#afterwards if I had tried to confuse the other students

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I Know Better

(Billy Hargrove x Female Reader)

Synopsis: You've heard every rumor about Billy Hargrove—from the girls, the guys, the teachers, the parents—it never interested you all that much. Until one of those pesky rumors involved you.

Warnings: Language, slut-shaming

Word Count: 1396

A/N: This is the first stop on the apology tour for everyone who's sent me in a request. It's been a year for some of you, and I'm so sorry and grateful for your patience.

I had a really hard time starting this in the sense that I had so many ideas, but none of them fit with this prompt. So, it took me a while to settle on the story I wanted to tell. I had to stop thinking about this as a “Billy is mean to everyone” fic, and start considering it a “You are Billy’s soft spot” fic. It had to be a “How is he different because of you?” And then it sort of clicked.  

This is a sort of soft-launch to a larger something. I'm not sure if it will turn into a full multi-part fic or just spontaneous additions in this little fanfic universe.

And to the anon who requested this, Tumblr ate your request when I tried saving it to my drafts, so I really, really hope you come across it.

I hope you enjoy!

Anon Request: “Another Billy request idea is “he’s mean as fuck to everyone but me

"Like??? Maybe I need to go to therapy but the hard as stone exterior on that boy and the thought of him being sweet as pie to his girl makes me mush” 

Billy Hargrove never scared you. 

Not even in high school when all you heard about was his bark and bite and overall terrible attitude. 

You didn’t cross paths often, surprisingly so with how small Hawkins was, but sometimes you’d get glimpses of him against his locker or waiting by his car. 

You still remembered the time he pulled in beside you as you were shutting your door. 

Max had waved at you before rushing off to the middle school. Then, Billy had slowly risen, lighting a cigarette in the process, and locked eyes with you. 

He greeted you by name, a lazy smile spreading across his lips, and sauntered away. 

You had replayed that morning for the next two weeks, stunned that he knew your name let alone gave you the time of day. 

It was a month or two afterward when you actually witnessed Billy at his worst. 

You weren’t there for the start, but you had turned a corner in the halls and were met with other students gawking at a fight. 

You shoved your way between teenagers, intent to get to your class before the bell rang when that mullet stopped you. 

Billy had been looming over Roger, the school’s very own sleazy douchebag. 

In your mind, whatever that prick had said or done, he absolutely deserved the consequences Billy was doling out. 

You were about to continue walking when Billy leaned in closer to him with a tilt of his head. And until that point, you didn’t know that gesture could be so menacing. 

“Wanna say that again?” 

Your brows pulled in confusion. 

What could Roger have said that made Billy so furious? 

It must have been some insult, something that cut right to whatever insecurities Billy hid from the world. You really couldn’t imagine what he’d be self-conscious about. To you, Billy was the epitome of confidence. 

Billy’s eyes caught your shoes, and you swore his shoulders tensed. He trailed up your body and met your gaze, grinding his teeth. 

He slowly straightened, and without another word, stormed out of the building. 

Mrs. Click finally arrived and disbanded everyone and helped Roger to the nurse’s office. 

Your last class was full of whispered theories and passing notes. 

I heard he keyed Billy’s car. 

No, Billy definitely slept with the chick Roger was eyeing up. 

Could’ve sworn I heard Roger call some girl a slut-in-the-making. 

The day couldn’t have been over soon enough. 

At least it was the weekend, and in a month, you’d be graduating. 

You were walking to your car, sun in your eyes, and didn’t see Billy leaning against it until you were too close to pretend you forgot something to head back inside. 

“Hey,” he said, putting out his cigarette. 

“Hi,” you said slowly, gripping your backpack strap. 

“You okay?” His hands slipped in his pockets. 

Your furrowed your brow. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” 

He chuckled. “Fair enough.” 

He pushed off your car and took a few steps toward you. 

It was really the first chance you had to take in how blue his eyes were. And while normally you’d look away as you held each other's gaze, something planted you where you stood. 

He had the barest of smirks, so slight that you’d dare call it a smile. 

“If I said I wasn’t alright, would you agree to hang out tomorrow?” he asked. 

You let out a surprised laugh and glanced down. This was the first conversation you’d ever had with Billy, and he was asking you out. 

This was probably how he operated. He’d set his sights on some girl, give them that eat-you-alive smirk, and you’d wake up alone Sunday morning without even a note saying “bye.” 

But even with all that, your curiosity won out. So you made a deal. 

“Tell me what that was all about, and I’ll be there.” 

There was a flash of anger, but you didn’t think it was toward you. Leftover feelings for whatever happened no doubt. Then, he softened in a way you had never seen before. 

“I’ll pick you up at six,” he said, beginning to walk away. He turned around before he could get too far. “Don’t bring a jacket.” 

“Why?” You couldn’t help your smile. 

“You’ll have mine.” 

The cocky grin would’ve been irritating with anyone else, but Billy’s was endearing. 

You drove home with a stupid smile plastered on your face, and you stayed that way until Billy rapped on your door. 

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That Saturday night, he tried to breeze past his altercation. Until you leveled him with a sincere look and said his name. 

He had leaned back in the booth, ripping his remaining fries in pieces to distract himself. 

“He pissed me off,” Billy said, still maintaining his gruffness. 

“I figured as much,” you said gently. You knew if he sensed anything else, you wouldn’t get any answers. 

He huffed, glancing at you before returning to his basket of food. 

“The prick said somethin’ he shouldn’t have.” He shrugged. “I told him as much.” 

You nodded slowly, narrowing your eyes in thought. Billy wasn’t know to beat around the bush. He said what he thought, and you kind of admired that about him. Even if that got him in trouble. But the way he wasn’t maintaining eye contact when that was his favorite way to throw someone off guard was suspicious. He was hiding something, of course, but it felt more than hiding something from you alone. 

You took a shot in the dark. 

“Are you…Are you not telling me what he said because it was about me?” 

His jaw clenched and hands stopped. 

So, that was it. Roger had said something nasty about you, and for whatever reason, Billy took it upon himself to…defend your honor? 

But why? 

And what could it have been to make Billy react like that? You hardly knew each other. 

You inhaled deeply. “Okay. Tell me what he said.” 

��You don’t need to hear his bullshit.” He met your gaze, steady and stern. You wanted to slap your chest to keep your heart from skipping. 

“Billy,” you started, “I promise whatever he said isn’t going to affect me. I just want to know why you had him on the ground.” 

At this point, you had dissociated from high school and the people in it. All that mattered was graduation. 

“What does it matter?” His tone came out more harsh than you anticipated, but the way his face pinched told you he didn’t mean for it to happen. 

You leaned on the table. “Because I’ve had a really nice time so far. And as much as I appreciate you standing up for me. If you wanna continue this,” you gestured between you both, “you can’t beat the shit outta people.” 

“You wanna go out again?” His eyebrows rose slightly, and your cheeks warmed. 

Of course, that was what he took away. 

“Billy,” you warned playfully. 

“Alright,” he sighed. “He caught me starin’ at you a few times. Said your legs were locked shut, but I could probably get them open.” 

You scrunched up your nose. You knew Roger had to have said something vulgar, but you were more surprised it was about you then the actual content. 

“Okay. Was that all?” Sure, it was gross, but that didn’t seem like something Billy would lose his shit over. 

“That happened last week,” he admitted. “Told him to shut the hell up, and I thought that was that.” He shifted in his seat. “Guess he saw you lookin’ at me and he started callin’ you names. And then I hit’im.” 

Names.  

You could hazard a guess what names he called you. Probably the same ones he called every other female who didn’t wanna sleep with him. Ones that would describe him more than you. 

You reached across the table and grabbed his wrist. 

“Thank you for telling me,” you said. “And I need you to know, I don’t give a single fuck what that dipshit thinks.” 

He chuckled, putting his hand on top of yours. 

“So, that mean a second date is in the books?” he asked. 

“Like I said, only if you don’t punch someone when they say something you don’t like,” you said, hoping your face conveyed how serious you were. 

He leaned his elbows on the table. 

“I was thinkin’ a movie for next time.” 

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[maleyanderecafe]

The Kid at the Back (Visual Novel)

Created by:𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖆 | TealCat

Genre: Thriller/Romance

The Kid at the Back is very cool looking and technically well done. I love all the character designs made in this one and Sol himself is pretty interesting at least that's what it sets itself up to be. All routes lead to the same ending though which is r18 considering that we basically see him jacking off to the main character's voice.

The story starts out with Darling Quinn finishing class. One of their classmates, Brittney tries to get them to join them for lunch together while the class representative, Crowe Ichabod comes in to defend Darling from her. Darling can then choose to go with Brittney to the cafeteria, go to the library or go to the rooftop.

Choosing to go to the cafeteria with Britney will lead to meeting a couple of other characters: Jess, a shy girl who follows Britney around, Deryl the friendly jock and Geo, the quiet cool kid. If the player has their own lunch, they will sit down and talk to Geo and Deryl for a bit as they have their playful banter while going with Britney will have a conversation with Crowe. In the end though, Britney's outfit is ruined by another girl who seems to have beef with her, before the entire cafeteria gets thrown into a food fight. In the end, Darling gets hit in the head with one of the trays causing them to pass out and end up in the infirmary. Crowe stays for a bit after Darling wakes up but ultimately leaves for classes. Darling ends up seeing another student who seemingly has had his hand cut and he gets bandaged up before Darling ultimately goes back to art class.

Choosing to go to the roof will lead to Darling going to the roof to eat lunch, only to end up accidentally eavesdropping on someone during a call. The boy, Hyugo, asks Darling for a favor to take his place as he needs to ditch his partner, Sol, in his next class to do something.

Choosing to go to the library will lead to them going there to read, only to find someone in their seat. There are a couple of ways this can go depending on choice. The one with the least interaction is sitting next to him then going to class afterwards to see him in the back. Sitting in another seat will lead to Darling seeing a commotion in the back where the guy is getting beat up. Here, they can either step in or chicken out. Chickening out will lead them feeling guilty when the two meet up in class, but helping them out will prevent him from getting bandaged later. Talking to him directly leads to the most interaction with him, with Sol getting more snarky with the player, and asking what they will give him in return. The best response is to just demand him to give them their seat back, to which he refuses and Darling ends up sitting on them, causing them to blush and start talking about the book he's reading, Edgar Allan Poe and well as what books that Darling has been reading before the two head to class. Choosing to do something intimate will lead to Darling asking if he wants a hug to which he makes a confused response and Darling will end up sitting next to him after a bit of awkwardness. They can also offer to buy him a drink where they can choose (the latte will have the best response out of him) before they head to class.

Darling will end up spotting Sol in the back seat (as the name implies) though will have different reactions depending on their interaction with Sol, to feeling embarrassed that they left him to get bullied, to surprised if the two met in the library etc. The professor will ask everyone to pair up and Darling is left to partner up with Sol. The two will introduce themselves to each other, before deciding who will be drawn first. Sol will have different interactions based off whether Darling declares they're good at drawing to bad at drawing as well as which route they took (and how much affection he has towards them.) So this can vary from him getting embarrassed that Darling is trying to draw him from a 3/4ths angle to, to him brushing hair away from Darling's face that gets them flustered, to talking about Hyugo and others. It all really depends on previous interactions. At the end, while Darling is leaving, Sol will ask for their number as a way to keep in touch with them for the project. Upon leaving, they'll also see a poster for the Hallow's Ball. Upon returning to the dorm and eating, Darling will talk to their other friends, Geo, Deryl, Brittney, Jess and Krowe about the ball. They will then text Sol about the ball, who seems hesitant, but ultimately agrees to go knowing Darling is going. The last scene is Sol masturbating to Darling's messages, implying he's done it before and that he's happy that they finally were able to talk.

So first thing I have to say off the bat is I really like the designs of all the characters. They all have their own charm and are unique, which I can always appreciate. I also like that Brittney isn't really like the mean girl she's depicted as she is considering she pretty much just asks Darling to come eat with them and basically only really fights when she gets attacked first. Kind of a minor thing, but I do like it. Small animation in the main menu is nice as well. One of the things I think is cool is that there are slightly different reactions to how you meet Sol when the two of you draw each other, which can lead to different CGs and dialogue, which is a subtle but nice way to give bits of information about them and more interaction with him without having to write out a bunch of scenes.

Sol as a yandere, well there's currently not a ton considering it's a demo, however, we still do get a semi good idea on what he does know. For one, we know that Sol has been stalking Darling for a while, given his comments at the end, and that he has been listening to their voice for a bit. I do like seeing his more flustered reactions in some cases, like when Darling sits on his lap or when they're drawing him, because flustered yanderes are the best. It's likely that he probably got a favor for Hyugo on his route, considering it's very coincidental, and it would make sense that he would manipulate the situation so that he would end up hanging out with Darling. Sol it seems has been dealt a hard hand in life, considering he always gets bullied or otherwise hurt by others. Still, this could also in itself be a manipulation tactic in terms of getting Darling to care about him, which would make him technically a Damsel yandere, something I would be very happy to see, since that's something that I would love to see more in yandere content in general. But yeah, other than that he seems like emo (gothic? punk? I don't know styles), and a bit awkward.

Overall, he seems very cute and the game itself is very well made. I hope we get to see more of it in the future because it does seem like something that does have a lot of potential in what kind of yandere can come later on.

[seuonji]

彡 the things he’s whispered loudly ー lee seokmin

๑ goody two shoes yn au!

notes ๑ madly in love x stupid and innocent.

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ yn’s portrayed as more innocent here!!

word count ๑ 0.7k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

you knew lee seokmin really well like, on a personal level. which was weird because you two are from completely different worlds. he liked causing trouble for fun while you were the one in charge of stopping that trouble. yet you knew how many moles he had on his face, you knew his favourite colour, you knew why he’s always late to class, you knew so much courtesy of him always being in the damn student council room.

“now, why are you here?” you tilted your head as you walked into the student council room. as you walked in, you saw a familiar figure sitting on the couch. it was only his back facing you yet you still recognised him.

“yn!!” he beamed as he turned around.

“you didn’t get into trouble didn’t you?” you furrowed you’re brows as you closed the door behind you.

he dramatically gasped and stood up, walking behind you to your desk, “i wouldn’t break our promise.”

recently, you two have gotten closer after sharing certain personal things. seokmin asked if you would consider him a friend and you answered yes. he was touched and as a friend, you asked him for a favour. a favour to lessen his troublesome acts and so far he’s been keeping his promise well.

since then he hasn’t really had a reason to be around you yet, he still followed you around the school like a dog.

“how are you today?” you nonchalantly asked. you never really shooed him away, ever for as long as you’ve known him and actually, you quite liked his company.

“i’m good! how about you?” he bent down to your face level as you were sitting on your desk chair.

“mm i’m okay, just hoping to get this work done soon. do you have any extra curriculars today?”

“not at all, i’m actually free today,” he sat down beside you.

“that’s nice,” you hummed.

your eyes were on your paperwork the whole time while his were on you. and he’d been waiting for you to look at him yet you didn’t.

“are you free today yn?” he broke the silence.

“i should be after i finish this…why?” you reluctantly replied.

“great so afterwards we can go out!” he stood up with a wide smile.

you organised your papers and your head flicked, “what? where?”

“on a date?” he chuckled and he spoke with confidence.

“isn’t that what people that like each other do?” you quietly asked. it showed your uncertainty and suddenly, he got the hint you probably didn’t have experience with this sort of thing.

he pursed his lips and sat by you again, “well…i like you?”

“since when?”

“i told you i like you like last week!” he furrowed his brows and looked at you confused.

he did actually. and you remember it all. but he said it out of nowhere when you two went your own way afterschool, “i like you yn,” he whispered with a chuckle as he walked away. you took it as ‘friends’ but now you’ve realised, perhaps it wasn’t that way.

“you meant it?” you dropped your pen and turned your body towards him, showing your curiosity in the conversation.

“obviously i did?” he squinted his eyes but quickly tried to remain calm and gave you the benefit of the doubt.

“…what now?” you stuttered. this must’ve been the first time he’s ever seen you flustered.

“do you want to go on the date?” he asked with a puzzled tone.

“uhm. i’ve never been on one,” you answered embarrassed.

“it’s okay, you don’t need to have been on one, let’s just have fun?” he was at your face level and was weirdly close but his words were convincing.

“oh, okay,” you sweetly nodded and reverted your eyes to your paper work.

“oh really? okay,” he grinned.

he sat there looking at you until you finished your paper work. his heart was beating at an unhealthy rate but he’s glad he finds his weeks of planning for your ‘date’ worth it.

and he never realised just how innocent you were, let alone you being shy over a date but one things for sure, he’ll never let anyone take that away from you.

[littledollll]

Could I please request a sub!Larissa weems X dom!reader where they've been dating for a few months but haven't had sex yet because Larissa is always busy/they get interrupted and r thinks it's because Larissa doesn't think r is lying and that it's because she doesn't think r is attractive enough. This compounds r's thoughts that Larissa is fair too beautiful and kind to be with someone so average. One day it gets too much for r and they go to Larissa's office to try to break up with her but can't find her. This leads them to Larissa's private chambers where they accidentally walk in on Larissa masturbating while moaning r's name. This puts all of r's worries to bed so they ask Larissa if she wants some help. They end up having sex and afterwards Larissa tries to get back to her work but ends up nearly falling trying to walk to her desk causing r to laugh and make a snarky comment which makes Larissa throw a pillow at them?

Misunderstandings

Larissa weems x reader

A/n: MORE LARISSA I’m a simple person, I see Larissa, and I cry of joy.

Warnings: this is absolute filth, really idk what else to say. Begging, overstim, dom reader, sub Larissa, teasing, dirty talk, crying (but it’s pretty)

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Being with The Larissa Weems was every bit as wonderful as you’d expected it to be. She was a busy woman but the time you spent together was always worth the wait. She was beyond sweet and caring, and she’d take the opportunity to spoil you any chance she’d get, even when you’d argue against it.

There was one problem though. It’s been months and your sex life was- non existent. You have no problem waiting for her to be ready, but that’s never been a topic of conversation, it’s not that she wasn’t ready and wanted the “perfect time” or was inexperienced.

Truly you felt like you weren’t good enough for her, her power and elegance, she was beautiful, a goddess. And you thought of yourself as very- average. Yet she showered you with so much affection regularly so maybe she didn’t believe the same. Sometimes it felt like she did though, more specifically when she wouldn’t dare to touch you or let you touch her.

She seemed to have an excuse for every time you’d try to initiate something. Office work, students, a teacher asking for assistance. And those seemingly came out of nowhere and only when things started to get heated. Did she not want to be with you? Any time you’d try to talk about it she’d shut you down and you were getting quite tired of it.

You walked into her office with the intentions of ending things with her, but she was nowhere to be found. Could she be in her room? But Larissa being away from her office during school hours is extremely rare. Regardless you made your way to her chambers, set on at least confronting her.

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You tried knocking first, it’d be better than just storming in demanding answers from an unsuspecting Larissa. When she didn’t answer you decided to use your keys. You didn’t find her in the main areas so you walked in the direction of her bedroom only to be met with the sound of moans.

Was she cheating on you? No, Larissa would never. All suspicions cleared away when you heard her again, this time it was your name falling from her lips. She was lucky her chambers were the most secluded, otherwise anyone near her door would hear.

The sight you were met with once you decided to open the door was one you’ll surely never forget, all the anger and confusion you previously had washed away. Larissa was spread on her bed skirt bunched up to her hips and dress shirt opened to reveal her breast, both hands between her thighs one thrusting into her cunt while the other was moving frantically against her clit.

Her chest was heaving, pretty pussy red and absolutely soaked so she must’ve been at this for a while. Shame wasn’t a concept she understood at the moment as her hazy eyes practically begged you to finish her off. Her movements had only grown faster, more erratic since you caught her, thighs shaking and threatening to close around her hands.

You were positively stunned. As you watched her face contort in pleasure, any attempts at keeping eye contact with you thrown out the window when she felt your hand smooth down her inner thigh and meet with her own. She couldn’t take it anymore, she’s wanted you for so long and here you were actually touching her.

“You look so pretty for me darling, legs spread presenting your aching pussy, for my viewing only. You look seconds away from cumming just because I touched you.” You kneeled down to the end of the bed and were met with a whine when you pulled Larissa’s hand away from her twitching cunt, you shushed her, replacing her hand with your own making Larissa’s hips buck as she attempted to ride your fingers, a loud moan escaping her.

“That’s it baby just ride my fingers, keep playing with your clit darling, make yourself cum again.” You took Larissa’s now free hand and took her fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them, cleaning every last inch of her arousal and moaning at the taste. Her eyes snapped to meet you. Such a vulgar display and she wanted nothing more than to feel your tongue down her slit.

The sight of Larissa squirming from your touch had you soaked. Her constant moans and whines were driving you insane, specially how your name left her lips with pleading whimpers when you curled your fingers just right. A loud moan escaping her as she shook in your hold, thighs tensing and closing around your hand with the force of her orgasm.

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You could feel her arousal running down your hand. It was messy and absolutely heavenly. Her feet planted on the bed as she struggled with your pace, she couldn’t decide if she wanted to shift away from you or push herself harder against you. You changed from three fingers to four and she lost it.

A breathless, “Oh god- please!” was the start of many pleas as you crawled over her. You hands keeping a steady pace against her twitching hips when you met face to face with her. What a fucking sight, the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head, parted mouth accompanied by her head thrown back in pleasure could’ve made you come untouched.

Your free hand was wandering, calm and composed as if you didn’t have Larissa withering beneath you, from her lips down her neck and chest. “I've been neglecting your pretty tits havent I?” she moaned at your words and nodded, you had no shame when you spoke and she loved every second of it.

Her back arched when your mouth wrapped around her sensitive nipple, you were pinching and rolling the other between your fingers as you somehow pounded faster into her. Her eyes were blissfully squeezed shut and she made no attempt to cover her moans. “m gonna cum- please make me cum.”

With a hum you grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at you. “No more looking away, alright? Eyes on me or I’ll stop.” It was adorable, the way her eyes widened and she shook her head whimpering. “please don’t, don’t stop don’t stop-!” She cut herself off with a choked sob when she bucked her hips to meet your thrusts and rubbed her clit with even more vigor.

You cupped her face, cooing at her, making her slow her movements. “Slow down darling, just be good and you’ll have nothing to worry about, don’t want you torturing that pretty clit, I’ll make you cum doll, just look at me.” Her cries made your core burn with need but this was about her. You’d take care of that later.

You brought your hand to wipe away a tear that escaped her watery eyes. “My good girl, you look so pretty crying for me, you wanna let go doll?” She could only nod, nuzzling into you hand. “Let go pretty, come for me. Make a mess.” And that she did. She struggled to keep her eyes on you but like the good girl she is, she followed orders.

She stuttered and cried through her orgasm, her hand flinching away from her clit to stop the torture and found your arm to stabilize herself as you fucked her through it. She didn’t last an extra minute before both hands were struggling to push you away as she sobbed from overstimulation, reluctantly you gave into her pleading, pulling away slowly.

You settled on top of her, careful not to put your weight on her but her arms wrapped around you pulling you onto her. “You doing alright, pretty girl?”, You could feel the shivers and aftershocks running through her as she panted into your neck. “Just- give me a second.”

After a few minutes catching her breath she forced herself for leave your warmth. She had work to get to after all.

“You’re telling me you left your precious work, during school hours to quite literally go fuck yourself?” You said, amused as she sat up and gathered herself. Larissa glared at you and stood to fix herself, only to find her legs didn’t quite work and she had to catch herself with the side of the bed.

You tried covering your laugh and failed horribly, receiving another glare from Larissa. “You can’t blame me, really. Did I fuck you that good? Did I make your knees weak, pretty girl?” You were smug as you crawled your way to her only to be met with a pillow to the face. “Gah! I’m reporting you to the principal! Oh wait I can’t she’s busy recuperating from the best fuck of her life.”

“Don’t let this get to your head darling, you’ll regret it.” Could she get any hotter? Now she was threatening you? “Hm, you’re gonna mess me up real good right? When you can walk again of course. Id love to have you between my thighs, ready and focused on pleasing me.” The threats could make cover her submissiveness but they couldn’t cover up her flustered face.

“Another day, you have work to get to, needy girl.” You pushed her to sit on the bed, moving to her drawers you got her a fresh pair of panties and slipped them on for her. You fixed her dress, smoothing down every wrinkle before coming up and giving her a soft kiss. “You okay beautiful? I’d tell you to take the rest of the day off but you’ll never listen to me, on that at least.”

Larissa was completely mesmerized by you. No one had ever gone so far to make sure she was okay and comfortable. You could practically see the cogs turning in her head. “Riss?” She seemed to snap out of it then giving you a quick nod.

You wished she would take the rest of the day, you could spend more time on aftercare, maybe fulfill that little fantasy of having her between you legs too. But you’d make due with what you had. You took time to fix her hair and she relished in your gentle care.

When you were done you took an extra second to look at her. “You look beautiful.” Larissa blushed and stood, legs working far better this time around. She leaned down to give you a kiss which you gladly reciprocated. “And you came straight from a dream, my darling.”

When you were done you took an extra second to look at her. “You look beautiful.” Larissa blushed and stood, legs working far better this time around. She leaned down to give you a kiss which you gladly reciprocated. “And you came straight from a dream, my darling.”

[finnzhal]

@g0ul666 asked.

OMG i LOVED!!!! your yandere!idia headcannons, could you write yandere!idia with a 'friend' who is madly in love with him but thinks he doesn't reciprocate.

(I've had this idea for a while bc almost everyone writes yandere characters with a non-reciprocating darling, also I can't write for the life of me 😭)

FINN's voicemail.

Thank you so much! I was a bit confused on this one but i'm guessing you wanted yandere!reader ? I'm so sorry if i got it wrong.. This is like a part 2 of Yandere!Idia

Reader : GN!YANDERE!READER

Character : IDIA SHROUD - TWST

Mentions : I don't support this behavior in real life, I only enjoyed writing the

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The way Idia behaves,it always intrigues you. You manage to excuse random things just to hang out and see his reaction.

It's so obvious that Idia loves you, you find it funny that he doesn't even know it himself. You feed his delusions just to make him even more needy and loves you

You let him follow you with any device that Idia have, you made it sure that you talk alot just for Idia to hear. You know those audios you found in Idia's ipad about you and all you.

You still couldn't help to confess to him though, you wanted to know where this is going. Seeing him a bit hurt as you call him your "Best friend" was so adorable

You get so close to him and tease him feeding him some delusions to make him think of you, to be the reason why he stays up all night.

He gets upset whenever you ignore him after someone talks to him though, you don't have the ability to tell him you're jealous. So you purposely flirt with other students just to make Idia realize that he's replaceable but you wouldn't dare to replace him

You noticed all the hidden cameras in your dorms, hallways, and everywhere you usually go to. You purposely get seen more often in angles that really captures you (one time you couldn't help but to scare Idia by look straight up on the hidden small cameras, it was funny how he tried to apologize)

Whenever Idia doesn't want to do something.. you'll pamper him into doing so, he knows what he'll receive afterwards.. he knows you praise him by the littlest things

As he was the delusional and possessive type, You're the one who control him just to keep him safe as if everything in the world needed to be baby safe just for you.

The moment Idia started to avoid you about something.. you weren't loving it, you were angry at him for doing such a thing. You forced him to speak it out

You realized Idia thought you didn't like him based on how you treat him like a "friend", you couldn't help but feel satisfied that finally Idia confessed

All day, you were clinging onto him. Praising and loving him all day despite him looking like he's about to pass out from embarrassment

"I-i thought you didn't love me.." he sniffled as he's gripping on to your torso tightly. He would not let go after those moments, he would be extra extra clingy and needy for you

After that confession he still thinks he was so sly about hiding his love for you before he confessed, he became more possessive.. but do you even mind that?

"[Name].. I'm glad i'm finally yours" he spoke, trapping you in his arms and your body numbs from how long you guys were in this position.. it felt like hours, he wouldn't let go.

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how do you think König would react with an S/O who playfully fights/teases as a way to show affection? my love language is light bullying so idk if he'll be too receptive to that 😅

ohhh this is a fun/sad one, actually! 🥲 i think this would be torture for him, because i don’t see him as being someone who can take a joke well!

SO!

We are all aware König was bullied in his past. I personally see him as being somewhere on the spectrum, too.

He speaks his mind, and expects the same of you whether he voices that need or not. The people he was surrounded by as a child play a huge part in this. There was never any “playful” bullying when it came to his father, any change in tone or insult ignited a fight or flight instinct for König because of this. The children at school were even worse. His father was always easy enough to read as he had no choice but to be around him.

The fake love confessions, the mocking compliments, and the unprompted aggression were another thing altogether. If a girl called him “hot” growing up, she always seemed to be lying, laughing with her friends the second he became hopeful. If another student wanted to “be friends” it more often than not ended with poor König either showing up and sitting through a movie entirely alone or doing their homework for them with nothing in return.

König never properly mastered people, they’re all different shades of confusing. He never had the proper upbringing or chances to read them properly at all, and though he’s grown more comfortable in his own skin now, these things do still haunt him to an extent.

He would love a play fight, adores the feeling of getting to pin you and feel that flood of power. You’re smaller and weaker than him, most people are, but he doesn’t get to exert that energy anywhere else than on the field. It’s certainly not as fun when his opponent winds up dead and there’s no romantic aspect to it at all. You’re such a cute, fragile little thing in his eyes, he’s overly gentle but doesn’t hesitate in the slightest to engage. Physical touch is his love language, and the promise of getting to rough you up in other ways afterward is just a bonus!

But… say you’re playfully insulting him. Call him “ugly” or hurl any other insult at his body, and he just sort of shuts down. He’ll give you the blankest stare, avoid touching you, and likely storm off until he’s had time to calm himself down. A part of him recognizes that you don’t mean it, but the internal wounds speak much louder.

He would assume the worst, that all of this time you’ve just been pitying him and you’re only now speaking true. You’re not attracted to him, and he was an idiot for ever believing that you might be. This guy had tried and failed countless times to find himself with a pretty thing that he can love, and never would he say anything like that to you. It’s always an abundance of praise and an eternal stare. His eyes and hands never leave you. So, that stings.

Once he calms down… some, he would return with the same hurt painted across his face, ask you why through gritted teeth. Just, “Why?” Depending on if it’s something that can be fixed, maybe he’ll offer to do it for you. Make himself prettier, better built, anything so that you don’t leave him for a man you deem more worthy. He knows he sounds small and pathetic, but he can’t stop himself. He doesn’t want to lose you. It pisses him off knowing that he’s already done the work, too, only for the end result to be the same as the things he’s already endured.

He wouldn’t be entirely convinced that it was just a joke, but he isn’t the type to come sobbing to you for reassurance, either. The next few hours are filled with condescending little comments. “You like fucking ugly men, schatz?” or “Do you always get wet like this when you’re sorry?”

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Can you write a Larissa Weems OS where Reader was looking after a bunch of kids and when she wanted to talk to a misbehaving child they run away so she grabs them and sets them on a table to taln to the kid eye to eye the kud kicks against the bench before the table and it falls on the readers foot. Larissa comes in with the mom of the kids, because the mom is Larissa's friend Reader offered to watch the kids, to see Reader holding back tears and a quickly swelling foot takes her to the doctor and they find out the toe is broken and Larissa comforts the Reader (that is an actual thing that happened to me on monday and I'm craving some comfort from Larissa) but write it only if it's ok for you

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see ask above

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𝐚/𝐧: Hey Crimson! Ty for the ask - i think this is actually a really cute idea.

HOWEVER

I’m so sorry that happened to you! That seems crazy, and I hope that your recovery goes smoothly!

I had to ask my friends and one of them thats in the med program here about breaking bones - what it feels like, what you’d get afterwards, etc - because I’ve actually never broken a bone before (HEAVILY knocking on wood rn). I tried to do this justice - i did change it sliggghhhtttlllyyy BUT I hope you enjoy!

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The rapid sounds of small, running footsteps and loud, excited screams filled your ears the closer you got to the little playground that was adjacent to the prestigious academy for outcasts. You had been a professor there for quite some time. Working with unique species and developing teenage brains every day surely gave you more tosses and turns than you expected to face when you had applied for the job some years ago, but you loved it regardless.

You pushed yourself to be someone for the students to feel comfortable reaching out towards and, in the process, created a home for yourself here with the help of the amazing principal (and now wife) Larissa Weems. You realized you fell hard for the woman after just a few months of working here - her captivating personality and kindness towards everyone made your heart swell after being enticed with the professional that could gain a rooms attention just by being present. Lucky, your company had given her butterflies as much as hers gave to you. You constantly helped each other get through the issues the growing minds threw at the both of you.. though, there was a part of you that always enjoyed the little ones.

In your spare time, you often found yourself at the daycare for outcasts that was right next to the school to give a helping hand. It was something that Larissa added when the population of outcasts grew larger. Being able to provide for this community was something you both held close to your heart, and there was a big part of you that was excited to have a child of your own. Seeing the little ones grow into their abilities was something you always found fascinating, but you always made sure to give them the most reassurance you could muster - the smaller ones often being confused and scared of something they didn’t understand quite yet.

You were lucky to find them at their playtime break outside. During this time of year, you always let out a soft chuckle when you saw the children wrapped in their winter coats and bundled up in their beanies and scarves their parents provided them - the puff of the fabrics making the children take up three times the space than they normally would. Seeing the little frosts or yeti children always concerned you at first glance in the winter - not needing such things due to their nature - but you soon got used to the sight the more you came here.

The main daycare teacher was standing next to the light post that lit the playground in a golden glow under the overcast sky. Her name was Olivia, and you’d grown closer to the younger woman the more you offered your help. She often stated how you were like an older sister to her - a thought that warmed your heart every time. She hugged her body close, the chill of the outside world going through her coat, and you couldn’t help but give a weak smile.

“Hey, Liv,” You said while wrapping your coat around the woman. “Is there anything I can help with today?”

“Y/N! Hi, thank you..” She tugged the thick coat closer to her body as she let out a shuddering breath. “We’re just staying warm, for now.. If you wanted, could you prepare some hot chocolate for when it’s time to head inside? I’m sure a lot of them will like the drink to warm up..”

You nodded and went to head into the building that stood behind her, but something caught your eye. A little lycan boy, who you immediately recognized as little Connor, was kicking and throwing wood chips in areas where other kids played. A small tsk left your mouth as you walked in his direction.

“Connnnoooorrrr?” You said with a playful lift in your voice. At the sound, he shot his gaze to you and screamed excitedly before bolting in a different direction. You decided it best to run after him, he was on a little mischievous streak after all.

“I got you, little one!” You boomed in a light tone. You didn’t want the kids to ever hold guilt for a situation but for them to understand what they were doing wrong, so you were always playful then serious when explaining, ensuring that they learned from their mistakes.

“Watch me make hot chocolate while we talk about why we don’t throw wood chips, hmm?” You picked him up as he agreed and wildly giggled, though a trouble maker, he was one of your favorites.

After helping him out of his coat, you settled him on the front table so you could look at each other at the same height. You didn’t want to intimidate him and wanted him to be honest with how he felt - it was the best move bringing him to your level.

You walked over to a cabinet to get some cups and chocolate mix. He watched your every move in genuine curiosity, your movements swift but not fast enough to disturb him. You walked back towards him, waiting for the liquid to warm before stopping in front of him.

“Now.. what do you think caused me to bring you in here, little wolf?” You watched him fidget slightly, refusing to answer for a moment. You took the moment to walk off and make him a cup of hot chocolate to warm up. While handing it to him, you spoke again.

“If I recall..” you started, offering him the small cup which he gladly accepted. “This is an issue we’ve had before, yes?”

“Yes, Ms.Weems,” he replied softly into his cup, his eyes moving to yours before his focus moved back to the drink.

“And what did we say the solution was, hmm?”

“If I want to do that with the wood chips then I should go off to the side where it won’t hit anyone..”

“That’s good, Connor. I’m glad you remembered that because we don’t want to have a repeat of-“

“But it wasn’t hitting anyone this time!! This time no one got hurt!!! Why can’t I keep doing it there!?!” The big outburst of energy from the small child caused a few things in close proximity to knock over with his quick feet and rapid moving arms. Some markers and a few plastic cups fell to the floor. The worst of it all was how his feet sent a chair down to the ground with a few large bangs that echoed throughout the room - the end of your foot breaking most of the fall…

The chair bounced off your foot and brought another wave of pain as it landed there again. At the first initial fall, a loud yelp left your lips as your eyes squeezed shut from the first wave of pain. You moved to catch yourself on a nearby desk as the chair settled itself on the floor. You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes before you could even process the severity of the situation.

Oh.. this certainly didn’t feel right.. You couldn’t bare to move your foot as an overwhelming warmth spread throughout your body - starting at the tip of your toes and quickly moving up to your head. Small waves of pain started there and made it hard to focus on anything else, making your body shudder as each one ran its course.

The sound of heels echoing down the hall registered in your mind, though the pain was so overwhelming that you didn’t give it your undivided attention or curiosity.

“It’s always so good to see you, Serenity. It’s lovely catching up with you. Let’s go ahead and grab little Connor, hmm? Right in here and- oh, y/n! Y/N?!” The beautiful accent filled your ears and eased the pain for what felt like seconds. Next thing you knew, the lovely woman was by your side softly rubbing your back. “My love, what happened?”

“Connor.. he-” you were cut off as another wave of pain vibrated through your body. She helped settle you on top of a desk and tried her best to get you to explain through the pain - every touch she gave was gentle and comforting, the love she held for you being transferred through her fingertips. Your throat burned as you attempted to get more words out, your breath running shorter by the second. “I-I don’t blame him- There.. was a little outburst but I understand why-”

Tears were now slipping from your eyes as the adrenaline slowly wore off - handing you the pain in tenfold as you held Larissa’s sleeves in a vice grip in attempt to ground yourself. Her eyes rapidly examined your face as she processed each of your words.

“Somethings broken..” You weakly managed to say, in between breaths.

Larissa, being the goddess she is, was able to handle the situation with a professional face - even if her insides were screaming at her to move and quickly get you to the hospital. She got the pair home and was able to update Olivia on the situation before helping you to the car. Her comfort never left you - a hand tracing patterns along your thigh and her angelic voice reminding you to breathe whenever your mind was too focused on the pain.

The trip to the hospital was a quick one - your wife becoming sick with worry after seeing you in so much pain caused her to make moves she wouldn’t normally make with a level head. By the time they had run all their tests and fully taken care of you, the sun had left the sky, causing the overcast atmosphere to run completely black.

Larissa walked into your room with an empathetic frown on her face. The sight of you in the hospital bed asleep with your foot elevated in a cast brought a spike of pain to her heart as she settled herself next to you. She brought your hand to her lips and kissed each of your knuckles.

“You really are something, Y/n..” She whispered, a small chuckle leaving her mouth.

You awoke a few moments later to a nice tingling feeling dancing patterns along your arm. As your eyes opened and took in the environment around you, your heart swelled as your eyes met captivating sapphire ones - you wife absentmindedly scratching along your forearm softly.

“Riss..?” You croaked out, your throat slightly dry form being out for so long. You attempted to sit up more, only to be met with a firm hand pushing you back down. You allowed the bed under you to capture your full weight as you watched your lovely wife grab a water bottle from beside her. She lifted it to your lips gently, waiting for you to drink, with her hand held out underneath to catch any water that would happen to slip from you.

“The doctor said we could go home whenever you woke, but I don’t want to leave here until you’re fully awake and ready, okay? One of your toes ended up breaking, so you’re going to have a cast for about four weeks, my love..” She brought the water down, after it seemed you had enough, as she answered all your unasked questions. “A crutch was given to you to refrain from putting too much weight on it.. and it’s advised to keep your foot elevated as much as you can..”

You threw your head back and let out a frustrated groan as the reality of the situation fully processed itself in your brain. “Can I go back to teaching though?” You asked, your voice laced with a bit of sadness because you didn’t want to set aside your passion for too long.

This caused the tall blonde to let out a loud laugh, you following in suit because you could never deny the bubbly feeling that rumbled in your chest every time you were able to make the sound come from your lover. She brought a hand up to stroke your cheek softly, your body naturally leaning into her touch.

“As your wife.. I’d appreciate if you took at least a few days off. As your boss, though.. I am making you take a few days off.” She said, laughing at her own comment. This was a little game she liked to play every so often and it never failed to make a smile grace your features. You loved how much she cared for you, and this little move was something you did to each other much more at the beginning of your relationship but said every now and then still.

After a while, you were ready to go home, ultimately just wanting to cuddle up with the sapphire beauty under some blankets and relish in each others company. Adjusting to the crutch was definately something that you would have to get used to, something your wife tried to hide her laugh at. The bruises from catching yourself so hard were making themselves known, after a while - something Larissa couldn’t help but notice.

Your determination brought you out of the room and far down the hall before you had to stop and allow your body to catch up. Just as you were about to start again, you felt two strong hands at your waist move to your upper back and your knees. Letting out a small yelp as you were lifted into the air, you looked back only to be met with your wife’s confident smirk being thrown back at you.

“Having some trouble?” She asked, the mirth laced in her tone caused you to let out a laugh.

“You know I had it.. but thank you, love..” You replied, nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck. With every breath you took, you inhaled more of her scent - the vanilla and rose making a warmth settle in your chest and a small blush sit on your cheeks. You truly would never grow tired of this.

“We can practice more as the weekend comes..” She said as you felt her strong strides make their way towards the outside of the hospital.

“I don’t know..” You said with a playful tone. “I could get used to this~ You could be my crutch,” you added with a giggle. The small comment made the blonde chuckle and look down at you. There was nothing but love and adoration in her eyes, and it never failed to give you butterflies.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek and kissed along her jaw to place an ending one on her lips, appreciating the light lipstick stains they left in their tracks. You settled back into the crook of her neck as exhaustion from the day was finally catching up to you.

“I love you, Riss.” You said as your eyes fluttered shut softly.

“I love you too, my darling girl.. Now, lets get you home.”

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𝐚/𝐧: hi everyone :)

I haven't been on my socials as much because I just finished my first week back at college (YAY FOUR DAY WEEKEND - i have no friday classes cuz my schedule worked out) so I'm still slightly adjusting

BUT!

I spend some of my free time trying to write so when I saw this ask I was ONE honored !! like guys this is my first ask this was so cute ! I hope you guys liked it ! and TWO i started on it right when I saw it. It's nice to get a little break form my other writing to get some more creativity flowing

I'll be on here and my other socials more on weekends since I don't have classes, but since this is a passion it won't be strictly weekends lmao. ill be floating arounnnnnndddd

I hope you enjoyed this one! I'll be changing my page around a bit after I post this so it's on my pinned :)

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐯𝐲𝐧

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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: (tagged anyone who asked/wanted to be on the "all works" taglist)

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lovesick | pedro pascal [4]

"and on this night and in this light i think im falling, im falling for you."

previous chapter: [3] series masterlist

summary: in which a 1975-obsessed film student accidentally falls in love with an older man she can't have.

pairing: actor!pedro x intern!reader

genre: acting world!au, big age-gap!, strangers to friends- maybe lovers?? au | angst, mature, awkward, love- eventually

word count: 10.6k

status: in progress

author's note: so sorry for the long wait! but i tried making this chapter longggg. i typically have my days off altogether and the rest of the week booked with work/school. i try to post many chapters within my short timeframe (bc im booked af) so pls expect another update soon after this one! sadly, it takes me around 8-10 hours to write one bc its hard to think lol. also, i don't want this to be too long of a series and kinda wanna connect the dots- slowly but surely, ya know? not edited.

"So, he just came knocking on your door at 6am?" Joon questioned, taking a sip of his smoothie soon afterwards. "I can't even wake up that early."

"We had to do that everyday for our last job."

"I woke up ten minutes before I had to be out the door," he shrugged. "Men get ready fast."

"Anyway," you eyed him as he cluelessly did the same, confused as to why you wouldn't look away. "I don't remember him coming."

"Yeah, because you fucking freaked out and hallucinated over Lady Gaga," Jules exclaimed, you automatically cringing just at the horrible memories you've recently faced with that damn cat.

Once she explained what had happened hours after you had woken up, you were disturbingly shocked.

And the fact that your sleepiness was to blame had you going insane- imagine all the other odd things you may had committed while under the covers.

But you will admit you did remember some of that night's events clearly, again like you practically making out with Lady Gaga- although she was the one who licked your face endlessly first.

Mortified just by the thoughts, you will never be able to face Pedro again sanely.

How could you when you recently dreamed about a man 25 years older being intimate with you- that's...confusing. And the worst part of it all was you couldn't say anything to anyone with the fear of being judged or laughed at- maybe both.

The thing was you couldn't quite understand why you had to dream about that. Maybe your time of the month was coming and your hormones targeted the first guy you had nonstop contact with?

No, that would've been Joon.

Attraction may had played a part but Joon definitely had that, Pedro as well but a little different...age-wise at least. There's no way you felt allured for men with bad jokes and rough skin- no offense. Right?

He did text you that same morning he dropped by and commented on how creepy you are half asleep and whether or not you agreed to his 'business' proposal. Not trying to start a conversation you knew you couldn't finish, out of second-hand shame, you just replied a simple:

LOL but busy with school atm to make a final decision- tell ya later

That later still hasn't arrived.

Unfortunately, you forgot to ask him why he made a random visit that morning- but you weren't going to ask him days later. In your mind, you need to avoid him. There's no way you'd be able to act normal after have unholy fascinations about him.

Not that it'll be a problem, you two hadn't seen each other for weeks before your cafe encounter, you're sure you can do it again without him noticing your distance.

It's been about two days since then which meant you didn't have to prioritize so much of your time on homework, you'll just save that for Sunday when it's all due.

"Did you bother to ask him why?" Jules added, turning to you. "He obviously wasn't coming to see me- I barely know the guy."

"You do know him!" you argue as she rolls her eyes. "You literally got mad at me for not recognizing him the first time we met."

"He's a celebrity- everybody knows him," she defends before tilting her head in curiosity. "But you two are oddly close, it's kind of weird."

"No," you shake your head, trying to laugh off her suspicions. "We are casual friends who fan girl over the same things."

People did take notice how close Pedro and you were but it wasn't anybody's fault you two had so much in common. Both of you loved Starbucks, going on hikes- when you weren't lazy, and believe Matt Healy is extremely attractive.

If they have a problem with that they can sue you.

"I see it," Joon adds, jumping up a bit. "Him and I barely talk and we're men- we should be bonding easily!"

"You're...you," Jules cringes, making Joon glare in return. "I can understand why he chooses not to be close to you."

Laughing, you watch as Joon quickly flips her the finger before he continues on with the conversation. "I just feel like he always comes around only to see you, it was pretty obvious since the first time he took us home."

Furrowing your eyebrows, you didn't understand what he meant by that. Pedro offered all three of you a ride home, not just you.

Already feeling done with this topic, you wanted to switch it before things started escalating and freaky theories started unfolding. They had every right to question your friendship, but you were starting to think they might be leading down a road where they may soon develop other impressions as to what your friendship might have been.

Why are you even thinking that? That's so inappropriate to imagine.

"You two are silly, he probably needed my advice on something or wanted to workout," you suggest, their faces showing they weren't fully convinced. "But anywho, did you call Yoongi yet?"

"I don't think that's a great idea," Joon declared, adjusting in your warm sofa. "He's not really a skating kind of guy."

Since it was Friday and you had no plans, you thought it would be a fun idea to be adventurous for once and do something you would never do on a regular basis.

Ice Skate.

Your friends were extremely down with the idea, but you needed a fourth person to make the group complete. Why not a skinny, impatient blonde man who would probably spend the whole night complaining about why this plan was awful?

Right now you could use some other grumpiness in your life.

"Just tell him to go," you beam back, clapping your hands in excitement as you'll soon be able to fall countless of times on the ice. "I'll buy him hot cocoa."

"You better do it or he'll never let that go," Joon states.

After hours of sitting around and blasting random music through your speakers, the three of you were ready to set off on your journey of locating the ice rink.

If it wasn't for Joon's constant whining to stop walking to take pictures of the scenery you probably would've arrived 15 minutes sooner than your actual arrival, but too bad your friend is a nature freak.

"You taking pictures of the pigeons better not be the reason why you're late," you heard Yoongi grumble as the three of you finally found him sitting on a bench near the entrance of the rink, staring directly at Joon who just scoffed.

"I'm sorry if my happiness bothers you," Joon snapped back as Yoongi just stood up from his seat and made his way to your trio.

Grabbing your ice skates wasn't too difficult as the long line seemed to flow by smoothly, but standing on them was a different story.

"I can't do this," you squeal as your hurriedly motion your arms around to find some balance. "I'm falling!"

Yoongi sent you a questionable look as he watched your poor attempts to stay still embarrassing. "We're not even on the ice yet."

Feeling a hand grab a hold on your shoulders and practically drag your feet towards the ice, you glance up to see Jules steadily directing you to face your fears.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Are you going to push her in?!" you hear Joon gasp a few feet behind you but you couldn't turn your head as you rather focused your attention on yanking yourself off of Jules.

"It was her idea so she'll be the one going in first."

"Ahh!" you screech, putting all your pressure on your feet to stop her hard pull. Spiraling your ankles in the most crucial ways, you start to lightly slap her arms off you as she continues to fight them off.

One thing about her was she's going to make sure to remind you that this was your idea.

Feeling an arm gently tug you off her grip, you landed on Yoongi's side as Jules whined in return, offended that he ruined her vicious plan. Respectfully, he kept you stable with an arm wrapped behind your middle back as you gripped his other one, fearful she might snatch you away again.

"Why would you do that?!"

"I don't think watching her fall face first on the hard ice would be a fun sight to see," he bluntly returned as Jules huffed. "The sight of blood gives me the ick."

"I was waiting for that moment all afternoon," Jules sighed, disappointed that she wouldn't be seeing you fall- yet.

Waiting for her to walk away to go on the ice, you see Joon follow her before you released your friend, relieved that she wouldn't be partaking in her scandalous scheme just yet.

"You do know how to skate, right?" Yoongi asked, his uncertain eyes on yours as you crazily wave your arms in front of him to rub off his questionable thoughts.

"Do I? Of course I do!" you argue, making your way towards the ice until you were two feet away from it. Putting your feet on the edge, you hesitate as you could feel the cold breeze wrap around you legs. "I'm gonna go now."

"Yippy," he states, waiting at your poor attempts to convince him.

Giving him a thumbs up, you clap your hands together to try to reassure yourself that you could do this, forgetting that he was right behind you secretly laughing.

Taking one final breath, you placed your right foot on top of the ice steadily, trying your best not to make any harsh movements, until you felt a hard jerk on your upper body, making you lose yourself in an instant.

"God, if you don't know how to skate why would you suggest it?" Yoongi grumbled, gliding both your bodies along the ice as he held tightly onto your arms. You were practically skating like a wet dog in front of him, begging with your eyes for him not to abandon you.

"I always wanted to try."

Sending you an annoyed look, you zipped your mouth as his arms were now securing you, closing any gaps there may have been and giving you the ride of your life.

Shutting your eyes harshly, you didn't dare to witness the environment around as you felt the icy wind slap your face the faster you two- or at least by Yoongi's swaying, got.

There were times where he did pretend to lose his balance, causing you to cry in horror and him immediately placing his hand over your mouth by how loud you weaped.

But other than that, you came to enjoy his help as your two other friends rudely abandoned you guys in order to practice their poor attempts of leaping across the rink.

"Okay," Yoongi started, releasing his left hand from your side and keeping you close with only his other. "Now you try on your own."

Fear creeping up in your face, you rapidly shake your head in disagreement and try catching his recent abandoned arm, which he denied. "I can't."

"Can't or won't?" he countered back making you silent.

He did have a point.

"C'mon, it's not that hard. If Joon could do it, you can."

"He's literally on the ground right now," you whine as Yoongi quickly averts his eyes in search of your tall friend, soon finding Joon clutching his knee in pain as Jules records on her phone.

"No."

Sighing, he continues to look around, trying to plan out an idea that would at least convince you to slide a few feet alone without his help until he smirked and met your eyes.

"What would Matt Healy do?"

Widening your eyes, you were taken back by his question.

Only Pedro used that line on you.

And for some reason it felt odd when Yoongi did the same. You shouldn't be bothered by his choice of words...but you were a little.

He wasn't him to be saying it.

"He wouldn't force me to do something I didn't want to do," you reply back, causing him to groan.

"I feel like you just want to be in my arms," he retorted with a grin, immediately making you revolt and fly out of his arms, your bottom hitting the ice hard. "Well that's one way to make you skate."

Feeling immediate pain on the back of your thighs, you just knew you were going to be bruised and swollen the next day. But hey, this technically counts for your workout for the week.

Awkwardly swaying your body around, you couldn't get up off the damn ice. You were sure you looked like a fish out of water by how crazy you were moving.

"Get on your knees," Yoongi commented, causing you to send him a death glare as he lifted his hands up in defense. "It helps you stand."

Or he could just grab your arms and help you himself.

Cautiously following his suggestion, you slowly pull your right leg up and place it firmly on the ice before slowly trying to do so with your left one. As you began to feel satisfied with the weight being supported, you felt your body finally working and lifting up off the ground before he poked your shoulder- making you fall again.

"I'm going to murder you!" you threaten as you stare at him on your back, whole body restlessly laying on the ground in misery as he cackles loudly.

He may have advantage on the ice, but oh man- once you regain your balance off it you were going to end that slender man's life.

"Isn't this just a sight to see," you heard someone exclaim before hands grab your arms and soon lift you back on your feet.

Moving your eyes to the ones in front of you, you burst out in smiles. "Bella! Nico!"

"I take this as my queue to leave,'" you hear Yoongi mumbles but you swiftly grab his arm from his close proximity and halt his plans.

He was not going to desert you now.

"What are you girls doing here?"

Not seeing them for a few weeks didn't make things awkward, but different. It was like catching up with old friends, even though you barely met them less than three months ago.

"Had nothing to do tonight so why not ice skate?" Nico giggled.

Bella examined you up and down before pointing at your head. "My god, your hair grew so long. Has it really been that long?"

Rolling your eyes, you were about to answer her before Yoongi cut in. "No, it's her fake extenstions."

Gasping, you turn your body to him and smack his shoulder as he smacks you back. One thing about him, he's all about equality. You touch him, he touches you- simple.

You don't see the way Nico and Bella exchange smirks to one another before Nico slides in front of you and pulls out her phone. "We should take a selfie! You know, for memories."

Laughing, you agree. You took some pictures with them but never really out of the work environment.

Uncomfortably standing still, Yoongi hastily moves to the side a bit, not wanting to intrude this moment you were having with your friends. He was a pretty sociable person, but only if they had things in common and he fairly knew them.

Yoongi didn't know these two young girls and he sure as hell didn't want to be the one being kicked out of this picture- so why not kick himself out first?

"Where are you going, we need your long arm to get us all in the frame!" Bella exclaimed, motioning Yoongi to move back as he sent her a flustered glance.

"I can just take it with the three of you."

"Nonsense!" Nico argued back, shaking her head as you giggled. "We don't leave people out."

Biting his bottom lip a bit, he scratches the back of his neck swiftly before increasing the speed of his skates to the girl, accepting her phone. "I suppose."

Fixing your posture, you stand behind your friend as he carefully raises his right arm up in the air, positioning the phone that was able to capture all four of you in the frame.

Pulling out the gummiest smile, you bursted out a gigantic grin after seeing the rare radiant expression Yoongi was giving. He was never one to show much emotion so finding him giving in for a picture amused you.

Taking the phone out of his hands, Bella examined the screen before chuckling. "Wow, you've got one adorable smile."

You could've sworn you saw Yoongi blush as he lowered his head while shaking off her compliment, trying to act natural but he wasn't fooling anyone.

He was shy.

Gasping at the sight in front of her, Nico pointed at the concession cart near one of the exits of the ice. "They have hot cocoa! We must get some."

Faking a groan, Bella allowed her friend to drag her away but not before sending you a pout to follow, which you were happy to do. You were freezing to death without even realizing it until you stopped your attempts to skate for the picture.

"I was promised a free cup," Yoongi stated as he was gliding behind you, softly pushing your back as you proceeded to do nothing but allow him to direct you to where your desired hot cocoa was.

Scoffing a little, you shush him as you reached the exit ramp. Jumping off, the two of you slowly waddled to Bella and Nico who were next in line.

"Wait," you start, pausing your footsteps which resulted in him almost falling after slamming to your side. "Shouldn't we ask Joon and Jules if they want one?"

Peeking over your shoulder, Yoongi looks back down to you. "Nah, don't wanna ruin their fun."

Following his recent glance, you could see Joon and Jules in front of one another, both holding hands as they try to catch a faster pace while twirling in big circles.

You were sure they were eventually going to knock a small child over soon.

"Next," you hear the worker call out, sitting behind his register waiting for your arrival.

Quickly walking up, you place your order as nothing else but the hot drinks seemed to interest you. The total came out to be the cost as what four drinks at your local cafe would be, but you shouldn't be surprised since this place was pretty popular to the public.

Pulling out his wallet so fast, you didn't have to process what Yoongi was doing until you caught the view of his credit card as he handed it over to the man in front of you.

"No-" you try intercepting what had just happened by giving your card to the worker who just shrugged as he had already paid for the drinks on Yoongi's card. "Why would you do that?"

"You're too slow," Yoongi bluntly said as he grabbed the two drinks and moved to the side so the next person in line could place their order.

"But it hadn't even been three seconds since he said the total before you handed him the card," you protest.

He handed you your cup, hoping it'll shut you up as he took a small sip from his own. "And?"

Is he being serious? "'And,'" you question as he continued to be unaware as to what you were getting at. "Since the beginning I vowed to buy you hot cocoa."

Yoongi laughed at how stubborn you were becoming. "Vowed? What a great word choice for this scenario, fiance."

Rolling your eyes at his teasing, you hated the fact he was avoiding your question. You knew he did it because he wanted to be a gentleman, but the problem was he didn't want to admit he was one.

Again, he was being shy.

"I see you are kind," you smirk as he gave you a disgusted glance. "Don't worry, I won't tell people you have a heart."

Before he could leave a snarky comeback, Nico and Bella came back in giggles as Yoongi retreated back to his natural state of looking lifeless. "Oh my gosh- we went to get napkins and I kid you not I may have poured my drink on the back of this poor little girl."

Lightly gasping, you widen your eyes as Yoongi confusingly replies back. "May have? You don't know if you did or not?"

Bella makes an accountable face, scrunching her nose in the process. "Okay, I did. But she's the one who ran into me!"

"Well, she was really small and you kind of didn't search your surroundings before kneeing her," Nico exposed, causing Yoongi and you to give each other a concerned look.

"You kneed her?!"

"Only in her side," Bella excused herself, sending Nico a betrayed look. "It wasn't like it was her stomach."

"It practically was...," Nico mumbled but became silent when her co-star eyed her hard.

Coughing uncomfortably, Yoongi caught everyone's attention as he tried to avert the conversation into something that wasn't as horrific as striking a child with hot cocoa and a knee. "We should probably hit the ice again soon before Jules and Joon find out we got these drinks without them."

"Jules is here?!" Bella beamed, searching around for her through the large gatherings of people on the ice. "I missed that crazy lady, she was the only one who would get my coffee order right."

"She told me she would threaten to get the baristas fired if they kept getting it wrong," Nico recalled, chewing her mouth a little. "That's why I stopped letting her take my orders."

Sighing, you looked up in the ceiling in disapproval as you could feel Yoongi laughing his ass off beside you. That was very Jules of her to do.

After another two hours of trying to figure out how to skate, and basically latching onto Yoongi the whole time as Bella and Nico were doing laps around you guys, you finally made it home.

To say you were exhausted would be an understatement- you were drained.

No, seriously. You hadn't worked out this much since Jules and you almost missed the subway two months ago and had to run three blocks to catch it on time.

That day was dreadful, but you were sure if you went to bed you were going to wake up lifeless like a worm.

"I call the shower first!" you hear Jules scream, running to her room in order to grab her belongings but you were faster and instantly made your way to the bathroom, locking the door before she could break in. "You bitch! How dare you steal it with my back turned!"

Grinning evilly to yourself, you wanted to get your night routines over with so you could hit the pillows quickly. Even after taking off all your makeup, taking a very steamy shower, and doing your nightly skin care routine, you were sure you could easily knock out sitting on the toilet if you had the chance.

We all have done it once in our lives.

Opening the door, the steam flows out smoothly as you face your very displeased roommate on the other side, glaring at you. "All yours," you smile, stepping to the side but she roughly pushes you in response, causing you to yelp as you manage to catch your balance midway.

Mental note, burn her eggs next breakfast.

Stepping into your room, you change into an oversized hoodie and sweats before throwing yourself under your covers in excitement.

The moment you've been waiting for all day: sleep.

Closing your eyes, you feel all your senses slowly drifting away from your body as relaxation crept up from all around. It was truly intoxicating how in trance you were.

But of course with your luck, nothing goes as planned- ever.

Wildly jumping up from the loud blaring of your phone, you cover your face in agony as the vibrations and noise cause pain throughout your entire body.

Who the hell was calling you at 10 o'clock at night? This should be illegal.

After taking a minute to control yourself, the ringing stopped. Good, now you won't have to make time to engage in a conversation. Quickly falling back down onto your pillows, it wasn't even ten seconds later before you feel your phone going off like crazy again.

With you eyes shut, you move your hands around your bed until you feel the cool object underneath your pillow. Lazily pressing any button, without batting one eye open, you move the phone to your ear before releasing a groggy, "What?"

"What a lovely way to greet somebody, kiddo."

You instantly freeze, automatically thinking about the vivid dream you had about him, then Lady Gaga, and felt a blush creeping in.

Slowly pulling the phone away, you let out a loud but fast scream before moving it back. How the hell are you going to begin a conversation without thinking about his lips on yours. "What do you want?"

Pausing for a second, you can hear him move around through his end. "Did you just scream?"

It's not like you didn't just dream about him kissing all over your body two nights ago.

"Did you just wake me up to ask me the obvious answer?"

Act like you don't care. Like you are perfectly fine.

He chuckles lightly and you can tell by his tone he was close to passing out too. "Somebody's cranky, is it past your bedtime?" Pedro teased.

You were definitely not in the mood to handle his ridicules at this hour, especially by how nervous he was slowly making you. What did he want?

"Yes," you simply reply before hitting the red button, ending the call and laying your head back on your pillow. Good, just end it before you make a bigger fool out of yourself.

It hadn't even been another ten seconds before your phone was ringing once again. Pulling it up to your face, you let out a huff. What a shocker, it was him again.

"You better have an insanely good reason as to why you chose to wake me up in the middle of my dream," you immediately say as you press the 'accept' button.

Hearing him laugh, you just know he has a sarcastic comment coming any second. "Wake you up? Honey, you're still living your dream talking to me."

Honey.

No, not another nickname for him to call you in future dreams.

Shaking that thought away, you rejected the idea of him being in any more dreams- you forbid it.

Loss at words for a second, you almost let your next words trip over one another before calmly gaining your composure at the incidental choice of your pet name.

"So funny," you reply back, trying your best to sound sane. "Pretty sure I was dreaming of a very shirtless Matt Healy playing 'Please Be Naked' to me."

Why the fuck would you slip that out.

"Are you trying to hint at something?" he smirks, making you press mute and hold your hand over your mouth to hold back the screams you feared would release.

Feeling like your soul was about to leave your body, you couldn't believe he just said that.

Actually, you couldn't believe you would even recommend that song. God, your sleepiness was messing with your mind.

Finding your energy once again, you unmute the call and try to seem unfazed by his last comment. "Yes, that I want to sleep. Goodbye now."

Before you could hit the red button again, you could hear him chanting over the phone to do the exact opposite. "Don't!"

Groaning, you clutch the phone harder in despair. "I am so tired. Don't do this to me, please. I am a girl who values her sleep!" you whine as you hear him continue his light giggles in the background. "If I don't sleep I will die, is this what you want. Are you trying to kill me?"

"I can reassure you I don't plan on keeping you up long," he explains. "And I wouldn't dare wish for your death."

Your heart fluttering, you glare at your chest. "Then what do you want?"

Moving his phone from one ear to the other, he lays in his bed while smiling at his ceiling. "You," he declares, making you widen your eyes as he shuffles around in his blanket. "Tomorrow, let's hang out."

Sitting up against your bed frame, you furrow your brow. "Hang out? For what?" There's no way you will be able to act normal for a long period of time, your weak-self can't do it.

Placing a hand over his chest, he lets out a light hiss in fake hurt by your comeback before continuing. "Can't I hang out with you by choice and not by a work schedule? Unless you're so disgusted by me." That's when he started his fake cries. "I'm so sorry I am not Matt Healy and can't do a great British accent."

Shaking your head, you try to intervene as his ugly cries become louder through the line. "That's not what I meant, stop being dramatic," you complain as he instantly stops while smiling widely. "Is there a specific reason why you want to hang out?"

Taking a deep breath, he fiddles with the fingers on his non-occupied hand. "Does there need to be a reason?"

You pause for a second. He's acting too kind for your liking and it's making you question what his intentions are. In this point of time, you're sure he's going to take that moment to convince you to work with him in Canada.

"With you there's always a reason."

Scoffing lightly, he grumbles. "I just want to go on a hike and need a hiking partner."

Oh hell no, you already did enough working out this evening. You were not about to do that again, that's for sure.

"Yeah, nooo," you exhale lowly. "I already did too much working out with my body if you know what I mean and-"

"I don't know what that means," he cuts you off.

"It means I am going to be sore for days so my body has no strength to walk for more than five minutes," you declare as he falls silent.

After a few seconds that felt like forever, he replies. "Fine," he blankly states. "Have a goodnight, sweetheart."

The warmth as blood began drawing to your face became present as you quickly reply with a simple "night" before ending the call. And for some reason you felt as if you couldn't breathe normally by the pounding on your chest.

What the hell was happening to you. Looking up at the ceiling, you silently pray you don't have a Lady Gaga 2.0 fiasco.

As you were questioning why your heart made you feel as if you were going under cardiac arrest the night before, your body was currently making you feel if you really needed to make that trip to the ER by how tender you were.

It also didn't help that Jules was the one waking you up at the crack of dawn, half asleep with her eye mask clinging onto her forehead.

"W-why are you-" you grumble, rubbing your eyes as you look at the alarm clock near your bedside. "-waking me up at 6:18am? It's Saturday."

She sent you a death glare for assuming she randomly wanted to wake you up for the fun of it as she was the one who was woken up first. "Someone's here for you."

Positioning your body upwards, you squint your eyes up at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you take a look for yourself," she gritted her teeth, swaying her head towards your door.

Slowly standing up, you make your way to it before sneaking a peak of the view of your living room. That's when you see a very annoying man you were sure you both agreed on the phone last night to not go hiking.

Luckily, he didn't notice your wandering eyes as his were glued to his phone, scrolling through his social media.

What was he doing here? You can't face him without thinking about his body wrapped around yours and his lips doing dangerous things.

Oh no, you truly were screwed.

Lightly shutting your door, you nervously turn back to your roommate who looks displeased. "I told him no."

"No means yes, I guess," she replies, snaking her arms around her body for warmth. "I'm going back to bed."

You could hear her walk out of your room as you frantically begin searching for something warm yet comfortable clothes to wear on this undesired hike. You knew if you tried backing out he would stay until you caved, he was very persistent to get what he wanted.

And what he wanted was for you to get your ass up and exercise.

You were also certain you heard Jules let out a "thanks for the invite" to him before hearing her bedroom door shut.

Running out of your room, you made sure not to look in his direction so he wouldn't see your morning appearance clearly- well he already has but why reveal yourself in this state again?

Quickly brushing your hair, teeth, and washing your face, you change into a baggy green sweatshirt and some black workout leggings before slipping on suited running shoes.

Try to act natural. Give him little attention so he won't speculate anything. You aren't into old men and did not vision him smooching you on your sofa.

"You are so buying me breakfast," you deadpan as you walked straight out of your door, not even daring to wait for him to follow.

Good, be straightforward.

Laughing to himself, Pedro promptly jumped off the couch and jogged after you once you shut the door on him and continued down the halls to the elevators.

Finally catching up, he barely made it through the elevator doors as they were closing to find you leaning against the corner, mad and tired. "Good morning to you, too."

You let out a small cry as you lay your head against the wall in pain from how frustratingly exhausted you were. If one cold breeze hit you outside you were sure you were going to burst into tears.

"Oh, come one," he walks over to you and nudged your shoulder to wake up some more. If he unexpectedly touched you again you were sure you were going to rip his arm off. "In a few minutes you'll be wide awake and fine."

"How dare you assume I'm going to be fine!" you whine, trying to hit his side but he manages to capture your arm and that's when you give up and allow your worn out body to fall on him.

He instantly wraps his arms around you as your head falls just beneath his chin, your eyes slowly closing and your thoughts drifting away as his warmth was making you drowsy.

You tried to stay focus, but your poor state was taking over and you suddenly weren't as anxious as you once were. Being sleepy really made your mind roam.

"Hey, now," he whispers and looks down to see you snuggling up against him. "You can't fall asleep on me. I do not want your security guards thinking I drugged you."

Tightening your arms on how lower sides, you ignore him as you feel yourself easing closer to dozing off by the constant beating of his heart. "Stop," you mumble, clutching your ears softly before positioning your head on the other side of his chest.

"What?" he curiously glances down at you.

"You heartbeat's annoying me," you lightly whine. "It's pounding against my ears."

Pedro was extremely glad you were too tired to process his heartbeat and the bright red tint plastered across his face. Your drained-self definitely saved him from embarrassment.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and you still weren't moving. You were too comfortable to make any effort to walk on your own and if he really wanted you to hang out this morning then he was going to have to find a way to make you move.

And to him, dragging you was his best option yet. But with care.

Delicately keeping his arms secured around you, he gradually walked out with you still engulfed by him, eyes shut and only moving your feet with his pace.

Honestly, you were surprised how much rhythm you had.

Stopping to pull out his car keys, he unlocked his car and opened his passenger side door once you two reached the garage complex. Gently, laying you on the seat, you station you head against the headrest as he buckled you in. "God, I really hope security doesn't report me."

And once he made it to his side and hopped in, he laughed at the state you were in, head instantly bent to your side and legs tangled together in hope to create some kind of warmth. "Adorable."

But of course you were too dumb to not catch that.

You were awoken by a small speed bump and the instant hit of warmth through the heat vents, your eyes slowly glancing around your surroundings. Taking a quick peep at the screen indicating the time, you read that it was almost 7am.

Tilting your head and leaning against the headrest, you lazily stare at Pedro as he continues to drive to god knows where.

"Don't I look so handsome in the morning?" he jokes before meeting your eyes, sending you a warm grin.

And handsome on top of you.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you beg your imagination to please shut the fuck up.

"You mean drastic," you mutter, moving your head to the opposite side, against the window to force some sleep again.

Better to make time fly by faster knocking out where you were sure you wouldn't say anything stupid.

"Hey, no..." he whines, moving his right arm across to shake your chin softly to keep you conscious. "Don't pass out on me again, I'm lonely."

"And I'm tired, deal with it."

Shuffling in his seat, he looks over to see you curling yourself up in a ball with your legs to your knees and arms wrapped around. Not thinking things throughly, he hits the brakes hard for a split second and watches as your body jolts forward before swinging back against his seat.

"What the fuck!" you shriek, propping your body up and facing him in pure rage. "Are you trying to irritate me?!"

"I'm lonely and you're not helping," Pedro calmly states, shrugging as you continue your daggers his way.

You were beyond pissed. How could he think you would be energetic and talkative right now? How could he attempt to make you fly out the window? You could feel your nerves slowly fading away by the fury growing inside you.

If he wanted you awake then fine, you were going to be awake.

Doesn't mean you had to talk though.

Silently sitting up, you stare at the windshield in front of you and watch the cars drive as he continues to spare you a glance every once in a while.

Honestly, your silence was terrifying the fuck out of him. Normally, you would have some snarky comeback or violent punch to return to his evil tactics, but you were doing nothing.

Literally nothing.

And he knows damn well the sights of trees and cars did not interest you.

"Hey...," you feel Pedro lightly poke your side, pursing his lips once he saw your non-existent reaction. "You're not mad, right?"

Ignoring him, you continue your deep stare now onto more trees as you two were getting closer to nature than streets. You must've been out for some time as you barely noticed how far away from the city you really were.

Joon would really love this.

Gradually lifting his arm up, his places it on top of your own and gives it a small squeeze while laying it there. "C'mon, don't ignore me."

As if that would make you stop your scheme.

Blinking slowly, you acted like you paid no attention to his puppy dog pleads as the car was making its way towards an almost empty parking lot, all surrounded by a forest that only had one route starting within an old wooden bridge.

Pulling up to a nearby parking spot, Pedro parked the car before turning back to try and capture your attention but nothing was working.

You were so damn frustrating, it was infuriating. But he was still desperate to gain your attention.

"Are you just going to sit in here all day or what?" he questions as he waves a hand over your face to make you blink.

You didn't and that kind of frightened him. Work of the devil.

"I am going to cry," he warned, swatting his hand over his face to prepare for his fake tears.

Yet you showed no mercy. Sitting there patiently, you inhaled and exhaled softly, causing him to internally flip the fuck out because why were you being so aggravating when the two of you should be walking and pointing out the squirrels fighting over nuts.

And sadly, he was slowly giving up.

"Imagine if I really was crying," he began, offended you did not care one bit. "Really means a lot how unconcerned you are."

But when you suddenly started examining your nails and carefully picking at them is when he totally lost it.

Reaching over to you and moving his arm down your arm, he swiftly intertwined your fingers with his before moving you posture to face him.

His hand was huge.

"No, no-" he started, pulling a face as you gave him a blank stare back. Act natural. Pulling your shared hands in front of his chest, he sulks. "-please, for the love of whichever god you believe in, or if you're an atheist- for the love of you, please talk to me."

Watching him beg for forgiveness has always been funny in the past, but his pleading for attention now makes you feel bad.

"If you talk to me I will buy you breakfast and a very delicious milkshake that will make you extremely happy for the rest of the day," he continues, using his free left arm to wrap around you as his right one still clutches onto your palm.

He's so warm.

Pursing your lips a bit, you send him a skeptical glance. "Oreo shake with a lot of whipped cream?"

He instantly nods, a smile breaking out. "Of course, anything you want."

You look at the car's steering wheel before averting your eyes back to his. "And a red cherry?"

"I'll buy you a full jar of cherries if it makes you happy," he declares.

"And fries?"

Agreeing, he lets out a quick nod again. "With extra seasoning."

Biting your lip, you proceed to think about other stuff you may want with your milkshake and fries. "A burger?"

"My goodness, woman" he sighs, letting go of you and jumping out of the car before running around to your side and opening your door. "I'll buy you the whole menu, now let's go!"

With that, he vigorously yet cautiously pulls you out of your seat and throws you over his shoulders.

"Oh no!" you squeal, trying to find something to hold on to as he begins his journey, walking towards the bridge to start the hike. Grabbing a hold of his neck, you try not to choke him as you place your arm around it.

If you were going down, you were sure you were going to break his neck in the process. At least it would be a learning lesson for him.

"If you drop me I am never talking to you again," you threaten as he continues down a path.

"Said that before and just did it half the car ride here," he begins, moving his shoulder to give you a little fright of your life. "Now I just found out that all I have to do is buy you food and you'll yap again."

Glaring, you choke him a little to which he chuckles. "Didn't know you were into that."

Speechless, you couldn't believe his words. What the hell was he on this morning?

"Put me down!" you exclaim, immediately moving your body so he would lose his balance. Once he did so, you scowl as he ruffles your hair, making it tangle around. "Hey!"

"Can you stop being negative for a few minutes and enjoy the environment?" he asks, pulling his arms up to twirl around. "Just take in that fresh air mother nature gifted us."

Scrunching your nose, you frown. "It smells like rotten eggs."

"Because of the ducks," he pointed out before patting his pockets. "Which we will be feeding with the bread I brought."

Examining his pocket, you shoot him a curious glance. "How big are your pockets?"

"Not important," he states, grabbing your arms and dragging you along with him down the long trail. "What's important is finishing this trail to feel accomplished."

Pouting, you allowed him to drag you along as you miserably dreaded the next few hours to come. The energy you had to give off just for some damn breakfast.

Shame on you for loving food so much.

Encountering many frogs, lizards, and pigeons who loved flying right by both of your heads and scaring you to death, you had long forgotten about how anxious you were being around him. Being distracted constantly had you occupied which was a relief.

Eventually, you two finally found the drugs.

Or the ducks.

Walking by a huge pond, there were numerous amounts of ducks leaping around with their families following behind. It was really cute, but the smell wasn't.

"I wonder if they can choke on this?" Pedro muttered as he pulled out a large bread. Slowly nearing one medium-seized one in caution, he rips a piece apart and throws it. "It is kind of thick."

Taking a moment to check the bread out, you sigh. "Are you feeding these ducks bolillo bread?"

He pauses, not sure why you would care to ask. "Yes and?"

"They have thick crusts!" you exclaim. "And why not just feed them normal wheat bread?"

"Who even eats wheat? It's bland." he protests. "Plus, this is leftovers from my dinner last night."

"They're ducks! They don't care," you argue as he shakes his head.

"Just imagine if you were a duck," he began, making you huff in annoyance as you just knew he was going to say something ridiculous. "Wouldn't you love to eat this nice bolillo bread, maybe visualize a torta with some carnitas, onions, avocado, can't forget the refried bean-"

"The duck is choking!" you squeal and stare in fear as the poor duck starts to wheeze sharply.

Pedro's facial expressions drops as he sees the poor duck quacking in agony. Nervously rushing to its side, he looks up at you. "Do we pat its back? CPR? Call 911?!"

Pulling out your phone, you type away to find answers for your current problem. It was indeed true that you aren't supposed to feed ducks bread.

Especially thick Mexican ones.

"Give it mouth to mouth if you want chlamydia," you read aloud, causing Pedro to instantly leap away from the duck as it hastily begins to lay on the ground. "Wait, you get that from birds, not ducks. Silly me."

"Ducks are birds," he discloses, trying his best to softly pat the ducks back, finally giving it one powerful swat to help but instead the duck ends ups being thrown a few feet away by his force.

"Do I look like a fucking duck doctor?" you spit out, making him look up confused.

"You mean a veterarian."

Ignoring his last comment, you continue scrolling through more of google's suggestions, finally finding some information that may help. "You need to press down on its chest with 1-2 fingers or just give them water to drown it down."

Immediately grabbing the duck and placing it on its back, you worriedly watch over the duck from Pedro's shoulder as he works his fingers on the poor animal.

However, no luck was given as the duck was beginning to look weak and drowsy as pressure kept being projected on its chest. "We need water!"

Running towards the pond, you motion for Pedro to follow along with the duck as you look for a safe ramp to lead the duck onto. "Let's just lay him down near the water and splash him with it."

"He?" Pedro asks, stopping his movements. "But it looks like a she-"

"We are not arguing over its gender when its literally dying in your arms!" you exclaim, causing him to quickly nod and follow the ramp you found towards the water.

Gently, Pedro lowered his arms near the water with the poor duck taking over his hands. Trying to move the flow of water towards its face, he calls you over. "He's not accepting it, you need to scoop some up in your hand and pour it over his beak."

Rapidly nodding, you do as he says and take a handful and try not to spill it before gradually pouring it over the duck's beak. This water was not clean, but at least it was something. Nothing was happening until your third scoop once the duck began to actually swallow some of the water slowly.

"I-I think it's working! We did it!" Pedro cheered, trying to give you a high-five, failing incredibly as he somehow managed to lose his grip and dump the poor duck hard in the pond. "Oh shit!"

Squatting down, you try to reach for the duck as its face was buried underneath the water before Pedro's body slams into yours, causing you to fall into the dirty, cold pond.

The feeling of thick, muddy water overtakes your body as you lose all sight of air. Quickly moving your arms up and down, you rise back to the surface to find Pedro with his hands over his mouth and his jaw dropped.

He knew he wasn't going to hear the end of it.

"Fuck," he nervously muttered to himself before reaching out for you. "I am so so so sorry, the leaf made me slip AH!-"

He couldn't finish his sentence as you yanked his arm down with you, pulling with almighty to get him to land in the pond. The weight of the water going down with his body diving harshly against it, you knew he was completely soaked.

And probably pissed, but its okay. It's what he deserves.

Waiting for him to come up, he finally did so in seconds looking very unhappy. It made you delighted.

"You did that on purpose!"

Scoffing, you splash him and watch as he gasps harder. "You do a lot of things on purpose."

Using both hands to release bigger waves, he splashes you back. "Don't splash me!"

Growling, you slap his chest as he clutches your wrist afterwards. "You're so lucky I forgot my phone at home."

Gasping, you feel one of his hands fly underwater. "I didn't!" You hold in your giggles as he shuffles frantically before moving his gaze back up. "Wait, I never removed it from my glove department. Be fortunate I forgot it because if you destroyed it I would've made you walk home."

Furrowing your brows, you push his shoulders and make him move back by the force of it. "You're the one who started it. We're gonna get duck chlamydia now!"

Rolling his eyes, he pushed you back, causing you to fall under the water. Once you caught your breath again you notice the way he glares at you. "That's not even a thing."

"Just another STD to add to your list," you jokingly mumble to yourself, sure he didn't catch it.

You were wrong, again.

Launching himself onto you, the two of you fall underwater as he shoves you body around in revenge. Swimming back up, you gasp for air while slapping his arms off you as he tried blocking all your attempts.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he clings his face on your shoulder as he proceeds to try and bring you down under but somehow you manage to wrap your leg around his thigh, causing him to lose his strength and fall backwards with you on top of him.

He sure has one strong grip.

Now, not saying you were going to kill him. But this was your chance to kill him with no witnesses.

Well- besides the ducks, but they wouldn't quack a soul.

Regaining his energy, he lifts himself back up and holds you up, about to drag you under again before you crazily oppose while shaking your head, "Don't! We're gonna get sick!"

"That's not a very sincere apology," he tilts his head, his wet hair scattered across his face as he awaits your alibi.

Huffing, you fight back a rude remark. "Do you understand how much poop were swimming in right now? These ducks are probably laughing at us by how much they are quacking."

Swiftly looking around, the two of you check the surrounding ducks around who blankly stare back. The older looking ones hollering nonsense, probably making plans to kill you and Pedro.

"I bet their releasing their chlamydia right now," you cry, hiding your face in his shoulder as he bursts out laughing.

"I don't think that's how it works."

Glancing down on him, you're surprised by his strength. He's been holding you up by your waist for so long you're shocked he hasn't dropped you accidentally yet. "Let's not find out, let's get out."

"You're forgetting something," he smiles, staring innocently at you, knowing damn well you can't leave without his release. "And I wouldn't wait this one out because I am pretty sure I feel toads swimming near my feet."

Instantaneously, you clung onto him tighter in fear as you could imagine the feeling of something swarming around your body. It was like hundred of spiders crawling all over you, you needed to get out of here.

Pulling yourself back up, you place your hands on his shoulders as he impassively stares back at you, waiting. "Fine," you huff. "I'm sorry for claiming you had STD's before."

Pedro just stays there, not moving an inch as if he wants more. Groaning, you knew he wasn't going to give in so easy. "And I am sorry for stimulating the idea that you would get duck chlamydia," you apologize. "But you can get E. coli."

That didn't help as he just helplessly eyed you, not impressed with your poor excuses of your so-called apologies. What more did he want? You can't necessarily beg on your knees, you're in the water!

Whining, you knew you had to pull out your sincere face. You just knew your Oscar-worthy acting was about to award you freedom.

Softly, you move strands of hair stuck near his eyes away from his face and brush his hair back before quivering your lips and looking down upon him in sorrow.

He has really pretty eyes.

"I'm really sorry," you start as you push your face inside his neck and lock him inside your arms. "I know you don't have any infections, you don't even have visible rashes or sores to prove it."

Pedro finds your plead for forgiveness charming as you squeeze him tighter. He begins to release you until he hears the mutter of your "-that are visible."

"You couldn't hold it in for a few more seconds?!" he whined at how fast you went back to insulting him.

Sighing heavily, you slap a hand to your face. "It's hard!"

Suppressing a laugh, he unwrapped his arms around you and let you get back to the sidewalk. But once you were back on your feet, you looked down to find your body filled with random pieces of dirt, sticks, and grass. "Ew!"

"You're not sitting in my car," Pedro states, waving his head side to side to release some water from his ears.

"You're worse than me!"

"My car, my rules."

Frowning, you weren't sure if he was kidding or not. "Well, you almost committed first-degree-murder so if you don't want people to know you must be my personal servant."

His instant glare turned into confusion as he abruptly moved his attention back towards the pond. "Where did the duck go?"

Widening your eyes, you forgot that you had a helpless duck in your hands minutes ago before your splash attack with Pedro. Scanning your eyes from the sidewalks to the ramps to the pond, you noticed a duck floating nearby. "I think that's them."

Pointing at a duck with the closest familiar colors than the rest, you felt Pedro let out of sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, I would have felt extremely guilty if she would have died."

"It could be a he," you snap back.

He was about to protest but honestly, you were done for the day. You just wanted to take a long and hot shower and knock back out. Not only that, but you ruined your cute running shoes you gifted yourself months ago for your work out journey.

You never really wore them, but it's the thought that counts.

"We can get breakfast another day," you plead to which he didn't argue over because he really wanted to remove the unknown substances off his body asap.

He wouldn't admit it, but he was genuinely scared he may have gotten duck chlamydia .

"Okay, but no sleeping in the car," Pedro states as you exhale loudly. All this and you still weren't allowed to doze off, how cruel is life at the moment.

Walking back to the car would've went down smoothly if the two of you weren't given disturbed looks from strangers and your clothes weren't clinging uncomfortably to your bodies, especially your shoes.

Luckily, Pedro had towels in his trunk and set them down on the seats. "God, I am definitely going to need a deep cleaning after this."

Slipping inside, your hands find the heater and turn it on full blast. Not only was it freezing outside, but your drenched state made you feel like an icicle.

Setting off back to the road, your mind begins to wander back to the question that has been flooding your mind lately. Craning you neck towards his presence, you make out his comfort state. Cool, he's calm.

Here goes nothing.

"So," you start, awkwardly playing with your hands as you try to make direct eye-contact with him as he turns his head to you. "Why did you visit the other morning?"

Lifting a brow, he pulls a face. "Other morning?"

Biting the inside of the cheek, you try to sound composed. "Yeah, remember? You dropped by around 6am-"

"-and you thought I was Lady Gaga, slammed the door on my face, and went back to bed?" he finished, grinning while finding your eyes again. "You mean that day?"

"Well if you knew what I was talking about why make me recall those mortifying details?" you grumble, leaning back against your seat. "And I thought you were a cat."

"I figured, I always questioned why Jules would ramble on about buying Lady Gaga a new electric litter box until I connected the dots," he confessed making you let out a small chuckle.

Yeah, you clearly remember how upset Jules became when Lady Gaga neglected the expensive box.

"But if you're curious, it wasn't because I wanted to go hiking," he smiled, referring to the current day.

"Then why?"

He paused for a minute, checking his mirrors before switching lanes. "I'm not really sure."

Tilting your head a bit, you express curiosity as you glance back. "I don't understand?"

Laughing lowly, he slightly shook his head. "I did wake up real fucking early that day," he started. "Maybe around 4am? Which sucked because I must've gotten like 3-4 hours of sleep."

"So you decided to wake me up so I could feel your pain?"

"No," he stifled another chuckle. "To plant trees."

Squinting your eyes, you become very confused. What is he talking about? He noticed your puzzlement immediately. "You know, go early in the morning to different areas in the city and help dig and replace old trees to plant new ones."

This whole time you were flipping out, wondering why he randomly came early in the morning just to find out it was because he's a nature boy who wants to help out the community?

It was very sweet of him to be as helpful as he was, but you were a little disappointment it wasn't something more.

"That's why?" you ask and he nods. "And why no warning?"

"Well, I was going to call but I figured all that studying you had done the evening before may have knocked you out early," he confessed.

Yet he still made you wake up early today knowing damn well you were exhausted last night. Strange.

"Why me?" you giggle. "I'm not your typical nature girl, Joon would've been perfect for the job."

Shrugging, he leaned his elbow on his middle console. "I thought about asking him, but to be honest I didn't want to pay for any damages he may have caused."

That was a very accurate insight of what Joon really was, clumsy. The amount of times he accidentally dropped his coffee cups, tripped over wires backstage, and face-planted against glass doors would be too much to count on both your palms.

You're surprised he hasn't broken his back again- but still glad he hasn't. That would really suck.

"But have you thought things over yet?" Pedro glanced your way before looking back forward. "About Canada?"

Stiffing up a bit, you move your eyes to the dashboard. You weren't dreading this conversation, but you didn't want to talk about it.

This was a situation where it was a win but also a loss.

Win as in gaining incredible experience, loss that your parent's wouldn't be pleased, it was in a different country, and you'd be missing out on your social life for almost a year.

"Not really," you admit and sense from the corner of your eyes his shoulders fall. "Still indecisive, as always," you try joking to lighten the mood.

Sending over a tiny grin, he mirrors your same expression, doubtful. His face turns concentrated again, leaning closer to you before he shuts down again, ultimately rejecting whatever idea he had going on.

The rest of the drive back to your place went by fast. The two of you made little talk about each other's life and how school was going for you, but he already knew so much already from past encounters.

Pulling up to the red curb you loathe, you crack a scowl as he only returns a smirk at his doing. "I will personally send my property manager to you so she can threaten you."

"I do love threats," he beamed, watching as you reach for the handle before stopping you by his voice. "-but I had fun this morning, despite our little uh...catastrophe," he chuckled, looking down at his clothes.

"I totally agree," you grin. "Dirt just looks so good on me."

He sniggers lightly before slightly sobering up. "But seriously, think about the offer," he begins, nipping at his lip a bit, not trying to put too much pressure on you. "It'll be good for you, you know- your future."

Sighing, you nod. You knew where he was coming from since he's been doing this for so long, but you were still young and had a lot on your mind.

"I'll think about it," you smile, reaching for the door handle and swiftly getting out, missing the way his smile slowly vanishes.

Taking your usual step back, you send him a farewell wave but he does his habitual goodbyes as he gets out of his car and grins to you. "See you around." Laughing, you walk inside the doors and make your way to the elevators, his followed soft "beautiful" being muffled by the traffic on the streets.

It seemed like both of you were screwed.

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[orangeboulevard]

The Comforts I Find In Your Shadows

(Rick x Gojo, Gojo x Aragorn, Aragorn x Rick)

I can't even say I was double dog dared to do this because I wasn't. Also I haven't watched jjk I watched one video of Gojo for this amazing opportunity.

Words: 842

In a world ravaged by the undead, Rick Grimes had learnt that good things don't often come by but when they do, you better hold onto them.

Gojo Satoru was his good thing. Gojo was his best friend, his support through the hard times -when they were starving and dehydrated, burning under the summer sun, when Lori died and when they were being threatened and attacked by The Governor.-, he had saved his life countless amounts of times back when Rick was still a naive and wide-eyed sheriff from Atlanta and he was what was keeping him up in the dead of night. Those blue eyes stirred hot feelings in his lower abdomen, they were in his mind when he was gasping and whimpering, they were in his mind when he felt disgusted with himself afterwards.

He shook himself from his thoughts, they served him no purpose besides conjuring painful feelings of want and desire in his chest, and clambered out of bed, he was due for patrol around the perimeter of Alexandria in about twenty minutes which left him with just enough time to brush his teeth, change his clothes and grab a bite to eat before leaving the house. He rubbed at the stumble that was starting to break on his jaw as he breathed in the fresh air, this was something he had missed and would never take for granted again- waking up to a beautiful neighbourhood and feeling somewhat secure.

He greeted the few people that were awake and about their business at the early hours of the morning, one of these such people was Aragorn. Rick offered a friendly smile that was met with a respectable nod. Aragorn.... Aragorn was a tricky subject to approach, the poor man did not speak English nor any other language the residents of Alexandria spoke.

His steely grey eyes were aged by years beyond him, Rick guessed that they were around the same age- late thirties, early forties-. His rugged countenance was emphasised by his choices of clothing, archaic looking trousers and shirts- when he'd first arrived, he was wearing a cloak, an actual cloak. Rick figured that either when the apocalypse had started, Aragorn had been at a fancy dress party or Aragorn was some sort of LARPer, it made some certain degree of sense, the man did bear a sword on his hip at all times and his mannerisms were entirely bizzare- it may just be a mental disorder, however.

Rick found himself forced from his musings by a gentle touch against his lips, he flinched back as his eyebrows raised in shock and confusion. Aragorn was holding a strawberry to his lips with an expectant look. Rick couldn't help but break out in a smile, sure the man was... odd but he was sweet and he took his job as a gardener in Alexandria very seriously. Rick closed his lips around the strawberry as he took a bite, he missed the way Aragorn flushed and had to look off to the side.

Rick's eyes closed and he let out an involuntary sound of satisfaction, it had been too long since he'd savoured the sweet taste of a strawberry- another good thing he'd better hold onto. He opened his eyes to see Aragorn gazing at the ground beside him, Rick offered him the last of the strawberry and tried to convey how good it was with his bright grin. Aragorn pushed Rick's hand towards his mouth, taking the rest of the small fruit. Aragorn let a small smile paint his features, making him look a lot younger than he did normally.

Rick patted the man's shoulder before continuing on his journey to Alexandria's gate, he missed the way Aragorn's disappointed gaze followed his shrinking figure.

Gojo was there to greet him at the gate and Rick hoped to God his best friend couldn't hear how his heart sped up at the sight of him, the traitorous creature that it was.

"Rick! My student, there you are! I was starting to wonder if I'd somehow been scheduled for a double shit," Gojo joked as he ran a hand through his platinum locks, his eyes locked onto Rick's own behind his dark shades.

"Ahah, sorry, got caught up back there by Aragorn. Didja' see? He's got some strawberry plants goin' on, real ripe," he swallowed, why did every word seem to stick to his gullet and refuse to come out?

"Aragorn?" Gojo's voice became slightly higher, "No way! I gotta get some of those."

"Uh, yeah but befo-"

"Sorry, Rick, I'm just gonna go see Aragorn, I'll see ya later, buddy," Gojo playfully punched Rick's shoulder and Rick just grinned and nodded, hoping his disappointment wasn't too evident on his face.

Rick sighed as Gojo practically skipped off, he decided to concentrate on the task at hand: boring, monotonous walking around the whole of Alexandria.

[myzzjolanda]

Eat. Please?

I might have done something again. Took me a while to write this out because I wasn’t really sure hów I wanted to write it out, but I’m pleased with the result. Enjoy again! 

Show: Wednesday

Pairing: Larissa Weems x reader

Warning: none, I think

Wordcount: 1923 

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Larissa Weems was a really busy woman, but she usually made sure she could spend time with you for lunch and in the evenings. Even if she had tons of work to do, she would find a way to have at least a quick lunch and half an hour together with you before bed so you could talk (or vent) about your day.

But this is the last week of the schoolyear. The week you both had been dreading for a while already. Both of you had tried to prepare for this week, but when it had started, the workload was still wáy more than any of you had anticipated on. There were so much papers and tests to be graded, students who needed help with resits or trying to fix subjects so that they could continue their studies in their next year, even more parents who demanded some of your time you didn’t had to talk about their children grades. Larissa, of course, had to put even more time in those things than you do. She had to oversee the processes and had to deal with most of the parents who wanted to complain about the grades of the students. This meant you barely saw her this week. You saw her just before going to sleep when she crawled into the bed and pulled you closer to her, and in the mornings when she woke up early, and placed a kiss on your forehead just before she got out of bed.

And you saw her in the hallways during the days of course, when you gave each other small smiles and had really short smalltalks. To everyone else, she looked as calm and relaxed as ever, as if everything was under control. But when you looked at her, you could see she felt tense and perhaps even a bit stressed. You even wondered if she even ate enough. You knew she always struggled with eating breakfast, even when she wasn’t stressed. And earlier this week, when you needed something from her, you stepped in her empty office, and more than half of her sandwich was still on her desk. ‘At least she finished her tea’, you could only think to yourself. When on Thursday you heard her assistant say the day was a four out of four of which she didn’t finish her lunch, you had enough of it. You decided that you’d work extra hard to cook her a simple and light, but her favourite meal. And then you’d bring it to her. And you would sit with her until she had finished her plate. You’d shove the food down her throat if necessary.

 Luckily, you just had one class with a test today and that class was in the morning. This afternoon, you had 2 meetings with students who wanted help with your subjects in the next semester. You gave them a bit of reading to do for in the summer, and afterwards you could finally grade the tests. Luckily again the test was 75 percent multiple choice and the other 25% open questions. You’d have a hard time finishing on time if you put more open questions in the test, but it was 3:30pm when you where done. You entered the grades in the schoolsystems and in an excelsheet, and then made your way to the shops. Luckily, you’ve made this dish quite often for Larissa so you knew where to find everything quite quickly. Larissa loved fish and especially a salmon salad you made for her on one of the first dates you had. In the beginning, you thought she was joking, or that she would just say it was her favourite just to please you, but she just kept asking for this salad when you asked her what she wanted to eat. One time, when she was really terrible sick with a bad flu, she was half asleep in her bed. You didn’t think she would feel like eating a lot, but then out of a sudden, with a sad voice, she had stated: “My salad. Yóur salad. I want your salad.”. When you looked at her with confusion in your eyes, she sleepily continued: “The salmon salad. I want your salmon salad. Please?”. And surprisingly, she finished the whole familybowl in one setting. 

When you got home, it was already 5pm. It was a blessing you didn’t have to cook or boil anything, since it was quite a hot day. You just had to wash the veggies and cut them, put them together with the salmon and the dressing and then you’d be finished. Before you started cooking, you decided to take a shower and put on some more comfortable clothes. After the shower, you put your still wet hair in a messy bun and started to put together the salad. You also cut the baguette you bought in pieces, put them in a bowl and put some garlic butter in a smaller bowl. Eventually, you put the salad, the baguette, the garlic butter, two plates and the cutlery on a big tray. You were happy Larissa’s office wasn’t far away. You were doubting if you’d go to her immediately or that you’d wait a bit longer, since you didn’t want to disturb her. But then you reminded yourself of the fact that she doesn’t plan meetings or calls after 5PM, so you wouldn’t disturb her with such things. And she needed to eat anyway, especially since she didn’t finish her lunch.

When you got to Larissa’s office, you noticed her door was open a tiny bit. You didn’t hear any voices, just her working on her computer. Since your hands were full with the tray, you pushed the door open with your shoulder. “Oof, I’m glad you left that door open a bit, love, thanks for that.”, you stated. Larissa’s head twitched up from her computer at you when you spoke. “Y/N, what are you doing here?”, she asked you, with a tone of surprise in her voice. “Making sure you eat.”, you answered. You put the tray down on an empty corner of her desk. “And I missed you, so I decided to make a big bowl of your favourite salad to eat together”. You saw a twitch of panic in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/n, but I don’t have much time. I still need to answer a ton of emails, I have four tests to enter into the system, I-“ “Make time. Please. I’ve heard you didn’t finish your lunch for the fourth time in a row already. I don’t even want to know what you’ve had for dinner the last few days.”. A look of guilt appeared in Larissa’s eyes. “but…” “Please?”, you continued. “I’m sure you haven’t eaten much dinner these days, have you?” “Wasn’t hungry.”, Larissa mumbled back. You sighted. “Please eat? I’ve made your favourite salad, and brought a baguette with garlicbutter as well. We can eat together if you like and I’ll help you entering those grades if we’re done.”.  With this, you earned a little smile from Larissa. “Alright then. If you insist. And I of course can’t resist that salmon salad of yours.”. 

For a few minutes, you both sat there, eating in silence. “So how was your week up until now?”, you asked Larissa. She stayed silent for a few moments and then something in her face changed. “Oh no, sweety!”, you said to her while you run to her to hold and hug her close. Her face changed to show pure panic and stress. A tear fell down on her check. “I’m sorry”, she said with a soft voice, “I’m used to last weeks of semesters and even to last weeks of schoolyears, but this one seemed to be the worst of them all and I don’t even know why. I’m not even doing anything differently, but I started to feel overwhelmed and then there was miss Adams as well and…”. You shushed her. “It’s okay. Why didn’t you tell me? It’s okay to be a little overwhelmed at times. It’s also okay to ask for help. What is nót okay is that you forget to eat. Please, ask for help the next time you start to feel overwhelmed and I try my best to help you. We can sort everything out together, remember?”, you whispered in hear ear, remembering her of the promise she made you when the two of you where just together. She nodded, and cried for a few more moments with her head on your chest. When her sobs started to be more soft, you made eye contact with her again while wiping away her tears. “Are you feeling better again?”, you asked her. She nodded slowly. You smiled at her. “Good. Now, empty your plate, as the good girl that you are.”, you told her with a grin. She smiled at you and started to eat again. After a few more bites, Larissa put down her fork again. “Y/n?” “Yes, love?”. Her mouth opened. And then closed. And opened again. She took a deep breath and then said: “Marry me.”. Your face jolted up. “I’m sorry?”, you said, your mouth still full with a bite of the bread. She looked a bit taken back with your answer, but at least she didn’t panic. “Marry me y/n y/l/n. Please. I know this is a weird question asked at a weird moment and I also know I should’ve bought you a ring but you’re fantastic and I love you and I just realised how much I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and-“ “Yes.”, you answered blankly. You felt your throat get thicker. You tried not to cry. “…What?”, Larissa said softly, with a somewhat worried, but also somewhat surprised look on her face. “Yes. I’d love to marry you, Larissa Weems.”,  you answered. Tears started to fill up your eyes while you let out a giggle. Larissa stood up, still with a look of surprise on her face, and walked over to you. She took your hand and pulled you up so that she could make eye contact and she could hold your closer. She cupped your face with one hand while she placed her other hand on your waist. “Really? Do you really want to marry me?” “I’d love to marry you. Wouldn’t want to trade you with anyone in the universe.”, you answered softly. Larissa started to laugh uncontrollably while her eyes filled up with tears of joy. She kissed you passionately. “I love you, y/n. I love you so much.”, she told you when she hugged you. You started to cry too. “I was so worried you’d say no.”, Larissa whispered softly in your ear. That surprised you. “Really? Why would I want to say no?” “Don’t know. But it bothered me ever since I decided I wanted to marry you earlier this week.”, she answered. You looked at her with a surprised look. You giggled. “You liar. You told me the school was what stressed you out this week.”. Larissa giggled back. “It was. But this week I had something extra on my mind as well.”. Laughing, the two of you kissed again. When you let go of each other again, Larissa looked at the table with the salad on it again. “How much salad do you have left? I’m starving.”. You laughed. “A lot, I wanted you to eat properly again.”. “Good, let’s finish this bowl of salad. I need it.”. 

[gingerjunhan]

Hello!! It's 🌺 timeeee! How is my favorite writer? I was going to sleep when this idea popped up into my head

What if hypothetically XH and reader are in the same class and they classmates are teasing they for any reason but they feel a little bit bad about it, how XH gonna react?

Tysm for it, ly! 💕

☆彡aww hello 🌺anon! Welcome back! <3 I’m glad I can fuel your late night delusions 🫶🏻

word count: 650 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: fluff, platonic or romantic, student!XH | cws: teasing, science boy Jiseok (I can’t help myself), not really proofread, lmk if I missed something

goo gunil

Gunil would see you getting teased by your fellow classmates and instantly become your knight in shining armor

he’s stopping what he’s doing and sticking up for you right away

let’s say your classmates are teasing you over your interests, and you’re not really doing anything to stop them

Gunil can’t let that slide!

he’s putting his foot down and inserting himself into the conversation

“Hey, can you guys just leave them alone?” He would ask, trying his best to sound assertive. “So what if they like something that you don’t? It doesn’t affect you, does it?”

you give him a surprised look as he sticks up for you, effectively warding off your bullies

afterwards, he checks up on you to make sure you’re okay

if Gunil also had that similar interest, he would ask you some questions about it to get your mind off the teasing

kim jungsu

Jungsu would see you getting picked on in class, and he wouldn’t really know what to do

you sat a few seats away, so it wasn’t like he could just interrupt the lecture

his heart would break a bit as you answer a question wrong and the people around you laugh

but the second the bell rings at the end of class, he’s right by your side

“Hey, you alright? It looked like the people next to you were giving you a hard time.”

he walks with you through the halls to your next class, listening to any problems you might’ve been facing with your classmates

from that point on, Jungsu would make sure to sit nearby, quickly shutting down any teasing that might come your way and lend a helping hand

kwak jiseok

science was never your strong suit, so when you got a failed test passed back to your desk, your classmates around you quickly noticed

Jiseok, the straight A student who sat next to you, noticed the way you folded in on yourself when your other classmates saw your grade

after class, Jiseok would catch you on your way out the door

“Hey, (Y/N)- um, I noticed you weren’t super pleased with your test score. If you want, I could tutor you.”

you would hardly accept his offer, and Jiseok would get to sit back and watch as your grades slowly got better than all of those around you

plus, he got to see you more. so… a win is a win

oh seungmin

he’s fed up with your classmates

you’ve tried to be polite and ask them to leave you alone but that’s clearly not working

so he takes a stand

“God, can you guys please just shut up and leave them alone?”

you’re dumbfounded

finally someone had the guts to raise their voice at these people, and it seems to have worked

after your classmates leave, you quietly thank Seungmin for his help, granting a sweet “don’t mention it” in return

han hyeongjun

bro is not helping you

he has good intentions, he’s just not sure what to say

after the teasing for the day finally stops, Hyeongjun slips a note onto your desk

“are you alright? :(“

you look over to his desk, trying to muster up a smile as you nod

he’ll catch up with you after class and make sure you’re okay

silently reassures you from his seat to let you know you aren’t alone

lee jooyeon

he sees you getting picked on by your classmates and he gets so confused

you didn’t do anything wrong?

he should say something

“Why are you guys being so mean? (Y/N) didn’t do anything, did they?”

it was a genuine question and it catches your bullies (and you) off guard

so when they have to admit they’re just being mean, Jooyeon simply responds with:

“That’s stupid.”

and he laughs at them back

watching your bullies be confused by him helps you feel better, and you make sure to sit closer to him from then on

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

[urstruly-ghst]

Hello! I read the prompt of “their crush accidentally confessing to them and running away? Then their crush just completely avoids them afterwards?” And I really liked it! Is it possible you could do this for Jade, Riddle, Trey and Malleus as well? I noticed you mentioned having an announcement for this blog, and if you’re too busy or don’t have time, you can take your time with the prompt or skip it if you need to 🥰 Good luck with your thesis work!

note : i have lost all my drafts (i type on ms word) for my 17 asks, but--! i have gotten 2 drafts saved. this is one of them. due to this, my requests are still open! i promise i would deliver more. sorry for the delay

riddle rosehearts 

In a world of uptight rules and borderline tyranny of Riddle, he had a soft spot for many things. The sweet strawberry tarts baked by his dear friend, the perfect marks he worked hard for, the sentimental moments in his dorm, and you. You were not just his dear friend, and you also held his affections. Riddle took a lot of time to understand his afflictions, which means he would be very slow approaching you. 

Your friendship was very civil, and it took time for Riddle to be a: “buddy-pal” level of friend. He wanted the relationship to be treasured, and he wanted to be your friend compared to someone you date. Riddle wishes that if his feelings are not returned, he would still be your close friend.  However, he doesn't expect much from you when his affections are something that you have to look into carefully.

But Riddle didn’t expect you to confess first. This was not in his plan but his dreams, so I guess he isn’t frozen in shock. He was feeling so many new emotions at that time. He had the flutter and disbelief coming rapidly. Riddle was so absolutely floored with this. He couldn’t even say his feelings before you rushed off, leaving him so red and confused.

He tried to chase you, but it turns fruitless when you sprint fast. Riddle wasn’t athletic, but he could try breaking one rule, running in the fields with his horse from the Equestrian Club. Outlandish as that scenario is, Riddle was in shambles. For once, he got this new invigorating feeling. Plus, this is a prime-time show-off for you.

When his horse caught up to you, you were already surrendering. No one can outrun his horse, and he trained her well to run for miles. Besides that, he can tell that all this running around isn’t going to solve anything. He waits for you to calm down before he finally relays his own response, all of his confessions were filled in with flowery words and stammers, and he was happily basking in your presence.

“I know I have been harsh with my actions in chasing you down. I apologize for that, but you were stubborn, and I am determined. You confessed you liked me, yes? Well, I utterly adore you too. I was hurt with you running around, so I decided to rush after you... Stop looking at me like that..”

trey clover

Trey was very reasonable and was usually responsible for getting people in his dorm to follow the rules. For a reason, he was the vice leader; anything he does feels calculated, and all relate to his authority. Yet even with his high standing power, those relations never reached you.

Yes, you were an honorary member of the dorm (Riddle says so himself); however, you were not in Trey’s regime. Like Che’nya, you were a loophole. Trey finds himself confused and wonders why he wanted to make the loophole more complicated than it should be. Later, he shall learn that those intense feelings were his blooming love for you.

While it was not shocking for him to like you, after all, you are his favorite student to teach baking and the only one keeping the ADeuce duo in line. He finds you attractive from the beginning. While confirming his feelings, Trey had time to plan out confessing and being more honest to you and others. Trey was always secretive. He was far from it, even if he looked like an open book. 

However, even with planning, you somehow made a mess. Uncharaterically of you, Trey would note as you were stuttering and being antsy to spit out the rest of your confession. Indeed, this day was a mess for Heartslabyul. First, the lot of another rose bush being all white, the students causing mayhem, and Trey running after you spat out the last bit of your heartful words. The chaos was rampant, the dorm members pushing blame on each other. Trey then had this moment of rebellion, deciding he could deal with all the disarray later. You’re more important. 

While running away from the gardens to the looming hallways, you got lost. Cursing at the predicament of being lost, you try to remember the patterns, but amidst your effort to escape, Trey found you. It was unfair for you, you mumble, as getting lost in a dorm you’re not familiar with and the vice leader running after you, you’d lose the game if there were any. Trey laughed slyly as you surrendered to his help. Like always. However, your shock was reaching the roof when Trey had this look. A look you wished to be bestowed upon you. For as odd as the Heartslabyul dorm can be, Trey made sure you knew his feelings were not weird or playful, and it all started with a kiss. 

“You know, if you were a student in this dorm, you would definitely be collared by Riddle for running off. Hahaha! I’m glad you’re not a part of this dorm because I would lose it if anything happened to you. Let’s forget them, for now, because I need to take you out on something more. Or do we stay to announce this union of ours? Oh, you know I'm joking.”

jade leech

Everything Jade does and say is calculated and well executed to his best abilities. One can say that jade wants to be the epitome of a perfectly constructed being, with his sly and almost impregnable facade. However, Jade isn’t all as perfect when it comes to one thing: dealing with those pestering thoughts of you.

While he deals with chaos regularly, he says it is all a part of a balanced day. It never prepared him for the mess you bring in his world— the meticulously crafted world, from his first steps on land to his hikes to the mountains. Dealing with you and your insanely alluring presence was like learning to walk on his two feet again. It was going back to square one; strangely, he didn’t mind it. That means Jade can learn everything about you, the world, and your mystery.

However, it doesn’t help when you’re unpredictable. Jade plans things out, he isn’t the impulsive one between the twins, but he should’ve seen things your way too. Jade prepared everything from his words and outcomes, but you shatter his plans again. Ever so annoyingly, but so apologetically. You confessed— out of schedule, out of his control. It struck him so.

But Jade can recover. He always knew that catching yourself was the first action. So, he grabbed you quite fast, not letting you escape his world again. Jade calls out to you like the vast ocean, hoping you’re listening to his calls, and pleads to drown yourself in just him. 

It took some time for both of you to recover from that. It was unlike the fast-paced deals he does. For the first time, Jade made things slower. Jade is direct, always wanting to get things done, but when it came to you, he opted to take some time with you. It’s uncharacteristic of Jade to do so; Jade, the one who makes deals faster than one can blink, took his time with you. Both of you can say it was worth the wait, as you are now drowning in an overwhelmingly perfect world deep within your planets.

“I must say, my dearest pearl, I never thought I could make a deal prolong as i did with you. You’re truly something. Aren't you? Fufufu. Words can’t explain how you caught me off guard. It’s a boast for you to outsmart and get the Jade Leech to be confused for a second. Consider yourself the first, dear.” 

malleus draconia 

Being with Malleus as a stranger is intimidating for many. He is a very tall and robust individual alone. What more as a magician? However, Malleus never felt that around you, even after finding out his heritage as a prince and one of the world’s powerful mages. You treated him with the same kindness you granted him the first time fireflies invaded your sight on that fateful night. 

Falling in love with Malleus is more emotional than the rest, as he never felt more of a connection that runs as deep as the magic that plagued the land. He often wonders if he loved you for more than he does, would it imprint on the world as the way magic has? Malleus is a romantic fae who often wants to spend time with someone like you. Amazing you. 

Confessing is no challenging feat for Malleus, and he has complete confidence you would react positively. However, he takes some time not to startle you, as he thinks coming off too strong would make his shiny reputation and impression on you. Yet, as cautious as the giant fae is, you confessed so suddenly during your late-night walks. It felt like a whisper more than a confession, but Malleus heard it as earth-shattering loud. It made his steps halt. His shallow breaths were knocked out of his lungs. It was such a shock. 

And, as the silence and shock registered, you ran away. Scared, confused, and hurt, that is what you felt. Malleus was so silent, as still as the gargoyles he stared at. You felt ashamed for flying in your fantasies too much. Yet, before you can disappear, Malleus’ bright fireflies invade your vision. It brought you back to the night you both met. 

Malleus appeared, smiling coyly, as he held his hand for you to take. You just stared, scared as to why he was so calm. He knew what was spiraling into your mind, but he had time to sort those things out. Malleus can slow down his already slow pace for you. After all, it does take time to adjust to the knowledge your partner is not the same species.

“Do you know of fae traditions? I can assure you that all those other nuances are as complicated as the ever-changing human customs.  My rose, born out of sweet honey, I am here. No need to run. It pains me so. Know that nothing of your feelings shall scare me off... Unless you’re challenging me, no?”

[silverynight]

How to ask a cheerleader out

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Chapter 5

"I think it's the right thing to do," Izuku whispers to Uraraka, leaning closer so no one, besides Iida, hears the conversation they're having in the hallway.

"You're saying it as if you have to do it!" His friend rolls her eyes, looking upset already. Iida nods over her shoulder.

"Uraraka is right, Midoriya."

"Ha! See?" The girl smiles triumphantly, pulling Izuku closer to her. "Now let's go!"

"I kinda want to talk to him. I still feel bad."

"Well, you shouldn't. Feeling bad for rejecting someone you don't like is ridiculous. I mean, what were you gonna do? Date him so he doesn't get sad?"

"I just want to check on him," Izuku mumbles, looking at his scarred hands. No matter what his friends say, he still feels bad for him.

"Don't, he's a jerk. He probably doesn't feel anything anyway. Besides, I watched the whole thing, you were very kind."

Izuku shakes his head, noticing how Uraraka rolls her eyes and Iida sighs at the same time.

"It'll be just a minute."

"Fine! We'll be waiting for you!"

Izuku takes a deep breath and walks towards Monoma as he waves dismissively at his friends. Katsuki has been so kind to him lately and after his apology he has inspired Izuku to do things right, to do better. Because turning down Monoma has been haunting him this whole time, especially because the blond stormed off after Izuku tried to explain to him that he didn't see him that way.

"Hi, Monoma!" He smiles. "How are you doing?"

"My day was perfect until you showed your stupid face up," the blond grins, although the joy doesn't reach his eyes.

"Oh... it won't be long, I promise!"

"Wait. Did you come here to beg?" He smirks. "Because I'm willing to–"

"No, I'm sorry... I just wanted to apologize," Izuku cuts him off because he wants to make sure he doesn't get the wrong idea. "I didn't want to hurt your feelings. But we can still be friends if you wa–"

"Shut up!" Monoma huffs. "I don't care! I asked you out because I had nothing better to do! You didn't hurt me because I don't give a fuck about you. Now get out of my face!"

"Oh... O‐Okay."

When he turns around, he notices Iida doing his best to hold a very furious Uraraka, hissing a couple of curses in Monoma's direction.

"Did you hear that?"

"He was very loud!" Iida tells him, finally releasing the girl as soon as Monoma gets out of sight.

"It's okay, I'm fine," Izuku assures them after noticing the concern on their faces. He truly feels good because at least he knows now that he didn't actually hurt Monoma. "I'm glad he's fine."

Uraraka rolls her eyes, but puts an arm over Izuku's shoulder afterwards.

"I can't understand you; I've seen you getting mad at him before... Why didn't you tell him something now?"

"It's different; the other times he was bullying someone and I couldn't just watch that happening," that was exactly one of the reasons he was so surprised to the point that he couldn't talk when Monoma asked him out; Izuku had stopped him from hurting other students so many times before that to him it didn't make sense. He thought Monoma hated him.

Well, maybe now he does.

"Are you okay, Midobro?"

Izuku was so immersed in his own thoughts, he didn't see Kirishima coming until he was right next to him, although he wasn't the only one distracted apparently because Iida and Uraraka get startled as well.

"I'm fine."

"Good. I just... I saw you talking with Monoma," Kirishima trails off, which is not very common when it comes to him. He looks nervous, but also deeply concerned, it's a little bit confusing. "He's usually a jerk to everyone so if he said something mean to you–"

"Oh, no! It wasn't about... it's not that important, really!" Izuku assures him. "I'm fine!"

"I'm glad," Kirishima nods, although he doesn't look relaxed at all. Uraraka is already narrowing her eyes at him. "Well... I'll see you later!"

"That's weird," Uraraka blurts out suddenly.

Now it's Izuku's turn to roll his eyes.

"He's just worried about me. You're reading too much into it! Come on, let's go to our next class!"

***

"I think you shouldn't ask Midoriya out."

Katsuki rolls his eyes at the sky and then again at Kirishima when shitty hair hovers over him with his eyes shadowing with ridiculous concern. They have talked about that a couple of times; his Izuku is not going to find out and Katsuki is going to give him anything he wants as soon as they start dating.

"It'll be fine!" Kaminari makes a dismissive gesture with his hand; he's been on Katsuki's side almost from the beginning and he refuses to think about that as a bad sign.

"I saw Monoma talking to him yesterday," Kirishima comments, finally collapsing next to Kaminari and Katsuki.

"So?"

"What do you mean 'So' aren't you worried about it?"

To be completely honest, Katsuki is not even sure himself how can he make it look like he's calm because he's anything but.

He's panicking at the moment. But he knows Monoma wouldn't do that because he wants to watch Katsuki failing on his own (which he won't) so it wouldn't make sense for him to tell his nerd about the bet.

Right? Katsuki has never wanted to be right in his life so bad before.

"Do you know what they were talking about?" Kaminari asks exactly what Katsuki is dying to know.

"No, but Midoriya said it wasn't important and he didn't look upset at all," shitty hair admits.

Although that's not exactly a response, it makes Katsuki feel a little bit better. Was it Monoma making fun of Izuku like he does with everyone else? That would be incredibly stupid on Monoma's part because Katsuki is more than willing to hurt him if that was the case, but at the same time, it'd be a relief.

"I should ask Mina about it. She probably knows and even if she doesn't, I'm sure she'll find out."

"Don't," Katsuki growls, feeling suddenly determined. "I'll go see Izuku myself."

He needs to know. But he's almost sure it didn't happen.

***

The relief he feels when he watches Izuku beam at him from the other side of the gym is almost overwhelming for Katsuki.

"You came to watch us practice again, Kacchan?" The nerd is already pulling away from a confused Todoroki (which makes Katsuki feel incredibly smug) and rushing towards him happily.

"I only came to see you," he admits, surprising Izuku and himself in the process; he watches as the nerd's freckles disappear under a lovely blush, knowing he's probably as red as Izuku is at the moment.

"Really?" Izuku looks so pleased Katsuki thinks that maybe embarrassing himself in front of him wasn't that bad after all.

The blond nods, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, pretending he doesn't hear Ashido's giggles in the background. The other cheerleaders seem to be really curious about their conversation.

"I'll stay here while you finish. I'll try to do some homework in the meantime."

"And you call him nerd?" Ashido asks with amusement, prompting the green haired boy to chuckle.

"She's right, Kacchan! You are a nerd!" Izuku giggles and it must be the proof that Katsuki is ridiculously besotted because he can't quite get mad at him because of it.

"Shut up, nerd," he blurts out, knowing he's trying to hold back a smile and failing miserably.

He should ask him out. This is the perfect opportunity.

"Midoriya, are you coming?" Todoroki asks suddenly; Katsuki can't help but feel a wave of irritation towards half and half at that moment.

"In a minute!"

"Are you free after practice?" Katsuki blurts out, feeling stupidly proud of himself for not stammering the question.

"Yes! We all are! Where do you want to go? I can text my friends!"

"Actually, I'd like for us to go alone. I-I mean... just the two of us, as a date."

It's concerning how fast his heart is beating at the moment; Katsuki can't help but remember the kiss on the cheek which predictably makes it a lot worse. He knows his face is completely red.

"A d-date?" Izuku stammers, looking like a strawberry, albeit a very cute one.

"It's okay if you don't want to..."

"I'd love to, Kacchan!" Izuku says, surprising the blond. "I have to go practice now, but I'll be back so you can take me wherever you want!"

Alright. Now Katsuki is sure he won't get any homework done because he'll be too busy thinking about his date with Izuku.

He wants to make him happy. It's the only thing he wants and... maybe another kiss.

There's no need to panic. No need to panic at all.

***

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[truly-morgan]

[Barista SQH and hot regular MBJ]

MoShang | Scum Villain Self-Saving System Modern AU

18-02-2022

[#Moshang, modern, fluff and silly]

Barista Shang Qinghua who does late night shifts at the small cafe he works at. He wonders how the owner can afford to stay open until this late when there are so few clients that late at night.

But he won't complain since it does work with his college schedule and his broke student ass does need the money. It's not that hard too, his boss is even nice enough to let him do his school work as long as he does not neglect the clients coming in.

But tonight is a night where he forgot his bag and with even fewer people than usual.

Even his cucumber bro cannot come to hang out with him because the bastard got himself a date (even if Shen Yuan refuses to call it a date, it is).

He didn't even have the chance to see the hot regular who comes every Wednesday night. Sure the man was not talkative, but he was a good enough distraction for him.

After so long of no one came in sqh decided to pass the mop, doing it lazily so as to not finish his job too quickly.

Then his favourite song on the radio came up and after a last look around sqh decided to sing along, dance with the mop and use it as a mic.

If it was going to be this boring he would have some fun. It wasn't the first time that he would sing badly along the late-night radio songs.

He got so into it that he even started dancing around, doing clicher and cheezy idol dances. He was really into it now.

Then he was nearly scared to death when he turned around and saw someone had come in and was now standing near the door looking at him. He was even more horrified when he realised it was his hot crush.

He could feel his face burning when he saw him clap for his little show, making him wish the ground could swallow him up right now. He ran back to his counter, abandoning his mop on the ground, crouching down to hide.

He felt like he was gonna die of embarrassment right now.

He heard the familiar footstep coming to the counter, the man (Mobei-jun he learned, at least if the name given was really his name) waiting patiently on the other side of the counter.

Sqh had nowhere to run and he needed to do his job, so he had no choice but to stand up.

He could still feel his cheek burning from what just happened, yet he tried acting as if nothing had happened. "I-Iced coffee, same as usual?" He asked, not daring to look at the man directly.

"Hm" the man replied, "and a piece of strawberry cheesecake, to eat here" he added. This surprised sqh, the man never order anything aside from an iced coffee.

He quickly went to take care of his order, being a bit generous with the slice of cake.

When he brought everything to the man he was surprised when the plate was pushed back toward him on the table. "For you," the mbj said at his confused expression, offering him a smile "for the little show of earlier".

Sqh blushed again, unsure what to do. He didn't feel like the man was mocking him, yet he couldn't really believe he was flirting either.

Mbj patted the seat next to him, showing him to sit down too. Sqh hesitated a little before sitting down to eat. He was a bit hungry actually "You are really cute" mbj said after a while, making him nearly choke, not expecting it.

"I don't think my dancing is cute," he said quietly, only for the man to shake his head.

"It was, you are really cute" he repeated.

Then he didn't really add more, letting him eat his slice of cake. Only when he was sure he was done did mbj stood up to leave.

It's only once sqh was cleaning up after he left did he noticed a note written on a napkin with a phone number. He was shocked by it, then blushed. There was no way this was real. Yet underneath was written "text me later cutie -mbj".

He couldn't believe he had gotten his crush number after such an embarrassing moment, but he couldn't be more happy. He spent all night giggling to himself.

Extra: mbj most likely texted lbh with a afterwards, leaving his friend to guess what this meant

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[enchantinglyjade]

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤

Chapter One

Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys

Masterlist | Next Warnings: Swearing? Note: So, a little backstory, this series is based off of my DR, but I failed to shift, so I thought I'd just turn it into a fic lol. Also, I wrote Hogwarts as if it's a highschool/university as opposed to a middle school/high school. So, 1st year is age 16, 2nd is 17, 6th is 21, etc. This combines multiple timelines and makes no sense canonically so don't fact check me 🤣

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The constant rumble of the tracks shakes a train car, bouncing a young woman in her seat on a particularly cold September morning. Her head taps against the glass window, as she tries her best to ignore it and the constant chatter around her. She adjusts her bag, so her temple knocks into that instead, leaning into it with a tired grumble as she slips back into a just barely more comfortable sleep.

“How could you possibly be sleeping now? Have you not been thinking about this moment for years?”

With a groan, she leans up to face her friend, Jewel, who looks at her with a confused look. “Maybe because we’ve been up for the past 3 days talking about it.”

Celia buds in. “Let her sleep. She’ll need it.” She says with a particularly knowing giggle,

“Especially if the first person you’re introducing her to is him.” Penelope giggles as well, nudging Jewel on the arm, who guiltily smiles in return.

Jewel had told the young girl lots about her Hogwarts friends, but she had yet to meet most of them. She was introduced to Penelope and Celia only a few days back, when she first arrived in London. Jewel’s father was kind enough to let her stay at their manor for the few days leading up to their 7th year.

While the trio pester and tease each other, the girl sneaks back into her dream world, slipping as peacefully back into sleep as the train tracks will allow her to.

“We’re here, Twila! Get up!”

Damn. That was quick. She thinks to herself.

Her bag drops from being against the window to sitting in her lap as Penelope yanks her arm. Twila quickly slings the bag over her shoulder just before it’s out of her grasp as she rises out of her seat. “Penelope, hold on.” She says with a chuckle. Jewel’s long, light brown hair bounces not too far in front of them, as she leads the four of them off the car. Their suitcases are piled up on the sidewalk just outside the locomotive, steam still hissing and rolling above the train cars, filling the air with its industrial scent.

“Welcome, students. Everyone follow this way please.”

The four of them, amongst the many other students, walk through a dark, luscious green forest until they finally see ‘it’ emerge from the trees in all of its glory.

Twila stands in amazement. The school is ginormous, just how she imagined it to be. It’s already so magical and she hadn’t seen anything but the bricks that hold everything together. Ilvermorny had been big, but this is on a completely different scale. She didn’t even know how much time passed or what direction she was walking, for she was too busy admiring the view.

She watches the first years get sorted into their houses. Unfortunately, Twila had met some of her professors before the start of school and was sorted in private. However, seeing how all eyes were on the first years now as the hat speaks to them, she’s somewhat relieved for that. Afterwards, the students gather in the Great Hall to mingle after the start of term banquet, which was just as grand as the rest of the school. 

“Come, Twila. I want to introduce you to someone!” Jewel says right before her shriek erupts through the room, causing a certain blond boy to turn around. “Ah! I’ve missed you, Malfoy!”

“Jewel, it’s only been– what? 3 months??”

He’s not what Twila has expected him to look like. Not in a bad way, of course, just different. Though, she supposes the only thing Jewel ever talked about was his attitude, hair, and money.

He makes sudden eye contact with her, seeing how she hovers just a few feet behind his childhood friend. “Whose that?” He says quietly, nudging Jewel for her attention.

“Oh!” She pulls away from the hug to gesture towards her. “This is Twila. She’s my best friend from Ilvermorny I told you about.”

He nods very, very slowly as he almost looks down upon the new girl. “Oh… I see.” Nonetheless, he extends his hand to hers. “Draco. Nice to meet you.”He takes a glance back at Jewel, clearing his throat before looking back at the other girl. “What do you think of Hogwarts so far?”

“It’s good… so far anyways.” Twila chuckles nervously, trying to come off as friendly, but she notices how the boy seems unimpressed and unwelcoming.

“I suppose you’ve already been sorted? I’m Slytherin, if you were wondering.” A cocky, proud smirk grows on his lips.

There’s the attitude Jewel had warned her about. “Uh, yeah. Ravenclaw.” She smiles, but it quickly drops when he begins to laugh.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Twila, really, but I must be getting back.” He says, still having a chuckle in his voice as he walks back to his large group of friends.

Jewel rolls her eyes, turning back to Twila to notice her confused look. “That’s just him. You’ll get used to it. “She chuckles. “Come. I’ll show you up to Ravenclaw tower– but don’t expect me to walk with you up there for the rest of the year. I can’t get caught on that side of the school. Too many stairs as well. Ugh.” Twila rolls her eyes with a smile, following beside her friend.

As they walk through the endless corridors, including up a staircase that magically disappears and reappears, they pass by an oddly empty side of the school. Everyone must still be downstairs visiting one another. Twila supposes it would be just like her to be the first student to rush back to her dorm. Then, the two hear voices echo down the hall.

“And what if I refuse? It is just like Dumbledore to throw helpless children around to whomever is willing to clean up his responsibilities.” 

“Severus, please. They had all but disposed of her because they were simply too lazy to dissect this problem themselves.”

Jewel pulls Twila aside, hiding the two of them around a corner and she peeks to watch the professors argue over something. “That’s Professor Snape, Head of my house. Quite cruel at times. It’ll be in your best interest to avoid him as much as possible.”

Twila scoffs internally at this. If only she could.

They continue to listen, watching as best as they can.

“So, I suppose this is my burden now? No consultation or anything? Just leave the child at my doorstep?” Snape exclaims in annoyance.

Ms. McGonagall, who Twila had written to many times over the summer, softly drops her arms in frustration. “Please, just have a moment with her. And if you still wish to refuse, then Dumbledore has promised to remove her from your hands.”

He sighs, crossing his arms as he puts up a cold front. “Alright. You have me. For now.” He states sternly. “But be sure to set your expectations low. I can only imagine this child will get on my last nerve and quickly.”

Ms. McGonagall chuckles. “I trust she will be safe in your hands, Severus. I’m sure it will mean everything to her. Thank you again for helping.” She turns to walk away, before remembering something. “Oh, and be sure to give her this in class tomorrow.” She reaches into her green cloak pocket, pulling out an almond colored envelope before slipping it to him.

Twila eyes the envelope as Snape does the same. She wonders what it says, though she knows she’ll be finding out soon enough.

Jewel lets out a thoughtful hum, not focusing on their words as much as she’s concerned whether they’re leaving yet or not. Once out of sight, she walks out from their ‘hiding spot’ and they continue down the next stairwell. “Whatever that was about.” She scoffs. “Anyways, here’s your common room, the riddle’s for you and your brainy selves to figure out.” Twila smiles, glancing at the bird on the door, its bronze wings shielding its body. “Alright, well, best get settled in then. Class begins bright and early tomorrow. Oh, and don’t roam too far around the castle alone, never know who you’ll run into.” She flashes Twila a smile before heading back down the stairs.

With a sigh, Twila enters her common room, making her way towards her dorm. The riddle wasn’t too difficult for her to figure out. Her room is small, but cozy with lots of antique woods, rusty coppers, and wonder filled blues. Not to mention, the view the tower held over the rest of the castle. It’s beautiful. She couldn’t wait to start making it hers.

She eyes her luggage that magically made its way to her room while she was busy eating earlier. She lazily plops onto her bed with a huff. She had a long day already and suspected an even longer one tomorrow. She should get some rest, unpacking can wait for another day.

She lays her head on the nicely fluffed pillow, tracing the golden astrological symbols etched into the ceiling. I’m a long way from home. She thinks to herself. But she is here for a purpose.

-

The next day, Twila wakes up with a light heart, an airy feeling in her chest that flutters both in excitement and fear as she lays in her bed, unaware of the busy day before her.

She removes the covers from her body and walks to her still unpacked suitcase, hoping to pull out two matching items. She chuckles to herself at some of the things she finds. She had quite a reputation for herself at Ilvermorny for being the weird girl and her clothes did not help with this stereotype. She told herself that she’d start fresh here and be her most unapologetically authentic self. That she wouldn’t cower away just because she was different. After all, she had crafted many of these items herself and she worked too hard to be so ashamed of what her mind craved to bring to life.

But it seems it was an easier plan to agree to when she was still in the comfort of her home. Now, having traveled across the ocean, she’s beginning to have second thoughts. Maybe I should have brought something to blend in with for the first day, just to help me feel comfortable while I adjust. But it’s too late now. Go big or go home. She thinks.

Ugh, I should really mind American slang while I’m here.

She throws on her most normal set of clothes, all of which she had specially made to match the Ravenclaw’s aesthetic, then heads out into the main common room area.

The room is more lively than she had imagined it being, considering the house’s stereotypes Jewel had told her about, though she thinks it could just be first day jitters. 

She awkwardly smiles as she passes students by, some taller, some shorter, and many younger than her. She squeezes by bodies of people, her book bag beginning to slip off her shoulder, causing her robes to follow suit. She huffs, adjusting it back into place as she finally reaches the door. She nervously follows the rest of the students through the castle, assuming they’d bring her to where she needs to go, and luckily they do. Once in the cafeteria, her anxiety only peaks. She had nearly forgotten her least favorite part about school.

Voices and laughter bounce off the castle walls. The students she followed to the Great Hall now scatter in different directions, some sitting down, some chatting with friends, and some speaking with the professors. She stands in the center of the doorway as students from each of the houses surround her, taking up the giant room. She can feel nervousness seeping into her at the sight. What if everyone's eyes suddenly land on her, the whole school laughing at her while she stands like an idiot in the center of the room? She’d need to figure herself out quickly before others take notice. 

Okay. Yellow table, that’s for Hufflepuff. Or is it Gryffindor…? Doesn’t Gryffindor have yellow in it? But then which one is-

“Merlin, Twila. Come on.” Jewel suddenly pops into view, chuckling at Twila as she guides her down the center of the room. Twila follows behind, her brain just barely catching up to her friend with all the commotion around them. 

“Gryffindor.” She points, continuing to strut past students. “Hufflepuff. Slytherin, the most amazing people you’ll ever meet. And you… are here!” She spins around, hands on her hips, as she proudly presents Twila a spot at the blue table. “I’ll see you in the Library later, alright?” She winks, quickly turning to walk back to her own table.

Right. “Where is that?”

Jewel smiles. “Trust me. It will find you.” She calls over her shoulder before finding her way back to the green table, sitting herself next to a familiar blond boy. Jewel gives Twila a thumbs up, which Draco sees and follows his friends gaze to glance at the new girl as well.

The second Twila sees him look over, she immediately looks elsewhere, not wanting to deal with him again, at least not so early in the morning.

The rest of the blue cladded students pile around her, talking amongst themselves. Twila listens in on their conversations, trying to get a grasp on the things they talk about, how they speak, things that happen around the school, anything to ground herself with, but she resorts to slowly picking at the food in front of her, which even that is so different from what she is used to. Her current state doesn’t help with her insecure feelings either, but hopefully Ms. McGonagall is right and everything will finally get resolved. Though Twila has her doubts. Many, painful doubts.

Breakfast ends after many long minutes and the students mumble and grumble their way out the door and to their first classes of the school year. 

Twila takes a deep breath. Just two more meals to get through and I’ll be back in my dorm. Alright, Herbology. And what does Jewel mean the Library will find me? You know, this whole magic thing is starting to get on my nerves. Constant nonsense. But, I guess that is the point…

With a frustrated groan, Twila opens her bag and pulls out the map McGonagall had given her. She really doesn’t want to have to use it since it seems to scream ‘new kid’, but she has no choice. She panics as more and more students leave the Great Hall, as she desperately searches the large map for one single, simple word. Class would be starting soon and who knows how many miles she’d have to cross to find where she’s required to be. Unfortunately, the map does nothing to help. In fact, it only makes her that much more confused.

“You won’t be needing that.”

And just like that, the map is yanked up and out of her hands. She holds herself back from rolling her eyes in annoyance and turns to face her first bully– or– bullies, both of them, identical to each other.

They smile widely, ginger hair framing their faces, which were oddly kind looking for bullies. The one rolls the paper map into a scroll, handing it back to her. “New girl.” He states.

“American, I’ve heard?” The other one chips in with a wide grin. Twila looks between the two of them, not fully grasping their intentions just yet, but finding herself somewhat amused by them. They chuckle. “Where are you heading?”

She scratches the back of her neck. “Um… Herbology?”

They nod, making the same exact head movement and sound. 

“Right, you’ll want to head that way. You’ll know you’re there when you see the, you know… plants.” They chuckle together.

“See you around, America.”

And like that, they’re gone, lost in the sea of students.

Putting the map back in her bag, Twila does as they say until she finds the, you know, plants. As she enters the classroom, she sees that everyone is already settled in the stools. She tries to sneak by everyone to the nearest open spot, but her appearance is clear to everyone, eyes following her as she walks deeper into the classroom. She places her bag down onto the floor beside her, silently looking around the classroom as the professor begins instructing.

“I wouldn’t make a habit out of arriving late to class. It makes a poor first impression.” A voice calls lazily from behind her.

She spins in her chair with a taken aback look, coming face to face with a boy who has dirty blond hair and cloudy blue eyes. “There’s been an awful lot of talk about you.” He continues, staring off into the distance with his face resting against his palm. Damn. It’s only the first day and there’s already talk about me? “Don’t worry, mostly positive.” He says, almost as if he had read her mind.

“Mostly?” She asks with sudden questioning interest in the boy.

He chuckles light, going silent as the professor glances their way for a moment, before continuing. “So, what is your name?” The boy asks quietly as the professor faces away from the two of them.

“Twila. DeLuna.”

He smiles just slightly, reaching his hand out in her general direction to shake hers. “Ominis. Blind.”

Her eyes widen at this bluntly stated information, her hand loosening in his grip. “Oh…”

He chuckles, pulling his hand away to rest back against the desk. “It helps to put it out there right away. So, how are you liking Hogwarts?”

The two continue to chat throughout class, which goes by surprisingly quickly for Twila despite it being a rather uneventful class.

“You’ll get used to the routines eventually, and trust me, there are many routines. Good luck out there, Twila. And don’t hesitate to ask for help if you need it. I know a few secrets myself if you’re ever interested.” Ominis gives her a friendly smile just before he exits into the hallway as class is dismissed.

Her next class, however, does not grant her the speed she would have liked.

She follows the rest of the students out, standing in the leafy Herbology hall as she digs for her schedule. Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Snape. She gulps at the name, remembering all that her and Ms. McGonagall had discussed. Another bit of unfortunate news for her is that the class is on the opposite side of the school.

She continues onward, walking the corridors until she walks through a door that leads her to an open bridge. The warm sun shines down on her face when suddenly three students fly just above her head on their brooms, the wind swishing past causing her robes to levitate. The other students seem unphased by this, but she can’t help but admire the Scottish Highlands as she walks forward until the next building consumes her view.

She finally enters the dark tower and she’s shocked when she is overcome by its gentle and classical aesthetic. Not what she had expected from a Dark Arts building.

She stands to the side, looking at her map once more, when suddenly she feels some type of fluff brush against her leg. She looks down to see a small creature looking up at her. Cats. They have cats in the school.

After going up and down the stairs,  and then back up and back down, she finally finds the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. She scurries to the nearest open seat as Professor Snape stares her down from his desk. He must recognize her already. She adjusts herself awkwardly under his intense gaze, until he goes back to his work, waiting for class to begin.

Shortly after, a group of laughter enters through the door and Twila sees a familiar blond approach her section. His group makes their way to some of the open seats surrounding, while their leader struts to one right next to her. It’s not until he’s nearly sitting in his chair that he seems to notice her. He furrows his brows as he seats himself fully, a smirk rising to his face as he looks at her. “What are you doing here in this class? It's much too advanced for the likes of you, you must have been given the wrong schedule. Class for the regulars is after lunch, not before” Draco says in a rude and condescending way.

"I do have the ability to study, mind you." She responds dryly.

He rolls his eyes. “Oh, I'm sure you do, Ravenclaw.” He chuckles. “But a N.E.W.T. level class? Do you even know what that means?” He asks with a smug smile, speaking to her as if she were a small child.

"I'll know what it means when I pass mine and you don't." A small smirk pulls on her lips.

He scoffs, turning to sit forward in his seat. “Good luck with that. Only the best witches and wizards succeed in that, and well… look at you.” 

She smiles ever so slightly. “We’ll see.”

He looks at her with a smirk. “Are you challenging me?” He says with another condescending laugh, feeling almost amused by her behavior. 

Twila lets out a small scoff, playing with a pencil on her desk.  “I’m shocked you even remembered me.” 

“Hardly. It’s difficult remembering someone as forgettable as you. A Ravenclaw in a N.E.W.T. class, you might as well be invisible.” He finishes with a smirk, laughing to himself as some of his friends nearby join along.

She rolls her eyes, turning back towards her desk. She didn’t have time for this, especially not in front of Snape.

However, Draco doesn’t seem to mind the professor, continuing with a chuckle, leaning into the desk nonchalantly. “Come on. You’re the American girl, right? Jewel’s newest addition to her crew of servants.” He rolls his eyes at the infamous group of friends, now recruiting their fourth member. He then faces the front of the classroom, dismissing her.

She had nearly forgotten all the things Jewel had warned her about Draco. She couldn’t be caught with her guard down around him, or any Slytherin for that matter. “I believe she introduced me as ‘best friend’.” She states, which immediately gets his attention back.

He scoffs, shaking his head. “You must be deaf. She said ‘best friend from America’ and last I recall, you’re her only friend from that forsaken country. Naturally that’d put you in first place. So, congratulations. But here– well, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before you’re forgotten amongst the rest.” A sly smirk forms on his face.

I can’t believe this is the close friend Jewel told me about for all these years. “You seem oddly competitive to be her number one.” Twila says with a smirk.

His face twists into a grimace. “You can have her all you want. But trust me, from her standpoint, there is no competition between you and I.” He says more like a warning.

And perhaps he may be right about that, however, “Her and I are closer than you think.”

He raises a dubious eyebrow at her. “Really? And how long have you two even known each other?”

“Ten years.” She states proudly. “She’s told me a lot about you.”

He’s caught off guard by this at first, squinting his eyes at her in curiosity, but soon he scoffs. “Ten years.” He repeats. “Funny. She hardly mentions you at all, for having such a ‘close friendship’.” And with that, he faces away.

Damn. This would be harder than I thought.

Class continues as Twila expected, long and boring. The subject wasn’t exactly a new one for her, so fortunately she wasn’t completely clueless. However, she notices Professor Snape glance at her every now and again, and she knows exactly why. He is studying her. Trying to learn her situation from afar. Honestly, she was guilty for doing the same. She would be working closely with him in these coming months, after all. It would be wise to learn what makes him tick.

Eventually, class is dismissed and students once again pour out the door.

Draco talks with his friends, ignoring Twila like he did the whole remainder of the class, this is until Professor Snape trudges their way. 

His hand emerges from his dark cloak and in it resides a letter. The letter. “Twila.” He states.

She looks up, eyes wide. “Y–, uh, Yes, Professor?”

He hands her the letter in silence before resigning back to his desk.

She stares at the familiar envelope in her hands with a quiet, but dreadful sigh, grazing her thumb over its red wax seal. 

Draco eyes her closely as she stands up, completely abandoning his friends to follow her out the door. “And what is that exactly?” He asks from behind her, attempting to peer over her shoulder.

She spins around to face him, quickly hiding the note in her bag. “Oh, suddenly you’re interested in my existence?” She smirks.

He rolls his eyes.”Curious as to what the hell makes you special.” He forces a grimace onto his face. However, the fact that he is still interested in her letter, despite displaying a strong dislike for her, tells Twila more.

She scoffs, beginning to walk away again. “Nothing you need to be concerned with.” She says, choosing to ignore any other rude comments he has to say to her. As he stands silent, she can only sigh before taking her map out again.

He groans when he sees the paper, immediately trying to shield it away. “Please. Put that thing away before someone sees you. I can’t believe a well respected Slytherin like Jewel would pick up someone like you.” He mutters the last part under his breath. “Where are you trying to go?” He asks irritatedly, checking the halls for observers.

“Potions.” Twila answers, equally as annoyed now, stuffing her map away.

“Just follow me, I have potions next as well. Lucky me, I get to have you in my presence for another hour.” He grumbles as he leads her forward down the cobbled hallway.

“Trust me, the honor’s all mine.” She states sarcastically, following him at a slight distance with her arms crossed.

As the two walk, Draco continuously glances over his shoulder at Twila, a hint of amusement in his eyes and a smug smirk on his face. “Don’t get so huffy, Twila.” He chuckles. “It’s probably the only emotion you’re capable of.” He mutters under his breath.

She holds back an eye roll. “I’ve been told I’m not the only one.” She says quietly to herself.

Draco stops in his tracks when he hears this. “What was that?” He says, facing towards her.

“You heard me.” She says, strolling past him with a smirk.

He glares at her back, but an oh so small smirk plays at the corner of his lips. “You know, maybe it’s the American in you, but most people don’t dare speak to me that way.”

Draco is good at acting intimidating, she’ll give him that, but it’s clear to her that it’s just a front. She faces him again. “What way?” She says with a daring smile.

He scoffs and smiles, walking closer to her. “It’s rather bold of you to be speaking to me in that tone. Most people have learned the hard way not to disrespect a Malfoy.”

She scoffs back. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m from America. Malfoy doesn’t mean a thing to me.” She smirks.

“Do you not understand? Surely Jewel would have told you just who I am, who my father is.” He says, leaning closer to her. “My family has a lot of influence here. I’m someone you’ll want to respect.” He smirks.

“Clearly not enough to be known overseas. And we’ll see about that.” She teases again. She knows she’s getting herself into dangerous territory, but she just couldn’t stop herself. It’s as if her wit has a mind of its own.

He takes a step closer, now invading her personal space. “You’d do best to watch your tongue, Twila. You might find your stay at Hogwarts very uncomfortable. No one likes a big mouth.”

Her smirk grows even further, as he seemed to just keep setting himself up for her next comments. “Then why do you keep talking?”

Draco’s eyes flutter in confusion as he’s taken aback by her response. He had always been used to people doing as he says, but she doesn’t back away from his intimidation and he finds it annoying that he doesn’t have the same influence as usual. “Well–” He starts, stammering over his words as he tries to narrow his eyes in forced irritation. “It’s because I want to. That doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t.” He continues to stare at her.

Twila giggles at his lame comeback and continues walking again.

He sighs from behind her, more annoyed than ever, but he quickly catches up to her and grabs her shoulders and forces her to face him once more. “Look at me, Ravenclaw.” He says in a stern voice, forcing authority into his tone. He wasn’t used to people ignoring his orders.

She raises an eyebrow at him, clearly not impressed by this tough act he’s putting on and equally as annoyed.

This was the first time Draco has met a Ravenclaw with this much attitude. At this point, he just gives up, looking down at her in pure confusion as he drops his arms back down to his sides. “You really are a weird Ravenclaw, aren’t you?” He says with his infamous grimace.

She scoffs. “I thought I was so forgettable?”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re still rather unimportant to me.” He says now with a smirk. “What did Snape give you?” He asks once again.

She rolls her eyes with a groan, entering the potions classroom as she ignores his question.

He follows closely behind, smirking and waiting for her to speak. “What’s so important that you won’t tell me?” He follows her to her seat.

She covers her face, groaning into her hands as he asks again. He smirks, enjoying the reactions he’s getting out of her. “It must be something bad, right? What is it?” He asks again.

“Yes, I’m getting expelled on my first day.” Twila says sarcastically.

He raises a brow at her sarcasm. “So, you’re not in trouble? Why do you act like you’re hiding something then?”

“Because it’s none of your business.” She states simply.

He can’t help but smile at her boldness. “Well, I hope you’re aware I’m not going to stop asking until you tell me.” 

She sighs, pulling out her potions book as class begins. She can’t understand why he cares so much. Maybe Jewel told him that he has to be friends with me or something.

Professor Slughorn dismisses the class to their own groups to make a potion. Twila looks at Draco in the corner of her eye as he continuously stares at her throughout class. She notices his attempt to hover around her and annoy the information out of her. Is this what he does for fun? She thinks. “You don’t have many friends, do you?” She asks.

He tries to conceal his defensive feelings towards her question by making himself sound calm and unbothered. “Well, seeing as there’s no one important in this class, I have no choice but to entertain myself with something.” He says dismissively.

She smiles, glancing at him for a second, before turning back to the small introductory potion in front of her, “There’s nothing wrong with making a new friend, you know.” She smirks, knowing he’d be all but offended just by the suggestion.

He rolls his eyes a bit with a chuckle. “I’m not sure I’d call you a friend just yet, but keep up with the attitude.”

Twila hums, adding horklump juice into the pot and stirring the mixture with a large wooden spoon. “Well, you should know, I don’t usually tell non-friends about my private letters.”

He chuckles. “I’m not even sure why you’re hiding it, to be honest. It’s a school letter, what could be so important about it?” He watches as the potion’s bubbles settle and dissolve into a different color completely.

“I suppose you’ll never know, will you?” She smirks, tapping the spoon against the side of the bowl to get the few last drips of potion off the wooden utensil before resting it on the table.

He shakes his head, smirking back. “Is that a challenge to find out?”

“Isn’t everything a challenge with you?” She asks exhaustedly. 

He only grins at this, narrowing his eyes down at her. “I think you might’ve just made a very dangerous enemy, Ravenclaw.” He chuckles. He’s curious how she’ll react to his teasing, but she just sighs and continues on with class. Draco can’t help but laugh at the way she rolls her eyes so casually when he tries to be intimidating. He’s never had a reaction like this before.

Soon enough, class ends and Draco had stopped asking her about the letter. For now. Twila’s next class is Divination, which she has been looking forward to all summer. She suspects she’ll do well in the class, considering that she’s already quite knowledgeable in the subject.

Before she knows it, dinner time arrives.

If she thought breakfast was hectic, nothing prepared her for this. Students are even louder, and even more riled up than the first two meals combined. She finds her seat at Ravenclaw table, after dodging a few flying papers and flutters of magic she truly did not want to ask about.

She reaches for a chicken leg, when suddenly the bench jumps with weight. She looks up to find herself surrounded by familiar faces. “Hey! What are you guys doing here?” She asks in confusion.

“It’s dinner, we can sit anywhere.” Jewel says, reaching for a nearby plate. 

“And on the weekends, since there’s no class.” Penelope bites into a small cut corn cob, some of her bright orange strands sticking to her face from the juice residue left behind from her meal. “And please, lose the uniform. It’s only required for class.” She says, the vegetable barely staying behind the confines of her teeth while she speaks.

Twila glances over at Penelope, seeing how she had already managed to ditch her red robes for her normal attire. “Oh…” She says, quickly pulling her arms from her heavy robe sleeves, causing her friends to chuckle.

“So, have you made any friends yet, Twila?” Celia speaks up softly, her usual friendly smile on her face.

Twila nods excitedly. “Yes– well– I think anyway… There’s this boy in my Herbology class. Ominis?”

She watches as Celia’s eyes widen and awkwardly glance around the table. Penelope immediately shakes her head at Twila with warning, as her eyes gesture behind her to Jewel.

“Gaunt?” Jewel sternly questions, nearly spitting out her food. “No. Twila, we talked about this.” She sets down her half eaten bread to face Twila fully with a worried look.

Twila’s brows contort in confusion. “Barely, and I didn’t know he’s a Gaunt. Besides, he seems really nice.” She tries to defend him.

“I was hesitant to even introduce you to Malfoy and he’s my best friend.” Jewel sighs, looking at the table for a moment before turning towards her once more. “Look, there are many powerful, dark, pureblood families in this school. Families that are best to avoid at all possible costs, especially the Gaunt’s and the Riddle’s. Someone as vulnerable as you needs to stay away.” She warns.

However, Twila takes minor offense to her words. “As vulnerable as me?” Celia and Penelope stay quiet.

Jewel sighs, dropping her shoulders. “Twila. You’re a new student, far from home, you have no family here, not to mention your… status– Not that that’s a problem with me, it’s just– They’re cruel people and they’ll use anything they can to diminish you to nothing. Don’t let yourself be their next victim. Please, promise me you won’t talk to them.” She all but begs.

Twila slumps over, disappointed yet understanding of what Jewel has just said. She considers her words, trying to not let the truth of them bring her down. “So, why do you get to speak with them?” She asks.

“I hardly do, and as far as they’re concerned, my family is equated in status. I practically grew up with all of them.” She lets out a short breath. “I just want to protect you. I’ve seen what they are capable of and–” She stops with a sad look, letting Twila’s imagination fill in the rest.

Twila fiddles with her spoon, letting her eyes drop from Jewels. How could someone like Ominis be so bad? Draco seems worse than him and yet Jewel speaks of Ominis as if he’s evil incarnate.

“Anyways, shall we go to the library when we’re finished here? I still wanted to show you that collection I thought you might enjoy?” Jewel asks, almost as if their previous topic never existed.

Twila stammers over her words. “I– I’m actually pretty tired after today. I think I’ll just head back up to my dorm to sleep.” It was only half a lie, though for the most part, she just needed some time alone after all of today’s events.

“Oh.” Jewel says, puckering her lips in disappointment. “Do you remember your way?”

Twila nods, before standing up and bidding them goodbye.

“See you in charms tomorrow!” Celia waves.

Twila is, once again, first to retire to her room, unless the few students already studying on the common room couches counted. She sits at the edge of her bed, tossing her robes to the side of her. She reaches into her bag, feeling for a certain envelope, and takes it out, admiring the Hogwarts stamped seal. With a deep breath, she peels open the envelope, pulling out the handwritten parchment inside.

'Miss DeLuna,

We are very excited to have you as a new student here at Hogwarts and we are here to make your stay as enjoyable and comfortable as possible. I hope that you are settling into your classes nicely.

Tuesday morning, just before the light touches the sky, your presence is required in the old detention room for your first evaluation with Professor Snape. Just follow the sleeping dragon and the hissing whispers of the Slytherin Common Room and you will find it. Be sure to not sleep in. Professor Snape can be a tough one to impress at times, it’s best to stay on his good side.

Once again, please be as discreet as possible, for this is sensitive information for other students to be involved with.

Best wishes, Twila

Ms. McGonagall'

‘Before the light touches the sky.’ Perhaps it’s a good thing Twila came up to her room early; She’d be having another long day ahead of her tomorrow.

She folds the letter back up, but as she reaches to place it on her nightstand, the parchment shrivels up, shredding itself mid-air and dancing to the floor before disappearing entirely.

She lays her head back on her pillow, staring at the floorboard where the letter once was. She’s to officially meet Snape tomorrow. She’s almost overwhelmed at the speed at which this is all happening. It seems so soon, but she’s here for a reason and she can only hope that it will work.