basin in front of him, rocking himself back and forth and shaking. From her vantage point, she could see that he was dressed in his normal garb--a black ensemble--but his hair was unruly and messy, sticking up in the back like he’d hurriedly tugged something over his head.

A strangled gasp grounded her and halted her curious observations. Malfoy began to make these awful sobbing sounds, like he could barely manage to breathe. 

Y/N was frozen in place as she surveyed her options. If she stayed and tried to talk to him, he might react in anger or hurt her. But if she just left him, like this, all alone...She swallowed once before stepping forward.

“Malfoy? Are you okay?” Obviously he’s not, you bint said a voice deep in her brain. She pushed it aside as he swung around, his wand raised and his eyes blazing. “Whoa! I’m not going to...Put your wand down!”

He stared at her, his eyes wide with horror as he continued to shake, so much so that his wand slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor. Without thinking, Y/N reached into her pocket and flung her wand away, holding her hands up.

“I’m not going to try anything. I promise.”

As she drew closer, she could see the remnants of tears on his wet cheeks and the way that his silver eyes were rimmed with a bloodshot red. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he hissed, his voice weak and cracking. 

“Neither should you. This is the girl’s bathroom.”

final a/n: ok so lmk if you guys wants me to continue. i really did not edit the last half fjkdsal;f also kinda made this an au where malfoy tried to assassinate dumbledore. with more than one cursed object but dw it’ll all make sense ill clear that up 😭

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco x you #draco #draco malfoy x you #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x oc #draco malfoy x oc

[kyun-toast]

[ATEEZ] as University Students

a/n: I love college AUs but I'm British so I thought I'd chip in w some painfully British uni lad ateez

Hongjoong

Besties w his tutor

Got his life down on lock

One of those ppl that are always on top of their work, have acc done the reading and gets good grades but is still rlly cool and has a social life ygm

But thats only bc he lives in the library

Has a designated seat and there's an unspoken rule amongst the students that that's HIS spot, nobody sits in it

Often seen napping at said library spot

So well dressed. He’s one of those students that always catches your eye around campus or lecture halls

Bc he’s just so well dressed for a uni student running on 0 hours sleep and red bull

Probs studies smth like joint honours music and philosophy

Also Vice President of smth like filmsoc

Friends with the baristas at Starbucks bc he’s just in there for caffeine all the time

We all aspire to be like student hj, just more sleep pls

Seonghwa

Voted most eligible bachelor amongst students

Famous around campus just for being so pretty

He’s one of those ppl you see on like the first day of uni and it’s an instant crush

But you’ll never be able to do anything abt it you just have to admire from the other side of the lecture hall

Actually speaks up in seminars bc he’s done the reading sat next to hongjoong in the library

He looks like he’d play tennis for uni and varsity tickets would sell like crazy bc so many ppl have crushes on that man

He’d bring his lil meal prep packed lunches to uni lol what a little sweetheart

Been pictured in the uni prospectus at least once

Hongjoong makes him go w him to freshers fair for his society to use as bait so he stands there handing out leaflets for a soc he’s not even part of

Yunho

Doesn’t know what’s going on half the time he’s just happy to be there

This is v evident in lectures. Professor could be going on and on in a stats class and he’ll just sit there smiling

His gaming setup takes up most of his room and is also where most of his money goes

Texts u at 4am like hey u wanna get pizza

And you know he’s up at that time bc he’s been gaming all night

Still gets good grades despite the fact that all he does is game?

You ask him how he does it and he’s just like idk?

You are perplexed.

All soft in cute jumpers and hoodies but one day you’ll see him suited up at a formal and wow heart eyes

Super fun at parties too, have u seen that man dance?

You have multiple videos of him twerking

Yeosang

That mysterious boy at the back of class that doesn’t speak a lot but whenever he does its always smth smart af

Types really loud on his macbook

Looks like he doesn’t have any friends

But outside of lectures he’s always w friends that look equally as mysterious and cool

No one on your course knows anything abt him

But you see him at a house party once and he’s just stuffing his face w food having a great time

Feel like his alcohol tolerance is super low

Two shots and he’s out cold

And then you’ll see him again at some niche soc social like basket weaving or smth

Works part time at a cool clothing store like allsaints or cos

Chicken shop connoisseur, knows the best places in town

San

Actually studies rlly hard, i can tell he always gives 110% on whatever he’s set his mind to

Soft student always in oversized hoodies, spinning pens, v enthusiastic and pays attention in lectures

But when hes w wooyoung oh man

The enabler, 110% attitude towards drinking too

Pours drinks w 80% alc 20% mixer

“my mother didn’t raise a quitter”

Type to sprint home from the club bc he doesnt wanna waste money on uber

Will make animal friends otw and bring them home

You wake up and come downstairs the next morning and theres just a pigeon in your living room

On the athletics team which is why he may find it instinctive to run home when he’s drunk

San would like for there to be a greggs on campus

Mingi

ALWAYS napping in lectures, seminars, during lunch, in the library, u name it

Knows the best spots for it tho.

You didn’t know there was a secluded spot w bean bags under the stairs at the back of the library until mingi told you

Never missed 9am lectures but will nap through them instead

Gets freshers flu every year and the cough lasts for months

You hear someone cough in the room over and ur like oh, well there’s Mingi

Gives you the best advice at 4am in the library

Also best cuddles

Studies smth like aerospace engineering but regrets it bc he didn’t know what he was getting himself into

Considers dropping out every exam season but always pulls through w good grades?

Wooyoung

Bnoc thats all i have to say

Has like 4k followers on ig

Always running around campus for no reason

Woo and san together at parties u know its going to be buck fckin wild

Always got ppl swooning over him but he just wants to have fun!

No time for relationships! Only alcohol!

When he studies tho? £3 meal deal and writes 2 sentences kind of guy

Business management OR marketing student I can feel it in my bones

The type to tell u funny stories in a silent library and it takes everything in u to stop laughing

Ppl will look over at you two and youre just holding your breaths on the verge of exploding

Security will kick u out at one point

Tight w the local kebab shop bossman

Jongho

Brings everything in a backpack to uni like a year 7

Need a hole punch? Ask jongho. Painkillers? Jongho. Assortment of multi coloured pens? Jongho

Writes the best notes

They're all colour coordinated in different folders for different modules

All the office ladies dote on him bc he’s so sweet

They all offer him tea and biscuits

Youngest but is the voice of reason in the group

Wy will be like do u wanna get drunk in the library

And jongho is like bro ur deadline is tomorrow are u ok

The type to be filming all the other guys when theyre up to some questionable stuff for the memories

Feel like he’d be on committee for whatever course he’s studying

I get pharmacy vibes from this boy

Got job offers lined up for when he graduates

#i’m not sure why there are random spaces between the bullets someone help me pls #ateez #ateez headcanons #ateez college au #college!ateez #ateez university #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez fanfiction #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeonsang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez oneshot #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

[volleychumps]

hii can i request something with tsukki and maybe ushijima where they have a really big soft spot for their s/o and they’re so sweet to her that she genuinely doesnt know how mean/intimidating they are to other people? but then they’re see how they are with others and then *schocked pikachu face*

shocked pikachu face indeed~, enjoy love! 

Softie. (hc w/ Tsukishima and Ushijima) 

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Tsukishima 

- Blonde (sometimes) bitchy boy made it an odd point to kind of make excuses for why you couldn’t come visit the volleyball club after school 

- Would give you a small, half-grin when you would visibly pout as you claim that it’s not fair- you wanted to see what your boyfriend invested so much time in- as he gives you forehead kisses to lighten your pout 

- “You’re cuter when you’re not mad at me.” “I’m not mad!!!” “Sure.” 

- Isn’t super big on PDA so it’s no surprise to anyone that a lot of people don’t know just how far this blonde broomstick would go for you 

- Like literally when you’re in private he can’t keep his hands off you, whether it be playing with the ends of your hair as he listens to music or lifting your knuckles to his lips when he wants attention 

- So imagine you’re surprise when you rush to the volleyball club after school with his favored pair of forgotten headphones in hand only to walk in on the worst kind of conversation 

- “Awh~ Is the King getting fussy because he’s falling back to his old ways?” 

- what the actual fuck who is this 

- continues, still not seeing you as some of his teammates fall on your figure standing at the doorway behind him- Yamaguchi putting a finger to his lips to his best friend with widened eyes 

- Like you’re so shocked you’ve never heard his voice dripping with so much intent to dig underneath someone’s skin 

- “Did you not learn anything from being alone all the time?” “Tsukki-” 

- “And you, Hinata- just because you can spike and have an ungodly amount of energy doesn’t mean-” 

- glares at Suga as his senior physically turns him around so he’s facing your direction, eyes framed by spectacles widening a fraction as you recover from your shock as quickly as you can 

- narrows his eyes as you smile a bit nervously at him before Tsukishima sighs as if he was facing a heavy inconvenience that tugged at your heart- and not in a good way 

- “U-Um, I’ll just uh, leave these here.” “Y/N-”

- but you don’t stay to listen before you’re spinning on your heel to leave the gym, groaning when the blonde easily catches up to you in four strides as you still, his hand on your wrist 

- “Y/N.” “I shouldn’t have come- I was just-” 

- hugs you gently, pulling your waist back so your back is flushed against his front, making you bite your lip as Tsukishima’s lips fall next to your ear 

- “Do you hate me now?” 

- is shocked when you do a whole-ass 360 with a wtf are you talking about expression on your face

- “Listen Kei-” Oh shit you in trouble now, boy "The next thing you say something so dumb, I’ll harm you!” 

- is smirking now as you stomp your feet, pouting up at him as you sigh, picking up his hand to drag your thumb across the ridges

- “I could never hate you- just...I wasn’t expecting to hear you talk like that with your boys. But it’s no biggie.” “Wait, really? And they’re not my boys-” 

- “Yes, dummy. But remember, pull what you did back there with me and I will not hesitate to withold kisses for a month.” 

- “What are you, the devil?” As he smirks, leaning down to place a not witheld kiss on your pout

Ushijima 

- Don’t even get me started on how much this boy actively shows his love for you, albeit not as affectionate as some would think 

- 100% the type of boyfriend to remember all the little things about you, and when he exhibits his knowledge of stuff, it’s really just to see you smile 

- “Coffee. I ran by the shop this morning.” “Love, you didn’t have to-” “You have an exam today, right?” 

- So when he sees your small grin into your coffee cup he thinks waking up the extra hour to go is so worth it 

- Sends you messages to make sure you make it to your destination safe and gives you updates on his whereabouts to ensure you won’t worry about him

- Doesn’t show you off to the whole school- but it’s pretty clear that he makes it known: rubbing the small of your back as he guides you through school, and ruffles your hair a tad affectionately before seeing you off to class

- Shrugs when you say that you want to come observe a volleyball practice, but makes you sit a safe distance away to ensure that you won’t get hit 

- At first, you’re surprised at how distanced Ushijima seemed from the rest of the team, the others simply nodding to him (minus Tendou that little shit lmao) in praise when he lands a perfect spike

- But you weren’t expecting for the whole team to still into silence when a ball goes flying in your direction, but still missing you by a long shot as Ushijima’s brows furrow together

- An expression you had never seen before sending a chill down your back

- Your jaw slackens as Goshiki bows deeply to his senior as if he was his servant, exhibiting the difference in how the team seemed to establish the line between themselves and their star spiker 

- “U-Um, I’m okay!” you call out, offering Ushijima the smile he loved so much as you see him visibly relax as Goshiki flinches when he turns back to him

- “...be more careful.” “Yes, senpai!” 

- Was he always this...respected to the point where people were actually scared of him?

- Walks up to you after practice, sipping deeply from his water bottle before occupying the seat next to you in the empty bleachers and now empty gym 

- “Are you...surprised?” As he looks down at his feet, hunched over so his elbows rest on his thighs, and you quirk a brow in response as he seems to scoff a little 

- “That others find me intimidating? Are you going to start after what you saw?” “What? No.” 

- Blinks, eyes widening at your immediate reaction and at how genuinely upset you seemed that he would think that 

- “Are you crazy? Never.” as you shake your head vigorously, causing a rare smile to tickle the corners of your boyfriend’s mouth

- “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting it, but if that’s a side of you- I don’t care what other people think.” 

- is rendered 50% more speechless than usual as you sigh, resting your head on his shoulder as if you were tired

- “Don’t say things like that.” 

- Glances at you as an arm drapes around your shoulder, tugging you a bit closer as Ushijima leans his head onto yours, closing his eyes 

- “Mm.” 

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General works: @kasandrafaye @savemesteeb @dreebbles @takemetovalhalla @yams046

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu anime #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu karasuno #karasuno #haikyuu shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa

[haikyuuwaifu]

Intro 2

Genre: Drama, Fluff, Humor, Angst

Warnings: Swearing, Crude Language

MASTERLIST

BESTIES W/ TESTIES

-Kuroo has a lot going on for a full-time college student. The new ghibli theme of the cafe was courtesy of Akaashi and Kenma. They wanted a place that they could enjoy and not feel so overwhelmed in. The owner was down for it after seeing how well other cafes with “themes” were doing. Kuroo and Iwaizumi are best friends that occasionally fuck. They had a relationship together with another girl, but things went south fast, and now they don’t really date. If they have an itch they take of it together. Tooru likes to egg Kuroo on, but they get along. Both of the understanding that the other makes their best friend happy. Women have in fact left their panties at the cafe for Kuroo.

-Oikawa calls Iwa at like 2/3 in the morning all the time. Usually after he makes Kenma go to sleep. Kenma loves his man, but sometimes he lets Iwa deal with it. Women always ask Kuroo or Iwaizumi if their “friend” is interested in them. Then they tell them they don’t mind sharing when they make crude comments about how Iwa tops Kuroo (which is true). Atsumu spilled his drink when he tripped over Osamu’s foot. Kiyoomi almost committed manslaughter. 

-Tooru plays volleyball with a university in Argentia. He misses Japan and visits for long periods of time in the off season. He and Kenma are seen as an odd couple, but it works for them. Especially since Kenma isn’t the most social. For Tooru, he makes the effort; but Tooru knows when to get him to open up and when to settle with the silence. Tooru loves to annoy mad dog, but only when he’s thousands of miles away. He always hopes Iwaizumi will save him, but we all know he’ll let Tooru get his deserved ass beatings.

-Bokuto is a big Kuroo simp. They have the ultimate bromance, and Iwaizumi, Akaashi, and Kenma are tired of it. While Bokuto gets money for sponsorships and things for playing for the college and being an up and comer for the pro league, Akaashi goes spending crazy on Ghibli merch and Manga A LOT. Bokuto KNOWS Iwaizumi tops. 

-Akaashi is bratty when it comes to Ghibli. The only reason Bokuto didn’t want Akaashi to get the special addition novel, was because he already got it for him as a congratulations on his exam test scores. While Tooru is all about money and flashy things, he’s actually very strict about Kenma and his obsession with Ghibli. He and Akaashi go to the museum like a few times a week; so Tooru and Bokuto have put a cap on visits, two times a week or 4 times a month. Dealers choice. Akaashi helps edit makki’s cam stuff, and he and Kenma have bought him much better equipment.

-To the public, Oikawa is loud, outgoing, and “selfish”. To Kenma, he’s just a volleyball obsessed boob that needs his milkbread fix 24/7. Behind the scenes Kenma and Tooru are very different with each other than the public perceives. Kenma and Suna out each other for shit all the time. At this point its a huge competition. Fans always go into Kenma’s Dms and his comments to ask about Kuroo and Iwaizumi. Honestly, he’s thinking about setting them up just to get the fans off his back.

-Sakusa was so upset about Atsumu spilling his drink on him, that he failed to notice how pretty he looked flushed and blushy until AFTER he was gone. He hated himself more for feeling guilty about glaring, because he thought Atsumu was really, really cute. Alisa and Bokuto do a lot of crazy shit when they’re drunk together. It’s hilarious really, but she’s not one to be messed with. Omi is tired of people asking about his single friends. They’ll date when they’re fucking ready.

-Suna is a blackmailer and a photographer. The photographer is new, thanks to a gen ed credit he needed, but he likes it. He does in fact have pics of Kenma dressed in a maid costume and Oikawa paid him thousands for it. He saw Osamu at the student services center, but he was too shy to say anything. Before he could garner the courage, the silver haired man had been approached by a gaggle of women. Poor Suna went home pouty and empty handed.

-Girls are intimidated by Alisa, even if she is team vagina. She’s very aggressive in protecting and promoting her friends and what they’re doing. She’s also looking for a girlfriend, but she wants someone genuine, that her friends will like. 

-Makki has never had a boyfriend. In high school he was devoted to volleyball, and not much else. The man he saw was Issei. He kind of recognized him, but he doesn’t remember where. He had no plans to go to college, but Tooru and Iwaizumi convinced him it would be a good idea. He always says Kuroo and Iwa are taken by him, but everyone knoews he’s never even had a boyfriend, let alone had sex. 

a/n: There will be no taglists at this time. Thank you:) Mama <3

Intro 1| Ch.1

#merrygoroundoflife #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu concepts #haikyuu #haikyuu smau #smau #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo scenarios #kuroo imagine #iwaizumi x reader #iwazumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime #iwazumi x reader #iwazumi scenarios #iwazumi imagines

[corrodedseraphine]

MY VERSION OF WHAT HAPPENS AFTER SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME #2

“Welcome, Mr Parker. Let's start with a question, why are you interested in working for our company?”

Just yesterday I felt prepared for every possible question. I repeated them all a million times in my mind and gave the most demanding answers possible. Now I had an emptiness there. I was just muttering clichéd answers which I had read on the internet while sipping my coffee after last night's events. I only dreamt of going home and going to sleep. Finally, the mass of questions ended and there was a deafening silence. The man conducting the job interview left the room and again I was haunted by the ticking of the clock. Tick tock tick tock tick tock. I needed this job, I needed to earn money. Unfortunately, the scholarship I got from the school was not high enough to pay the bills and still make a living. The final exams were in a few months, and in the interval between school and university the scholarship would no longer apply to me. The job of assistant in a small laboratory was not a dream, but I had to take it. The door to the room opened and in it appeared a middle-aged man dressed in a smart black suit. His shoulder-length black hair almost blended with the colour of his clothes. Most of his face was covered by large black sunglasses. Today's weather was not the best, the sky was cloudy and every now and then a few drops of rain fell on the ground. So why does he need them? “Welcome to the team Mr Parker. I hope that our cooperation will bring much good.”

“Thank you for this opportunity, sir…”

“Gears. Lucas Gears. When can you start?”

“Actually, right away” I replied enthusiastically

“Unfortunately, this will not be possible today because your position is not ready yet. You can come back tomorrow at eight o'clock. If that is all, you are free for today.”

“Thank you sir” “See you tomorrow, Peter.”

Despite the nasty weather today promised to be a good day. I got a job that would give me some stability in this crazy life. A good start. One of many beginnings that awaited. Hopefully each of them will be this good. If everything had been normal I'd probably be celebrating with MJ and Ned right now. Unfortunately, nothing was the same anymore. So I decided to visit the one and last person who remembered and knew me before the great global amnesia. I didn't have a suit, so, unable to be conspicuous now, I took the underground. It had been a long time since I had done this, and I could say that it gave me pleasure. To feel like an ordinary person. The underground was swarming with people going or coming back from work. When I looked to his left, I saw a boy who was watching me carefully.

“Cool backpack” I said and pointed at the bag with the image of Spider-Man.

The boy did not have time to answer because his mother reacted at once by sending a hateful look and she told me not to bother her son. Fortunately, we were almost to the stop where I had to get off. The weather was getting worse by the minute, perfectly matching the surroundings of the cemetery, but at the same time making everything even more depressing.

“Hi May. You'll be very proud of me, I got a job. I won't have to worry about being kicked out of my flat any time soon.” I said and looked at the gravestone hoping to get some kind of answer. “I miss you May. I hope Strange's spell didn't get you where you are now and you remember me as I am.” Tears rushed to my eyes. Why did she have to die? I will never forgive myself. I felt responsible for her death. Many times I was wondering what would have happened if she had survived. Would she have forgotten me too? Peter Parker did not disappear from the lives of others. All the documents remained. I was listed as a student all the time, my library card worked all the time, my certificates of completed training and internship at Stark's company didn't either. The spell erased all memories of Peter Parker from other people's minds, but it didn't erase me from their lives. After all, I can always create new ones, right? I was just an average stranger now.

“Here we are again.” At the sound of that voice I felt like crying even more. It was Happy. I wanted so badly to talk to him about all this. To get it off my chest to someone I trusted. But I couldn't. Or could I?

“True” I answered while quickly wiping away tears.

“Are you okay?”

“Hard to say.”

“Look, I know we don't know each other very well…” We know each other too well! It's me, Peter! I wanted to shout it in his face. “...but if you ever want to talk to someone, here's my number. I've been thinking about it a lot and I have the feeling that May has her fingers in it and there is a reason why we meet here almost every day.”

“Thank you.” I wanted to hug him, but instead tucked his business card into my jacket pocket and turned to leave. But I didn't move on. I felt that I had to ask one more thing. “At the very end, do you think she regretted being there?”

“I do not think so. Being a heroine was in her blood. Unlike some, she didn't need special suits, webs or magical portals. She gave her whole heart to helping others, and that makes her the best superhero we've ever met. Spider-Man is a small wonder next to her.”

“Do you think that her death was his fault?” my throat was so constricted that I barely managed to say the question.

“I think that there is still a person hiding under the disguise of a spider. Whoever he is, I know he did everything he could to help her. No matter how much this loss hurts, we can't blame anyone for it. Otherwise hate would take over our minds and we would become the people she never wanted us to be.”

“I should go…”

“Take care, kid. And remember if you need anything, call me.”

I suddenly felt incredibly tired. All my emotions overwhelmed me in an instant and I didn't know how to get out from under them. We can't blame anyone. Unfortunately, inside I felt that I could. That person is me. It was all my fault. On my way back on the underground I was wondering what to do with the phone number I had been given. I knew the number well. Tony had told me to memorize it, knowing that I would need it someday. I needed it more than anything else. I needed my Happy back. But not even Tony Stark had considered such a scenario. No one did. As I crossed the doorstep of the flat the exhaustion became even more intense. It was only two in the afternoon, but I felt like it was the middle of the night. I closed all the blinds in the flat, and lay down listening to the sounds of the city for a long time until I finally managed to fall asleep.

"May?" I asked in disbelief. "I have missed you so much!"

"I am with you all the time." she answered with a warm smile on her lips. "I have never left."

"I saw you dying, I heard your heart stop beating!"

"It was just a bad dream, Peter. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." I looked around, everything looked so familiar. It felt like home.

"Was it all a nightmare?" I asked with hope but Nobody answered. "May?"

When I turned around and I was no longer standing in the room. I was no longer Peter. I was Spider-Man in a collapsed building. I didn't want to turn around. I didn't want to look to his left because I knew what was there. However, this time my body did not listen. My head involuntarily changed direction and my eyes refused to close.

"May!" I ran up catching her before she fell. "Stay with me, I beg you." She looked me straight in the eyes, putting her hand on my cheek.

"It's all your fault." But it wasn't May. Those words, spoken in the voice of a green goblin, carried throughout the building.

Drenched in sweat, I jumped out of bed as if burned. The goblin's words were cracking my skull from the inside, as if they wanted to get out. I could not get rid of them. I looked at the clock, it was eight o'clock. I still had a few hours of sleep left. The question was whether to sleep or to have a nightmare. I put on my headphones and set the music to the highest volume possible. I fell asleep, hoping the songs would drown out the too-loud thoughts.

#spiderman fanfiction #spiderman #mcu imagine #peter parker #no way home #marvel

[rocketink]

LOST AND FOUND

In which you lose your stuff all the time but your first-floor neighbour somehow always has it for you. Or, in a soulmate world, your soulmate finds everything you loses and reverse.

pairing: minghao x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, crack + neighbor & soulmate! Au 

wc: 2.2k+

warnings: none I think (this type of soulamte thingy is kinda crazy tho). Btw this is my first au so I’m sorry fpr any mistakes!! + English is not my first language so apologies :)

notes: I migh turn this into a series since I’ve thought about some details here and there as I wrote this au?? What do you think?? 

The situation inside your apartment has turned unbearable, and you know should have moved with Joshua when you had the chance. He wasn't the closest of your friends, but you're sure it would have been more comfortable with him rather than third-wheeling your roommates.

Now, you don't hate Mingyu and your best friend, you just think they are disgustingly cute. You feel very happy since you've seen them pining after each other for a while now (all the furtive glances they sent to each other when they thought nobody was looking was like being inside a rom-com movie and it was hilarious at first. It eventually became too much to handle). You've never seen two more oblivious people inside a room, it was exasperating. Things began to turn serious when they discovered they were each other's soulmates and they've been seriously dating ever since.

It's great, really, but why do you have to see each of their displays of affection? Or, should we say, why doesn't the time to find your soulmate finally get to you?

Because you know, deep down inside you, that the problem is not that they have a soulmate. The problem is that you don't find it.

"Good morning, love." Mingyu greets your friend with his deep morning voice, and gives them a kiss on their temple. "Good morning, Y/n." He gives you a tiny hug and you growl.

"It's too early for being cute don't you think?" You ask joking-not-so-joking.

"Feeling grumpy at eight in the morning? Woah, breaking your own record." You laugh at what your friend says and they laugh too. You don't mind being like this, just why does it have to get so awkward sometimes?

"Guys another disgrace has happened." You announce solemnly. "I have lost my jacket"

"Again?" Mingyu judges.

"But didn't you wash it yesterday? It must be hanged with the rest of the clothes."

"I checked when I woke up because it's cold and it wasn't there."

"It was pretty windy last night, maybe it fell?" Your friend suggests and they grin. "Maybe Minghao will bring it back to you later?"

Ah, here we have the other reason why you want to move to a lost town somewhere in Australia: Xu Minghao, your first-floor neighbor, the one that has an apartment to envy because of his small, well-decorated courtyard. You don't envy that, though, because your clothesline is right on top of his courtyard, and sometimes he has to bring you all the clothing items that fall into his yard. You don't know how all that ends up there, you've tried everything: from securing your clothes with more pins to tying it to the clothesline. But none of that ever works, and he always goes all up to the third floor -where you live- to give it back to you with a smile and a 'see you soon'. How does he know it's your clothes? You made sure to tell him the first time this happened.

Just like your friend predicted, that afternoon Xu Minghao knocked at your door.

"Hello." He greets with a friendly smile and your heart melts.

He's too adorable to handle.

"Hi, Minghao. Don't bother I think I know why you're here." You joke at your own clumsiness and he laughs with you too.

"You must have been cold without it." He seems worried and you shake your head.

"Don't worry, two layers of blankets made up for it."

He puts his hands into his pockets and smiles shyly and you feel your heart bursting off. When he leaves, you notice your jacket smells like him.

Ah, how you wished Minghao was your soulmate.

Things get more complicated when the finals approach. You can barely stand even after drinking your daily coffee and you spend day after day coming and going from home to the library. You are so focused and stressed that you barely pay attention to anything else, and you've lost from pens to your entire case. All of them safely brought back home by Minghao. You do not know how or when you threw your case through the window for it to end up at Minghao's yard, but he always brings some hot chocolate and a small talk with him, so you do not complain.

After all, you don't even remember how you wake up every morning by the end of the day. You end up thinking you need to control yourself a little more during finals.

One day it gets out of hand. You've probably had the worst of the days. You woke up late because you didn't hear the alarm clock, your roommates being all lovey-dovey already got you on your nerves, your exam was harder than you expected and you had a bad feeling about your answers. Then, when you finally got home, late and tired, your keys were nowhere to be found. You could feel your eyes getting watery and you knocked at the door. Nobody answers, your friend and Mingyu are celebrating their anniversary and you don't want to bother them even if all you want is a hot shower and watching a romantic without friends to cuddle. You immediately think of Minghao, would it be too much if you asked him to spend some time with you? You answer to yourself that yes, it would be too much, there's no need to bother anyone else. So what do you do now?

"Y/n?" Somebody asks behind you.

"Minghao?" And there you have it, just the one you were thinking of.

"Hi, uhm, are you okay?" You want to cry to that question, but you manage to hold back your tears.

"I'm fine I just- I must have lost my keys because I can't find them and there's no one home and I just want to sleep." You explain briefly.

"Are these your keys?" He holds something in his left hand that looks like your keyring -a framed pink paper with your name on it and a little olaf your sister once bought you-

"How did you find it?"

"I didn't, it appeared in my yard". He is as confused as you are.

"But... I remember I put it inside the pocket of my bag." You explain. "When I arrived it was opened so I just supposed they fell out. And there's no way they fell into your yard because they are always inside my bag, I never threw them... Why would anyone throw a keyring through my window? I-" You try to explain without taking a breath so that Minghao doesn't think you're a weirdo, but now you can't fight back your tears and Minghao looks worried.

"It's okay Y/n, don't worry, I understand. Well, I don't, but I know you didn't do it. Hold on let's get inside I'll make you some hot chocolate and we can watch a movie, okay?"

You nod without thinking, just wanting to be lulled into some peace. He makes you some hot choco as promised and makes some small talk while choosing a movie to watch.

"So where are your roommates?" He asks.

"Celebrating their anniversary."

"Wait, are they dating?"

"Didn't you know?"

"No? I'm so shocked what the hell." You laugh at his astonished face. "But are they...?"

"Soulmates? Yes, they are."

"Woah, lucky."

"I know right." You don't want this topic to surface but you can't help but ask. "Have you met your soulmate?"

"I haven't." After a few seconds, he adds, "have you?"

"No, not a single clue of who they are. I don't have a timer or a tattoo, or see them in my dreams... I'm getting tired of waiting. Overall watching the two lovebirds every day of my life."

"It is the same thing for me. I'd love to meet them or just to know how they are. I know I'm young and all that but I'm just very curious and almost all my friends have met them while I still don’t know how to find them. I feel left out."

You nod, relating to that feeling.

"By the way, if it gets tiring, why don't you just move out?"

"I don't know where to move to be honest. I don't know if I want to go through the 'look for a new apartment' process again, it's too tiring. Besides, I still have fun with them, they're not to blame for my loneliness."

Minghao laughs and looks away.

"Just so you know, I'm moving out next month. I found another apartment for a better price and I'm going to leave the one I have now. If it gets too unbearable, you can just take my place." And you are too focused on yourself to notice the sad look on his face.

Because Minghao and your little encounters made your whole living in a student's apartment life better, and you don't want him to go away. But you are just a neighbor in Minghao's life, so who are you to tell him that?

Minghao moves the following month just as promised, and you can't remove the moping face you wear.

"Why are you so sad Y/n? I've seen the new neighbor, he is as hot as Minghao." Your friend winks and you roll your eyes.

"I don't care. If he doesn't pick up my stuff then I don't want him."

"I've heard he is all the time arguing with their other roommate. Maybe they leave sooner than expected and Minghao comes back!"

"Don't be mean, Gyu!" You nag and he shrugs.

Somebody's knocking at the door distracts you from your conversation and both of your friends turn to look at you.

"Why do I always have to get the door? There's no Minghao now, I don't want it."

"Maybe is your new blue prince"

"Shut up, Mingyu."

But when you open the door to a frowning Minghao, your heart backflips.

"What are you doing here Hao? Is everything okay?"

"I am a little concerned." He shows you a small necklace you recognize immediately. "What was this doing in my house?"

"I lost it last week at university! I didn't know where it went." You try to answer.

"To my room?"

"Look, I also don't know what was my necklace doing in your house in which I've never stepped a foot in because is like five kilometers away ... Oh my god Hao did you walk here?"

"I took the bus." He looks down and then right at you. "The last time I saw you you were wearing it. I've been thinking for a week how did this get there since I haven't seen you in a month, I never took it and I know for sure you are not a stalker who would leave their necklace inside my room when nobody’s looking."

"Have you reached any conclusion?"

"Absolutely none. Then I talked to Jun and he said some of the romantic trash he usually thinks of, but this made me think."

"What did he say?" You don't know what direction this conversation is taking.

"He's a soulmate expert you know? He told me that maybe it’s because destiny wants us to meet again and I thought that couldn't be because oh god, what have I done to deserve you? Then I decided to make a little experiment and I'm really nervous because if this doesn't work out I might have lost the most important thing to me. Do you mind checking your room?"

You feel everything inside you revolving because of every single one of his words, but still, you do as he requests. You check your room, ignoring the question marks over your roommate's heads, and find nothing different. Except for a new notebook on top of your nightstand you hadn't noticed. It's a sketchbook, and all of the drawings on the inside are signed with Minghao's name.

"Is this yours?" He sighs in relief when he recognizes the sketchbook.

"This is a part of my life, you know?"

"Then how did you lose this?"

"I told June to leave it somewhere I didn't know so that I couldn't even look for it. I wasn't sure if it was going to work."

"I can't believe the universe does works like this."

"Me neither, but I'm glad it did."

"So, you said this friend of yours is an expert in soulmates?" You don't want to ask it directly, but you want to know if he's implying that you two are soulmates.

"Yes, I used the s word." You both laugh.

"Does this mean that you and I... You know."

"Jun told me this type of soulmate is rare, but it has happened under easier circumstances. All I know is that I keep finding you every time and I don't know if I ever want to stop finding you."

"OH COME ON JUST KISS ALREADY." You hear Mingyu shouting from the kitchen. "Babe, now I know how Y/n felt with us."

You want to laugh at Mingyu and tell him 'Ha, suffer you loser', but Minghao has other plans.

When he kisses you everything just seems simple and suddenly everything is fine, and you don't want to stop doing it. It's warm, it feels as if you had lost and found the most important thing in your life.

"Hold on then why did I never find anything yours?"

"Y/n, you break the kiss just to ask this?" You blush and he sighs. "I'm a very organized person, unlike others, so I barely lose things, happy now?"

"No. Does this mean that if I get lost in a crowd would you magically find me? You know, since I got lost."

"I don't know Y/n, and I don't want to find out. Now come here, I want to cuddle."

"Oh, yes. Finally."

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P-Bestfriend!Yuta x female!reader | G-A bit of angsty (?), Fluff, bestfriend to lover | W-Mention of rooftop, mention of toxic person, negativity thought | WC-0.7k

Velvet's say: I just realized I didnt post anything in this 2 weeks. I just having a stress month or maybe a year. Blame my exam paper lol jk. So here for you:)

Tagging: @neoturtles

Moment

Time passing, and the sunset right now are following the time. Just wait till the end. The ending sometimes sad and happy, that's the quote he always put it in his smart-savage brain. He still wondering what would it be, a happy or another one? But the ending isn't happen yet, like what it said, just wait till the end. The truth of sunset never lies to you, never to you two.

Yuta are gazing the beautiful sunset, at his favourite place to admiring it, rooftop. Nothing to be scared when he chilling at here. Everything feel safe,secured,the fear dissapeared in this place. Nothing to be scared

Suddenly your figure running through his mind, is he thinking about you right now? Yes. Its about your friendship, what happening in the future? Is it will become like a clićhe kdrama? Like besties to lover? How? Or maybe the future will ruin your friendship? How about if third person will make it toxic?

Thousand question sank into his mind almost make him 'crazy' but nah, he just want to chill right now. So he tried to calm his own soul and trying forget what he thinking. Urghh no, why Im still thinking about that? He thought. Is it love?

No, you maybe dont love him if he confess it. You said you love him as friend. So why he want to confess it if the risk to ruin the friendship is high? Sometimes he just want to tell you his feeling for you, but it stops him to tell about it when you say that.

No, the truth is you regret to said that

When the thoughts busy running in his head, suddenly something disturbed by someone body leaning against his back that make him flinch a little. He know who is it

"Busy huh?" You joked

"Kinda. Busy thing about you" he said

"Sounds interesting" you slowly move your hands and put in on his hands. Its make his heart more fluttered. In short, you two silently like it

"How long we being a bestfriend?" He ask. Yuta suddenly feel dumb to asking that. I mean, he know how long it is. Why he asking that if he know the answer?

"Sudden question huh? Of course 1 year" you close your eyes tightly and breath slowly

"Do you ever feel something odd between us?" Why he suddenly asking this,you thought

"What?"

"I mean, do you ever an intense feeling of deep affection on someone?" He feel awkward to said that. He never forgive himself if you reject him

You laugh

"Do you search the word "love" for the definition in google" he grinnning when you reveal the truth

"Yeah whatever. I like you" he said

"I like you too"

"No, in the different way" he can feel the nervous filling in his soul. Want to knowing what would you said.

"Oh" you speechless. You not expeting this could happen. You turn your body and make eye contact with Yuta. After he hearing those 'oh' word, he really regret it

"Its okay if you dont feel it. I just know this dumb thing will ruin our friendship" he look away

"No,wait" you hold his shoulder and kiss him. Your action make him shook and his eyes gone widen

"I love you too" You said. He smile sheepishly when he hear that like an idiot. While you cant stop blushing

"ImSorryIKnowIbadAtConfessIJustPanickWhatWouldHa-"

"Hey slowly, yeah maybe you are bad at confess but at least for me this is the best thing ever that hit my life" you smiling at him. He is about to kiss you but unfortunately-

"Yo new couples! I know you busy with your business but can at least you join us to go to the fancy dinner tonight?" Mark shout from far

°•°•°•

Its true. The love between you two keep blossom continuously without feel any doubt, like the flower meet the sun and water to keep growing healthy without sick. The powerful of love sometimes make storm scared to snatch you. The sunset never lies,never.

"Mom! Dad! Look at this! I got A on all subject!" Your son run towards you and handed you his result paper. You can scan his face that he's very happy

"Congrats, dear! We are very proud of you!" You hugging him and kiss his forehead while Yuta keep pinching his cheek

"Yeah! Thats my child! Smart like me" Yuta said

"We also have a surprise for you" yuta said

"Youre gonna be a brother soon" he winked at his son

Your son jumped on his own happily

"Im gonna be a good brother!"

And they live happily ever after

Ending fairy

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