#I'm pretty sure it's not the only time i drew them in a notebook either

[marauders-bs]

do-do-do-do-do i am gonna make an alt ending for this >:) it will be sadder be prepared

"Go away," Regulus said, head bent over his book so his curls cover his writing.

"I want to know why that happened."

Fucking James Potter. Of course it's Potter.

"It didn't," Regulus said, dipping his quill in ink. "That didn't happen, Potter. It was a reflex."

"It was a reflex to kiss me back?"

"That's what I said," Regulus muttered, thinking of the curses his friends knew for when they figured this out and almost smiling at what Potter had coming to him.

Potter rolled his eyes. "What, so you stick your tongue in people's mouths anytime they kiss you? Who are you kissing, anyways?"

"Barty gives pretty good tongue," Regulus said casually, enjoying the way Potter's eyes widened.

"Why are you kissing your friends?" Potter asked, very clearly trying to play nonchalant.

Regulus looked up, putting as much Black sarcasm into his face as he could physically muster. "Bat's kissed all of us. We were high, anyways. He's got-"

James sat forward, leaning over towards Regulus. "Oh? Who's he got now?"

"If I told you," Regulus said, closing his notebook, "We'd both wake up in May in the States. Bat doesn't fuck around."

"How would he know?"

Regulus raised an eyebrow in Potter's direction. "He knows."

"Your friends are so strange," James says. "I'm almost glad I don't know them."

Regulus shook his head, picking up his quill and fishing Advanced Potion Making out of his bag. He'd stolen the copy from Sirius, who hadn't even noticed it was missing yet.

"If I were one of your friends," Potter asked, clearly unable to stand the silence, "Would Crouch have kissed me?"

"Probably," Regulus answered. "But we're not friends, so it doesn't matter."

"You don't think we could ever be friends?"

"No," Regulus answered, trying very hard not to think of James's hair or his shoulders, or the way his arms were now folded on Regulus's shoulder.

"That's good, I think," James whispered, bringing his head to rest on his hands, which was still on Regulus's shoulder. They were eye-to-eye now.

Regulus could've shoved him off. It was probably what James was expecting.

He didn't.

"Why?"

Regulus turned his head and found James's face mere inches from his. He couldn't help but be reminded of the day before, when James had surged forward out of almost nowhere and kissed him.

"Friendship," James whispered, eyes dropping to Regulus's lips and back up again. "That's not exactly what I want from you."

Regulus's hands felt useless. He wished he could do something with them.

He remembered yesterday, when James had kissed him. Sure, Regulus had kissed him back and fled, but-

In the moment.

This time, it was Regulus who leaned forward. He let his eyes flicker closed in their little corner of the library Regulus had casted a concealment charm over once James had arrived.

He leaned back, just a little, when James was unresponsive.

"Why'd you stop," James murmured, smiling a little as he drew Regulus by his neck, and Regulus had no idea how his hands had ended up there but they were warm, and-

Sweet Salazar, James was warm. He was like a little sunbeam personified. Regulus wormed his hands to James's back, doing his best to turn his shoulders so they could fully face each other.

They broke away only to kiss again, and Regulus had to open his eyes.

James was smiling, yes, Regulus could feel that, but his eyes were closed and he looked relaxed. Regulus hadn't realized either of them weren't relaxed until they both were.

"Was that a reflex, too?" James murmured against Regulus's lips.

"Oh, fuck you," Regulus replied, leaning in again. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips.

[potatoplace]

Bloom

Elain x Reader

kinktober day 4 | sex pollen, outdoor sex, dub con

kinktober masterlist | ACOTAR x reader masterlist

Story Summary: Your friend Elain wants to visit the first just outside of Velaris to sketch plants in their natural habitats, but her mate Lucien wants her to have someone else with her, in case anything dangerous comes nearby. You accompany her, making a day out of your time together. One of the plants she finds has a rather unexpected effect.

Warnings: dub con because it's sex pollen, kind of cheating but it's not really a choice, smut

Words: ~1.9k

Author's Note: this one isn't as long as I wanted it to be, but it's enough that I'm happy with it. I just really wanted to get something out for tonight! I hope you guys like this, there will be a second part later in the month featuring Lucien too ooooo~ enjoy!

18+ only pls

🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍

A knock on your front door drew you away from your book, and when you opened it you were delighted to see your friend, Elain.

"Elain, it's nice to see you! Come in," you said cheerily, stepping aside and letting her through the doorway. You closed the door behind you and followed Elain into your sitting room, where your book on magical theory was spread wide open.

"Good morning, Y/N, I was wondering if you'd like to walk in the forest with me? I want to go and sketch plants in their wild habitat, but Lucien doesn't want me to go into the forest alone..." Elain trailed off, making puppy dog eyes at you.

"I'd love to, 'Lain! Just let me get changed and pack some food for us, I'll meet you at your house in half an hour, if that works for you."

Elain beamed at you. "That works perfectly! I'll see you in a bit, Y/N." She left your house a moment later, and you turned to your kitchen.

Knowing Elain, the two of you would be out for most of the day. She tended to get lost in what she was doing, especially if it had to do with plants.

You packed your knapsack full of goodies- some berries, carrot sticks, jerky, and a croissant for each of you. You also made sure to tuck two waterskins inside.

Soon you were outside of Elain’s door, fist raised to knock when it swung inwards, revealing Elain, a satchel hung over her shoulder.

“Let’s go!” Elain said brightly, locking the door behind her. The two of you meandered through the streets of Velaris, making your way to the edge of the wards of the city. In a few minutes, you passed through the wards, the silky feel of magic slipping off of your body marking the spot.

The two of you chatted about random things as you walked, you told her of your most recent class with young fae, and how impatient they were with attempting to summon their magic. Elain talked about Lucien, and how protective he was becoming lately.

“It would bother me, if I didn’t find it so sweet,” Elain said dreamily, and you smiled.

“It’s nice to have someone looking out for you all the time, isn’t it?”

She nodded in agreement. “It really is, he just wants me to be safe-” Elain gasped. “Look at that! What pretty flowers!” She exclaimed, leading you by the hand to the edge of a small pond, and pointed at the bright pink flowers, growing on top of the water, leaves spread underneath them. “I haven’t seen it in any of my books of Night Court flora, I wonder what it’s called?”

“Hmm… I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before,” you murmured, staring hard at the flowers while you wracked your brain. “Or it’s just pretty enough that I feel like I’ve seen it before.”

Elain had already sat down and was pulling a notebook out of her bag, along with a quill and pot of ink.

“Sketching this one?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Mhm. I’d also like to take a sample home, so I can see more of its characteristics up close.”

You nodded, though Elain’s eyes were either glued to the page in front of her or the flowers floating on the water. You joined her on the ground, pleasantly surprised at how soft it was from the thick carpeting of moss underneath you.

Your knapsack followed next, placed on the ground to your left. Laying down, you settled in to watch the trees shifting above you, their leaves swirling in the gentle breeze.

A time later, you weren’t sure how long, Elain gently poked you awake, her fingers meeting your side. You sat up slowly and yawned, then stretched your arms out. “All done?” You asked, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

“Yes, all but the sample,” Elain replied, her eyes meeting yours.

Those damn puppy dog eyes.

“You want me to go and grab one for you, don’t you?”

Elain smiled sheepishly and nodded. “If you wouldn’t mind, please.”

You shook your head in amusement. As though you would say no to her, when she still had some struggles with being in water. “Since you said please, I’ll do it for you.”

“Thank you so much!” Elain exclaimed, squeezing your arm gently and smiling at you.

“You owe me a coffee when we get home,” you said as you undid your laces and pulled your shoes off of your feet, then stood from your spot on the mossy ground. You undid the buttons on the back of your dress and let it fall off of your body, pooling at your feet.

When you dipped your toes into the pond, you were pleasantly surprised to find it a mild temperature- most waters in the Night Court were frigid year round, so this was a welcome change. You waded into the water, hesitating for a moment when it hit your waist.

“How’s the water?” Elain called out from the shore as your shoulders went under the surface of the water.

“Lovely!” You replied as you started to swim, making your way for the blooms in the middle of the water.

One was in your hand soon enough, plucked from its leaves. You did your best to keep it above water as you swim back to Elain. Once you were able to stand, you inspected the flower, mesmerized by the intricate swirls of a lighter shade of pink covering the petals. You took a small sniff of the flower, and stopped in your tracks.

It smelled amazing.

“‘Lain you have to smell this, mother above it’s heavenly!” You squealed, rushing through the water to reach her. You offered the bloom to her, which she took readily and lifted it to her nose, sighing happily at the scent.

“That smells so good!” Elain exclaimed, but you weren’t paying attention to what she was saying.

Because your body was on fire.

Desire had started licking its way from your core outwards, overtaking your senses within seconds of handing the flower over.

Your eyes locked onto Elain’s chest, so beautiful and soft and ready to-

Stop. She’s your friend.

You shut your eyes for a moment before they snapped open once more at the change in Elain’s scent, now mixed with desire.

Your eyes locked with hers for a moment before her brown orbs drifted lower… To your own chest, lingering there until a whine escaped your lips, drawing her gaze back to yours.

Your lips met a moment later, hers so plush and soft against yours you thought you could die from the feel of them. Elain’s hands were all over you, taking off your bra and tossing it to the side, her hands squeezing your breasts firmly. You broke away a moment later when her fingers pinched your nipples, a gasp tearing from your lips.

Your hands flew to the back of Elain’s dress, unbuttoning as many as you could before you started tugging the dress off her shoulders, revealing her pert breasts- bare already. The two of you were on each other again, tongues warring as you pushed her backwards, crawling on top of her where she was sprawled on the soft, mossy ground.

“Y/N,” she moaned as you separated, her hands looping over your shoulders. “Please…”

You could tell what she needed, just from her scent alone, and wasted no time in slinking down. You tugged her panties down quickly, your eyes locking on your prize.

Elain’s glistening pussy, so pink and pretty and all for you.

You positioned yourself between her thighs on your stomach, your arms wrapping underneath her thighs and keeping her spread wide.

The first lick was heaven, and the second even better, the sweet, honeyed taste of Elain’s arousal coating your tongue. You licked her clean before spreading her lips and tasting straight from the source, fucking your tongue into her hole as Elain’s hands grabbed your hair. She gently tugged you up so that your lips were hovering over her swollen clit. Your eyes met hers when you licked her bud the first time, a grin crossing your lips when her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gasped softly.

Her heavy breaths were music to your ears, soft whines cutting through the haze of your thoughts and helping you to focus on feasting on the female below you.

Your hips were moving of their own accord, trying to find any friction to appease the aching heat between your own thighs. The urge to snake a hand between them was strong, but a particularly loud moan from Elain had your hand slipping out from underneath her and up instead, ghosting over the skin of her inner thigh before meeting her center, one finger sliding inside of her with ease.

Elain’s hips lifted off the ground a moment before settling back down, grinding into your finger. Her soft moan and hand pushing your head down had you wrapping your lips around her clit as you pushed a second finger inside, delighting in Elain’s breathy moans.

You pumped your fingers in and out, curling them into the spot that made Elain moan loudest as you sucked on her clit, moving faster when her thighs clamped down on your head, and a gentle scrape of your teeth was what pushed her over the edge, screaming out her climax into the forest air.

Her legs were shaking as you continued to work her, prolonging her pleasure until they fell to the side and her hands stopped pulling you closer and instead pushing you back slightly.

Your own hips were still rocking into the air, searching for friction that you couldn’t find in your current position. You rested your head on her right thigh, and your gaze slipped up Elain’s body, cataloguing the flush across her chest and the slight gleam of sweat on her skin before meeting her chocolate eyes. You bit your lip at the look in her eye, the hunger still burning within her.

“Y/N…” Elain said softly.

“Mm?”

“Lay back, love.” Elain’s voice was low, heady with desire as her hands pushed your shoulders gently, your body putty in her hands.

Her touch was like cool water over your skin, relieving the heat that had been building for so long now. You were laying on your back with Elain hovering between your thighs, her eyes locked with yours.

“‘Lain, please,” you begged, canting your hips up.

“Since you said please,” Elain said breathlessly, lowering her mouth to your pussy and keeping her eyes level with yours.

The first brush of her tongue against you was amazing, flashes of ice filling your veins, but the moment she had pulled away heat rushed back, worse than before, only abating with Elain’s touch.

“Fuck, ‘Lain,” you groaned, hands pawing at her shoulders. “Feels so good…”

Elain pulled away for a moment, saying “I know, love, just hang in… it feels a little better once you finish.”

You groaned at the thought, tugging her closer and she giggled in response.

“Be good, okay?” She asked, peering up at you from her lashes, and you nodded your head.

You could do that. You could be good, to keep Elain’s mouth on you.

You will be good for her.

General Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff

[tmf-confessions]

God I love how much of a follower Liam is. Gotta be one of my favorite things about him, it's so fun.

Let me put it this way: Whenever the jomies start making fun of someone or engage in any of their usual asshole behavior, Liam is never the first one to do anything. When Drew, Henry, and Liam enter a scene, he is never going to be the first person to speak. Drew or Henry will always talk first. Hell, there's even a scene where Liam and Drew approach Jake, and even though Jake specifically apologizes to Liam, Drew is still the first of the two to actually say anything. Really the only time I can think of where Liam is the first to say something in a scene is the whole "She saw my donation message" scene from episode 9, but even though the audience is entering when he says this, the group's clearly been talking and hanging out for quite a while, since Zoey exclaims they she's bored only a minute or two later.

Once you notice it it's actually fun to keep track of, at least for me. A good, clear-cut example for what I'm talking about is Liam only messing with the Music Club's equipment after Henry does. Another example is when Drew makes fun of Hailey and calls her Jake's girlfriend, and Liam follows it up by asking Zander about Luke and calling him Zander's boyfriend. Or in the comic episode, when Drew initiates the bullying of Hailey, Henry joins in and steals the notebook, then Liam joins in as well. Even in the climactic scene where Zoey, Lia, Drew, Henry, and Liam all gang up on Jake, Liam only follows once he's sure everyone else is in agreement and opens his opinion with "Henry's right". Liam always waits for someone else to do something first before following along, and I love it.

I know some people characterize Henry as the slightly less extroverted or the more easily embarrassed one out of the two of them, but to me it will always be the other way around. To exemplify this: Liam absolutely hates the old pictures of himself from middle school and fears what they'd do to his reputation, but Henry likes the cosplay pictures Liam has of him. Hell, Henry sings Baby by Justin Bieber at the top of his lungs in the middle of the lunchroom. Henry is anything but socially unconfident, whereas Liam does seem to be a bit shier in that aspect (not that I'd ever describe either of them as shy, being slightly shier than Henry is nowhere close to actually being shy haha). Liam seems to worry a bit more about what other people think of him than Henry does.

Along with all that, Henry immediately makes his interests pretty obvious. Anime and visual novels are two things we know for certain he loves, and he also has a strange interest in lettuce and a lettuce-themed idol. He's so open about these things that Jake is made aware of them within only the first few minutes of meeting him. Liam isn't quite the same. We know that he wants a girlfriend, sure, but Henry has an obvious equivalent of that in his pursuance of Lia. We never even see any of the girls Liam supposedly likes. And for someone who wears a shirt with a literal videogame controller on it, he is the person who talks about and plays videogames the least out of all the jomies. Jake and Drew have gaming nights, and we see them playing together live and in pictures. Henry, as previously stated, proudly proclaims his love of visual novels, but Liam? We know he knows enough about the videogames Henry plays to talk about them with him, but other than that we've got nothing. Liam's interests are mostly left up to interpretation. He probably likes videogames since he wears a shirt themed around them, and he might be into sports, since he does play soccer with Jake and Drew. But Liam never goes out of his way to actually mention having an interest in any of these things, so those are just guesses. He's not even the one to bring up his only known past interest in dressing scene, Henry does that.

Liam is just mostly reactionary throughout the series. He's way more likely to go along with whatever topic is already being discussed than bring up something he likes. (Of course, this gives me the freedom to completely make up interests for him, which is almost more fun anyways so oh well, now I can just decide he has a romance novel obsession and no one can stop me haha). We overall just know way less about him as a person and that is so fun.

All of this has led me to believe that, if Henry and Liam were to leave Drew for whatever reason in season 2, Henry would have to be the one to do it first. I genuinely cannot see Liam ever taking a step like that without knowing Henry was with him on it. Then again, Henry seemed really torn up about Jake's whole thing in the finale, so I'm not sure he'd be able to actually pull the trigger either. But I still think he's got a way better chance than Liam, since he's a little bit more independent in his thinking. When Jake and Drew argue and have their little break up, Henry tries to intervene, but Liam does not and actually seems panicked at the idea that Henry is doing so. Liam only actually speaks after Drew leaves and it's clear Henry's not going to speak up again.

Drew, as we've seen, can function in an important scene without Liam and Henry, and I think Henry could manage a solo scene as well if he needed to (even if seeing him without Liam would be a little off-putting honestly). But I'm not so sure for Liam.

This isn't to say I think Liam's character is as reliant on other characters as, say, Luke, he's still got his own personality. But Liam is written in such a way that it's clear he was originally never meant to be his own independent character separated from Drew and Henry, and that's so fun from an in-universe perspective. If the Luke fans get to hope Luke has an identity crisis arc, I get to have this /lh.

(I AM SO SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG. This was meant to only be a little ramble-y but I got excited)

-Liam analysis anon

confession #913

[nogenderbee]

Hello! I had a silly and cute idea ahxjahjd

May I request a Toya x Male reader (if its not a problem ofc) when they are at school and they're doing some schoolwork in pairs, then, the reader just ask Toya his hand and he draws some little things like some coffees, stars, hearts, etc. And maybe this can be a relationship not stabilized? That would be even nicer shskhdjd

Have a good day/night!

Hello yet again! Of course you can, dear! I think not stabilized relationship means like hidden relationship but it's possible I got that wrong so deep free to tell me ^^" Anyway I hope you'll still like it!

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Toya doing school project with male!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @yulikesminori @miya-akane @toyaswif3y (not tagging you since you'll get notif either way)

You happened to get school project with Toya. It was pretty good news since you could work with the one you love and not one you don't even like! So right now the two of you were sitting in the library, as you were looking for informations for your project and he was writing down any useful informations.

But searching did take more time than writing things down, so it was just to be expected that he'd be sitting doing nothing for most of the time.

"Maybe I could help you? It'll be easier for you and we'd get the work done quicker."

"It's fine, I'm on good track so I should find something really good soon!"

"As you wish... I won't force it onto you..."

He was noticeably a bit disappointed that he couldn't make it this easier on you and that he had nothing to do right now, he just felt a bit useless there...

He was thinking of grabbing some book but you clearly told him you can get it by yourself so he just sat there, fidgeting with his pen when quite a childish thought came to his mind... he remembered how you drew many little symbols on his hand during classes you found boring and he was caucious for so many days to not accidentally wash it off because he liked it so much! Maybe you'd like it too?

You're not new to Toya's behavior so you quickly noticed him staring at your hand and at his pen, even if it was clear, you still weren't sure since it didn't really expect that from him. Despite that, you figured out asking won't hurt.

"You wanna draw on my hand?"

"Ah, yes I did thought of that... I know I have paper right in front of me but I just remember you doing that tor me and... I thought you may also enjoy it?"

"I'm sure I would. Feel free to do so if you want!"

You responded with a smile and you could swear that his eyes sparkled as he heard your answer! And almost immidietly he gently took your hand in his to make it easier on drawing and began doodling really small images above your wrist level so you could cover it if you'd wish to.

When you finally found something and looked his way, you could see lots of small images, stars, moon, sun, coffee, cookies and even one or two hearts! After all, he wanted to leave something that would clearly say how head over heels he is for you but he still didn't wanted to make your relationship obvious so he only let a few. He seemed to notice you're staring at his work tho and got a little bit nervous...

"It's not too much... is it?"

"No, it's all fine! I love it. I just found something we might want to use in our project!"

Your boyfriend only nodded with that charming smile of his before he moved pen he's holding from your hand, back to the notebook and began writing down whatever informations you gave him.

You on the other hand, couldn't stop admiritjg the little drawings he did. Hearts may be hardly seen but they're there and just the thought of him not being able to resist drawing few of them makes your heart skip a beat~

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[crimsonfireboltart]

To you, Rest in power

Hey, I drew you as I remembered you. Way back when we were at school. I thought that purple shirt of yours looked great on you, or maybe because you almost always wear them when we'd hang out somewhere that wasn't school.

I know you'll never read this. I know it's too late.

Remember when we first met? you staring on my notebook while I draw then bursting out, "those are nice!" then also showing me your drawings. Instant connection.

From then on we would spend our days together. Meeting new friends in the class, meeting your old friends. We would form a group, joining the art club where it was basically just us and our friends. It felt like forever. 3 years felt like forever.

You were basically my best friend at that time. I've never called anyone else that after we drifted apart. I have close friends now, but never a best. You held that standard for me. You were that good.

I'm sorry we drifted apart. I know we had some conflict or disagreements that we should've just talked it out. I wish I was like that back then. If I did, we would've probably still hang out till now. I've always thought that you would've moved on from us through the years, because I thought I did.

Did you know? Earlier this year I had dreams with you. Dreams of the mundane stuff like hanging out, being in school, or whatever. Then one day I to told my Psychiatrist about our falling out, turns out I haven't healed or moved on from it. I spent weeks and months on that topic as my doctor helps me cope and giving me new perspectives from it.

One day she asked me if I wanted to connect to you again. I said no. Because the last time I messaged you, you never read it. It's fine. I understand. I wouldn't read a message from me either. I assumed you've also moved on anyway. It's ok.

But I did had some itchy feeling that I did want to reconnect, but really, I don't think you're using your account anymore, or I'm just muted, or blocked, or whatever. So, nevermind.

Last Sunday hit hard, man. I know we're already "not friends" and never talked for so long in forever. Hearing that terrible news took me out. I relapsed, I punished myself again, fell into a deep dark hole, thinking of kicking the bucket again. The guilt, the what ifs, daydreaming of an alternate universe of where we're all well. (Well, that sucks, Izelle. This isn't about you. Ok. I'll stop)

It's late. It's too late for anything now. The universe probably kept hinting that we maybe talk again this year. I've also read the manga, "Look Back" I thought of us. Except that part in the ending. But now. Well. Fuck.

I know we were best friends for only 3 years, but I'm pretty sure you had an impact on me. --even if I was just a "passing person" in your life.

I never forgot the times we've spent together--even If I'm very forgetful. For that I thank you for choosing me to "annoy" the first time we met.

[4aloysius-porteu]

i really wish i hated you || tsukishima kei

masterlist | 1 | 2 | chapter 3

pairing: tsukishima kei x f! reader

sypnosis: It was an accident that (Y/N) met a certain tall, blonde male; a memory she isn't fond of remembering, but it is where it all started. And ever since, she magically makes her to his path. The image of the bespectacled man dwelled in her mind more than she thought. Tsukishima pushed away his softer emotions and denied their existence, or at least that's what he told himself. But then, he couldn't believe that this girl he labeled as a clumsy, unlucky creature who smashed his glasses is slowly bringing these strange emotions back to him. She might be irritating and dumb sometimes, but he couldn't get himself to completely hate her. Either that destiny was stupid, or he was blessed or cursed.

genre: fanfiction, fluff

wc: 2.6k

She has met the tall, blonde, and bespectacled male yet again.

"Oh, the midget stalker is here."

"You again?! Seriously, I think it's you who's following me!"

"Hah, what do I get from following an extremely short person like you?" He said, borrowing her words from yesterday.

(Y/N)'s eyebrows creased further in irritation. "Why do you keep mentioning my height?!"

"It was you who started it. Anyways, can you shut up? Do you know that you're in a library?"

She didn't retort back and simply sat on the chair with her arms crossed. It was a fine day then —BOOM— this giant decided to appear out of nowhere. She was trying to forget this person who's associated with some of her embarrassing moments but those just got smashed back to her mind. (Y/N) sighed and pulled a book at the bottom of the stack to start reading, but noticed that the blondie is still standing near the edge of the table, hesitating to sit down while glancing somewhere and back to her.

"What?" (Y/N) frowned.

"Why am I unnecessarily stuck with you on this table?" He sighed, pulling out the chair.

"Because all of the tables here are taken? If you're worried about your glasses being knocked off, don't worry, I won't do anything reckless anymore."

"That's a nice reassurance," He settled down and brought out his studying materials.

Both of them shared the table in the crowded library. Ignoring the people, between them was a silent atmosphere. No one was talking as they both minded their own studies; he was reading quietly and turning pages of a huge book while (Y/N) wrote key points from the printed work and highlighting her notes. Sometimes, the other would leave to return books to their shelves and came back with new stacks. This went on for a few hours until her pen ran out of ink. She scribbled at the back of her notebook in hopes that the ink just got stuck, to no avail. She sighed, resting her head on the notebook. But she really needed to take down notes for her upcoming entrance exam.

"Hey." (Y/N) reluctantly said.

The blonde male looked at her, confirming if he's being called, "What?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt your business but... do you have a spare pen?"

He stared at her with a straight face and placed his chin on the top of his knuckles, implying his refusal to lend one.

(Y/N)'s mentally gritted her teeth. I'm just going to borrow a pen and he's making it hard for me?!

Swallowing her pride, she said, "Look, I need to finish my notes. I'll return it to you right away when I'm done. I promise. Please?"

He scoffed as brought out a pen, "An inkless pen is all it takes for you to become a less lively puppy? You better keep your promise."

A puppy?! "You didn't need to compare me to a puppy but, thanks."

She continued her work but her focus was a bit shaken. This happens whenever she's interrupted or took a break away from writing. Soon, her focus vanished and boredom took over. She tried to read a book to review ideas but her brain won't cooperate. She groaned, her head and arms fell to the table again. The blonde saw but chose to ignore her.

She closed her eyes for a second, however, her gaze fell to the blank paper in front of her face. Her hands are itching to do something other than reviewing and writing, so she put down the pen she borrowed and took a pencil out of her pocket. She placed a pile of books near her notebook so that the male won't notice what she's doing. There, she started to sketch the base of the figure.

She would observe the four-eyed guy who's busy reading some sort of article while taking notes. He has a calm expression on his face rather than an irritated scowl or a mocking grin he usually has. He wears a long blazer and probably a long-sleeved shirt inside. His blonde hair is short yet the edges are a bit curly and his upper eyelashes are prominently long. This was the first time she stared at the jerk's face who she kept bumping into random places that irked the hell out of her, but for some reason, she felt that she had seen this person before the accident in the park, albeit she doesn't know where. (Y/N) came to a conclusion; he was a little good-looking.

The girl looked back to her drawing and shook her head at her own ideas. I can't believe I actually thought that this guy is handsome. How can such a mean creature be blessed with such looks?! Ugh, don't mind, (Y/N). I'm only drawing him because he seems like a great canvas subject, it's not like I haven't done this to other people before...

She went on drawing and drew details to the sketch similar to the boy in front of her. To make the drawing more accurate, she stole small glances at him. She kept things low key because it'll be another embarrassing event if he found out what she's doing. She made the lines smoother in one swift move. The hair and clothes' folds are already well-drawn while she focuses on the detail of his eyes and glasses. She was about to shade when the male finally caught her.

"What is it?" He questioned, closing his book with a low voice and creased eyebrows.

(Y/N) froze on the spot. As much as she doesn't like it, she maintained eye contact with him, thinking of the best alibi that he couldn't argue with. Then, she remembered that she doesn't know his name.

"Uhm... nothing. I was just wondering if you have a name." While talking, her finger subtly moved to grab the nearest object it could get to cover her drawing.

"I have, but why would I mention it to you?" He cooly replied.

"It's alright. I'm not asking you to. Unless you want to be referred to as he/him or the tall, blonde glasses guy all the time?" (Y/N) countered.

He silently turned a page before answering, "Well, it's not like we'll meet every day."

"Oh," was her only reply. Looks like he will stay a nameless guy in her head for a long time. She was about to get back to her business when he spoke.

"Tsukishima Kei."

(Y/N) looked at him in surprise. "I'm not going to repeat it." He added.

She smiled, having clearly heard it right away. "Can you tell me how it is written?"

He looked at her to check for ill intentions but found nothing in her eyes. He hesitantly wrote the characters of his name on a piece of paper.

"I'm (L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you again, Tsukishima-san." She'd like to initiate a handshake for peacemaking, but she knows how he'd only decline it. She wrote her name for him to see as well.

Tsukishima Kei. She repeated in her mind. What a nice name.

With a notebook covering the upper portion of the paper where she had drawn his portrait, she wrote his name at the bottom. She proceeded to the shading and background features. Backgrounds are one of the things she hates in art because it takes too long to draw one compared to the subject itself. Luckily it's only a sketch so she won't have to suffer. Although she doesn't know if Tsukishima had seen whatever she's doing so she's still cautious. She peered at him for the nth time so she could distract his peripheral vision. Maybe to test the social initiative skills she hasn't used for a long time too.

"Uhh, can I ask something?" She started.

"Hm?" He responded without taking his eyes off the page.

"What school are you from?"

"Amemaru Middle School."

(Y/N) hummed, thinking of another question, "Then, what school are you enrolling to? It must be an upper class one since you had to read those large books and all."

"Not really," Tsukishima closed the book, "I plan to go to Karasuno High School. They may not have a difficult entrance exam, but these readings are for decent grades and some stock knowledge."

"Decent grades, huh... you look like you could achieve more though. I'm pretty sure you'll ace it." She answered, "I was from Kitagawa Dai Ichi. I'm taking an exam in Shiratorizawa soon."

"You're going to that high-class academy? I see, I failed to notice that because you don't look like one. Have fun clashing with other elites there."

"Elites? What are you talking about, you still believe there's such a hierarchy?" (Y/N) chuckled.

"There is though. A gap between them and mere humans in terms of skills and power."

"In the end, they're still humans though. Be it numbers, hard work, or some unique strategy, those 'mere humans' you say will always struggle to step on equal levels with those on the highest rank."

Tsukishima only hummed and stared down at her, "Perhaps I was wrong on assuming you're an elite. You're clearly not."

"Are you underestimating me?" She challenged.

"No, I was just saying. Can I ask something though?"

"What?"

"Why are you suddenly talkative?"

She was caught off guard but tried not to stutter, "Me? Talkative? I'm always like this."

"Really?" He raised his brows, totally not buying it.

"Ugh, fine! I'm tired of studying!" She sighed, "I was scribbling some doodles on my notebook because I'm bored so I thought it wouldn't hurt to talk to Mr. Beanpole in front of me. Forgive me and my awkward social skills."

"Your social skills are not bad. I'm just thankful you aren't using the precious ink of my pen for drawing." He said, stacking the books he used.

She gasped, panicked inside, "You aren't looking at my drawing, are you?"

He got up to return the books,"Don't worry, it's none of my business."

She exhaled in relief, spared from another memory of embarrassment. Her eyes followed his walking figure and watched his movements. She looked at her drawing to compare and used her fingers to define lighting. When Tsukishima got back and placed new reviewers on the table, (Y/N) asked him once more.

"Do you ever get tired of studying?"

"Sometimes I take a break, but I can only do that if I have finished everything."

"What a diligent student you are."

"I hardly see any benefit in being dumb and slacking off all the time."

"Eh, I hardly see any benefit in studying Algebra and Calculus. I have a lot of questions. Do you use derivatives in counting money or salary? Do you use trigonometry in dividing pizzas or corn chips? Why do I need to find the limit of a function if numbers are infinite? Why do I need to get the formula of a certain point in each line or curve I draw on the graphing paper? What is the correct answer for?" (Y/N) complained.

Tsukishima looked at her blankly, doubting her chances of passing the Shiratorizawa's board exam. "I couldn't argue with that, I'd rather read a book composed of words than formulas, but you don't have a choice. Although, if you plan to be an engineer or something, that'll be a different perspective."

"No, thanks, I won't eat math books for breakfast. Other subjects are interesting enough to keep me awake in class, but numbers don't really entertain me."

"Then, what do you do?" He asked, writing on his notes.

"Not much. I just draw, paint, listen to music, and watch anime."

He let out an amused hum, "How about you? What do you do other than to study?" (Y/N) asked.

"I play volleyball, listen to music, and read narrative books."

"Volleyball? So that's what your height is for! I thought it's just for cleaning and reaching high places."

"That's rude."

"If I am, what do you call yourself? Besides, I don't want to make wrong assumptions."

"You just did."

"...right. I'm sorry."

The sense of familiarity took over (Y/N)'s brain, telling her that she definitely had met this Tsukishima guy before. Her face scrunched a little, trying to search her memories and connect the dots. Her eyes found his face again.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" His eyes narrowed, his annoyance towards the girl slowly rising.

"I HAD met you somewhere... before that accident, where did I see you?"

He was about to say something when (Y/N) stopped him, "Shh, I'm thinking."

He crossed his arms and frowned at her. Volleyball, Amemaru MS... She was about to say it but Tsukishima spoke first.

"Were you one of the audience who watched the middle school volleyball inter-high a year ago?"

"I was! Wait, you remember?"

"That was the only place where I could find someone from Kitagawa Dai Ichi." He confirmed.

"Correct. I was a part of the school paper where I was assigned in the sports category. I took a picture of you when my senior was interviewing you! You were the tallest middle blocker in the games! How could I forget that! So that's why whenever you irk me, it was familiar!"

"How am I annoying you? Aren't you the one who kept on talking right now?"

"I've figured out that there's no kind bone in you. And the way you keep on stuffing the spikes from the opposite team. It was never-ending that they didn't have a chance to score properly." She pouted.

"What do you expect from a middle blocker? It was my job to block spikes."

"You could've gone easy on them."

"The game would lose it's sense if that's the case."

"Fine. You're not wrong." Their conversation was cut short after she ceased talking. At least she found out where she first met Tsukishima. She finished the portrait sketch. Grinning, she believed that she captured his features accurately in her drawing. She'd like to hold it near him and compare to make sure though. Satisfied with her work, she went back on turning pages.

"So, you've finally decided to continue to study?" Tsukishima prodded.

She smiled, "I guess. Thank you for talking to me. That was a great stop."

Both of them worked quietly, but now, the irritation they felt towards each other lessened. After some time, a person in the speaker announced that the library will be closing before 6 pm. Tsukishima returned all the books he borrowed and packed his things.

"You're going home?"

"I don't want to come home late. You aren't finished with your notes yet?"

"Yeah, maybe I'll leave five minutes before six."

"Alright. I'll get going now." He swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Hey, wait! Your pen!" (Y/N) abruptly remembered seconds after.

"I don't need it anymore. It was useful, apart from its close on running out of ink."

"But it's yours and you told me to keep my promise!"

"Whatever. Keep it or throw it." He walked out and wore his headphones, having no intention to listen to anyone.

She sighed and checked the ink. More than half of it is gone, but she can use it again if she wishes. (Y/N) placed her fist to her cheek while writing.

Random Tsukishima Kei facts:

In the second prototype chapter (unserialized, one shot, the first idea of the author on how haikyuu will go) Tsukishima was a second-year, which was changed in the serialized version where he's a first-year. His initial height in the prototype chapter is 184cm, a little shorter than his official height (190.1cm). In an extra sketch, Furudate commented, "Tsukki and Tanaka being in the same year would spell chaos!

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[ladycatofwinterfell]

The color of your eyes

Summary: Catelyn Tully has been dating Brandon Stark for months and she’s never seen even a hint of any color. Then one day he invites her to have dinner with his family and when the door to the the Stark house opens her world suddenly explodes with colors.

This was just a quick something I wrote for fun in like an hour and can’t get myself to edit. So there are probably a lot of mistakes and stuff since it’s not edited at all. But I hope it’s worth reading anyway. 

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Catelyn

For as long as she could remember she had known that the moment you looked into your soulmate’s eyes you would see the world in color. But everyone had got it wrong, the colors would come when you truly came to love your soulmate deeply. That was the way of it. That was at least what Catelyn told herself. That when she really fell in love with Brandon the colors would come. But she was starting to get desperate. She loved Brandon, she really did. But she saw no colors, everything was just black and white and grey. And every night when she went to sleep she hoped for that she would open her eyes the next morning and finally see what all the colors looked like. Every time Cersei showed her a new dress and talked about what a pretty shade of red it was Catelyn just nodded without a word. She had no idea about what red looked like, but no one knew that. She had told everyone that she did see colors because Brandon was her soulmate, wasn’t he? One day he had said to her that he saw colors and that it was because of her, and she had looked at him and found that she couldn’t tell him that she didn’t. Because if she was his soulmate he had to be hers, right? So she had forced a smile upon her face and told him that she saw colors too, that the world was so beautiful. It had been months since that and still she saw nothing. The lack of colors in her life was slowly destroying her from the inside. She just wanted to know what red looked like. She had been told her that her eyes were blue, she wanted to know what that meant. But she went on with her life despite not knowing what color the grass was, fueled herself with the hope of that maybe the next day she would know what color her notebook was. Maybe the next time she saw Brandon she would know what color the sky was.

One Friday night she sat alone in the sofa in her small apartment and watched something stupid on the TV just to pass time. Brandon had told her that he had something important to do and all of her friends were out of town over the weekend. So sitcoms and a bowl of popcorn had been her company. And as she watched the screen and silently wondered what the colors were Brandon just barged into the room. Catelyn had to use all her control so that she wouldn’t scream, hells, was her heart still beating?

“You can’t do that!” she said angrily. “I’ve told you to at least knock before you come in!”

“Sorry, babe” he said and grinned.

He was very pretty. Even in black and white he was handsome. She was so lucky to be his girlfriend, she was reminded almost every day. And he made her laugh, he made her feel so good. But she still saw no colors. Maybe there was something wrong with her, maybe she wasn’t able to see colors because she wasn’t normal. Brandon was her soulmate, why couldn’t she see what color his shirt was? Would she live the rest go her life in black and white? 

“It’s fine” she said and smiled.

He sat down next to her on the sofa and laid an arm around her. She leaned against him, felt the disappointment fill her. No colors that time either. Just more black and white. She hated black and white. She was so tired of them.

“Cat, I want you to meet my family” Brandon said suddenly.

“Oh, uhm... I would love to meet your family.”

The question had caught her off guard. She didn’t feel like Brandon really was the guy to take a girl to meet his family. But she was his soulmate, of course he wanted them to meet his soulmate. 

“My parents invited us over for dinner tomorrow. My siblings will be there too” he said.

“Great!” 

She tried to be cheerful, tried to be happy about that Brandon wanted her to meet his family. But she only felt terrified. Once she had met his family it would be so official. It would really be them. Maybe for the rest of her life. What if she never saw colors because she didn’t love him enough? Was it her own fault that she couldn’t see colors? She had to stop thinking, her thoughts were spiraling out of control. She was just going to meet Brandon’s parents, and it would be fine. It would be nice to meet his parents.

“You don’t need to worry” Brandon laughed. “They’re very nice, I promise.”

“I’m sure they are.”

***

Brandon talked non-stop the whole ride to his parents’s house, so Catelyn didn’t have to. And it was honestly quite nice, she was so nervous that she didn’t know if she would be able to get out words. The feeling got even worse when they stopped the car outside a big house on a quite nice street. And when they walked up to the door and Brandon rang the doorbell she almost told him that she was feeling sick and that he had to drive her home again. She wasn’t ready to have dinner with his family, but she had came too long to call it quits, she had to follow through. And even though she believed that it couldn’t get any worse it did in a way get worse when the door opened.

He didn’t look a lot like Brandon. He was shorter, his face was plainer. But she had never felt a feeling more wonderful than the feeling that filled her when he met her eyes. His eyes were grey, but not like grey had looked like before, it was a new grey, a prettier grey. And his hair was brown and hung down ot his shoulders. She didn’t know how she knew that that color was brown, she just knew. The flannel shirt he wore over a plain white shirt was blue. Blue was a very pretty color, she realized. She really liked blue, but not as much as she liked the shade of grey on the man’s eyes. It was beautiful. And to Catelyn the man was beautiful. 

She stumbled backwards a step and drew in a sharp breath, but didn’t look away from the man in the doorway. She didn’t know if she was able to. And he stared back at her, his lips slightly parted. Did he see colors for the first time ever too? Or was he just weirded out by how she stared at him? Was that man her soulmate? Was she his soulmate? Had she just been living a lie? What was happening to her?

“Have you met before?” Brandon asked confused after a moment of silence.

“Uhm, no” Catelyn said and shook her head slightly as she tried to get herself back together.

When she looked at Brandon she saw that his hair was the same shade of brown as the man in the doorway’s. But his eyes were a different grey. She liked the other shade of grey better. Why? Didn’t she love Brandon? She did, she knew that she loved Brandon. She didn’t even know the man in the doorway. But she had met his eyes and suddenly she saw all the colors of the world.

The man in the doorway, the man who seemed to be her soulmate, held out a hand towards her. 

“My name is Ned” he said.

Ned. Brandon had not talked much about him. They were very different, from what she had understood.

She smiled.

“I'm Catelyn” she said and shook his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

His hand was very warm and suddenly Catelyn became aware of how cold her hands were.

“The pleasure is all mine” he replied.

His voice is quiet, but shocked. He must have had the same experience as she had just had. He must have looked into her eyes and suddenly seen what color they were. What were they going to do? What was she supposed to say? She had met her soulmate, but there was a little problem. Her soulmate was her boyfriend’s brother. And she had told Brandon that she saw colors because of him, as far as he knew she had been seeing colors for months. Holy fuck, she was in a messy situation, there were no doubts about that. In some way she had to break up with Brandon, despite being Brandon’s soulmate, he had told her that she was his soulmate. But he wasn’t hers. How did that even work? Had the universe just screwed Brandon over? Well, in some way she had to talk to Ned. She would have to figure out a way to talk to him without Brandon around. Because he was the person that Catelyn was supposed to spend her life with, not Brandon.

“Come in” Ned said and stepped aside so that Catelyn and Brandon could go inside.

Catelyn glanced at Ned as she walked past him and their eyes locked once more. She quickly looked away, didn’t know what to do or how to feel. Fucking hell, what was she going to do? 

Ned

Brandon was bringing another girl home to meet them. Ned had stopped caring a couple of ones back, no one lasted. Every time his mother insisted on that the one would come eventually, that one day Brandon would bring home his future wife. As if he didn’t know that the girls he was bringing were not his soulmates. You knew when you met your soulmate, not even Brandon would be stupid enough to not realize the difference between black and white and colors. Brandon knew fully well that he was just taking a girl home despite the fact that their relationship wouldn’t last. Ned had promised himself that he wouldn’t let his family meet anyone until it was his soulmate. Until he had met the girl that made him see colors. Because Ned’s world was miserably black and white.

The doorbell rang, but no one opened the door. So that fell on Ned. He walked out into the hall and opened the door. Outside was Brandon and next to him stood a woman. He met the woman’s eyes. 

And suddenly he saw that they were blue. It was the only color Ned had ever seen, but he immediately knew that it was the most beautiful color in the world. He changed his mind a second later though, when he saw her hair. He decided that that red was the most beautiful color in the world. Or maybe it was the shade of pink on her lips. Perhaps it was the slight blush on her cheeks from the cold. In the end he decided that blue was the prettiest color, the blue of her eyes. She was beautiful. And his brother’s girlfriend. And Ned’s soulmate. Oh fuck. 

She stumbled backward and inhaled sharply, but she still looked at him. And he looked at her, couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. The shock on her face was as clear as day. Was she seeing colors for the first time too? Was he her soulmate? 

“Have you met before?” Brandon asked and looked at the woman.

Ned believed that he would have known if he had met the woman before.

“Uhm, no” the woman said and shook her head.

She looked up at Brandon as if she was seeing him for the first time all over again. Well, if she had experienced the same thing as Ned had, she was in a way seeing Brandon for the first time. Was she amazed by how handsome Brandon was? Was she disappointed by that Ned was her soulmate? He knew that he wasn’t as handsome as Brandon, nor as charming. Brandon had always been the one to get all the girls. Ned would have understood if the woman was disappointed by that Ned was the person she was supposed to spend her life with. Was Ned even her soulmate? He had to be, because she was his. And she wouldn’t have reacted so much by just seeing a new person, would she? Maybe it was a good idea to ask for her name, introduce himself. 

“My name is Ned” he said and stretched out a hand towards her.

She smiled. A smile so beautiful that it put the stars to shame.

“I’m Catelyn” she said and shook his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Her hand was so cold that Ned almost got a second shock. How was it even possible to have that cold hands?

“The pleasure is all mine” he heard himself say.

He had never known a greater pleasure than seeing Catelyn. The feeling when their eyes had met, it was the best thing Ned had ever felt. And he didn’t even know Catelyn. Was he supposed to say something more? He would have to do something eventually. But what? Catelyn was his soulmate, but she was together with Brandon. How was Ned going to talk with her about what had just happened when Brandon was there? They couldn’t talk with Brandon around. But she would leave after the dinner, together with Brandon. Maybe he would never see her again, he didn’t know a thing about her. He couldn’t just let her go, she was the person that Ned was supposed to spend his life together with. 

“Come in” he said and stepped aside so that they could come inside.

That was all he could think of. He had to let them inside, he would have to work something out during the evening.

When Catelyn walked past him their eyes met again and he was once more struck by how beautiful they were. But she quickly looked away again, as if though she had been burned. Did she hate it? Would she rather see everything in black and white than in colors because of Ned. He knew that he was probably ridiculous, why would Catelyn hate him? They didn’t even know each other. It was just that why would any woman want him when she could have Brandon? Everyone had always preferred Brandon.

He closed the door and watched silently as Brandon and Catelyn took of their jackets and shoes. Brandon got finished quicker than Catelyn and he immediately walked out into the living room. Ned was about to follow him when Catelyn grabbed his arm. Her long fingers were so cold that he could feel it through his clothes, the poor woman.

“The same thing just happened to us, right?” she said in a low voice.

When he looked at her his words got stuck in his throat. She was so breathtakingly beautiful. Why would she ever want someone so average as Ned?

“I think so” he managed to say after a few seconds.

“Well, how are we going to do this?”

Her eyes never wavered from his, she looked straight at him. 

“’This’?” he asked confused.

“We are soulmates.”

“But you are dating my brother” Ned said.

“That’s a bit of a problem, isn’t it?” she said. “It would be good to talk in private.”

“Yes” he agreed.

She let go of his arm, walked over to her bag and searched it for a moment. Then she fished out a pen and a receipt. She quickly scribbled something down on the receipt and handed it to him.

“Text me” she said and smiled.

Then she followed Brandon without looking back at Ned. He looked down at the receipt and saw a phone number. She had told him to text her. She couldn't dislike the whole situation too much then, could she? If she wanted to talk with him alone. And she had smiled at him. Ned’s heart fluttered when he thought of it. Maybe everything would turn out fine in the end after all.

***

[addictofsupernatural]

Having a Quiet Girlfriend

Jughead Jones x reader

Requested by : @ploopydog

He noticed you one day at school

He was just passing by and noticed that there were some kids picking on you

It wasn't like it was the first time it happened to you, he had just noticed it now

You weren't saying anything to the girls that were making fun of you as you tried to walk through the hallway

One of them pushed you, and your notebook came out of your hands, causing your papers inside to go flying

As the snickered and walked away, you were frantically picked up your papers

Jughead went over and helped

He noticed that they were notes on Jason Blossom's death

You grabbed them from him, muttering a quiet "thank you" and rushed off

He saw you after school as you were walking home, and decided to walk up to you

He put his hands on your shoulders, startling you

"We need to talk. Come with me."

He led you to Pop's, where you both sat on the same side in a booth

"Why do you have papers on Jason Blossom's murder?"

You let out a sort of squeak, and Jughead figures he should back off

He orders you a milkshake

"Give me your number."

You hesitate, but still do it

After all, you've seen him around before

He texts you, and you stare at each other before you answer back

Turns out that, like him, you're very curious and just want to know the truth

He puts down his phone and offers you his hand

"I'm Jughead. Jughead Jones III."

You give him what he finds an adorable smile

"Y/n." You quietly say as you shake his hand

So he offers to work with you

You felt like he was annoyed about you not talking much, but he actually loves it

It makes you a great listener

You two end up being an investigative duo

You were there for him when he became homeless

You hid him in your room and brought him food

You both began leaving sticky notes on each other's stuff

It started with you thanking him with a sticky note for being his friend on his beanie when he woke up while you took a shower

It made him smile and feel good about himself, and from there the notes took off

All of his notes end with a drawing of his signature crown

One day on a weekend you woke up with notes trailing outside of your door

The first note told you to follow the trail

So you did

It led to outside

It kept giving you little signs here and there that say keep going and almost there

It leads you to Pop's, at a booth where Jughead is sitting there with your favorite milkshake that has two straws on the table

You smile and slide next to him "What's this?"

He smiles back and sticks a note on your forehead

You grab the sticky note and read it

Date? With a crown on top of the word

You nod and kiss his cheek, causing him to grab your face and kiss your lips

From then on you two are the "weird couple"

You express your words through writing or drawing

Mainly drawing

Betty and Veronica can't stop gushing over the two of you

Although they overwhelm you at first, you they warm up to you

You, him and Betty run the blue and gold

Pretty soon Archie's dad offers Jughead to stay with them, so he starts living over there

You visit frequently, and Archie's dad begins to treat you like his own daughter

Fred's too good for this world

One day you knock on Jughead's dad's trailer

When FP opens the door, he recognizes you

You come in with groceries and start unpacking them into the cabinets and fridge

You clean out the fridge and all the liquor in the house first

"What are you doing kid?"

"Helping." He waits for more, but then remembers Jughead telling him that you're more on the quiet side

"Why?"

"For Jug." You offer him a smile

That was when he knew his son chose right

You would frequently visit FP while he was trying to get better

You helped by cleaning and trying to teach him how to cook

You would draw him certificates of being sober and frame the latest one to hang up

Once you drew him an updated one, you took the old one out of the frame and replaced it with the new drawing

After you hung up his 2 month sober certificate, he felt ready to ask his son to come home

Once he joined the Serpents, his serpent friend group welcomed you with open arms

That started on the day the Serpents went to Riverdale High for the first day

These Bulldogs were pestering you and knocked you down

Sweet Pea, Fangs and Toni saw

Fangs and Sweet Pea shoved them against the locker while Toni helped you up

"You're Jughead's girl, right?"

You smiled and nodded your head and Fangs' question

"You could hang with us if you want?" Toni offered

"I don't...talk a lot." You shyly said

Sweet Pea put his arm around you

"It's okay smalls, we don't care."

"Yeah, we'll talk a lot for you." You giggled at the three

For a bit, Jughead was jealous of Sweet Pea and your friendship

He thought Sweet Pea was trying to steal you away

But you reassured him that you only have eyes for him and that Sweet Pea was just like that with all of his close friends

Of course, you two said that while sitting across your room from each other

You were writing notes and making paper airplanes to toss at each other

After reading your note of explaining to him that you're what he wants, he sees that you crawled to him and make out

NSFW

You're more vocal than he thought

You don't say a lot, but you do quietly praise him

Even if he won't admit it, he does have a praise kink

His small moans in your ear just make you crazy

You're down to do almost anything, even when he's nervous of asking you

He's a switch, not that you mind being top

You reassure him by palming him through his pants and humming in his ear

You'll let him know when you're in the mood by straddling him and grinding down on him while you two kiss

Unless you two are in public, then you either squeak his thigh or kiss his neck and nip it

Afterwards he makes sure you're okay and takes care of you

He admires your sleeping form before snuggling up to your naked body

[windless-hurricane]

Pennywise and the Dancing Girl

Chapter 1: The Shadow Girl

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SUMMARY: At the moment, I want this to be solely mysterious. I will say though that the "Shadow Girl" isn't who she seems and this will eventually become a Henry x OC (or reader) fanfic.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before I begin, this story takes place in the 2017 IT universe. I also shifted some pieces of information around. So before I'm scolded for inaccuracies, I'll say them now. First off, I combined the Derry Middle School and High School. I wasn't sure if that was the case in the movie, but it wasn't stated. Nevertheless, I will still refer to it as Derry High. The main character is 14 and a freshman (going on sophomore). The entire Losers Club will be in 8th grade (going on to be freshmen) and all 13. The Bowers Gang are all sophomores (going on juniors) and 15, excluding Henry who is 16.

WARNINGS (for the entire series): Explicit language, violence, graphic scenes involving blood and/or death, some sexuality possibly, and some underage drinking and drug use.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

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It was the last day of school. I couldn't lie and say I wasn't somewhere near excited. I knew it wasn't the last day of school altogether, but it would definitely be a step up from my current status as a freshman. All 8th graders dream of becoming freshmen; but once they realize the difficulties of dealing with upperclassmen, they want to join them. That had been the same mindset for me. Not only was I freshman, I was a transferee. That normally wouldn't be such a big deal, but it was at this school.

See, Derry High wasn't a typical high school. It included middle school as well. So, almost all the children here were attending this school for half their lives. They started in 6th grade and ended as seniors. Everyone knew everybody. Due to that, I thought I'd become a perfect candidate for teasing. I was practically fresh meat. However, that didn't happen. Why? Because I was barely noticeable. I kept to myself, hardly spoke a word to anyone, and moved swiftly through the halls like a shadow, avoiding certain people. It soon had become an objective to avoid four sophomores in particular: Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, and Reginald "Belch" Huggins.

They were douchebags who got a kick out of tormenting anyone they saw below them. As a result of their animosity, even the juniors and seniors were afraid of them. You never messed with the "Bowers Gang" as they called themselves. I, a rarity, was not afraid of them and never would be. I just wanted to stay the shadow that I liked being and it became a promise to myself.

I kept to that promise for the entire year and now all I had to do was get through this day like any other. Then, it would be summer vacation, which was full of reading and...reading. I didn't have any friends, but I was satisfied with that. It was better to not get too attached to people you would end up leaving. In a way, that was my curse: the inability to care for anyone because you are not worth caring for. But it would be ok.

I walked through the front doors of the school, clutching the straps to my bag. Other students were already situated inside, engaging in morning chatter and shenanigans. I...went straight to my locker. I knew I had to empty it out and it would be better to do it now than later. So, I put in the combination and got to work. I wasn't necessarily the neatest, but it didn't look like the aftermath of a hurricane. Just messy. There were notebooks, textbooks, and a bunch of scattered and crumbled pieces of paper. It didn't take long to stuff these into my bag and throw what was left away. I closed my locker with a slam, but it didn't echo like it normally would because of background conversation.

I glanced around and my eyes ending up following the scene of two boys running away in the direction opposite to mine. Moments after, Henry Bowers and his gang of misfits were in the shot. He had an apparent smirk on his face. Probably from gloating because of the amount of power he had over the kids here. The thought of it was enough to make me roll my eyes; but I continued to watch, seeing if he would do anything else. He didn't. Just as I was about to turn away, his eyes met mine. He knew I had been staring and didn't have the intention of letting me go.

His eyes were crystal blue and they contradicted mine: my chocolatey brown. However, they still managed to be darker than mine and mine brighter than his. He didn't hold any expression in his face and neither did I. It was just blank staring. This wasn't the first time we did this. Occasionally throughout the year, we'd find each other's eyes, but never did anything about it. He didn't know me and he assumed I didn't know him. We had never been in the same vicinity as each other because if he was ever too close, I would've found a way out. All we had was this.

I hated to admit it, but he was quite pretty to look at. It didn't throw my hormones out of whack or anything. I stared at him because of his eyes. His eyes were dark, beautiful, and so familiar to me. I couldn't put my finger on it. It seemed I had looked into those eyes even before I knew him. There was something that intrigued me about them. I knew there was something hidden there. Even if I already had an idea, I longed to know myself.

I gulped out of my trance and released the handle to my locker. I stared just a bit longer until I turned away, losing sight of him and those eyes. Who would've known that days later Henry would tell me himself that he saw me as this mysterious girl that he wanted to crack. A girl that actually drew him in.

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I was able to make it through three classes of Algebra, English and History. Since it had been the last day of school, we hardly did anything. There was clearly no homework to assign or assignments to finish. It was either a free for all with limited volume or we watched a movie on the projector. I was only interested in the movie. Currently I had one more class until lunch and no doubt, it was going to be the same as the others. It was actually quite a relief. Relaxing felt...nice. It nearly brought a smile to my face before I was interrupted.

My head snapped up on impulse as I heard a loud smack echo through the hallway. It didn't startle me, but it certainly caught my attention because before I knew it, I was rounding the corner quickly with a newfound purpose. It was a boy and he was lying on the ground. Getting a clearer shot, I saw that it was Eddie Kaspbrak, the local hypochondriac. I never knew him on a personal level, but I always saw him around. As you can tell, I knew a lot more about him than he did me. That's how it usually was with people. I knew along with him being a hypochondriac, he was a germaphobe who constantly expressed his paranoia to his friends. Other than that, he was quite funny and would never shut up about the evils of sickness and blessings of cleanliness. I sometimes found it rather cute.

He was also a favorite plaything of the Bowers Gang, along with the rest of his friends, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris, and Richie Tozier. I saw them around quite often too, either goofing off or arguing. I wonder where they were to have left Eddie alone. To have left him alone with Bowers and the dick squad. Maybe he was just unlucky. Henry had been manhandling Eddie's fanny pack and dumping its contents onto the floor beside him. I could only assume Eddie tried getting it back, but was only met with a shove to the ground. All I did was stare. It seems that's all I was good for.

Even though they deserved a good beating, I never interfered. It was part of the promise and it hadn't been difficult to maintain until now. I nearly wanted to break it. I don't know why, but the feeling was there. It wasn't enough to push me though as the fanny pack was already empty. I watched as Henry threw the pack at Eddie's face and mouthed something that I couldn't make out. Most likely it was some humiliating insult. I looked to Eddie and his expression killed me. Was it - sadness? Anger? Disappointment? It could be helped.

I walked over quietly and squatted down near him as he sat up. He gave me a shocked and questioning look before I began to gather his belongings into the fanny pack. He wasn't moving or saying anything, just watching like I had been moments ago. There was an inhaler, a few containers of pills, bandage. I guess this also served as a small first aid kit. Nice. I stood up and glanced around, making sure I collected everything. I had, expect for Eddie. I zipped up the pack before reaching my hand out to him. His expression managed to change. Why was he looking at me like that? It's like I was some miracle. Then, he looked to my hand and I smiled softly,

"Don't worry. I just came from the bathroom. It's clean."

His gaze switched between my face and hand until he finally took it. His was oddly soft. I helped him up gently and let it go as soon as he was up.

"Um, here," I muttered out, handing him his pack. He was still staring at me and finally, he snapped out of it. He took it quickly.

"T-thanks...um..." he cocked an eyebrow.

"Emma," I finished. "Emma Gray."

"Thanks, Emma." Red found its way onto his face. Was he really blushing?

"It's no problem. No one should face a jagoff alone." He smiled and it made me smirk. I reached into the side pocket of my bag and pulled out my mini bottle of hand sanitizer, showing it off to him. "I noticed you were almost out and you're definitely going to need a lot more to get rid of the stench of Bowers and his goons." I breathed out a laugh. "Here." I handed it to him and he took it almost joyfully.

I smiled completely and for once, it felt real. However, it was short lived. The bell rang.

"Shoot," I groaned. "We should get to class, like, now. It was nice talking to you. See you around, Eddie." I know I didn't give him time to respond, but there wasn't time for a response. I turned around and headed the opposite direction to class.

(EDDIE'S P.O.V.)

"Wait," I called out, but she was already gone.

"Damnit." How did she already know my name? I looked at the bottle she gave me and her name was written across the label in black marker. Her handwriting was beautiful. I let my thumb run over her name as I smiled to myself.

"Emma - Emma Gray."

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(BACK TO EMMA'S P.O.V.)

I made it through Biology and as expected, we watched a movie - a real boring one about the inner mechanisms of a cell. It was over and time for lunch. I was looking forward to it because of what I packed today. If I did it right, it was going to be delicious. I began to fantasize about the greatness of my meal until I was forcefully pulled out of it. Could the world just not leave me to my mind today? Geez.

It was a noise and a deafening one at that. It came from down the hall and it was loud enough to make me wince, slight pain being brought to my ears. Who was it this time and why do they keep interrupting me? Thinking about it more, should I even ask? Knowing this school and its students, it was without a doubt Bowers. Did I want to find out? No. Would I inevitably end up finding out? Yes. This was the only way to the damned cafeteria.

I inched slowly down the hall, not in any rush to get an answer. I wasn't a nosy person. I actually considered myself quite considerate of other people's business. Then, I heard whimpering. I rolled my eyes harshly as I quickened my pace. What's wrong with you, Emma? Why are you being so interactive today? Why the hell do you even care? No one else in this god forsaken school does, why should you? Don't you remember the promise? You're too good for this, but maybe there was a reason not to be too good. Maybe it was Eddie and his call for help.

I rounded the corner and it wasn't Eddie, loosing a good amount of motivation. It was Ben Hanscom, the other new kid. Chubby, adorable, vulnerable, and being pushed up against the lockers by Bowers while his goons watched in amusement. I scoffed. This was the second time today. Was this really his way of celebrating the last day of school?

"Hey!" Oh, Emma. What the hell are you doing? You know you could care less.

All five boys turned their attention towards me with different expressions on each of their faces. Ben's eyes were pleading and hopeful while he was completely red in the face. Patrick was smirking creepily and it was enough to make me shudder. Victor and Belch actually held a similar look that reeked of 'Who the hell is this girl?' For the main star, he just looked pissed.

"The fuck do you want," he questioned deeply, his eyes peering into me.

"For you not to be a conniving dickhead," I stated proudly, stopping in front of them with my arms crossed. I don't know where this surge of confidence was coming from, but I kinda liked it.

"The fuck did you just say to me," he let go of Ben and started lurking towards me. This was the perfect chance for him to get away. The boys were entirely focused on me. I looked passed Henry's shoulder and my eyes met Ben's. He was terrified and astonished. I nodded my head up slightly, gesturing for him to go. He didn't get it the first time; but after repeating it, he got it and ran away. I looked back to Henry,

"You heard me." This is the closest I've ever been to him. We were nearly a foot apart. He was significantly taller than I was, not a giant, but taller. Had surprisingly muscular arms and I never noticed the upturn of his nose before. He broke the distance with one more step. I wanted to step away because of the awkwardness, but I also didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I simply kept my arms crossed and craned my neck up to look at him. He did the opposite with his neck, but also crossed his arms. Maybe this was a way of establishing dominance.

"I don't think I heard you quite right. Mind repeating what you said," he pushed. He was trying to scare me, but I don't scare easy.

"I said, I don't want you to be a conniving dickhead."

"I don't care about what you want," he retorted.

"You're the one who asked, honey." He let out a breathy laugh.

"No one gets away with talking to me like that, sweetheart."

"I think I just did."

"I like her," a voice called out. I soon realized it belonged to Patrick. Shame because I didn't like him. "What're we going to do with her, Henry?" Henry opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"I'll tell you what's going to happen. I'm going to walk away and enjoy myself a lovely meal in the cafeteria, while you four stand around and play with each other's dicks. And then you're never going to bother me ever again. Got it? Ok." I moved to walk past him, but he grabbed my bicep instead.

"It's not that easy," he told me, squeezing roughly. I yanked my arm away harshly, catching him off guard.

"It is that easy because I'm not afraid of you, Henry," I let out through gritted teeth. With that, I pushed past him, hitting my shoulder with his purposely.

(HENRY'S P.O.V.)

Patrick scoffed, "You're just going to let her get away with that? She deserves to be taught a lesson to." I agreed. I completely agreed, but she wouldn't be easy.

"I know," is all I managed to say before I turned to face them. "Do any of you know her?" They all shook their head uselessly, causing me to roll my eyes.

Vic was the only one to speak,

"I know she's a freshman, just not the name." I nodded,

"Lets get outta here." I walked ahead, knowing they would automatically follow. It was that girl. She knew my name, but I didn't know hers. It bothers me, but a lot more than it should. How could I not know the name of a girl like that?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT IS THE END OF CHAPTER 1. Hopefully you enjoyed it! This is the first chapter of a definite series :)

[nogenderbee]

hey hey!! May i possibly request pjsk girls with a reader who loves drawing/art? Have a lovely day!! <3

Hello, my darling anon! I absolutely love your idea but there's overally 15 girls so I had to make 2 parts out of it. I'll post 2nd part the next day this will be posted! But anyway I know it's short but I hope you enjoy either way <3

PJSK girls with reader who loves art part.1

Tag List: @qwnelisa - come get your charming idol~

⊱ Ichika didn't noticed your love for art at first, it's later on when she walked into your room for the first time and saw a bunch of drawings on your desk and she's absolutely impressed by your skills

⊱ definitely will ask if you can draw Miku or if you have any drawing of her, and if you do then she'll also ask if she can keep those drawings

"Your art is so pretty! Do you have any drawings of Miku? And if so, can I see them?"

⊱ if you just like art and don't really like to draw, she'll gladly show you some of her favorite fan arts and also will gladly see some of your favorite arts

"I recently found this new fan art of Miku and other VIRTUAL SINGERS, and I thought that this may interest you a little!"

⊱ Saki noticed doodles in your notebook you borrowed her since she wanted to catch up on some lessons, and she couldn't blame you for doodling in class but... they seemed really professional!

⊱ when she notices yes u draw a lot, she'll compliment and find something she adores in EVERY SINGLE art of yours

"I love the way you accented those clouds in this one! They seem so fluffy, I just want to hug them!"

⊱ if you're only interested in art and not in drawing yourself tho, she'll ask everyone she knows for good art exhibition, and will gladly go there with you

"Hey YN! Guess what?! I found a really cool art exhibition that will have place in this week! Do you want to go there?"

⊱ Honami found some of your drawings when she was helping you clean your place, it didn't had to be REALLY messy, she just wanted to help you with house work after stressful day

⊱ after seeing how good you can draw, she's really impressed by your skills and that you're so patient for activity like this

"You really drew this?! Wow... you must be really patient then! Whenever I try to draw it always turns out badly..."

⊱ if you don't draw and just like art, she will take you on a bunch of art exhibitions, she often gets informed about new events thanks to her job, so you can be sure she'll suggest something good

"I heard that there will be an art exhibition and it'll be held by the same person who held that great exhibition we couldn't come to last year!"

⊱ Shiho noticed how saw some of your drawings on calm dates of yours when you spend time in comfortable silence and she didn't mind, you liked it so she supported you

⊱ if you share your drawing with her and ask her for honest opinion then don't expect her to hold back, sure you might be her lover but she'll still give you friendly criticism

"It's not bad... but I feel like this part ruins the whole drawing... I can't tell what's wrong tho since I don't know much about art... maybe try adding some more colors?"

⊱ if you only like art and don't actually draw, she'll gladly listen to you about it all and definitely will explore a little more about artist you're interested in the most

"I checked that artist you liked and I really like this one painting of theirs. What's your opinion on it?"

⊱ Minori once asked if you know anything about art because her groups next stream was supposed to have art theme and luckily for her, you did!

⊱ if you showed her your drawings, she's absolutely amazed by your skills and will compliment every single one of your drawings

"I didn't knew you could draw like that! They're so pretty! Can you show me your sketches as well?"

⊱ if you're only interested in ary and don't actually draw, she still would like to know your favorite artist so she can share them with her group

"These are drawings of your favorite artist? They're so pretty! I'm sure everyone on stream will love it as well!"

⊱ Haruka was telling you about book she read recently and really liked, and you couldn't help but remember drawing you had about the same or very similar topic to her book

⊱ if you show her some of your drawings, she definitely would be amazed by you and will ask if you have any recommendations on logo she wanted to give her group merch on social media

"Your skills are really impressing! Do you have any idea how to make my groups logo look better?"

⊱ if you don't actually like to draw and just like art, she'll show you some drawings she found for your opinion, after all she'd like to know your likes and dislikes in art so she can find some exhibitions you'd like to visit

"I recently found this drawing and really wanted to know your opinion about it."

⊱ Airi saw some of your drawings when she was hanging out at your place and was looking for some of her lipstick she left at your place

⊱ she honestly was pretty amazed by how well you can draw and will ask you if you can help her design some of the decorations she thought for her groups next performance

"Hey, listen there. I thought about making some hearts since it'll be a love song but I don't want some basic hearts!"

⊱ if you're only interested in art and not on drawing yourself then she still thinks you can help her with decorations just by expressing your opinion (she'd also like to introduce you with Ena)

"Hey, I recently drew a little sketch for our next performance and thought that maybe some friendly criticism would be nice!"

⊱ Shizuku always wanted to know about your interests so she probably discovered your passion for art very quickly

⊱ naturally first thing she did was ask if you had any drawings and if you did, she'd absolutely love to see them. And once you do show her, she won't stop complementing how good artist you are

"These are so pretty! I can see all the passion you put into this! And all the colors are making me so happy just be looking at them! And this part is..."

⊱ if you're not interested in drawing but are interested in art then be ready that she'll find you MANY art exhibitions, which is why some of them aren't really good but it's the thought that count, right?

"I found so many art exhibitions and they're all close! We can even have our date there!"

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